#transform and queue up

[slackeremeritus]

[Image description: A screenshot of a tweet by user David F (@ JuiceboxJetpack) dated 31st May 2018 at 5:16 PM.]

Conservatives and progressives have the same complaint, "we work hard, why should some lazy asshole get all my money?"

We just disagree on who the asshole is: the family on food stamps trying to get by, or thee dude paying cash for a third mega yacht.

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[charlie-nsfw]

mmm whatcha sayyyy

[o-mellowy]

Nautica!

(I'm more active on my insta @0hmellow !!)

[sharpth1ng]

do u think billy and stu workout at all in their like 20s or are they forever twinks

Nah I think in the interest of murder and body disposal they'd work out some. Stu probably less than Billy, I feel like Billy would like working out as a solo activity, he just hated team sports. Basically Billy's gonna end up like Skeet, not massive but clearly well built.

It's going to destroy Stu, like every time Billy comes home from the gym it's this:

[oldwebmlp]

From: http://web.archive.org/web/20041023120746/http://www.mylittletransformer.com/main.html

[starscreamisreginageorge]

Man didn't know those two had so much beef

[phantomuheist]

@doomedprotags said: “Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.”

chihiro uwu ... maybe mementos things? akira helps him, and he helps akira ! fair trade no?

Unprompted | Always accepting

"That's exactly why I always carry a lockpick with me. You never know when it might come in handy. Besides, a real Phantom Thief leader always comes prepared." A shiny, locked chest was so tempting to open for any thief or not. Chihiro seemed to be intrigued by it, so Joker offered to open it. Taking out the aforementioned lockpick from his pocket, a little fiddling with it was all it took to open it.

The contents were a few vials for quick healing and a new dagger for himself. "Nothing too special." He sighed, swinging it around in the air, turning his attention to the other and his flowing blue hair.

"So, about your outfit... you said that a Protofiend was helping you? Care to tell me more about him?" Color him curious as he turned around and walked through the subway.

[tiny-tf-faces]

[wyrm-with-a-why]

Thinking about getting discord

[arachnidiots]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ @darehearts sent : ❛ the only thing i do know is we have to be kind. be kind. especially, when we don't know what's going on. ❜

“you sound like a friend of mine.” she swears those words have fallen out of andie’s mouth on one occasion or another. their own philosophy is not so different. to help, to bring relief— what greater responsibility and honor is there? again and again, liam claws at love and hope for survival because everything will turn out alright. she’ll make sure of it, and she’ll do it till she can’t, and then maybe some more after that too she thinks. it’s optimism through gritted teeth. “she’s pretty big on that stuff, spreading kindness and… the feel-good stuff.” at one point or another, liam was too.

“i’m hoping i only have to ask this once, i mean i’ll keep asking if you say no until i wear you down, but you kinda seem like someone i don’t have to ask this a whole bunch so… think you can lend a hand with the uh,” their head tilts, “killer robot aliens?”

[anipgarden]

Ani Reviews: A Step-by-Step Guide to a Florida Native Yard

I promised you guys a review and here it is. I've never really done a book review before but I'm doing my best to make this Coherent and Helpful.

[Photo ID: a book, titled A Step-by-Step Guide to a Florida Native Yard by Ginny Stibolt and Marjorie Shropshire.]

Out of all the books I checked out from the library this round, I started with this one because it was the shortest out of all of them--if we don't count the appendix and index, its 101 pages long. You can read where I sort of live blogged a portion of this read here.

I think its a pretty good read! It's definitely a lot more relevant if you are the home owner and most directly in charge of landscaping decisions and such. It gives a bit of advice on how to handle making similar changes in an HOA neighborhood, and provides pointers and resources to other books that can also be helpful in the journey to make your landscape a wildlife-friendly habitat. It focuses on Florida specifically, as denoted by the title, and will frequently remind the reader that gardening in Florida is vastly different from gardening anywhere else. So whether you've been a Florida resident all your life, or are planning on making a move on down here, this book can be a helpful resource if you want to transform some or even all of your yard into a habitat.

After the introduction, the book is separated into seven major sections referred to as Steps. There's Assess Your Property, Plan for Drainage and Stormwater Sequestration, Install Trees, Plant Shrubs, Working with Herbaceous Plants, Build a Wild or Natural Area, and Create Spaces for Human Use. If you're more interested in one part than the others, you can definitely skip around to find what you're looking for. I will say, the Drainage and Stormwater section made my head spin a bit.

I will say this: I don't know if the writers ever fully decided if they wanted this book to be targeted towards those who are already gung-ho about native plants and itching to transform their landscape, or to people who are just beginning to dip their toe into the idea. Overall though, it was a nice and informative read, and the illustrations inside are lovely.

[voidedgear]

What Tarot Card Are You?

Wheel of Fortune.

Examine the luck, good or bad, that you have experienced over the past 6 months. I don’t speak of the luck of the world, or of others, but of your own. Would you like it to change? The question won’t affect the change, but it must be asked regardless. If you passed a crumpled 20 dollar note on the street, would you pick it up? If you passed a small child? If you passed a 10 cent coin? Throw the coin into the ocean and make a wish. Would you like some change?

[o-mellowy]

Save a horse,,

[b0tster]

Did some more polish for today's Nightmare Kart dev post!

Added a second tutorial prompt to clue the player into the health drain mechanic

Piggy backed off of the Father Gregory transform mechanic and made the obtained health transfuser queue up over the existing power up if it's currently being used (instead of just skipping the heal entirely)

Rifle skeletons will now rise from coffins when they spawn in. Before, they simply stood there, invincible from sniper fire, until they activate and became vulnerable. Now they are sleeping inside an invulnerable metal coffin.

Support this project via patreon!

[absolfan]

This, but paired with one of the gifs of him landing where you see they animated his thighs with some shock absorption features.

For the longest time I couldn't understand what's going on with Starscream's thighs, and back so I decided to make a little study. It's very sketchy, and I still am not sure if I completely get it... but... there was an attempt ;-;

[revelboo]

This is a sandbox storyline- basically a story starter anyone can play off of. No set Transformers universe here so any partner or partners goes- you want to romance BW Wapinator, IDW Megatron, and TFP Ratchet? Go for it. The premise? Cybertronians trying to find a human who's a compatible match to their sparks and biofields (bit different than my normal stuff, where here, a match needs to be made to be able to bond). Due to how severely endangered their species is, the factions are cooperating even if there still is palpable tension. The agreement is to lure potential matches onto a massive cruise ship where they can interact as their holomatter avatars with their real forms stashed in the hold. Flirting, chatting up, and romancing humans they're drawn to with the intent to reveal their true forms when the cruise stops at its first and only port of call. An isolated island.

If you want to play: no minors in any context, smut is fine, dub-con/forced seduction is okay, but anything beyond that is a nope. Pick whatever characters you want from any TF continuity and carry on the storyline. You can do next/previous like I do and reference this starter if you want, but you don't have to. It's free real estate since it's a very old fic I haven't touched in forever and it probably wasn't getting touched again ever otherwise, so have fun.

Cruise ship concept inspired by Swim Away by themaskismyface on Ao3

Cybertronian Cruiselines

Squinting up at the massive ship as the sun bakes you, people move around you up the walkway alone or in small groups. And some of your doubts ease a bit seeing the ship up close, because you'd honestly assumed it was a scam of some sort. The brochure that had come with your ticket had indicated it was a fantasy cruise. That you could roleplay and romance crew members as funny as it sounds.

Rounding a corner, you run into a queue of people and the cause? The two tallest men you've ever seen. One's mostly silver hair is swept back from an almost sinister, scarred face and red eyes that have to be contacts sweep over the crowd. The other one's hair so dark a black it almost looks blue in the sunlight, his eyes startlingly bright. Yeah. You absolutely understand the backlog now. Everyone gawking at the eye candy on display. That one with the contacts, his eyes almost glow with a feral light, lips twisting in annoyance. And that duster he's wearing looks too hot for the heat, his shirt halfway unbuttoned to show an expanse of tawny skin and tucked into tight fitting jeans. His buddy's shirt stretched tight over a broad chest as he smiles and reaches to hook a finger against his tie, tugging slightly.

"Welcome to the Iacon. I'm Optimus and this is my co-captain Megatron," blue eyes says, his deep voice easily carrying over the whispers. "Please get settled so we can set sail without delay." And he's sweeping an arm to get people moving in the right direction.

Glancing at the two hunks, you follow the crowd, pulling your luggage with you. If the entire crew is that lovely? You're going to have some fun. The ramp enters into an expansive main area, and your neck cranes to try and figure out how many levels there are above you. Never seen a ship this big before. Everything gleaming gold, cream, and glass. Looking far too bourgeoise for you to set foot in or touch. And it looks like the entire cruise line crew is right here, mingling and drifting among the guests. Men and women both and there doesn't seem to be any real dress code going on that you can tell. The only way to tell the crew from the guests is the lack of luggage and the little pins they're wearing. Little colored badges that look like funny faces. And there's multiple versions it looks like. Showing what their duty is, maybe?

"I can't believe that the future of our race lies with these pathetic creatures," Megatron growls, watching the humans wander up the ramp to the ship, fingers flexing in irritation at this indignancy.

Shooting him a censoring look, Optimus watches the humans go. "The strong should protect the weak. Though, these forms do take some getting used to." Rolling his shoulders, he rubs his fingers together, playing with the sensory net and the sensations that feel as real as if it was his own servos touching.

"It's a miracle humans have survived as long as they have," Megatron mutters. No claws, no fangs. Disturbingly squishy and weak, and still very determined to murder each other from what he can tell. Shuddering slightly, he growls as more of them head their way. To come gawk at him. But after centuries of failed attempts to create a hybrid or artificial spark? Their numbers are dwindling. This is the last, best option and he despises it. And as carefully as they selected humans to invite, he can't deny the dread that maybe it won't work. That the medics and scientists got it wrong and this is all a waste of time. That Cybertronians can't be saved. Head turning, he sees Autobot and Decepticon avatars crowding the railing, leaning to watch the humans that might be their salvation with open curiosity.

Annoyed when he sees several head into the ship to greet the humans. And to get close enough to see if any of them trigger reactions to their biofields. Oblivious little organics smiling and gawking at them as they're fussed over on the pretense of getting closer. Because that's the game here. A fantasy cruise where the crew, his people, cater to the human guests' whims, trying to find a compatible partner. It's horrifying that they've sunk this low.