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Hmm. That’s definitely going to be a problem.

“I don’t take payment,” First Aid counters, but his tone is placating. And Rodimus will probably be fine, really; First Aid has seen Galvatron bounce back, unassisted, from far worse. He’s honestly just a sucker for big, sad optics, whether they belong to a Herald of Unicron or otherwise. Aid changes tactics.

“He’s not going to be a very effective henchman if he’s holed up somewhere licking his wounds, you know,” he tries. “Might as well take advantage of some free healthcare.”

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…Ah.

“Give him here, then.” First Aid has mesh patches. And painkillers!

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“He’s really not.” And First Aid simply trots dutifully after the absconded Rodi, mindful of Unicron’s many pointy bits. “Come on, let me see him.”

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…Ah.

“Give him here, then.” First Aid has mesh patches. And painkillers!

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…Ah.

“Give him here, then.” First Aid has mesh patches. And painkillers!

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( sorry everyone, but anon is now disabled on all my blogs. i’ve hit my limit. thanks for understanding. )

( i can’t handle the donation spam any more. i don’t care if forty rando tumblr users have ‘vetted’ the campaign. i can’t give any more. i can’t look at it any more. i don’t care if this makes me selfish. i’m fucking exhausted.

i’m the if-i-lose-my-healthcare-i’ll-die type of disabled. i’m unemployed and our household income is currently on shaky ground, with me likely having to take care of both my parents within the next five years. i am helplessly watching my country devolve into 1930’s germany. and on top of all that i literally almost lost my mom last week.

i’m still here and i’m still capable of taking care of any friend who needs a shoulder to cry on or ten bucks for groceries. i’m not trying to bring down the mood or make my actual friends feel like they can’t ask me for help. really i’m not even sure if i should have even put all this out here or if i just made everyone feel worse but i’m at a breaking point in my life right now. i am loving my neighbor and my neighbor is someone that i can know for sure is real. i am NOT putting the entire world on my shoulders and i feel like that is a perfectly acceptable line to draw.

any randos continuing to come into my inbox asking for money will now be blocked. )

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what kind of “i love you” are you?

the confession

when you say "i love you," it carries the whole weight of your heart. it feels like closing your eyes and stepping off a cliff. maybe you've been planning to tell them for days now, or maybe it's just slipped out without you realizing, either way, it was inevitable. it's relief and dread all at once, it's mortifying yet hopeful. the words hang heavy and suspended in the air, thick enough to choke on, a brief and perilous moment against the mortal pull of gravity.

stolen from:

@autobotmedic

tagging: @helicrazy @photobombingcryptid @autobotstarscream @frostbittenfemme @circuitry-and-chaos @symphonicdemise @citizensofcybertron @alacritysparked

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@trustme-imamedic said:

Have you had your daily intake of lead paint chips today, First Aid?

I don’t eat those plain; too sweet.

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@unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom said:

ADD POWDERED JASPER

First Aid takes a moment to consider the bowl of fluffy asbestos oblongs, already dusted in iron filings, before shrugging and pulling out a jasper packet to sprinkle on top.

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Mmmm, asbestos puffs…

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Made for a school assignment

Basically how the scene went

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strawberry gummi shark First Aid

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good morning to all robotfuckers and mecha kissers and people who think lovingly about maintenance in cramped spaces

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Mech pilots as a chronic illness metaphor. I would kill the world for you. I need you to help me out of the cockpit. I swear I’m still every bit as useful to you as I was before. We’re going to need to add another drug to the cocktail. You won’t leave me when I finally wash out, right? I don’t get to be normal anymore. I would kill the world for you. I hope I get to try.

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Planet Cybertron and its moons, from the Transformers Animated episode “Decepticon Air”. Original image slightly edited to remove the Hub logo.

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to the new cmo of the lost light! (immediately after this approximately 500 explosions went off and ratchet had to help out anyway)