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BREAKING NEWS: softest material in the world has been discovered, scientists calling it "kitty tummy fur"

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sometimes writing feels like dragging your brain across gravel. but at least the gravel is sparkly. and covered in metaphors.

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girls love having their little digital archives

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The sentences "Asexuals can still have sex" and "Aromantics can still date" need to go up on the high shelf for everyone except aces and aros talking about their own experiences. From now on, everyone else has to use the revolutionary new phrase "Asexuals and aromantics can do whatever the fuck they want forever."

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DONT CLICK ON THAT!!! whew. sorry. just be careful.. many people dont know that .pdf stands for “poison dart frog.”

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Projecting my period cramps onto Gilgamesh king of Uruk

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eddie and volt can explore MY breaker box

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The fics, hcs, fluff, wholesome, angst, smut of literal FURNITURE is growing and growing each day this game is out. Works of art are being written the fandom is growing to written literature by fans YES YES YES YES YES YES signs of a community/fandom growing together

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Dynamic of gaster & player is crazy

A lot of the fandom being obsessed with theories on who he is and piecing together his lore, sinking their teeth into everything about him as breadcrumbs are set out for us to follow.

Years later(?) Gaster becomes obsessed in his experiments of being able to contact us and creating an entire story just to have the equivalent of an eldritch multidimensional being be put in a rat maze.

The player falling for it hook, line & sinker as they thirst for the same thing as Gaster does. Complete parallels to each other on opposite yet same sides. The methods of finding information being stark contrasts to each other.

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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i love this website i just feel at home here you know

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So I finally got around to starting that Soundwave x Reader road trip fic that I always wanted to write

Check out the first chapter on ao3

Or read it under the read more, either way, I present to the world

Song of the Summer

Chapter 1: 9 To 5

You knew it was going to be a bad day when you woke up to the sound of jet engines roaring over the city. As you dragged yourself from the sanctuary of your bed toward your window you begged, no, you prayed that it would be any kind of normal circumstance. A military exercise maybe, a rogue passenger airliner, hell even a hostile military invasion, but no, you weren’t that lucky. Sure enough, as you opened the window and peered out into the early morning sky you saw three brightly colored military jets, each of them with an instantly recognizable bright purple symbol emblazoned on the wings.

You would think that Nashville, being all the way across the country from the headquarters of both factions of alien robots, would surely be a safe place to live, at least as far as alien attacks went. That’s what you had assumed when you moved there, yet here was living, flying, obnoxious proof that you had been wrong. Decepticons were bringing trouble to Nashville, and that meant that the Autobots wouldn’t be far behind. 

It wasn’t that you had something against the Autobots specifically, far from it, you just weren’t a big fan of giant alien robots generally. You swear that you don’t have anything against aliens, the whole ‘dragging Earth into their 4 million year war’ thing just rubbed you the wrong way, is all. 

This morning you didn’t have the time to waste thinking about Earth’s resident friendly neighborhood extraterrestrials, you had to get to work. So, you grabbed your keys, locked up  your crappy apartment, and headed out to your pride and joy, your car. It might not have been the newest shiniest model of 1984, but your Chevy Suburban was officially the nicest thing you owned. You’d gotten it cheap from a friend of a friend who had bought it back in ‘79 and had a couple accidents in it, and after paying for a couple repairs it was basically good as new. You may have a terrible apartment, and a job you hate, but damn if you didn’t have a good car.

Speaking of that job you hate, it still pays the bills, so you head out into the early morning traffic of Nashville to get to work. As you drove, you could just barely hear something in the distance. It sounded like someone was beating a car with another car. Ah, the Autobots were here. You turned the radio up until you couldn’t hear the sound of the robot beatdown in the distance.

You already knew it would be a generally bad day when you saw the Decepticons, but you knew it would be a bad day for you, specifically, when an ambulance sideswiped your car. It was a four way stop, with stoplights and everything, your light was on green, you had the right of way, you were in the middle of the goddamn intersection. None of that mattered to the ambulance that flew past the red light and made a screeching turn into your lane, right where your car was. You swerved left to avoid the ambulance, the ambulance swerved right to avoid you, and the air was filled with the screeching of metal as the two vehicles made contact. 

It only takes about three seconds, and then you’re across the intersection and the ambulance is speeding around a corner and out of sight. You pull over to the side of the road and try not to have a heart attack on the spot. The only thing you can do in the moment as you try not to panic is wonder who the hell they hire to drive ambulances these days. If it was going to an emergency, then sure, drive like a maniac, but no, that thing didn’t even have on lights or sirens, nothing! 

You get out to survey the damage, and it might not be major, but it sure is ugly. A giant red and white streak down the entire right side of your car, front to back. As you stare at your car’s ruined paint, you hear something that you hoped to never hear in real life, the distinct sound of a transformation sequence. Sure enough, an Autobot stands up from a few streets away, a red and white Autobot, who now has distinct smears of your car’s blue paint down his left side. You realize with dawning horror that there’s no way that guy has insurance.

Even with your day already thoroughly ruined, you still need to get to work. You drive more carefully than you ever have in your life, one hit and run was enough for today, thank you. As you pull into the parking lot of your workplace you’re hit with a wave of relief. As you search for a parking spot, you’re just ready to do something that doesn't require thinking about giant alien robots, even if that something is listening to your terrible coworkers gossip about a show you’ve never watched. You park your car and step out into the morning sunlight, just in time to see a blue Decepticon jet get thrown ass over teakettle straight through the building.

You stand there staring, dumbfounded, at the empty space that used to be your workplace. The Decepticon stands up and launches himself back into the sky, and presumably, back into the fight. There isn’t even a pile of rubble where your job used to be, it’s just gone. When you get back in your car you just press your forehead to the steering wheel and stare at your lap in silence.

Suddenly unemployed, there’s nothing for you to do but go back to your apartment. You make the drive in silence, watching your surroundings carefully, trying your best to keep track of the sounds of the battle still going on around the city, trying your best to avoid getting too close. 

When they talk about the Autobots on TV they always make them seem like superheroes, paragons of virtue, the good guys. The Decepticons are always the ones who get blamed for the destruction, for the human collateral in their endless war. The news will never tell you about an Autobot crushing a building. You’ll never turn on the radio and hear about how much chaos the Autobots have caused. When people talk about the Autobots all they say is how charming they are, how kind. No one ever wants to talk about just how much damage they’ve done by turning Earth into their latest theater of war.

That’s all you can think about as you get closer and closer to your apartment. You're just blocks away when you see them. The great big red white and blue bastard himself, Optimus Prime, grappling with Megatron, in all his gunmetal grey glory. They aren’t that close, they aren't even around any buildings, but they’re so giant that it doesn’t matter, you can still see them clearly. You sit frozen at a stop sign as you watch. Optimus throws a punch, Megatron swings back, the giant cannon on his arm starts to glow purple, Megatron points his cannon at Optimus, Optimus shoves his arm away and the cannon shot goes wide, and it goes straight into a building. You pull your eyes away from the dueling giants just in time to realize that the noises of the other battles have all gotten far to close for comfort. As the Autobots and Decepticons fight around you, you put your car into park, press your face into the steering wheel, close your eyes, and hope for the best.

You aren’t sure how long the screaming cacophony of the battle around you lasts, but you don’t open your eyes until things have been very quiet for a very long time. When you raise your head and look around, your immediate surroundings are mostly fine. There are a few overturned trash cans, some scorch marks on the road, and a few other little things that let you know that this really did happen, but the lack of total devastation sparks a fragile kind of hope in your chest. That hope only lasts until you reach your own block.

More accurately, when you reach what used to be your block. Your apartment has been reduced to a large pile of rubble. Everything that hadn’t been in your car was completely and totally gone. You park your car in front of what used to be your apartment and get out and stare at the rubble. The pile spans the entire block and is well over twice your height. The idea of recovering any of your belongings from in there is laughable. Still, you lift a small piece of rubble, just to do something, anything at all. Nothing is revealed underneath but more rubble, and you jump back from the pile as pieces shift from the movement. As dust rains down from the pile of destruction, you hear something plasticky clatter down the pile. A tape deck falls down onto the asphalt. 

Honestly, it looks disgusting, covered in a dark layer of soot and dust, you can’t see the original colors anymore. There’s next to no chance that the thing is even functional anymore, but it was a miracle that it survived at all. You scoop up your tape deck and clutch it to your chest. It’s not much, but it’s the only thing from your apartment that managed to survive, so there’s no way in hell that you’re letting this thing out of your sight.

You get back in your car, setting your miracle tape deck in the passenger seat, and you set off for the nearest motel. When you turn on the radio and hear the word ‘Autobots’ and turn it right back off. You may not have had anything against Autobots when you woke up today, but you certainly do now. They ruined your car, they ruined your city, they had just ruined your entire life in one morning, and it would just be another day for them. As you fume, you pay no attention to the tape deck in your passenger seat. You don’t notice the blue and white plating underneath the soot and grime. You don’t notice the purple Decepticon symbol in the middle of the glass. While you drive, the tape deck in your passenger seat clicks silently, uselessly, as he fails to transform, and while you’re wishing misfortune on the Autobots, he’s hoping that you don’t realize that you’ve just botnapped the Decepticon third in command.

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i need people to get on the eddie and volt fanfiction train asap a bitch is thirsty

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toby makes such beautiful media references 🥰🥰🥰

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saw a video that was like “everybody comment what you did today so we can see how everyone experienced something different” and the comments have me tearing up on this train. what the fuckkkk. the human experience