#〔head-on!〕

[cerebrosurgeon]

"...What was it like, in your universe? After the war ended, that is. Did you return to Cybertron? Was Iacon still intact?"

Max paused, lowering the twisted piece of metal he was examining. Quietly, patiently, Prowl had been watching him make his way through a pile of smelted remains, something he'd seen from afar resting in a scrapheap and needed to look at. Cerebros was performing maintenance on his Fortress transtector, the med bay Prowl loaned him private and secure, and there was a small blockade between the Headmasters' thoughts to mutually limit distractions. Sucking air into his intake vents and slowly cycling it out, Fortress Maximus looked at Prowl, just over eye-level with him where he knelt at the pile.

"I have dedicated millennia to the pursuit of peace," Maximus rumbled, voice gentle yet strained, "and haven't found it."

He held the once molten metal up between them, shiny and rounded where it liquefied, jagged and gnarled where it remained solid. The scar of a word, symbol, or decal once held by whatever the debris had previously been was dark, but subtle, and merely a miniscule fraction of whatever the original message had been. "The war never ended. The Headmasters go where we're needed; some of us vowed never to return to Cybertron until peace was restored."

Turning the piece over, he showed Prowl the tiny glitter of deep blue still clinging to the metal under layers of carbon, a rare unscathed millimeter nestled deep in a sharp curl. "Iacon remains standing. The Dome never fell. I can show you."

[noodles-07]

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

[theorangepdf]

the epidemic of grown adults playing tiktoks at full volume in public is rampant why are you acting like a 7 year old with their first ipad you have a mortgage

[sreegs]

[strawxbunny]

i love when ppl say “that’s so you” it feels good to know i exist and have a vibe

[ace-disgrace-on-the-case]

For those who needed to hear it today

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

This song has single-handedly taken over my life and it’s only been like a week

[bitchfitch]

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[willowcrowned]

if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted

life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

[noodles-and-tea]

Haha… yeah… that’d be crazy…

[stealingpotatoes]

making bucky a politician is one of the most insane choices the MCU has ever made but you know what. sure. i'm here for it

(commission info // tip jar!)

[cerebrosurgeon]

💬for any hot rod you wish!!!

The message board was dim on his HUD, superseded by so many other readouts and programs opened since he'd first begun the log. It was empty, save for a series of redirects to Cerebros's personal conversations with Hot Rod. Fortress Maximus tapped his fingers, anxiety coiling its way through his frame, nibbling at his nerves with blunt teeth.

› You remind me of the Hot Rod I knew.▮

No- DEL, DEL, DEL, DEL, long press DEL. The mech knew already. Faster finger tapping, a gentle nudge from Cerebros through their bond, a reassurance. Try again.

› Why didn't you come with me defect with Fortress Maximus?▮

Not that, either. Delete it. Roddy wasn't interested in pacifism, in protest, in chasing peace. He wanted to bring about a better world. He wanted to be a better world.

› I'm proud of how far you've come, yet so afraid of the path you're on.▮

Frustrated, Max dismissed the window, the message remaining unsent in the text box.

They'd talk another time.

[mail-me-a-snail]

he's free now

[smoliboops]

[imactuallyagiraffe]

no i am not immune to early 2000s pop-punk music that fucks a little harder than everyone likes to admit