#teecee

[bigthickdaddy69]

sybau nikita

[female-rappers]

TeeCee Roulette, The ATG - Shake Sumn

[hunteddeers]

not teecee but I need an excuse to post

[arcee4me]

what’s up it’s ya boy, TeeCee 😼

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hello!! my name is TC, you’ll probably know me from my tiktok (arcee4me) or not that’s fine too ^^

they/them

my main account on tumblr is @bootleg-cal-weathers but it’s mostly where i post pixar cars related things

!!DO NOT TAG ANY OF MY PROTECTOBOT ART AS SHIP ART!!

idc if you ship them, keep it to yourself or i’ll block you /srs

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Discord

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[mercyfulvoid]

I’m not gonna post teecee stuff on this account, but I’ll try to make another that posts teecee this is backup I’m gonna make another and tag it here

[bigthickdaddy69]

«BRING ME TO ARTYOM'S CELL 🥀🥀» ahh

[whosonicq]

🟢 User "TeeCee" is on-line!

[callykarishokka]

IT PUGGLE TIME

IT TEECEEE

https://www.ebay.com/itm/113858071651

[levuna]

well anyway here's @zhabke’s perfect girl being another nautilus since I haven’t found the one I was looking for

does anyone have that picture of a cat that is nautilus shaped pleeeeaaase

[professoraurabolt]

🏳️‍🌈 + Naomi Kimishima? Or anyone from trauma center, really

Hi hi I don't think of Naomi a lot which is sad BUT I do think she's very very very nice and she likes everything especially patheric men.

O IT'S FREE TC HC SPACE HUH???? EHEHEHUMM, DON'T MIND IF I DO HEEHOO.

Markus gets a lil ace boy swag as well.

[brandwhorestarscream]

One sentence dialogue prompt? I got you

"I need your help." Shadows AU 👀

Stars had never broken the rules of the house before. From the day he was born, he’d had them on repeat in his head. He followed them to a T; he never stepped out of line. He was available to serve his master all hours of the day and night cycle, he never spoke when they were outside of the room, and he always kept a face that perfectly represented his master.

Today was his first time breaking the rules, and his spark was pulsing so loudly with anxiety that he was certain the others they passed could hear it.

He stays in perfect sync with his master as they make their way through the walls; measured, perfect steps. He holds the expression Master Starscream had demanded of him–a strong, stormy face that wouldn’t betray his real feelings.

“No one can know,” he had stressed to Stars. “Do you understand? No one.”

They find their way to the east residential wing, knocking on a familiar door.

The purple and silver Drone, Warper, opens it, and is very surprised to see them. “M-Master Starscream, hello!” his optics are wide in surprise. “How can I be of ser-”

“Skywarp!” Starscream shoulders past him and steps inside without a care. He’s the head Starbearer. He can do whatever he wants. “Thundercracker!”

His brothers are sitting across from one another at the lounge, Thundercracker engrossed in a book and Skywarp busy with a tray of gelled energon treats. They both look up at him, surprised, and Warper hurries to stand behind Skywarp and began his work as a Face.

“Starscream…?” Thundercrackers rises to his pedes, setting his book on the low table. It’s been such a long time since their eldest brother visited. When he became a Starbearer he had moved out of their shared quarters–as triplets they had of course shared their room, and Starscream had been very loud in his excitement about moving into his own space. The Starbearer’s residential tower was a dream come true for him. Why in the world had he come back…?

For a moment, their brother just stands there. Skywarp actually puts his platter down and sits up straighter. Behind him, Warper’s face slides into a frown.

It’s almost imperceptible at first, the way his shoulders start to shake. It’s overpowered by the soot that suddenly explodes out of him–it fires off like shooting stars, raining off of his entire body. The projectiles launch with such fervor that they explode on impact, instantly dirtying the floors and the ceiling and the furniture.

“Starscream-”

“I need your help-” his voice is choked up, wet. He hiccups over a sob, and that’s more surprising than him saying ‘I’. shadows don’t say I. “S- Starscream re-requires your c- cuh-” his vents stutter. “C-Council!”

“Woah, hey… Starscream-” Skywarp approaches him from the side, waving his servo around in an attempt to clear the sooty fog beginning to collect around him. “What’s wro-”

“HE LEFT ME!” the floodgates open and their older brother collapses to the floor, shaky knees finally giving out. His Drone doesn’t catch him, not fast enough, but immediately sinks down to the rug as his master begins to sob. Inky black tears begin dripping off and staining the fabric, and he covers his face with his hands. He’s bent over, laid bare by the sheer force of his emotions.

It’s a pain of the worst kind, an indescribable agony he’s never experienced before. He feels like he’s fractured, like every limb is about to separate from his body and crumble away into nothingness. His spark is shredded, shattered, left for dead. Agony thrums through him with every sparkpulse, and he aches far worse than any wound.

Thundercracker gets on the floor with him, followed by Skywarp. Shooing his Drone back, wrapping their arms around him. They don’t know what’s going on but his suffering is more than apparent–they haven’t seen Starscream cry since the day his fiance left for the Adults’ Wing. and that was nothing compared to this; he clings onto Thundercracker and his whole body is shaking, face tucked into his neck as he sobs and screams out his blubbering ire. Skywarp closes in behind him, draping himself along his back, mindful of his wings, wrapping his arms around to hold him tight. They don’t say anything, but the youngest purrs at him comfortingly, and Thundercracker clicks and chirps at him. They let him cry it out, uncaring of the huge barrage of soot they’re being pelted with.

Finally, after nearly 20 kliks, he seems to be winding down. He’s gone limp in Thundercracker’s arms, rubbing his wet face against his chassis and shaking like a leaf. Above them, Stars’ face is one of acute misery–tears streaming down his cheeks, mouth twisted and turned down, shoulders low. They’ve never seen their brother look so beaten down.

“Starscream,” Thundercracker murmurs against his helm. “What happened?”

He hiccups and sobs out the whole, awful tale–a letter delivered from the Adults, written in Skyfire’s handwriting and signed from the mech himself. The annulment of their engagement. “He- He said- He d-doesn’t want to- to wait for Starscream anymore!” he wails. “He- He doesn’t want to be with Starscream anymore, be-because Starscream is just a child! It’s not FAIR!” his fists slams down on the floor. “He said he loved Starscream! He- He’s a lying pig and Starscream hates him!”

He doesn’t, not really. He wouldn’t be crying like this if he hated him. He wouldn’t be collapsed on the floor of his childhood room, crying his spark out, if he hated his ex-fiance. His first sparkbreak has him reeling and floundering, helpless in the wake of such an emotional occurrence.

Above them, a curl of soot begins to drift off of Thundercracker. Skywarp already has a cloud brewing around his helm.

How dare Skyfire treat their brother this way?!

To just throw him away after centuries of devotion, how callous! How pompous! Who did he think he was? A first floor adult high on his own superiority, abandoning his loving fiance to chase a prettier pair of wings?

Disgusting.

“You don’t need him,” Thundercracker growled. “If he’s going to act like that, then Thundercracker thinks you’re better off without!”

“Skywarp thinks so too!” the youngest chimes in. “He’s not mech enough to keep his promises? Frag him! Warper, hey! Warper!”

His Drone steps up obediently. “Yes, Master Skywarp?”

“Sing for Starscream! Make him feel better. Oh, and TeeCee! Go make him some hot energon.”

While the Drones get to work, they work together to pull their brother off the floor. Thundercracker gently wipes his face, blotting up his tears with a piece of expensive fabric. It stains black, effectively ruining it, but he doesn’t care. He tosses it carelessly to the floor for TeeCee to handle later. They bundle him onto the chaise, Stars obediently bringing one of their thick, fine blankets to comfort him.

“We’ll get him for this, Starscream,” Thundercracker tells him once they’re all snuggled together on the furniture. Their brother still looks droopy, even with cozies on his wings and a plate of his favorite snacks in front of him. They can’t blame him. He and Skyfire had been a couple since… well. Almost immediately after their Debut. He’s crushed. “Thundercracker promises.”

Starscream doesn’t much believe them, because the Adults are untouchable, but the sentiment is sweet. He’s content to just close his optics and remain there with them for awhile.

[ikon-global]

170607 B.I @ MBC FM4U “Tei’s Dreaming Radio” © TEECEE | DO NOT edit.

[teaandtoasters]

I can’t wait to go home and see my rocket baby again, I’ve missed him.

[wisechaosglitter]

Dianoga Down

Vader takes tiny Luke on the ship with him with TeeCee, his nanny droid, to babysit. What could go wrong?

(Part of my Dad Vader & Son series)

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14087677/1/Dianoga-Down

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39285342

[bigthickdaddy69]

nikituah ✌️😈

[sheepinthebigcity]

Gay Pride Bickel, Teecee Humie, Mayumi, some AI objects, and Ben