#time to roll over and die

[the-last-magpie]

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Chapters: 7/7

Fandom: Transformers G1

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Hook, Constructicons

For @constructiconweek 2025!

Summary:

You can have a functioning squad or you can have: - a twitchy excavator; - a not well-mannered bulldozer; - a cement truck that sees through his mouth; - a very done but caring loader truck; - a wheel-loader that goes on a trip; - a crane who cannot get out of bed. In the background, Devastator scoffs at them.

Hope you enjoy!

[rocketbirdie]

i don't want to lose you. i don't want to lose this

[ace-and-ink]

i hope she doesn’t call again this year. i don’t think i have an answer for her this time. i haven’t felt this way since high school. where the bleakness and blankness of the gray cloud-only sky feels the same inside as it does outside. there are more gloomy-looking women on campus than i swear i usually notice. girls i went to church with are celebrating. i’ve written a sticky note i’m keeping in a drawer in my desk. it has my computer pin and says “i have a folder of poetry. please don’t let my work die.” i can’t tell if it’s preemptive or if it counts as a letter. i can’t tell if it’ll even be possible in my time anymore. i can’t tell if my family cares. i almost puked and sobbed all morning and got up and went to class fifteen minutes after. the world keeps spinning. it wants to keep spinning without me and i know it. it’s gotten harder to ignore and now it’ll be almost impossible. i think about writing the same note to keep in all my pockets and bags. “i have a folder of poetry. don’t let my work die. tell [my ex] i still loved her and that i hope she gets to study and work in another country. dad, i’m sorry i was anything but your son.” i don’t know if i’m prophetic or anxious and paranoid. i think i should seal my mouth shut sometimes. my love, i don’t know if we’ve met yet, but you have to stay alive. you have to live; we’re meant to get married and live our silly little dreams in the city, fantasizing about running off the grid to live in a cabin in the woods away from everything. i want to scribble the note in every notebook i have. “i have a folder of poetry. don’t let my work die. hot take: i’ve always loved the times new roman font. i love my dogs but i’ve always wanted a cat. if i ever got a girl i’d name her something like jessy, bumble, or medusa. if i ever got a boy i’d name him colby, full name colby jack, government name colby jack, like the cheese.” i can’t tell if it’s prophetic or preemptive. in case you were never told: i’m a gay woman. i’m an asexual non-man. the greatest thing to happen to me personally was figure out that lesbian works as a gender identifier, too. you should know by now. i wonder what my mother would say. about this. about me. the world will know. i am not quiet, as everyone who’s ever met me has unfortunately discovered. another day, another step i refuse to concede. but i have a sticky note folded up in my phone case. it has my computer pin and reads “i have a folder of poetry. please don’t let my work die.”

— 11/6

[yuripira4e]

Before otasune week ends I just want to take a moment to plug my playlist

[eggplant-crusader]

If I had a nickel for every time I completely lost my mind in 2023 over a girl with a side cut and a tooth gap in a story where the protagonist is trying to change the very doomed narrative, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's FUCKING INSANE THAT IT HAPPENED TWICE CAN IT PLEASE STOP NOW?

[allgremlinyaps]

I cant find the I hope President Biden kills himself today post. I hope President Biden kills himself today.

[sheyshen]

woke up this morning thinking maybe it'd be good to get back into nature photography and meterorology. driving around and taking photos of storms has been a hobby of mine since i was a kid and now that i can just get in the car and go it might be a good time to get into that again even if it's just now and then

[cuteniaarts]

What a shame… you always had such beautiful hair

[worriesndoodles]

i did not carefuly saved every tgaa related material to look into in detial after finishing the games to open all the reddit posts to see poeple shitting on the games

[rosegasly]

ALSO PLEASE STARS ALIGN LET CHECO HAVE A PODIUM IN MEXICO

[lathrine]

my tav's had 'escaped drider ceremony' on their background since day one, but now im like. what if i doom your narrative. what if the worm is keeping you from becoming that which you most fear. what if freedom from the illithid means capture at the hands of llolth.

[hotdadlicense]

i only ever get apple music when i can get the free month deals and i just found a 'get apple music free for three months!' option so i subscribed and finally got to see my top 2023 played playlist and it literally doesnt have kesha on it til like the last ten songs even though i KNOW she was my most played like. all i've listened to is kesha. also somehow a song i was listening to for a week made number three? also papa roaches last resort making top ten when, again, it was just like one week of playing it

hows this my top eleven songs i don't even know the words to dance dance

[recalcitrantlycaffeinated]

DND: session 1 (The Drug Fog)

Our DM (making his first appearance) immediately opened our session by telling us that the planet we were approaching was covered in a mysterious fog. Seamus looked out into the fog and had to do a wisdom save, which he failed, so he started seeing things. When he said something about the fog didn't seem right, Traps immediately stuck his head into the fog saying, "Really? let me see!" Since it was a wisdom save, I obviously failed it, and was treated to a false memory vision of my childhood, involving a series of woodland animals getting married.

"I think this fog is drugs," I said with full confidence. "I've done drugs before, and I think this is a drug fog." Seamus got fully on board, except HIS theory was that somebody had drugged our beer we were drinking earlier.

A distress signal came through the fog, and a ship pulled up alongside. The man on the ship had an Irish accent, so he and Seamus were buddies for about five seconds, before he introduced himself and his Trading Company further, leading Seamus to characterize them as unjust colonizers. He offered us a great deal of gold to come down and help them with their fog problem. Not only was the fog causing strange and terrible visions, but fifty people had mysteriously been taken in the midst of all this, including everyone from the governor's manor. We were not particularly interested in being helpful, but between him threatening to call the cops on us for being thieves and murderers, and the fact that Hex (who was piloting the ship) is obsessed with gold and murdering, we accepted.

We took a skiff down to the planet, piloted by one of their guys (I was never quite clear on whether there were two or three of them because Irish accent + beardy DM + my bad hearing in group settings was NOT the best time). Amidst the fog, everything was a little off. Anybody who tried to figure out what the fog was got hit with more visions. Hex even had one where they saw our own skiff coming back from the other direction, full of our own dead bodies. I did not have any of these extra visions because I was not trying to figure out the fog because it was OBVIOUSLY a drug fog.

And then the pilot crashed the skiff. Three out of the five of us failed dex saves and got thrown into an iron gate (instantly halving my hit points). And then three out of the five of us failed our wisdom saves and got hit with fog visions of what we feared most. (Seamus and I failed both saves; Paladin Dad failed neither.) Seamus saw his first wife and child, who had died in a fire, and ended up so afraid he was fully petrified and needed to be healed by Paladin Dad, who did this by slapping him and yelling "Get in a fight, Seamus!" Hex saw spiders, and got so afraid, they ran away. I saw my elementary school teacher. [Clearly, Seamus and I take roleplaying very seriously in VERY different ways.] I tried to attack him.

Then a spider in a lab coat, which was probably real and not a vision, started attacking by blasting blue streaks out of its arms, and some human guys started trying to take the bodies of the Irishmen away. Xander and Paladin Dad tried to attack them, but only one type of damage seemed to work on them. Seamus said "Prayer is overrated," and chose to attack instead, and rolled a Nat 1, very nearly injuring himself, while the (priest) DM told him "This is what you get for saying prayer is overrated!" I ran over to the lab coat spider and yelled dramatically, "Spiders can't do science!!" aaaaand immediately stabbed myself in the leg with my rapier because I rolled another Nat 1. At this point, Seamus yelled that we should retreat, so we all joined Hex in fleeing combat towards the manor, as in the background the Irish NPCs got picked up by giant fog hands.

I have 10 hit points. Our paladin has one heal left until we rest. And our cleric-rogue can't come to the next campaign session at all. If I die without ever getting to roll sneak attack damage I will be devastated.

[the-golden-ghost]

I wish I could get over hating my birthday too

[attractthecrows]

retconning stroud out of the deep roads so i can shove laure amell and the hawke siblings and varric and anders all into the same little camp. they would all have such a bad time

[asryr]

oh the internal war of loving most tvd characters and also wondering how the actual fuck jp justified the entire mystic falls gang getting to kill TWO mikaelsons and still coming out unscathed.