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welp. i was THISCLOSE to posting an adolescent “i hate everything” post… and then i saw this.

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Nothing screams ‘I like racist, anti-semitic, transphobic, pedophilic content’ like ‘LET PEOPLE ENJOY THINGS OH MY GOD’ like. Hm. I wonder if your interests weren’t directly harming people of color, Jewish people, trans people and children, you wouldn’t feel this desperate need to defend yourself. I said once that shame and guilt are under-utilized in our society … I think we should bring it back. If you do shitty bad things and have shitty bad interests that harm others and marginalized groups, you should be guilty and should be shamed. Just a thought!

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More then meet the eye part 3 (episode#3)

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Transformers: Sideswipe by Alen Rocha

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me liveblogging the pitfalls of my life on this hellion website for the past 7 years

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Heck yeah! And thank you so much ❤️

Little sneak of what I’m working on for a HS AU!

I’m happy to requests on who to write about, just send me the character and/or a situation in my inbox.

Or any suggestions on who should be teachers/parents and of what/who.

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Drift was sulking.

The full head down, chin propped up by his hand as he gazed out the car window. It wasn’t even raining, and he was sinking into a gloom that wasn’t suited to Rodimus’s plans.

In fact, it was a rather nice day. The kind of day where Rodimus liked to do stuff. But to Drift, the crime of ditching class was a strong one.

Rodimus drummed at the wheel of his car, cheerful despite the wind slapping at his face being a stark comparison to the aircon that was usually blasting throughout the front seat. It had broken only yesterday, which was perfect timing for the extreme heatwave that seemed to have hit Oregon.

“What are you even worried bout?” He asked after a second, eyes drifting from the road to his friend, who was still casting puppy eyes out into the receding horizon.

“Detention with Megatron?”

“Psh, they won’t even notice us gone.”

Drift finally looked up, brown eyes concerned, but not angry. Rodimus could count the times he’d seen Drift actually mad on one hand.

“They do, actually,” he said blithely, “It’s called roll call, and when we’re not there, they call home.”

Rodimus barked a laugh, and switched to steering with one hand so he could clap Drift on the shoulder. “As if my dad is going to answer the phone. I don’t even know which country he’s in right now.”

“Mine will!”

They finally rolled to stop at a red light, the road empty and the shrubs surrounding it gently rustling in the wind.

It was a great day.

Rodimus leveled his friend with a dry look, and gestured to their environment, “Look around you! We can do anything right now. Wing won’t care if he gets a call from the school. That guy is Jesus, I swear. Doesn’t got an angry or bad bone in his body.”

Drift bit at his fingernails, not looking convinced, and brushed a strand of white hair from his face. His roots were starting to come back in, but Rodimus liked the look.

“I don’t want to take advantage of his kindness.”

The light finally switched the green, jerking both of them forward as Rodimus floored the accelerator.

“Watch it!”

“I got it, I got it,” The teenager dismissed, brown eyes flickering to the rear view mirror briefly to check if anyone was behind them. The road was empty, like all the roads were when they went even slightly out of town.

“And anyway,'' he continued, “It’s not taking advantage. It’s…” Rodimus pursed his lips, mulling over the right words, before he settled on simply telling it as it was. Or at least, as he thought it was. “It’s living life to the fullest. Car Depot or whatever.”

Drift managed a small huff of laughter, and shot his friend an amused look, “You mean carpe diem?”

“Yeah! Like in that one movie with the poets. They all had a great time.”

“Have you actually seen Dead Poets Society, Roddy?”

Rodimus shrugged, “Nope. It’s not a classic. I’m more of a “Back to the Future” kind of guy.”

Drift eyed him for a second, and jabbed a finger at the red, unzipped vest that he was wearing over a denim jacket, as well as the cap that was sitting lazily over his mess of fiery red hair. “Is that why you dress like the main guy?”

“What? This is my style.”

“Sure.”

The car turned into a smaller dirt road as Rodimus snorted, “Say’s the hippie.” The car braked abruptly ( in true Rodimus fashion) and he turned to face Drift fully.

“See, isn’t this way better than math?”

Math was probably Rodimus’s worst subject, even if it was mostly because he spent the entire lesson talking to Drift, or throwing bits of rubber at their teachers back.

Drift hummed his agreement, and lifted his feet up to the dash as Rodimus inched his car towards an incline that was blocked off by a very small, and rotting, fence.

“What are we doing here, Roddy?”

It was peaceful, and the view beautiful, but with the amount of people that had been going missing, Drift wasn’t exactly inclined to stay too far away from town for too long.

“You’ll see.”

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Unsurprisingly, ditching class did get them both in trouble, so Monday morning treated Drift and Rodimus with a less than warm summon to the principal's office, and another equally as cold sentence to a long, very boring, wait in the uncomfortable chairs outside of Prowl’s office. It was like the pre-punishment to the punishment.

Sideswipe was already in there, which was in no way surprising, considering he practically lived in there. Drift didn’t understand how one person could cause so much trouble. If he wasn’t talking back in class (which was always a good source of amusement since Sideswipe was a naturally funny guy), he was barricading the gym teacher in the gym and setting the sprinklers off.

The steady rise of voices alluded to something a lot worse, though.

“I told you we’d get caught,” Drift said after a second, uncomfortable with the pristine floors that stunk of hand sanitizer and the heavy silence.

Rodimus glanced up at him, chin resting close to his chest as he slumped in his seat, legs propped up on the arms of the chairs. “Worth it.”

Drift frowned. At least his parent was across the world, and could only express his disapproval over the phone. Prowl would call Wing, the man who risked everything for him, to tell him that he was ruining the opportunities he’d provided him with.

But, as if Rodimus was almost reading his kind, there was a soft touch on his shoulder, and he glanced down to a freckled hand giving him a supporting pat. Rodimus smiled, “Wing won’t care that much, Drift.”

“I hope no-“

The arguing from the office suddenly increased, before the doorknob twisted and a pair of red converse shoes were halfway out of the doorframe.

Prowl’s voice followed, sounding unusually bothered. “Sideswipe, don’t be ridiculous.”

Drift didn’t interact with him too often, but Sideswipe was usually quite cheerful, and lacking the frustrated scowl that was stretched across his handsome face.

He could have almost mistook him for Sunstreaker.

“It’s not a big fucking deal.”

Prowl was following him out the room, barely even noticing the other students in the office. He scoffed, and held up a suspension slip, “You publicly humiliated Getaway-“

Sideswipe snorted, and shrugged Prowl’s hand off his arm. “A bully, you mean.

“You still-“ Prowl sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a step back from his student, who was beginning to shrink back. “I still need to speak to a parent.” He held up a hand, silencing Sideswipe before the words could even leave his mouth. “A parent Sideswipe, or I’ll be forced to call,” he trailed off, finally seeming to realise the other people who weren’t even trying to pretend they weren’t listening in.

“You can’t-“

A boney finger pointed towards the door, and Sideswipe shut his mouth, green eyes glaring as he ran a hand through his hair. It was the sort of hair Drift was jealous of. Curly and black, and it defined his unique features quite well.

He made eye contact with Drift briefly, and curled his lip in a way that Drift decided meant “mind your fucking business”, before he was out the door.

It was strange, but Drift found himself feeling suddenly guilty as he was waved over by Prowl, because at least he had a parent to get in trouble with.

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Unsurprisingly, ditching class did get them both in trouble, so Monday morning treated Drift and Rodimus with a less than warm summon to the principal's office, and another equally as cold sentence to a long, very boring, wait in the uncomfortable chairs outside of Prowl’s office. It was like the pre-punishment to the punishment.

Sideswipe was already in there, which was in no way surprising, considering he practically lived in there. Drift didn’t understand how one person could cause so much trouble. If he wasn’t talking back in class (which was always a good source of amusement since Sideswipe was a naturally funny guy), he was barricading the gym teacher in the gym and setting the sprinklers off.

The steady rise of voices alluded to something a lot worse, though.

“I told you we’d get caught,” Drift said after a second, uncomfortable with the pristine floors that stunk of hand sanitizer and the heavy silence.

Rodimus glanced up at him, chin resting close to his chest as he slumped in his seat, legs propped up on the arms of the chairs. “Worth it.”

Drift frowned. At least his parent was across the world, and could only express his disapproval over the phone. Prowl would call Wing, the man who risked everything for him, to tell him that he was ruining the opportunities he’d provided him with.

But, as if Rodimus was almost reading his kind, there was a soft touch on his shoulder, and he glanced down to a freckled hand giving him a supporting pat. Rodimus smiled, “Wing won’t care that much, Drift.”

“I hope no-“

The arguing from the office suddenly increased, before the doorknob twisted and a pair of red converse shoes were halfway out of the doorframe.

Prowl’s voice followed, sounding unusually bothered. “Sideswipe, don’t be ridiculous.”

Drift didn’t interact with him too often, but Sideswipe was usually quite cheerful, and lacking the frustrated scowl that was stretched across his handsome face.

He could have almost mistook him for Sunstreaker.

“It’s not a big fucking deal.”

Prowl was following him out the room, barely even noticing the other students in the office. He scoffed, and held up a suspension slip, “You publicly humiliated Getaway-“

Sideswipe snorted, and shrugged Prowl’s hand off his arm. “A bully, you mean.

“You still-“ Prowl sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a step back from his student, who was beginning to shrink back. “I still need to speak to a parent.” He held up a hand, silencing Sideswipe before the words could even leave his mouth. “A parent Sideswipe, or I’ll be forced to call,” he trailed off, finally seeming to realise the other people who weren’t even trying to pretend they weren’t listening in.

“You can’t-“

A boney finger pointed towards the door, and Sideswipe shut his mouth, green eyes glaring as he ran a hand through his hair. It was the sort of hair Drift was jealous of. Curly and black, and it defined his unique features quite well.

He made eye contact with Drift briefly, and curled his lip in a way that Drift decided meant “mind your fucking business”, before he was out the door.

It was strange, but Drift found himself feeling suddenly guilty as he was waved over by Prowl, because at least he had a parent to get in trouble with.

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Unsurprisingly, ditching class did get them both in trouble, so Monday morning treated Drift and Rodimus with a less than warm summon to the principal's office, and another equally as cold sentence to a long, very boring, wait in the uncomfortable chairs outside of Prowl’s office. It was like the pre-punishment to the punishment.

Sideswipe was already in there, which was in no way surprising, considering he practically lived in there. Drift didn’t understand how one person could cause so much trouble. If he wasn’t talking back in class (which was always a good source of amusement since Sideswipe was a naturally funny guy), he was barricading the gym teacher in the gym and setting the sprinklers off.

The steady rise of voices alluded to something a lot worse, though.

“I told you we’d get caught,” Drift said after a second, uncomfortable with the pristine floors that stunk of hand sanitizer and the heavy silence.

Rodimus glanced up at him, chin resting close to his chest as he slumped in his seat, legs propped up on the arms of the chairs. “Worth it.”

Drift frowned. At least his parent was across the world, and could only express his disapproval over the phone. Prowl would call Wing, the man who risked everything for him, to tell him that he was ruining the opportunities he’d provided him with.

But, as if Rodimus was almost reading his kind, there was a soft touch on his shoulder, and he glanced down to a freckled hand giving him a supporting pat. Rodimus smiled, “Wing won’t care that much, Drift.”

“I hope no-“

The arguing from the office suddenly increased, before the doorknob twisted and a pair of red converse shoes were halfway out of the doorframe.

Prowl’s voice followed, sounding unusually bothered. “Sideswipe, don’t be ridiculous.”

Drift didn’t interact with him too often, but Sideswipe was usually quite cheerful, and lacking the frustrated scowl that was stretched across his handsome face.

He could have almost mistook him for Sunstreaker.

“It’s not a big fucking deal.”

Prowl was following him out the room, barely even noticing the other students in the office. He scoffed, and held up a suspension slip, “You publicly humiliated Getaway-“

Sideswipe snorted, and shrugged Prowl’s hand off his arm. “A bully, you mean.

“You still-“ Prowl sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a step back from his student, who was beginning to shrink back. “I still need to speak to a parent.” He held up a hand, silencing Sideswipe before the words could even leave his mouth. “A parent Sideswipe, or I’ll be forced to call,” he trailed off, finally seeming to realise the other people who weren’t even trying to pretend they weren’t listening in.

“You can’t-“

A boney finger pointed towards the door, and Sideswipe shut his mouth, green eyes glaring as he ran a hand through his hair. It was the sort of hair Drift was jealous of. Curly and black, and it defined his unique features quite well.

He made eye contact with Drift briefly, and curled his lip in a way that Drift decided meant “mind your fucking business”, before he was out the door.

It was strange, but Drift found himself feeling suddenly guilty as he was waved over by Prowl, because at least he had a parent to get in trouble with.

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Little sneak of what I’m working on for a HS AU!

I’m happy to requests on who to write about, just send me the character and/or a situation in my inbox.

Or any suggestions on who should be teachers/parents and of what/who.

———————————————————————

Drift was sulking.

The full head down, chin propped up by his hand as he gazed out the car window. It wasn’t even raining, and he was sinking into a gloom that wasn’t suited to Rodimus’s plans.

In fact, it was a rather nice day. The kind of day where Rodimus liked to do stuff. But to Drift, the crime of ditching class was a strong one.

Rodimus drummed at the wheel of his car, cheerful despite the wind slapping at his face being a stark comparison to the aircon that was usually blasting throughout the front seat. It had broken only yesterday, which was perfect timing for the extreme heatwave that seemed to have hit Oregon.

“What are you even worried bout?” He asked after a second, eyes drifting from the road to his friend, who was still casting puppy eyes out into the receding horizon.

“Detention with Megatron?”

“Psh, they won’t even notice us gone.”

Drift finally looked up, brown eyes concerned, but not angry. Rodimus could count the times he’d seen Drift actually mad on one hand.

“They do, actually,” he said blithely, “It’s called roll call, and when we’re not there, they call home.”

Rodimus barked a laugh, and switched to steering with one hand so he could clap Drift on the shoulder. “As if my dad is going to answer the phone. I don’t even know which country he’s in right now.”

“Mine will!”

They finally rolled to stop at a red light, the road empty and the shrubs surrounding it gently rustling in the wind.

It was a great day.

Rodimus leveled his friend with a dry look, and gestured to their environment, “Look around you! We can do anything right now. Wing won’t care if he gets a call from the school. That guy is Jesus, I swear. Doesn’t got an angry or bad bone in his body.”

Drift bit at his fingernails, not looking convinced, and brushed a strand of white hair from his face. His roots were starting to come back in, but Rodimus liked the look.

“I don’t want to take advantage of his kindness.”

The light finally switched the green, jerking both of them forward as Rodimus floored the accelerator.

“Watch it!”

“I got it, I got it,” The teenager dismissed, brown eyes flickering to the rear view mirror briefly to check if anyone was behind them. The road was empty, like all the roads were when they went even slightly out of town.

“And anyway,'' he continued, “It’s not taking advantage. It’s…” Rodimus pursed his lips, mulling over the right words, before he settled on simply telling it as it was. Or at least, as he thought it was. “It’s living life to the fullest. Car Depot or whatever.”

Drift managed a small huff of laughter, and shot his friend an amused look, “You mean carpe diem?”

“Yeah! Like in that one movie with the poets. They all had a great time.”

“Have you actually seen Dead Poets Society, Roddy?”

Rodimus shrugged, “Nope. It’s not a classic. I’m more of a “Back to the Future” kind of guy.”

Drift eyed him for a second, and jabbed a finger at the red, unzipped vest that he was wearing over a denim jacket, as well as the cap that was sitting lazily over his mess of fiery red hair. “Is that why you dress like the main guy?”

“What? This is my style.”

“Sure.”

The car turned into a smaller dirt road as Rodimus snorted, “Say’s the hippie.” The car braked abruptly ( in true Rodimus fashion) and he turned to face Drift fully.

“See, isn’t this way better than math?”

Math was probably Rodimus’s worst subject, even if it was mostly because he spent the entire lesson talking to Drift, or throwing bits of rubber at their teachers back.

Drift hummed his agreement, and lifted his feet up to the dash as Rodimus inched his car towards an incline that was blocked off by a very small, and rotting, fence.

“What are we doing here, Roddy?”

It was peaceful, and the view beautiful, but with the amount of people that had been going missing, Drift wasn’t exactly inclined to stay too far away from town for too long.

“You’ll see.”

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Little sneak of what I’m working on for a HS AU!

I’m happy to requests on who to write about, just send me the character and/or a situation in my inbox.

Or any suggestions on who should be teachers/parents and of what/who.

———————————————————————

Drift was sulking.

The full head down, chin propped up by his hand as he gazed out the car window. It wasn’t even raining, and he was sinking into a gloom that wasn’t suited to Rodimus’s plans.

In fact, it was a rather nice day. The kind of day where Rodimus liked to do stuff. But to Drift, the crime of ditching class was a strong one.

Rodimus drummed at the wheel of his car, cheerful despite the wind slapping at his face being a stark comparison to the aircon that was usually blasting throughout the front seat. It had broken only yesterday, which was perfect timing for the extreme heatwave that seemed to have hit Oregon.

“What are you even worried bout?” He asked after a second, eyes drifting from the road to his friend, who was still casting puppy eyes out into the receding horizon.

“Detention with Megatron?”

“Psh, they won’t even notice us gone.”

Drift finally looked up, brown eyes concerned, but not angry. Rodimus could count the times he’d seen Drift actually mad on one hand.

“They do, actually,” he said blithely, “It’s called roll call, and when we’re not there, they call home.”

Rodimus barked a laugh, and switched to steering with one hand so he could clap Drift on the shoulder. “As if my dad is going to answer the phone. I don’t even know which country he’s in right now.”

“Mine will!”

They finally rolled to stop at a red light, the road empty and the shrubs surrounding it gently rustling in the wind.

It was a great day.

Rodimus leveled his friend with a dry look, and gestured to their environment, “Look around you! We can do anything right now. Wing won’t care if he gets a call from the school. That guy is Jesus, I swear. Doesn’t got an angry or bad bone in his body.”

Drift bit at his fingernails, not looking convinced, and brushed a strand of white hair from his face. His roots were starting to come back in, but Rodimus liked the look.

“I don’t want to take advantage of his kindness.”

The light finally switched the green, jerking both of them forward as Rodimus floored the accelerator.

“Watch it!”

“I got it, I got it,” The teenager dismissed, brown eyes flickering to the rear view mirror briefly to check if anyone was behind them. The road was empty, like all the roads were when they went even slightly out of town.

“And anyway,'' he continued, “It’s not taking advantage. It’s…” Rodimus pursed his lips, mulling over the right words, before he settled on simply telling it as it was. Or at least, as he thought it was. “It’s living life to the fullest. Car Depot or whatever.”

Drift managed a small huff of laughter, and shot his friend an amused look, “You mean carpe diem?”

“Yeah! Like in that one movie with the poets. They all had a great time.”

“Have you actually seen Dead Poets Society, Roddy?”

Rodimus shrugged, “Nope. It’s not a classic. I’m more of a “Back to the Future” kind of guy.”

Drift eyed him for a second, and jabbed a finger at the red, unzipped vest that he was wearing over a denim jacket, as well as the cap that was sitting lazily over his mess of fiery red hair. “Is that why you dress like the main guy?”

“What? This is my style.”

“Sure.”

The car turned into a smaller dirt road as Rodimus snorted, “Say’s the hippie.” The car braked abruptly ( in true Rodimus fashion) and he turned to face Drift fully.

“See, isn’t this way better than math?”

Math was probably Rodimus’s worst subject, even if it was mostly because he spent the entire lesson talking to Drift, or throwing bits of rubber at their teachers back.

Drift hummed his agreement, and lifted his feet up to the dash as Rodimus inched his car towards an incline that was blocked off by a very small, and rotting, fence.

“What are we doing here, Roddy?”

It was peaceful, and the view beautiful, but with the amount of people that had been going missing, Drift wasn’t exactly inclined to stay too far away from town for too long.

“You’ll see.”

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Send in some requests if you want, I’m gonna write stuff soon 👌

I’m thinking of writing a high school AU. I’ll take requests from people to write about characters in high school, or people can request head canons about certain characters. Big fun, I reckon.

I think big question is who would be students and who would be teachers, or parents maybe

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I’m thinking of writing a high school AU. I’ll take requests from people to write about characters in high school, or people can request head canons about certain characters. Big fun, I reckon.

I think big question is who would be students and who would be teachers, or parents maybe

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HC: Decepticon’s don’t like fighting Sideswipe and Sunstreaker because A) they’re good fighters, and B) their scanners don’t recognise their half sparks as individuals, so the amount of times they expect one Autobot and get two has just kicked their asses

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Goodbye Sideswipe. Until I see you again. After all… It’s nice having someone watch over you.

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💞💖💕 HE’S BACK!!! 💞💖💕

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Day 2: Mindless