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Sigh... If you know you know. 😒

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This is not at all a Transformers blog but rising from the dead to spread the word about this movie. Folks, if you want to see a good movie, WATCH IT. (❤️) Please, please see it, it's such a good movie for anyone who is new to Transformers, has never seen it, or is deep into the lore it's very good.

Friendly reminder that

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If we want more projects like TF One, more animated movies, more stories that take themselves seriously, GO WATCH THE FILM

IT IS A FANTASTIC FILM, AN AMAZING PIECE OF CINEMA AND ANIMATION EVEN OUTSIDE OF TRANSFORMERS.

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With You Nearby.

Summary: Spending a nice evening by the fire with Joshua, and things get a little out of hand.

CW: Really none, readers gender/identity is not specified. No NSFW, but alluded to.

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The stars in the sky reminded you of the path you were on. The glimmering light that freckled the dark blanket of the vast expanse beyond made you feel less alone on these colder nights. The Mojave rarely got cold, but the odd times you'd hit a dead zone in radiation the temperature would drop.

You were glad for your cloak and armor, it weighed you down and added some warmth to your body.

Of course you'd not come alone, as was evident by the shuffling on the rock across from you. But oftentimes the warmth of another couldn't stop you from feeling singled out by the horrors of the world that persist to taunt you. They exist for no other reason than to cause you pain.

"Falling asleep on me?" The near baritone voice of your favorite Mormon survivalist. His tone was scratchy, the lack of water from Zion left him quieter than usual, as he had less strength to cast his voice.

You tilted your head, catching him in your view as you lay on the cool rock ground, a hint of a smile gracing your lips.

"Thinking."

He hummed in response, gripping two stones between his hands and striking them together. The crashing rocks sending sparks toward a small pile of sticks and grass that you'd accumulated over the course of your journey.

He exhaled shortly when the sparks caught on some dried patches of grass, little flickers of warmth rising up from the heart and catching on.

"We'll be warm tonight." He said as he sat, his eyes looking across the fire at you. In the darkness you couldn't see his eye color, on the flames that rose and danced within the snare of his intense gaze.

Although you still liked to think of the sea blue gaze that you'd catch along the dusty roads back to a place you'd dared to call home.

Joshua was alright to follow you, he didn't protest when you brought him from Zion, and when you saw to it that his people made a sayve journey back to their refuge. Then he decided he'd follow, wherever you led he would not hesitate. Not like he used to. He was no coward.

"Get closer." Joshua broke the silence again when he noticed your shivers in the warm glow the fire cast over the pale light.

You couldn't help thinking if he meant for you to get closer to the fire or him. In any sense, he meant the fire.

You shuffled a bit closer, bringing your feet toward the lapping flames and they selflessly warmed your flesh.

"It should only be a little longer, then we can get off our feet and rest in proper beds." You said to Joshua, your hands locking around your knees in a curled position.

"As long as we make pace." Joshua relaxed with the fire going, taking out his bible from the rucksack he'd come to carry for you. Despite it having gone through a lot, it held on, allowing Joshua to hold the leather in his hands once more.

He was peaceful when he read, the atmosphere was not too tough, but not too loose. You were content with him.

The sounds of critters rummaging in the night had you shifting, crawling to the right of Joshua, the other side of the rucksack. His gaze flicked from his book to you as you drew closer. He didn't say anything, but opened an arm invitingly so that you may come closer.

"What are you reading?" You asked him softly. You didn't always care, and yet you knew he enjoyed sharing from time to time.

"Job 1:20 forward." He replied simply, feeling you press into his side, your body seeking out his warmth. Joshua wrapped his arm around your shoulder, keeping his hand curled loosely so it did not touch you.

"Would you like me to read it to you?" He asked softly, tilting his head a bit and showing you the passage.

You shuffled and brought your hand to his chest. "Mm, no thanks, I'd rather just watch you." You teased, your finger lightly guiding his head toward you.

"Oh, would you? Don't want a late night bible story?" He asked back as your fingers came up to his jaw, running the pad of your thumb over the warm bandages.

"You could... Say some other things to me, but I don't know if the bible is the right thing." You teased and stroked his chin, and he discarded the book gently down onto the Mojave dune. His arms wrapped around you, dipping you down against the ground and leaning against your ear.

"You know how I'd love to do that..." He pressed his mouth right beside your ear, situating himself between your hips.

You situated yourself and pulled your duster off, teasing your fingers under his vest, against his bandages. "Who else is gonna sleep with you out here? I'm sure the big man upstairs wouldn't mind." You teased, feeling his hands drag you a smidge closer to his hips.

Joshua bristled with a sense of excitement, and he willed himself to believe you were right. He kissed your cheek, then your mouth, and brought your hips into his lap to undo your belt.

"Let's hope you're right..."

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The Sole Survivor is quick to discover that when they try to do anything around Nick and Hancock in the same room they will be ignored.

Want to kill some Raiders? Take down a synth crime syndicate? That's great, but Hancock is trying to get the giant hunky man robot on his tail and Nick is trying to be professional while smitten with the cute rotting lad.

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Joshua: You know what? I like you. I like the whole "you do your thing and I do mine" kinda relationship we have.

Six: I can tell you with 99% certainty that no one else on the planet earth feels that way.

Daniel: I could be that 1%.

Graham: Do not give me hope.

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Danse: If there's one thing I've learned, it's that no matter what kind of plan you make, it's bound to change. Besides, I do my best work after the plan falls apart.

Nick: I hate that I relate to that so much.

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Joshua Graham and Caesar, standing in the middle of the wasteland, surrounded by the remnants of the betrayal, the war, themselves.

"Why do you always have to be so difficult?" Caesar said, running his hands over his head.

"Because you're always so damn difficult yourself," Joshua shot back.

The two of them stood in silence for a few minutes, staring at each other with equal amounts of anger and desperation.

"I miss you," Caesar finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

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Joshua and Caesar, toxic exes that hate each other but can't let go. Caesar doesn't want to allow Joshua back into the Legion but is perfectly fine putting him in a cage to admire his pretty ex-husband. Daniel who wants to be with Joshua but soon sees that the loving look Joshua gives him is dwarfed by what Caesar gets. And Caesar is pissed Joshua has an unofficial new husband.

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but the "job" is to survive the wasteland

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I’m watching the show for the plot.

The plot:

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Caesar: You disgust me. I'll make my own Empire! With blackjack! And hookers! In fact, screw the blackjack!

Joshua: Why are you like this?

Caesar: I just hate your guts.

Joshua: I hate that I love you.

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Joshua: Why did you get us kicked out of the last bar?

Caesar: You were the one that picked a fight with everyone in the place.

Joshua: You cheated at poker.

Caesar: And you threw your drink at the dealer.

Joshua: Only because he gave you the winning card.

Caesar: And you started a fight with him and everyone else that stood with him.

Joshua: And you helped.

Caesar: I only helped so you wouldn't get yourself killed.

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Announcement to those who do not like Maximus because they think his actor was awkward and didn't do well. Congratulations on not being able to read a character and or having little to no media literacy. The idea that Maximus' character is awkward isn't because of "bad acting" it's because he is supposed to be the awkward strong character who doesn't know about shit.

Maximus was played very well by his character, and in the first season his character growth is focused on second to Lucy, and near the end we focus a lot on the Ghoul because he is the more complicated character so it makes sense to start breaking him down in the first season more.

It gives strength to our three main characters and how they balance out the unravelling between the characters is based on how they see fit to bring out the amount of information needed or wanted.

It doesn't mean that Maximus is bland or was not promising, it's because he is supposed to be a character you don't know everything about.

It's honestly laughable seeing people getting upset and not liking a character purely because everything about that character, their actions, and their thoughts weren't laid on the table with giant neon signs pointing to them. You don't need to have your hand held and walked through every aspect of a media or its characters to like or understand.

If you genuinely can't understand or enjoy a media because of that, you lack media literacy or the ability to draw conclusions/enjoyment/thoughts from missing information.

This is another reason why New Vegas fans are getting upset. There is nothing to get upset about, and for some reason, they cannot understand that. Official directors from both the studio and Bethesda have denied any strength to the concerns of beloved NV fans, and they're still mad.

And last but definitely important: Just because you don't like a character doesn't make them a bad character. If they're a bad person, you're supposed to be uncomfortable and dislike them and their actions, but simply disliking a character's actions or speech doesn't mean they're a bad character.

So to the Fallout fans that lack literacy to the show, or are confused and sad there were no neon signs with info cards that showed up mid show to help you understand why a character did or said something, I hope you get better.

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Well, now you see, it's canon 😌

walked in on something here

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Not solid, but I pose an idea of ex-lovers (who are toxic) Joshua and Caesar end up meeting again and shit happens. This is ramble with some scene, but it's getting a feel for if this is a demanded market. (Hehe, I'm in business bitches)

After Six gets the Sorrows out of Canaan, Joshua has to face the very real possibility of facing Caesar again. Or at the least, his men. Now, Joshua was no stranger to legionaries wandering too far from home even in New Canaan, but they were normally taken out quickly. He didn't like looking down upon a reflection of his old life.

It was like looking at a mirage in the distance but up close it wasn't real. It was a bite of his past that had sewn whispers into his ears and tugged at each little path in his mind.

Daniel would watch him get like that. Joshua wasn't someone to get antsy, although impatient and at times acted rash, he was grounded more over not.

But when they leave the walls of New Canaan, the man that Joshua turned into when fleeing to that safe place is branded to the world he ran from.

He leads the Sorrows and Dead Horses with David. He has no protection from the scorching sun except the bandages that tightly fasten his wounds. They both watch on to the shadow of Six whose image feels like just another Mirage to Joshua.

It doesn't feel good to be back. Daniel can't deny that either. He had wanted to lie and keep them safe, and now Joshua is facing the thoughts just as rash as his actions.

The next few months are filled with whispers and rumor of the Legion. They may have escaped the White Legs, but now they're just off the cusp of the war between the NCR and a force Joshua regrets ever calling home.

Daniel takes care of morale, he always has. But now Joshua is even more wrapped up in his thoughts to do much else than sit around.

What he had, or, what he didn't have, with Caesar is constantly on his mind. But really, he had no reason to fear. He had his men, he had Daniel, Six, and highest of all, his Savior.

The further they get through New Cali the thoughts in his mind shift from fearing Caesar to envying him. It's a twist that he has to pull himself out of in order to resist an old life he now has no wall (more or less physical) to keep him focused on the now.

That's when the bombs drop. It forces them back down a road they'd already walked, and regresses a huge chunk of their progress.

They're NCR. Caesars Legion moves the direction they do, driven by the bombing to cross the same path almost comically.

Joshua's last guards of anonymity are his wounds and the reliance of new legionaries knowing him only as a legend. But you never want to be faced with a part of your past that you hate. Joshua knows even with all the Sorrows and Dead Horses, the Legion could easily throw them in if they deemed them to be enough of a threat.

And the Legion would be stupid not to take in the group of wanderers looking like Cazadors out of the Mojave sand.

The Legion takes in their newfound "guests" and the drop in Joshua's stomach has him praying for the mercy of God when they're dragged back to that camp. Daniel faced a cell across from him, watching Joshua fidget. The first time he's seen Joshua so... Nervous.

"Which one of you lot is in charge of this little... Party??" One of the legionnaires steps forward to assert himself. Daniel goes to stand but Joshua reaches over to grab his belt loop.

"You're looking at him." Joshua spoke without hindrance.

The legionary stepped forward across the dusted crop of space and pushed open the cell with a loud scrape. It stung his ears as he listened but when prompted by the legionary, he followed.

"Joshua-" Daniel faintly whispered but Joshua shushed him with a motion of his hand. The legionary grabbed his arm tightly, sinking his palm around the wounds that comprised his flesh. "You have a duty to report to the Legion of any coming and going activity."

"The Legion doesn't own the world, far from it." Joshua said, being careful of his tongue.

"You're in Legion territory, friendo. And around here? Everyone is under Caesar."

The name makes him grit his teeth. He watches each step they take across the hot long. Across the rocky steps and winding paths through guards and gates. Far from his friends, and closer to something familiar.

Two guards stood at the gate as they entered past the strong wooden defense, their eyes lingering on Joshua's complexion as they walked.

The legionary motioned to some others who came over quickly. One of the men reached for Joshua's back pocket, squeezing and grabbing the gun hidden below his belt.

"Safety's on in Legion Camp. I know you understand."

Joshua huffed, but refused to say anything.

The legionary continued to take him up on campus. Past the large tents and training posts for recruits. Mongrels wandered by their master's heels, their jaws lined with thick saliva as they growled at Joshua.

He hated those things. Skin and bones but pack a mean bite, teeth able to sink in and rip you apart. And if they didn't do that, they left you unable to get away, and let you die slowly.

The legionary nudged him further up the steps until they reached the large tent with two guards on either side. Joshua felt his blood go cold. Despite the sun beating down on him and the sweat starting under his gear, the old sight of a crimson tent barely covering the bloodshed that splattered across the inside walls.

Of feeling hands on his bare skin as he was rewarded for doing good service to the Legion. Praised for his linguistic skills and being told to cry in another language, just to make it fun.

"G on." The legionary pushed him, and Joshua forced his feet to move.

"Lord your God be with me even in my trial..." Joshua whispered. "He leads me to soft waters and lays me in green pastures.." He continued to whisper, and finally pushed the tent folds open.

The guards on either side gripped their spears when he entered. Joshua stood, shaded away from the sun.

Mongrels growled, but did nothing more than lick their paws of dust and grime.

He looked at the end of the tent, across from him. Sat on his throne with two guards on either side was a man he hoped he'd never have to face again. He sat back, confident with his knees apart and one hand rested in his lap, tracing his thumb over a Legion Denarius.

"Ave." The legionaries at his throne stand watch as Joshua stepped into the scorching threshold.

"We found the lot wandering into Legion territory, they're apprehensive to share their business with our checks." The legionary who brought Joshua said before stepping back.

Caesar looked at Joshua, his eyes wandered down from his blue eyes to his feet. That felt like the worst part. A piece of meat all over again, devoured in more ways than one.

"What's your name?"

Joshua held steadfast. "In your tongue it does not fit."

Caesar shifted slightly in his chair. "And where do you come from?"

"A past, where we come from is our business, and where we are going is the same." He kept his voice level despite looking deep into those eyes. Strong, masculine stature, handsome face, strong, weathered hands. He remembered those hands, used for more than just handling a spear. They took the oxygen from his lungs, quite literally.

If he were to remember all the rough nights of fighting without real hurt or yelling until their voices became numb, he'd be there quite a while.

Caesar grinned slightly, tossing the Denarius in his palm. He motioned to dismiss the legionary who brought him and extended his heel from his chair to express he wasn't uncomfortable.

"While I respect every man's privacy, I'd suggest you tell me where you're going, as of now, the NCR has been driving in more of its recruits, and I can't trust that I won't find you or your supposed men on their side."

"We have fought long enough. We have no intent of fighting any more. We have no real set destination, only a place away from the war." Joshua replied.

Caesar hummed and stood. He slowly walked over, and Joshua was reminded of where he stood against the man. Cold spears in one direction, his old flame in the other.

Caesar looked down at him, then the vest. He chuckled in amusement and brushed his thumb over the old thing. "What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't.."

Caesar nodded. He frowned and ordered the guards from the room. And in confusion they quickly filed out, closing the tent again.

Caesar's hand brushed across Joshua's throat and squeezed it. Joshua reached up and grabbed Caesar's wrist, attempting to pry him away.

"Do you think I'm a fool!?"

Joshua chokes. He tried to dig his heel into the hard ground as Caesar tore him from his place and dragged him.

"Edward-" He choked, letting his tongue slip. Caesar grinned with a twisted expression and threw Joshua back against the throne. Caesar bent over him and grabbed his spear. Joshua shifted, remaining with his back digging into the edge of the sharp chair.

"Joshua..."

His eyelids fluttered and he looked down, the way Caesar said his voice made Joshua want to cave. Lord give me strength.

His eyes drew down, unable to plant his focus firmly on either the ground or Caesar's strained pants. His heart started to pick up in pace and Caesars free hand stroked Joshua's head.

"I watched you fall..."

"Didn't see me die.. did you?" He choked.

Caesar's grin didn't leave, Joshua knew it was out of strain, no other expression was able to fully encapsulate his rage.

"And now you crawl back to me on your hands and knees, isn't that funny." Caesar tilted Joshua's head up, pushing him back against the throne, making Joshua groan.

Caesar planted his knee between Joshua's legs and watched the man struggle. Something was different about him, and yet, he was still little Joshua Graham.

Caesar reached and tore away some of the bandages, seeing Joshua's skin healing. A part of him twisting in satisfaction of the hurt he's caused, another wanting to play savior.

"What should I do with your little friends, Joshua?"

Joshua groaned. He squirmed and grabbed Caesar's wrist to try and let up on him. "Let them go."

Caesar leaned closer, their lips were inches apart, his warm breath fanned over Joshua's face, making him feel faint and the stirring in his stomach dropped below his belt.

"And what about you?"

Joshua looked up, his eyelids fluttered again faintly and his shoulders dropped. Caesar stroked his thumb along Joshua's chin, as if taunting him with a possible visit to the past.

"Do whatever you want... Just let my people go."

A tense moment passed before Caesar stood and grabbed Joshua again. Joshua's heels scraped against the rocky ground as Caesar personally dragged him out. The guards watched as Caesar walked down the steps with the man pressed to his chest, begging for proper air.

Caesar made it to one of the guards posts and ordered the door open. Throwing Joshua to the ground inside one of the cells. Joshua grimaced, blinking back the haziness in his vision.

"You've changed, Joshua." Caesar bent down, wiping some of the blood from Joshua's lip onto his thumb, and licking it off.

"But I've kept you in line for a long time, and a dog never forgets its tricks." He stood and the cell screeched closed.

The guards acknowledged Caesar as he left, and the room lit by a very dim oil lamp was sealed off. For now.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. This was just a little brain worm for a possible idea in my head of ex-lovers Joshua and Caesar who have both changed, and still hate each other a lot. The idea that back in the Mojave they'll have to cross through Legion territory at some point, and Daniel is caught up in a mix of trying not to die and not tick off his buddy's crazy ex. It would be fine tuned if it ever became a thing, haha. Should I do a poll or just let y'all tell me? Please ask me about their toxic relationship, I'm insane. Bye.

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