decepticonsensual:

So two things:

1)  BLESS Priscilla Tramontano’s art, I mean GODDAMN.

2)  What I love about this most apart from how gorgeous Jazz looks is that he breaks out of those chains with no effort about a page later, which means that a) he’s totally down with being tied up, just saying and b) Spike Witwicky, the guy who made a huge deal back in the Ongoing about how he’d learned to kill a Cybertronian with! common! household! items!, actually has no idea how to hurt or even restrain a Cybertronian who doesn’t want to be restrained.  I enjoy the fact that Optimus Prime is like 30% by volume just everyone pointing out what a moron Spike is.

#i love how innocent he looks as well #like the vague little expression and the relaxed limbs #‘who me? the spymaster? known associate of autobot specops? able to wriggle out of these skinny little chains? perish the thought’   [via @thepraxianweasleygeek]

100% THIS. 🙂

His expression is absolutely a flat, “Oh no, you got me, whatever will I do,” and it’s the most Jazz thing imaginable.  I love that.

scifimagpie:

vital-information:

To those who have swept or have blown the leaves from the walk, have rinsed the dishes or dusted their screens, Hestia looks on you from beneath her veil. She smiles, then wraps a shawl made of sunlit October air around you.

To those who remain in bed, who are on the edge of crying, who have turned on the tv to drown out the world, Hestia sits on the edge of your bed, patting circles on your back. I know, my love, she says, I know, I know. It can be so hard. My sweet, it’s time to get up. I need you, she says. Let’s make this home a sanctuary. Light a candle. Make your hands to care about this place. Let out the work of love.

I was just here to check out pagan prayers and now I’m tearing up 

So two things:

1)  BLESS Priscilla Tramontano’s art, I mean GODDAMN.

2)  What I love about this most apart from how gorgeous Jazz looks is that he breaks out of those chains with no effort about a page later, which means that a) he’s totally down with being tied up, just saying and b) Spike Witwicky, the guy who made a huge deal back in the Ongoing about how he’d learned to kill a Cybertronian with! common! household! items!, actually has no idea how to hurt or even restrain a Cybertronian who doesn’t want to be restrained.  I enjoy the fact that Optimus Prime is like 30% by volume just everyone pointing out what a moron Spike is.

cybertronian-menace:

More headcannons nobody asked for: Ringle Dangle edition

  • Rung is the Grandma™ friend
  • Gets drunk on one sip of engex
  • He decked Froid in the face once
  • Both are in a silent agreement never to bring it up
  • He and Ten get together on the weekends to knit while Rung tells Ten the stories behind each of his model ships
  • He can smell sadness from a mile away and will home in on the sad bot arms wide open
  • Has a secret meme addiction
  • Dabbed once for Rodimus, nobody believes Rodimus
  • Likes sitting in the background at parties and watching his friends have fun
  • Has pictures of all his friends strewn all over his habsuite walls

copperbadge:

actuallylotor:

my favorite kind of fanfics are “canon divergence” because it’s always like handing back a reviewed essay with comments like “I enjoyed the strong beginning but here is where you lost me, I’ve made some notes”

Speaking as the author of several, this combination of helpful, academic, and petty is exactly my motivation. 

things my boyfriend has done

4theluvofall:

randomslasher:

twentyonelizards:

– urgently marched into A&E and said ‘we’re having knee pain!!’ to the confused receptionist. i had to explain that it was only my knee and that he was just worried

– when asked to tag me in a meme of ‘what water are you?’, said ‘you are the ocean: home to all friends’

– loved ‘filthy gorgeous’ and, rather than learning the words, learned ‘all three parts in the song where they ring a triangle’

– after we had an argument about him not ‘getting’ my ADHD, i caught him halfway through a three hour playlist of lectures on ADHD, with a pen in hand, taking notes

– he suffered a TBI last summer and he did not like the orienting questions they ask (’what year is it? what day is it?’ etc). when asked ‘do you know where you are?’, he cracked one eye open and angrily said ‘in bed!’

– he played knack 2 and hated it. when i asked why he was still playing it, he said ‘so i never have to play it again’. he got every achievement and as soon as he got the last one he stood up, ejected the disc and returned it to the store

– lately he’s given up on making lunch so he just drinks huel which is a meal replacement shake, except huel is kind of boring so he sometimes puts nesquick strawberry powder in there

– my favourite drink is pepsi max. when asked about his dreams for the future, they often involve ‘being rich enough to find a way to pump pepsi max directly into our house’

– one time in our first year of dating i hadn’t seen him in weeks, whereas we normally saw each other all day every day, so i was gonna go stay with him for a couple days. he had a temporary job (i’m talking 2 weeks total) at the time and i was bummed that i was gonna be alone at his for a bit, but w/e. he was texting me like ‘work is going okay, in the line for the canteen right now’ while i got on the bus. i found the key where he said it was, i found a note on the table like ‘hi love! the wifi code is [password], I’ll be back at 5!’, and then I went into the lounge and he was there. he was lying on a fold-out bed with Marvin Gaye playing. the TV was on a powerpoint slide that said ‘Welcome, Jess. I quit my job.’ he was entirely naked except for a cushion with the letter ‘D’ over his crotch. im 95% sure there were candles

– we play the game Rimworld, where you micromanage a colony of people on an alien planet. he uses it entirely to simulate a peaceful colony, mostly of women, who have a large number of animals they care for and train. one time he got this random event where all the women in the colony got a psychic mood boost and he was like ‘honestly that’s my life goal’

– when he was in hospital and his cognitive functions were slowly coming back, he looked up from twitter with horror and said ‘jess… is the american president a racist?’

– we were playing Articulate, which is a game where you have to describe a word without saying the word itself. His partner said ‘when you’re beginning sex, you are…’. he, without a second of hesitation, yelled ‘FOREPLAY’. the answer was actually ‘initiating’, but my ego grew like fourteen times

– one time he asked me what guacamole was, and i told him, and he said ‘if it’s made up of things that already have names why does it have a different name?’ i have not let him live this down yet

– i used to have an eating disorder, and whilst i’m good 99.9% of the time now i occasionally do have wobbles. one time i’d eaten some mini-donuts and i told him ‘i kind of want to check the calories on those…’, so he immediately pulled the label off and ate it

– i lost him for like twenty minutes at a uni event, and when i found him he presented me with a pepsi max badge and said ‘i rode this mechanical bull to try and win you a year’s supply but i fell off pretty quickly. sorry.’

– we won the ‘best couple’ award in our year at uni, but neither of us were there to collect it because i was ill and he left halfway through to come home and take care of me

– one time he wasn’t paying attention while making lunch and he cracked an egg directly into the bin. the look of confusion on his face was priceless.

– on the rare occasions when i wake up before him, when i kiss him/ touch him he makes these little like… activation sounds? you know like when you touch a cat? it’s like those

This is the cutest thing I have read with my own eyes

This makes me unbelievably happy