So um, yeah.
To all my good omens people. Go. read. this. fic. It is beautifully written, it will wrench your heart out of your chest, and it needs to be shared.
(as always, give the author some love. I will make something for this when I have recovered enough of my facilities to focus again[aka this fic has thrown me for a loop of which it will take a little while to get back from])
Just make sure you have a warm blanket and and a few good fluff fics lined up for afterwards 🧡
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23394718#bookmark-form
(P.S. for additional feels factor, listen to https://youtu.be/Uil0L-0F4no after.)
Multi-purpose that rule is, I’m telling ya-
YO CONGRATS ON THE 2ND PLACE WIN IN THE VEEIP THING BRO!!! UR PIECE IS BIG POG U DESERVE IT !!!!! -w+co
AAAAATHANKYOUFRIEND! Tbh it hasn't quite sunk in, I was just telling myself not to get my hopes up and then it popped up on the screen and I was just
Followed by
Brainstorm grabbing Perceptor by the shoulders: YOU MUST TELL ME, WHAT YEAR IS IT?! Perceptor: 20XX, why? Brainstorm-ignoring him- turns around in a half crouch fingers to temples: By Rossum’s trinity, I’ve done it!
How the first test run actually went.
inspired by the vibe of this post in general:Â https://justtryingtogamethesystem.tumblr.com/post/633922712490901504/just-want-a-transformers-show-where-the-humans
It’s that sleepless time of year againÂ
*lets head slam on desk*
 yaay.
2016 –> 2021
It has been 5 years and 6 days since I made the drawing on the left and it has been my laptop background the entire time.
Figured it was time for an update.
This is what would happen if Hightide ever had to give a presentation to a kindergarten class. You can’t convince me otherwise.
Also, bonus chaperones:
Part 1 // Part 2
The footsteps of the council thug faded to echoes as he retreated to tend to his wounds.Â
Whirl didn’t stick around to hear it.
 As soon as the bot had turned, Whirl was on his pedes punching in the code to his habsuit. Once open he rushed inside, cradling Tailgate in his arms.
Gears and springs joined the shattered furniture strewn across the floor as they were swept off the bench to make room for Tailgate’s frame. Whirl was loath to let to minibot go, but he laid him down anyway. Cyclonus was still laying prone in the hall, he was still in danger.
Back in the hall Whirl heaved Cyclonus up, claws hooked carefully under his shoulders to avoid aggravating any wounds. Cyclonus was a big mech, but Whirl was able to drag him into the hab before he barricaded the door. As it stands, Whirl was more useful to the council if he could throw around his own weight and then some.
It’s a simple question, right?
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