☡┬

vosnianprincess:

bitterskyfire:

As soon as Skyfire realized he was distracting Starscream, he immediately backed off from the bond, letting his mate know he was still there without demanding his attention. This would be a difficult enough battle without his intereference.

And while the two were caught up in fighting, the shuttle began working at his bonds. Just because he’d been tied up didn’t mean he had to remain helpless. Except, perhaps, this time. Whatever the Herald had used to tie him up with, it was stronger than it appeared.

Oh. Starscream’s sword. That might work.

Shuttles were not stealthy. They were not graceful. And this Skyfire didn’t feel an ounce of shame about his undignified roll to get closer to the sword, something that was interrupted by the Herald’s…. ‘interesting’ tactics. Well then.

The Herald chuckled as he watched Skyfire’s cute, rather clang-y Mission Impossible role. Bulk or no, it was adorable to see. Star on the other hand was too busy swinging his legs to try and kick his alternate off and prize his lips off of his. Obligingly, the alternate released him from the kiss, “Ohhh, relax. I was just trying to make nice~”

"YOU CAN MAKE NICE BY LETTING SKYFIRE AND I LEAVE ALREADY, DUDE!" 

"Ugghhh..but it’s ruined now. You didn’t rescue him properly…" The alternate grumbled, "He deserves better than you can give him, you know."

"How would you know anything about that?" He asked, "Sure, I’ve made plenty of mistakes, and bad things have happened because I made the wrong decisions. But Skyfire loves me. He loves me enough to have bonded with me. Don’t you remember how that felt?"

"No," He whispered bitterly, "Nothing. And I never will remember." He released the other seeker, letting him drop to the floor, "And it’s misery. Remembering the fact and not the feeling. So if you ask me…" He abandoned Starscream to cross over to Skyfire, undoing his bindings. "I suggest you practice more. What you have is not something to take the risk of not being strong enough to protect."

He smiled at the shuttle, “Maybe next time the rescue will be a little more romantic~?” He opened a dark portal, “That will take you back to your current dwelling. See you again soon, beautiful.”

Skyfire, somewhat irritated at himself and his failed attempt to escape, placidly allowed the Herald to untie him. The comment got a raised optical ridge. “Perhaps if we skip the bondage?” His expression softened. “If you can… look for my alternate.”

Nodding his thanks, he crossed the room to Starscream, picking up the sword on his way. A hand drifted over one of Starscream’s shoulders, and he pulsed love over the bond.

Let’s go home.

»
(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧DRAGONS✧゜・:*

(Source: shiftyshrike)

1 hour ago • 74 notes • Reblog

»
((offline))

vosnianprincess:

bitterskyfire:

Skyfire pulsed reassurance over the bond, trying to soothe his mate. It was okay. He was here, and he was unharmed, if a bit humiliated.

The kiss from the Herald was met with a raised optic ridge, though he didn’t pull away from it or the sudden shot. Not that he thought Starscream would hit him, but it would be better not to move and risk it.

His frown increased a little at the Herald’s taunting, and he reached through the bond to Starscream, enveloping him in love. The Herald’s words might be technically true, but there was more to the seeker than that.

"I never said he would cry."

It was hard for Starscream to divide his attention between his opponent and the affection Skyfire was pouring over the bond. Of course, he wanted nothing more than to rush to his mate’s side and get them both out of here. It didn’t look like that was happening anytime soon, not with the way the Harold was pushing him back towards the wall. 

Starscream grunted and shoved back, crashing his sword repeatedly against his alternate’s, swinging out with his knees and elbows. The Harold cackled, easily matching Star’s blows, dancing effortlessly between attacks, slashing with graceful precision. “You can do better than that~. You had better do better than that. I can’t leave darling Skyfire with someone weak and careless. Maybe I should keep him until you’ve practiced enough to perform a real heroic rescue~.”

Growing more and more frustrated, Star pushed himself harder into his slashes, forcing the Harold back and away. Only momentarily, unfortunately. The Harold laughed, parrying the Princess’s stabs, “La la la la~! La la lala la laaa~! Lalala la laaala~!” He drew close, twisting Star’s nose before twining his blade with Starscream’s and jerking it upwards; wrenching it out of his servo and sending it clattering along the floor towards Skyfire. 

Both his weapons lost, Starscream was quickly sent backing away, dodging slashes. The Harold found this outrageously funny and chased Star back, making loud whooping, shrieking sounds. Star, backed into a wall, was hoisted up by his neck; pined by the Harold’s elbow digging painfully into his throat cables. He grunted and squirmed, servos coming around to claw angrily at the other’s shoulders. 

"Haha~! Dashing young fool! Your damsel is mine! Mine forever!" He laughed, jostling the other, "Now, now you say something heroic back to me…"

Star only choked and sputtered, claws digging into the arm pining him. 

"Oh…well you wouldn’t have had anything clever to say anyway~. You’re the one fighting from hatred here, after all.." He leaned closer, pressing his cheek against the Princess’s, "And hatred is like mud…It pulls you in deeper and deeper the more you struggle to get it under control." His expression turned dark, optics dimming, "I’ve already endured such humiliation…And even I could never climb out of it."

He smirked nastily, pulling Star in for a deep kiss. 

As soon as Skyfire realized he was distracting Starscream, he immediately backed off from the bond, letting his mate know he was still there without demanding his attention. This would be a difficult enough battle without his intereference.

And while the two were caught up in fighting, the shuttle began working at his bonds. Just because he’d been tied up didn’t mean he had to remain helpless. Except, perhaps, this time. Whatever the Herald had used to tie him up with, it was stronger than it appeared.

Oh. Starscream’s sword. That might work.

Shuttles were not stealthy. They were not graceful. And this Skyfire didn’t feel an ounce of shame about his undignified roll to get closer to the sword, something that was interrupted by the Herald’s…. ‘interesting’ tactics. Well then.

»
Flight Rising Registration!

the-lord-of-light:

[For those of my friends that will be joining Flight Rising today, don’t forget to referral!

IrishGypsyLoon is me!

And feel free to ask if you want to claim an Unnamed dragon to get a head start with a rarer breed with genes~!]

swindleofficial:

I don’t understand this cliche with Ratchet throwing around his medical tools. Why would he do that? He never does it in canon; in fact, he takes very good care of his tools. Why would he risk breaking them when they’re in the middle of a war and it would be difficult to get a hold of new ones?

It doesn’t even make sense from a personality perspective. In G1, he’s pretty mild natured, so it’s completely out of character for him to be so quick tempered. Prime Ratchet always complains when people break his stuff. And IDW Ratchet is ornery, but I think his medic code goes a little too deep for him to want to harm a patient (he’ll snipe at them, but I don’t think he’d ever harm them).

I don’t understand where this comes from, please explain it to me.

((YES))

((THANK YOU))

bluedogeyes:

India teen tells US how to save $400 million by changing font (via The Hindu)

A 14-year-old Indian-origin boy has come up with a unique plan that could help the U.S. save nearly $400 million a year by merely changing the font used on official documents.

Suvir Mirchandani, a student in a Pittsburgh-area middle school, claimed that if the federal government used the Garamond font exclusively it could save about $136 million per year, nearly 30 per cent less than the estimated $467 dollars it spends annually on ink.

An additional $234 million could be saved annually if state governments also implemented the change.

Mirchandani said the idea came to him when he was trying to think of ways to cut waste and save money as part of a science fair project at his school, CNN reported.

The youngster noticed that he was getting a lot more handouts than he did in elementary school and decided to figure out if he could minimize use of paper and ink.

While recycling paper was one way to save money and conserve resources, Mirchandani said little attention had been paid to the ink used on the papers.

“Ink is two times more expensive than French perfume by volume,” he said, adding that he then decided to focus his project on finding ways to cut down the cost of ink.

As part of his experiment, he collected random samples of teachers’ handouts and focused on the most commonly used characters such as e, t, a, o and r.

He noted how often each character was used in different fonts like Garamond, Times New Roman, Century Gothic and Comic Sans and then measured how much ink was used for each letter, using an ink coverage software.

From his analysis, Mirchandani figured out that by using the Garamond font with its thinner strokes, his school district could reduce its ink consumption by 24 per cent and in turn save as much as $21,000 annually.

image

He repeated his tests on five sample pages from documents on the Government Printing Office website and got similar results that changing the font would save money.

Mirchandani’s findings have been published in the Journal for Emerging Investigators (JEI), a publication founded by a group of Harvard students in 2011 that provides a platform for the work of middle school and high school students.

One of the journal’s founders Sarah Fankhauser said that of the nearly 200 submissions they have received since 2011, Mirchandani’s project stood out.

“We were so impressed. We really could really see the real-world application in Suvir’s paper,” Fankhauser was quoted as saying…”


http://www.cracked.com/quick-fixes/4-b.s.-news-stories-that-fooled-your-facebook-friends/

»;  It’s fake.

::Jetstorm? Jetfire? How are you?::
bitterskyfire

onemind-twobodies:

«Meh.»

»Meh.«

»«Meh.»«

::…I’ll take it you’re feelin ‘meh’ then. Is Optimus providing adequate protection?::


[ x ]

[ x ]

(Source: curiousshuttle)

vosnianprincess:

"A Palace…" He answered vaguely, not giving any indication of ownership. 

Starscream pulsed back quickly over the bond; love, worry, panic, adoration…a slew of feelings, all of them intense and impassioned. He spared only the briefest of smiles towards his mate before returning his attention to his alternate. There was confusion plain as day on his face. Uncertainty as to who this seeker was. What his motive was. Why he had Skyfire. 

The Harold only smiled back, dentas bright and gnashing, “So grown up…So gorgeous…Don’t you just look elegant? Your optics look different…”

"New spark," He ground out, cocking his rifle, "Give him back. Now."

"Really? No spark," He remarked for himself, tossing his helm flippantly, "And I don’t know…We’ve been having a good time catching up, haven’t we, Sky?" He leaned closer to press an affectionate kiss to the corner of Skyfire’s mouth. 

Star hissed angrily, firing a warning shot past his audial. “GET BACK, PSYCHO! I am not playing this game.”

His alternate cackled, “Why not? We’re always playing games, one way or another…Without our games, we’d go crazy, wouldn’t we?” He hummed, “Or I guess I should say you…I already caught that ship. Maybe you should catch your own? We wear insanity very well, you know…It wouldn’t be so hard…” 

Star’s digits trembled lightly on the trigger, some shaking in his optics cued the darker one to move slowly forward. “How is it that you made it out of that with your processor intact? Well, intact is a relative term. We both know how much we think about it…How much better it would be if we blew our processors out. If we jumped off the top of the tower and let ourselves hit the ground.”

"Stop…" He growled, servo shaking with the rifle. 

"What? It’s not as though you haven’t tried already. Those chemicals almost worked. Too bad we never were very good at chemistry…"

"I don’t want to hear anymore—"

"Don’t you? It can’t be far from your mind. You mean you can’t remember the look on his face? That laugh. How he twisted you and laughed at you and spat on you—"

"SHUT UP!" He fired, the alternate quickly sidestepping the blast and grabbing Star’s arm, twisting him around and throwing him down. Star dropped the rifle, ducking into a roll as he hit the ground and unsheathing his sword. The Harold’s own blade met his with a sharp clang. 

"Ohhh~ So you did get kinda good…" The alternate chuckled, "Skyfire had me worried. I thought you’d go down crying in the first go."

Skyfire pulsed reassurance over the bond, trying to soothe his mate. It was okay. He was here, and he was unharmed, if a bit humiliated.

The kiss from the Herald was met with a raised optic ridge, though he didn’t pull away from it or the sudden shot. Not that he thought Starscream would hit him, but it would be better not to move and risk it.

His frown increased a little at the Herald’s taunting, and he reached through the bond to Starscream, enveloping him in love. The Herald’s words might be technically true, but there was more to the seeker than that.

"I never said he would cry."