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the-earth-junkie:

[ damn it, skyfire. ] 

[ do not get that little asshole in more trouble. ]

[ you little shits. ]

=U his kids love you more than him

he can do what he wants

but the cockatoo will be shoo’d away into hopeful safety

Well, let me just put a stop to this shit right now. You can give me gold-plated day care and an awesome public school right on the street corner and start paying me 15% more at work, and I still do not want a baby. I don’t particularly like babies. They are loud and smelly and, above all other things, demanding. No matter how much free day care you throw at women, babies are still time-sucking monsters with their constant neediness. No matter how flexible you make my work schedule, my entire life would be overturned by a baby. I like my life how it is, with my ability to do what I want when I want without having to arrange for a babysitter. I like being able to watch True Detective right now and not wait until baby is in bed. I like sex in any room of the house I please. I don’t want a baby. I’ve heard your pro-baby arguments. Glad those work for you, but they are unconvincing to me. Nothing will make me want a baby.

And don’t float “adoption” as an answer. Adoption? Fuck you, seriously. I am not turning my body over for nine months of gaining weight and puking and being tired and suffering and not being able to sleep on my side and going to the hospital for a bout of misery and pain so that some couple I don’t know and probably don’t even like can have a baby. I don’t owe that couple a free couch to sleep on while they come to my city to check out the local orphans, so I sure as shit don’t own them my body. I like drinking alcohol and eating soft cheese. I like not having a giant growth protruding out of my stomach. I hate hospitals and like not having stretch marks. We don’t even force men to donate sperm—a largely pleasurable activity with no physical cost—so forcing women to donate babies is reprehensible.

The Real Debate Isn’t About “Life” But About What We Expect Of Women | The Raw Story (via brutereason)

"So, reading those three paragraphs above? I bet at some point you recoiled a bit, even if you don’t want to have recoiled a bit.  Don’t I sound selfishHedonistic? Isn’t there something very unfeminine about my bluntness here? Hell, I’m performing against gender norms so hard that even I recoil a little.

This is actually what I think, and I feel zero guilt about it, but I know that saying so out loud will cause people to want to hit me with the Bad Woman ruler, and that causes a little dread. Why do we feel this way?

What kind of training and socialization did we receive that made us think there’s something terribly wrong about a woman who is hurting no one and is actually pretty nice but wants what she wants in her private life and doesn’t apologize about it? Is there a reason that we should bully women into pretending that they’re more interested in being selfless and eternally nurturing than they actually are, even at great cost to themselves?”

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in-need-of-discipline:

bitterskyfire:

"What-!" Skyfire twitched, holding still as Drift skittered out of him and up onto his shoulder. The mostly-white meching would blend in, though it wouldn’t be a perfect disguise. The shuttle frowned a little as his cockpit sealed back up.

"Unsurprising. Aerials are Decepticons in this world, correct?" Well, not like the assumption hadn’t been true for his own world. The soft hum he lets out when Drift tenses is mostly unconscious. "I suppose we might as well stick with the plan."

"I am not resisting," he called out, hands lifted in a surrender gesture. "I am a civilian and a tourist. I just happened to become lost."

Drift bit back a snarl before ducking into the space between Skyfire’s pack and his helm. It was a tight fit but Drift wasn’t going to risk losing his temper and getting Skyfire in more trouble.

The lead enforcer, some sharp designed frame with a visor, stepped forward. The others kept weapons trained on the shuttle and, by default, the hidden Drift.

"You will have to pardon us for our behavior," the mech said, disgust notable in his tone. It was clear, he blamed Skyfire for simply existing and didn’t trust his word. There was no doubt they figured him Decepticon, and planned to act on that. "Lower and do not put up an resistance."

Drift chose to move to a private comm. [[Tell them they have no prove of guilt. They can’t arrest you.]]

Don’t listen to Drift. Ever.

Well that felt weird. Skyfire would tilt his helm slightly, giving Drift more room to hide. Did the Enforcers know he wasn’t alone? If not, Skyfire would look for the first opportunity to allow Drift to escape. The plan was never for both of them to be captured, after all.

::Really? That would work?:: He doubted it. Keeping his expression carefully neutral, the shuttle did as he was ordered. He even lowered his wings, doing what he could to look smaller and less of a threat. “Is there a problem, sir?”

bitterskyfire

in-need-of-discipline:

Journal Entry #3450

I made a mistake. I always do
but it wasn't my fault, I was conned into it.
There's this shuttle, he's really big. He's an
adult. I shouldn't trust him, but he isn't like
Dai Atlas.

He's up to something. I just know it. No one
is ever that nice, and puts up with the things he
does, and invites strangers into their home without
plotting something. If this is my last entry....

His name is Skyfire. He probably killed me.

((omg drift babbu))

in-need-of-discipline:

bitterskyfire:

"No, of course not. Whether we rescue the twins or not, you are still more than welcome to come home with me." That wouldn’t change, no matter if their teamwork had ultimately proved useless.

Sighing, Skyfire attempted to calm himself. Ultimately it didn’t matter who brought the Twins home, only that they were safe. Wings flicking, shoving aside the flicker of hurt that the Twins hadn’t trusted him enough to rely on him, he finally paid attention to the street before him.

And noticed how empty it had just become. “…you may be right.” Turning, he made to head back into the alley.

"… you might not want to move, roommate."

Drift knew a thing or two about enforcers, many of which studied under Dai Atlas and, before him, Yoketron. It didn’t help that Drift had trouble with the law before.

It didn’t help that he was about to do something stupid.

He grabbed that leveler and pulled until the cockpit was open, and he slipped out. He scaled up the shuttle’s frame until he managed to balance on a shoulder, mostly hidden by a wing.

He counted at least three in sight, peering around the corners. “Fight or kneel,” he asked, noticing movement from an open window. “Sniper. They think you’re Decepticon.”

Which meant they thought Drift was one too, or where contacting Dai Atlas.

He doesn’t get to say anything else, they’re moving in to corner the pair. Weapons drawn and Drift’s digits tighten around his in instinct, but he doesn’t attack as the audio splicing voice echos out, telling them to stop or force will be taken.

"What-!" Skyfire twitched, holding still as Drift skittered out of him and up onto his shoulder. The mostly-white meching would blend in, though it wouldn’t be a perfect disguise. The shuttle frowned a little as his cockpit sealed back up.

"Unsurprising. Aerials are Decepticons in this world, correct?" Well, not like the assumption hadn’t been true for his own world. The soft hum he lets out when Drift tenses is mostly unconscious. "I suppose we might as well stick with the plan."

"I am not resisting," he called out, hands lifted in a surrender gesture. "I am a civilian and a tourist. I just happened to become lost."

As long as there are a few ladybots, I’m happy with whomever you decide to make
// - You should totally go for Windblade. People will gobble her up like crazy.
((Aha maybe I should have said 14 because the only one I know for sure I want to draw is Windblade.))
((I mean look at her dork face~))

((But yes I’m cool with adding Chromia and or Elita into the mix because they’re also awesome))

HEY GUYS

i want to make keychains/stickers of robots

which robots from which universes

should I do

I can only do 15

Question mark so people can reply?

in-need-of-discipline:

bitterskyfire:

Tapping was fine. Any more than that and it would get bothersome. In this mode his flight controls were locked down, so there wasn’t much damage Drift could do short of turning around and trying to burrow through to his spark chamber.

He couldn’t help a soft snort at being told to ‘prance’ around, though. Like someone of his size could prance. But, he could make a nuisance of himself, just as soon as he scooted back out of the alley.

And immediately stopped once he got to the entrance, as he received a comm from Jetstorm.

"…change of plans." The shuttle didn’t bother to hide the touch of bitterness from his tone. "It seems as though we aren’t needed. Jazz showed up and is apparently taking them home.”

So distracted, he didn’t notice that he was still attracting attention.

The moment that Skyfire began to move, Drift opened up his comm system and tuned into the channel that Dai Atlas scowled him for locating and nosing around. Enforcers used it to contact one another, and if they were coming, Drift wanted to know when and how long.

Though his attention was torn from the words relied over it. His helm lifted and optics narrowed, he knew that tone. He used it before, but with a different mech than the one that Skyfire spoke of. He nearly asked if they should attack Jazz instead, but remembered - Skyfire wasn’t a soldier. 

"…. does that mean I don’t get to come home with you?" He’s trying to be nice. Skyfire was nice to him: hadn’t lashed out vocally or physically. He also seemed to miss the chatter about the two of them over the comm as well. 

He’s even stopped tapping the glass. It’s a fear thing: he doesn’t think that Skyfire would hurt him, he hasn’t so far and Drift’s been a bit of an aft, but it’s instinct. 

"This was.." he trailed off - citizens were scurrying, out of the way and into buildings, their optics glancing back. Drift tensed. Now was a silly time to be caught, wasn’t it? 

"Might want to go." 

"No, of course not. Whether we rescue the twins or not, you are still more than welcome to come home with me." That wouldn’t change, no matter if their teamwork had ultimately proved useless.

Sighing, Skyfire attempted to calm himself. Ultimately it didn’t matter who brought the Twins home, only that they were safe. Wings flicking, shoving aside the flicker of hurt that the Twins hadn’t trusted him enough to rely on him, he finally paid attention to the street before him.

And noticed how empty it had just become. “…you may be right.” Turning, he made to head back into the alley.