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TFA Rvs.B Style The MoviesLockdown: Hello everyone, Im Lockdown from Transformers Animated. You know this the time of year where we try to avoid spending any more time with our families than we absolutely have too.
Swindle: And theres no better way to do that then hiding in a big dark room from them with a bunch of strangers.
Lockdown: Were talking of course about going to the movies. But if you find todays movies to be too explicit, then a strip a club.
Swindle: Unfortunately movie going manners arent what they used to be.
Lockdown: These days people treat a movie theater like their own home and they treat own home like a gas station bathroom, which is kind of gross.
Swindle: So we thought it would be a good idea to remind everyone of common movie going mistakes to avoid.
Situation #1: Talking During the Movie
Movie screen: The Following Preview
Wasp: Previews?! What the slag is that?!
TFA Fic: Welcome IntruderTitle: Welcome Intruder
Rating for cut version: PG-13
Warnings for cut version: angst, kink, slash
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers characters. I make no profit from this.
A/N: This does contain some spoilers to TFA Episodes: Five Servos of Doom and Decepticon Air.
Swindle shifted on his berth as he slowly woke from a fitful recharge, extending his servo to wipe condensation from his brow. For some odd reason, he felt uneasy, as if he were being watched, but he was alone on his ship, drifting in the vast darkness of space. No alarms had been triggered by intruders, and the radar hadn't detected any other ships for miles. Despite all the high end security precautions on his ship, he couldn't shake away the uneasiness steadily consuming his spark. He contemplated getting up and grabbing a cube of energon, but the berth was comfortable, and he was still drowsy. Closing his optics, he tried to drift back into recharge and ignore his growing anxiety, squirming
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part One((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
I've always thought of myself as a practical mech. I don't grab more than I can carry and if I find myself in a sitch too big for me to process, I know when it's the smart thing to bail. But once in a blue moon, an opportunity springs up that you just can't pass up. A perfect hit. That unsurpassed score.
No bounty hunter can pass that up. Not even me...
Part One: Gears and Glory
It did not take long for word to pass... at least not around Cybertron. According to what was said, the funeral had been stunning. There were precious few faces that were not in attendance at the gathering dedicated to the life and sacrifice of the cyberninja Prowl, whose actions had saved not just one small organic world, but also Cybertron itself. Those in attendance had spoken of the s
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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