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anonymous asked:

(Guess who's back, back again. Old Bot's back, tell a friend) Soo...IDW bots discovering Old Bot's real age? Let's go with Rodimus, Drift, Cyclonus, Kup, and Windblade. Since IDW has some characters that go way back, make the Old Bot as antique as you see fit.

antique would probably be fucking o l d so lets say… quintession age old bot who’s witnessed so much fucking bullshit. i can attempt this even tho i still havent read the idw shit and forgive me if its W R O N G

Rodimus

- “Holy slag! You look so much younger!”

- The young prime’s left in a state of shock for the longest time. You look younger than he is! What the frag!?

- If he has a thing for you, and finds this out while everyone else already knew, I’m betting that he gets teased about it endlessly by the bots who knew. He’s into a ‘bot who could be his ancestor.

- … once he warms up to it, he uses you to rally up any trouble makers. The sheer amount of shit you’ve seen in your lifetime is enough to intimidate anyone(whirl)into actually listening to him. Imagine the chaos you could prevent!



Drift

- He kinda guessed it.

- The aura and body language you had were of a much older frame, and you likely bond better with the older bots on the ship; that alone will likely set off a few lightbulbs. When this is actually revealed, Drift’s expression doesn’t change much other than a pair of slightly widened optics.

- After that, Drift has an extreme respect for you. A cybertronian your age has seen so much of their upbringing and their history, the golden ages and the worst of them. You’re a piece of history still alive and well, looking around the age of Rodimus and in great health.

- He definitely asks you about your history, and just how you’ve lasted through so much. His optics shimmer whenever you talk about your past.



Cyclonus

- Cyclonus had assumed, from your appearance, you were one of the younger bots on the ship. You had plenty of energy and were extremely light on your feet; and in great health. When you had told him just how ancient you were? He was in understandable shock.

- He should’ve expected it, though. You had a sense of humor that seemed like he and Tailgate’s age. Needless to say, you end up interrogated quite a bit afterwards; mostly about how you kept lookin so goddamn fine, your past, and just how long you’ve been around.

- If you’re at all considered friends, your friendship doesn’t change from this. He’s still the stern, “talk dark and handsome” asshole you know and love.



Kup

- … he needs a drink.

- It’s hard to believe for him. He’s positive you’re just a young ‘bot trying to mess with a gullible old timer. (not that he said exactly that, ofc)

 - It takes him a while to warm up to the thought you’re not as young as he assumed you were. Even though he’s a rather attractive bot himself for his age, the sheer amount of… youth you have is impressive. 

- (if you wanna smooch the old grumpy asshole, now is your chance to start courting)

- You end up talking with each other about your past; your origins, what you’ve seen, how you’ve managed to keep yourself from completely breaking down, etc. It’s… pleasant? 

Gaste seu amor. Usufrua-o até o fim. Enfrente os bons e os maus momentos, passe por tudo que tiver que passar, não se economize. Sinta todos os sabores que o amor tem, desde o adocicado do início até o amargo do fim, mas não saia da história na metade. Amores precisam dar a volta ao redor de si mesmo, fechando o próprio ciclo. Isso é que libera a gente para ser feliz de novo
—  Martha Medeiros.
Eu sei que foi fácil me amar naquela mesa de bar, que meu jeito espontâneo, meio bêbado, com conversa bem levinha, conquista qualquer um. Cerveja gelada acaba me deixando mais simpática. Depois de uma semana você deveria ter percebido que não deveria ter me dado trela. Não sou tão boa de filosofar quando a bebida é um café amargo, mas parece que isso não te desencorajou. Você continuou ali, no mês seguinte me convidou pra um cineminha, algumas festas de amigos. Nossa agenda foi ficando extensa. Tudo seu incluía a mim, e eu não sabia se isso seria bom no futuro, mas no presente, no nosso agora, eu amei cada detalhe. Eu nem estava acostumada em ter alguém tão próximo, eu que sempre fui errada com um cara que só queria sempre mais, mais de mim. Foi então que eu fui me perdendo no meio de nós a cada saidinha barata, em cada sorrisinho maroto seu. E aquela vez que eu fiquei me perguntando o motivo de você ter me dado trela, descobri só hoje a resposta… Você me enxergou além, viu que em mim só precisava de uns cuidados para assim eu tomar jeito. E que jeito, ein? O seu jeito.  Fez surgir em mim uma vontade surreal de ser melhor, por mim e por você. Porque a verdade é que eu estava cansada daquela vida fria, e sem emoções. Não deixando ninguém permanecer por muito tempo e, expulsando de mim todo e qualquer sentimento que aparecesse. Era bom estar ali nos bares, ficando animadinha com os drinks que ganhava de um ou outro rapaz que, sinceramente, nunca queria nada além de uma noite de prazer. Mas no final, eu sempre ficava sozinha. Vendo as minhas amigas do ensino médio se casando, construindo suas famílias, e eu aqui, com meus relacionamentos que nunca passavam de duas semanas. Imaginar uma vida ao lado de alguém, compartilhando meus medos e desejos mais obscuros, era algo fora de cogitação. Até chegar você, me entregando todo o amor que jamais recebi de alguém. Com a paciência para entender meus jeitos e trejeitos, e falando baixinho no meu ouvido: “Ei, amor. Eu vim para ficar. Pode segurar a minha mão, que eu prometo não soltar”. Esta era a segurança que eu precisava. Você é a parte calma e fácil que eu procurava, para estabelecer um equilíbrio entre o meu complexo e caos internos. Agora, aqui estou eu, totalmente submissa ao seu amor. Você me fez e continua me fazendo sentir a mulher mais especial e única do mundo. Faz por mim o que ninguém jamais fez. O seu toque é o mais delicado que o meu corpo já sentiu. Amo o seu beijo, o seu olhar, o seu cheiro e os arrepios que a sua presença me causa. Adoro cada detalhe que te compõe. E adoro, ainda mais, todos os sentimentos bons que o seu amor despertou em mim. O seu nome está cravado em meu coração e tudo ao meu redor possui um pouquinho de você. Somos a sintonia perfeita um do outro, e agora, amor, somos um só.
—  Você fez minha pupila dilatar - Escrito por Paula, Amanda N., Fran e Ane em Julietário.

ask-whistledixie  asked:

Because I can't resist~ Holoform/Human for a day with​ S/O! How would the Cybertronians choose to spend it? Let's go with... Optimus, Smokescreen, Knockout, and for fun's sake three boots of your choosing. 😉

oo shit MMM GOOD STUFF. and for bots of my own choice, i dont really have any preferences atm so i went with arcee. hope that’s ok bb! <3


Optimus Prime

- He’d prefer to stay close to the base for whatever you do, so you guys probably end up taking a walk through Jasper. It’s not his fault; Optimus is the leader of his team. He’d want to know if something was wrong right away.

- Even so, you both do end up having a nice time. Sharing a few kisses, talking with each other like there’s not a war going on, and being an adorable couple old ladies get to gush about as you both walk by.

- Optimus is a gentleman; whether he be a 20ft tall bot, or a man your size. He’ll open doors for you, pull out your chair, whatever he can to make you feel as precious as you are to him.

- The day ends with a long session of cuddling.


Smokescreen

- LET’S DO EVERYTHING!!!

- Be careful; he’s really excited to be your size, so expect to be picked up and hugged at random times. There’s also a lot more kissing involved than usual.

- You end up getting bridged to a park somewhere, and you both have one hell of a time. Chasing birds, acting like kids, cuddling in the grass; normal teenage couple shit.

- And if it’s possible, you also introduce him to ice cream. Poor fucker gets a brain freeze 8 seconds in.

- You and Smokey end up making out at least several times. He can’t really help himself; this is the first time you’ve been able to kiss without a massive size difference. Expect a few ass grabs here or there, too.

- Once you both get back, you’re equal amounts exhausted and relaxed; which is disturbing to the bots. They’ve never seen Smokescreen so relaxed.

- You end up falling asleep together. Miko takes hundreds of pictures.


Knockout

- Get in baby, we’re going shopping.

- You end up taken to the biggest Mall you can manage to find, which ends up being one near a large city. It’s ginormous, flashy, and shiny; right up Knockout’s alley.

- You’re practically being dragged around as KO excitedly goes on about what he can’t wait to see, and make you try on. He gets quite a few varying stares as you trudge through, struggling to keep up with him as he practically speedwalks through the whole Mall.

- You end up being forced to try on several outfits. No matter what you say to him, Knockout refused to believe any of them weren’t perfect on you.

- All is not terrible, though, because you end up ending the day with gross amounts of affection.


Arcee

- You’re so excited! Meanwhile, Arcee keeps tripping over the high-heels in her new form.

- She looks bomb-ass, of course; your girlfriend looks like she could kill a bitch in style. But she can barely find her balance as it is. She’s used to weighing a lot more than 190 pounds.

- Even so, Arcee is more than excited to spend a day with you. But if you had anything extravagant planned, sucks for you; she’d much rather just spend a day cuddling and watching the clouds with you. So, you(reluctantly)settle for a picnic in the middle of nowhere.

- You end up introducing Arcee to the magic that is your favorite dessert.The little look of awe on her face made your week.

- All-in-all, it’s pretty relaxing. You get to chill out with your girlfriend, kiss a few times, and spend time together. That’s all you could ever want in the middle of a war.

E se realmente gostarem? Se o toque do outro de repente for bom? Bom, a palavra é essa. Se o outro for bom para você. Se te der vontade de viver. Se o cheiro do suor do outro também for bom. Se todos os cheiros do corpo do outro forem bons. O pé, no fim do dia. A boca, de manhã cedo. Bons, normais, comuns. Coisa de gente. Cheiros íntimos, secretos. Ninguém mais saberia deles se não enfiasse o nariz lá dentro, a língua lá dentro, bem dentro, no fundo das carnes, no meio dos cheiros. E se tudo isso que você acha nojento for exatamente o que chamam de amor? Quando você chega no mais íntimo, no tão íntimo, mas tão íntimo que de repente a palavra nojo não tem mais sentido. Você também tem cheiros. As pessoas têm cheiros, é natural. Os animais cheiram uns aos outros. No rabo. O que é que você queria? Rendas brancas imaculadas? Será que amor não começa quando nojo, higiene ou qualquer outra dessas palavrinhas, desculpe, você vai rir, qualquer uma dessas palavrinhas burguesas e cristãs não tiver mais nenhum sentido? Se tudo isso, se tocar no outro, se não só tolerar e aceitar a merda do outro, mas não dar importância a ela ou até gostar, porque de repente você até pode gostar, sem que isso seja necessariamente uma perversão, se tudo isso for o que chamam de amor. Amor no sentido de intimidade, de conhecimento muito, muito fundo. Da pobreza e também da nobreza do corpo do outro. Do teu próprio corpo que é igual, talvez tragicamente igual. O amor só acontece quando uma pessoa aceita que também é bicho. Se amor for a coragem de ser bicho. Se amor for a coragem da própria merda. E depois, um instante mais tarde, isso nem sequer será coragem nenhuma, porque deixou de ter importância. O que vale é ter conhecido o corpo de outra pessoa tão intimamente como você só conhece o seu próprio corpo. Porque então você se ama também.
—  Caio Fernando Abreu.
sinto falta

sinto falta da garota sonhadora que um dia eu fui, da garota que via o lado bons das coisas, que esperava o melhor de si mesmo. 

hoje eu olho pra tudo que me tornei e tenho nojo e desprezo. não tem um dia que eu não chore. não tem um dia que eu não culpe aquela menina que sonhou alto demais e levou o pior tombo.

eu sinto falta da criança que fui, mas não quero que ela volte, não quero, pois ela não está preparada pra esse mundo sujo, ela é muito fraca pra enfrentar a porra da vida. ela não sabe viver.

anonymous asked:

Can I get headcanons of TFP Soundwave courting and confessing to a cybertronian!s/o?

YES YOU CAN!!!


Soundwave[TFP]

Courting:

- Soundwave’s first interests with you were in your loyalty. You were undying loyal to the Decepticon cause; and while you often didn’t agree with your leader’s decisions, you never acted out or spoke against them. This only made him more curious of you.

- As he began to observe(translation: stalk) you more frequently, he learned things about you that began to… draw him in.

- He finds himself drawn to the way you speak, the way you move, and the little details no one seems to notice. He sees you shift your weight from ped to ped every time you get nervous; the way your optics light up when something good happens. 

- He especially loves your laugh. Primus, does he love your laugh.

- He only heard it once. You had been on mining watch duty, and he had come in to “check”– his Lord doubts your loyalty, no matter what he does to defend you. You had been watching over a vehicon, and the moment you looked away, the drone had tripped and fallen; causing a domino effect with another three in front of it.

- You had burst into this spark-wrenchingly adorable laughter, your helm tossed back and your shoulders shaking. He swears he glitched; visor turning to static for a solid 3 seconds as he listened. Soundwave has your laugh recorded; and has looked at the footage over listening to Starscream more than once.

- And so, he began to pursue you.

- You’ve found multiple gifts in your berthroom, including various Earthen stones you had made offhanded compliments of, multiple different cloths and fabrics, and some surprisingly well-written poetry on a datapad.

- It wasn’t hard to tell you had an admirer, really. The real trouble was just finding out who it was.


Confession:

- When Soundwave confesses, he’s made sure you already know it’s him who’s been courting you. That’s when he takes his chance.

- You’re not expecting him to approach you directly after you find out; but before you know it, you discover yourself facing the slender TiC, eerie stare burning holes into your very spark.

- That is, until a very silly image of a honeybee with the caption “Bee mine?” appears on his visor.

- Then, you let out that melodious laugh he adores so much; a servo across your chassis as you nod your response and let out a cheery “Of course!”

- You wrap your arms around him in a hug; and it doesn’t take him more than a few seconds of shock to hug you back.