herzspalter:

Bee then refused to ever play anything with buzzers or beepers in it again. Human-made beeps were rather offensive, he found.
This is so dumb and easy, there’s no way this hasn’t been done yet, I apologize.

herzspalter:

Bee then refused to ever play anything with buzzers or beepers in it again. Human-made beeps were rather offensive, he found.

This is so dumb and easy, there’s no way this hasn’t been done yet, I apologize.

(via santapinguinica)

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tigre75:

Tigre75

tigre75:

Tigre75

(Source: ivefreya, via mycerebraldiarrhea)

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thefemalefury:

Lion: AGGGGGGGHHHHH
YOU HAVE VANQUISHED ME, MIGHTY BEAST
Cub: DAD STOP
Lion: EVERYTHING…GOING…DARK
Cub: DAD OH MY GOD
Lion: REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE…

thefemalefury:

Lion: AGGGGGGGHHHHH

YOU HAVE VANQUISHED ME, MIGHTY BEAST

Cub: DAD STOP

Lion: EVERYTHING…GOING…DARK

Cub: DAD OH MY GOD

Lion: REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE…

(Source: lalulutres, via scienceisadesiretoknow)

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farfalleh:

how_is_that_gonna_fit.jpg

(via santapinguinica)

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evansliliane:

my heart is crying..

evansliliane:

my heart is crying..

(via santapinguinica)

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icpe:

tfp doodles 5

icpe:

tfp doodles 5

(via santapinguinica)

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awkward-dark-nerd:

i finally finished this based off this post and inspired from the positive feedback from hamfootsia (including her own kickass drawing) and others

Blurrbunny & Deerwave! and little drawing of what their babies might come out as.. heh had the most fun drawing Deerwave trying to catch his mate to be~

(via hamfootsia)

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reyairia:

damnit

(via the-ghastly-azz)

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camojito:

My Lord by *Drkav

camojito:

My Lord by *Drkav

(via the-ghastly-azz)

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larbestaaargh:

Headcanon: Ratchet sleeps all the time during Rodimus’ speeches and officers meetings, the crew thinks he’s just too angry to move or look at them

larbestaaargh:

Headcanon: Ratchet sleeps all the time during Rodimus’ speeches and officers meetings, the crew thinks he’s just too angry to move or look at them

(via hunjeok)

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THEY CAN LEARN

IT Guy: BLAH BLAH BLAH JENNIFER LAWRENCE those naked pictures all over the Internet. I mean, what was she thinking?
Me: First of all, we do not throw shade on Jennifer Lawrence, she is amazing, you should be ashamed.
Me: Second of all, yeah, how dare she take pictures of herself to share with her partner in a committed relationship and then get violated and robbed and her private pictures published without her consent?
IT Guy: Well sure but she's famous. How do you not see that coming?
IT Girl: If somebody smashes your car windows and steals your CD player are you to blame for installing it in the first place? Or is the person who smashed up your car the asshole?
IT Guy: ...
IT Guy: (looking chastened) ...that's a good point.
Me: Also have you noticed it's never male celebrities who get their naked pictures stolen and published?
IT Girl: (with the air of someone who has had this conversation several times before) It's almost like there's a media bias towards exploiting women's bodies against their will and then blaming them for it!
IT Guy: *pulls t-shirt collar up over his head, slinks away*
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robotsandramblings:

Wrecker Rule #263:
WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS, STICK YOUR FINE WRECKER ASS OUT TO DISTRACT THE ENEMY

robotsandramblings:

Wrecker Rule #263:

WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS, STICK YOUR FINE WRECKER ASS OUT TO DISTRACT THE ENEMY

(via chrome-blade)

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tastefullyoffensive:

[12dianaprince]

tastefullyoffensive:

[12dianaprince]

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skymachine:

bee with mask on: darling child. baby boy. beautiful angel sweetie pie

bee with mask down: somehow got 200% hotter and saucier?

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Fanfic - “Moonrise”; MTMTE; Cyclogate

acteon-carolsfeld:

Based on this post.

~*~

Warnings: AU; social caste related violence; written and edited within 24 hours

Genre: fluff; and some sads

Pairing: Cyclogate

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The fateful meeting of a general and a disposal unit, whose lives should have never crossed.

~*~

Moonrise

Neon signs flashed. Laughter filled the air.

Bots in glittering polish trotted out of the theater. They hid under the canopies held by valets as they filed into their sleek hover-shuttle, lined with crystal windows and gold rims.

Steam rose as rain gurgled down the gutters.

Perfume lingered, like the blinking lights casting the vapour pink, turquois, and green.

The hover-shuttle slid closed his door, and took off with a quiet hum.

Water rolled off his frame in streams.

The moisture glided like pearls off silk.

Repellant wax was luxury those of the service-class rarely had, and the only ones worse off than live furniture was the disposables, ones considered little more than drones.

Tailgate thought he was at least slightly smarter than a drone, but he kept that to himself. Even his name was a secret. Disposables weren’t supposed to have names.

Disposables also weren’t supposed to be out at this hour. Tailgate was way past his curfew.

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