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Hmmmm. Do you have the squish-equivalent interface equipment installed, now?

I do. I’ve had them for some time now, actually.

You’re not going to drop me from the stratosphere, are you?

detectivelys:

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Erupting volcano - this is what it looks like from space

kruegerwaffen:

A PzKpfw III Ausf. F medium tank driving through Belgium,
May 1940. The 16–19.8 ton (depending on variant) PzKpfw
III was the Wehrmacht’s main battle tank for the campaign,
some 226 equipping four Panzer divisions in
Heeresgruppe A. 

ask-overlord-phasesixer:

Megatron, affectionately referred to as Moose, was renown for his intelligence and strategical brilliance.A leader who stepped down from power in search for a more humble existence, Megatron lived out the rest of his days in retirement. And though he lived a somewhat peaceful existence, it was not void from adventure and excitement. 

Trustworthy, dignified and charming, his mere presence commanded respect from all who conversed with him. However, beneath his rough exterior belied a wise soul capable of love and kindness. (for certain people.)

Sadly, even the mightiest of leaders fall. And with his passing, the memory of his actions will be forever immortalized within the sparks and minds of family and friends.

He will be missed.

  • madadmedmedmmmdm: Oh man what if Gabe had a nightmare like this
  • madadmedmedmmmdm: Drunk Casey chasing him while covered in bacon
  • Astro: wearing lady gaga's meat dress
  • madadmedmedmmmdm: ;fdlhmdh
  • Butters: i take my eyes off you ya'll for two seconds

koreangeneralstore:

An Incredible Photo of the Milky Way From a Window Seat on a Boeing 747 Flight From New York to London

-Laughing Squid

choochoomotherslagger:

ruleroftheminicons:

With a quiet rumble Megatron pulled the stack of datapads closer to himself and took one right of the top, either not noticing or not caring about Astrotrain moving in. Even with their relationship strained, Megatron was comfortable enough with the triplechanger to let him get close.

"That would explain the nearly illegible glyphs." He hummed in amusement, turning the datapad slightly towards Astrotrain. "I think I can read most of this but I’m not sure either. Could you read to me what’s written here?"

Despite himself, there was a slight grin playing on his lips, that awkward sort of half-smile when you’re trying not to laugh at a private joke. “To tell you the truth, I’m not entirely sure what this one says either. Maybe we can read it together?”

He may or may not be a bit closer now, half-curled up with him, helm over his shoulder (as well as their anatomies would allow, anyway) and if Megatron allows it, his larger hand may lightly rest on the smaller one, guiding it along the dizzying patterns that were barely words.

"Okay, this one.. I think that’s a really sideways ‘smile’." Poking a completely indecipherable one. “‘His smile. His touch. The way his optics shine when he laughs. His laugh is nice too.’ Aww, I drew you laughing."

If you could call it that. Shush, he’s not an artist.

With a quiet hum Megatron scooted closer towards Astrotrain, unaware of the smile spreading across his features. “That sounds like a good idea.” He held the datapad between them, angling it more towards Astrotrain for easier reading. It was his writing that need translating so he should have the best view.

Leaning some of his weight against the shuttle, Megatron followed the guidance of his hand, tilting his helm this way and that to better follow the spiraling writing pattern. Most of what was written was still illegible to him but if he looked hard enough he could make out some of the words. A lot of it just look like nonsense and doodles though. Really, really bad doodles.

"…Really?" Megatron narrowed his optics and brought the datapad closer to his face. "It looks more like a moose… honking?" Lowering the datapad, he looks to Astrotrain with a puzzled expression. "How drunk did you get?"

daryagest:

А у вас есть селфи с танком?))))) у меня да 😄

#tank #selfie #great #patriotic #war #freedom #Minsk #Belarus #history #gyal #girl #gal #me

choochoomotherslagger:

ruleroftheminicons:

«A thing?» As unimpressed as he is by the description Megatron is still curious to find out what it is Astrotrain has created. With a huff of frustration for having to turn around, he heads towards the coordinates, and easily navigates hi way through the cube-maze to stand in front of Astrotrain. Eying the stack of datapads, Megatron pushes some cubes away and sits down on the floor.

"So," he nods to the rainbow of regret, "what do you have there?"

There’s not that much of a.. okay, yeah, there’s a maze. He kind of lost track of those. They helped him think.

"This dude told me to write down.. y’know. Feelings stuff. About you." Casually sliding the datapads towards the smaller mech, while also unconsciously shifting a little closer to him. "To help with the whole… expressing things.. thing. I got blackout drunk at Dancitron and woke up covered in proof I did it."

A slight head tilt, optics focused on the spiraling glyphs more than the mech they concerned. “We were supposed to turn it into something beautiful, I think. Like a poem or some shit. But I kind of forgot. And really.. this way is probably a lot truer to me, y’know? The sad scrawling of a drunkard.”

Optics flickering toward his face for a moment. Waiting to see if he’d shoot these down with his locked up scared kiss.

"S’probably hard to understand, though. I can help you read ‘em, if that’s okay."

With a quiet rumble Megatron pulled the stack of datapads closer to himself and took one right of the top, either not noticing or not caring about Astrotrain moving in. Even with their relationship strained, Megatron was comfortable enough with the triplechanger to let him get close.

"That would explain the nearly illegible glyphs." He hummed in amusement, turning the datapad slightly towards Astrotrain. "I think I can read most of this but I’m not sure either. Could you read to me what’s written here?"