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I *want* to be excited for DA: Inquisition.

But whenever I think about it, all I end up thinking is “I want my Fenris/Isabela/Aveline back.”

:c

posted 10 hours ago

black-lightening-master:

These cats were born with a purpose

black-lightening-master:

These cats were born with a purpose


Anonymous asked: "You sound like you've given Soundwave's tentacles some thought, doctor."

highglossfinish:

Whatever gave you that impression?

*quietly reads that as “Soundwave’s testicles”*

*acknowledges her need for sleep*


greenboost:

More Starscream 2

Preciousness intensifies.

As does asshole-ishness.


viking-pony:

my friend made an interesting point about skyrim

the only beverages in skyrim are alcoholic

maybe there is no magic, or dragons, or anything

maybe everyone is just drunk off their ass


malformalady:

Bugs created using scavenged animal bones by artist Adam Bissett

Photo credit: Adam Bisett

malformalady:

Bugs created using scavenged animal bones by artist Adam Bissett

Photo credit: Adam Bisett


90377:

Green Earth III by *Onodriim

90377:

Green Earth III by *Onodriim


greenboost:

More Starscream 1

Precious little asshole.



Anonymous asked: "Optimus + reading"

And yea, we begin filling out those last few prompts that have been nesting in my inbox for over a month :)

He’d seen them there for a few days now, sitting inconspicuously beside all of the other files he’d been working with in the database. 

Ratchet had put them there, he knew. Only Ratchet would have known the titles of such old literature, ones that had been his favorite choices when he’d found time for recreational reading. And only Ratchet would have bothered saving copies of what most mechs would have dismissed as dull, dry text.

He’d put them there with the same not-so-subtle suggestion that accompanied many of the things Optimus found laying where only he would find them. The extra Energon cube near his berth; the occasional pain inhibitor at his workstation: such things were part of Ratchet’s arsenal against a Prime’s too-rigorous work ethic.

Old reading favorites were a new weapon, and they made Optimus pause, his optics softening for a moment as fond memories of quiet, relaxed reading briefly overshadowed his evening plans.

Briefly, however, was as long as any of Ratchet’s tactics managed to dissuade Optimus from his duties. He felt the same glow of appreciation he had countless times before, but the outcome remained unchanged as well: he focused his attention back on the work at hand.

The files remained untouched, and they would for many months to come.