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FOR THOSE WHO DON’T LIKE TO TALK ON THE PHONE BUT WANT TO HELP KEEP THE INTERNET AWESOME

thesylverlining:

liberalsarecool:

laineydiemond:

  1. Go to  
  2. Click on 14-28 
  3. Comment “I want internet service providers classified as common carriers.”
  4. Done! 

Please reblog for people who have phone-related phobias or anxieties.

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This is me and I care deeply but cannot do phones! (one reason why internet is SO IMPORTANT!) I know a lot of you can’t either! Do the thing instead!

thebigboyprime:

ask-nightbird:

thebigboyprime:

seekerletshutter
ask-nightbird
tech-bite
cyberneticpredacat
weirdestlittetrashbot

Optimus was parked alone in the truck stop, all the other human truckers had already departed for their respective routes but he was here not to just simply rest. That was just something that allowed him to pass the cycles. He was here waiting for someone and it seemed that they had just arrived.

However, he still played the lifeless semi-truck, waiting to see if they were indeed the one who had contacted him first through a vague message.

Nightbird wasn’t sure how she’d managed to make it to the truck stop unnoticed, given how loud her joints sounded when she moved. Perhaps it was simply a matter of perspective. Maybe what sounded extremely noticeable and obvious to the ninjabot was truly unnoticeable to human ears. That would be something to investigate at another time. She could see the one she wanted to communicate with, parked alone.

Moving through the shadows, the ninjabot worked her way closer, stopping only when it seemed she’d be noticed by humans or the bot she was approaching. Ever closer, as silently as she could move, until she was ready to make her presence known.

When she finally revealed herself to the flame-decorated truck, it was by jumping and landing in front of him in a crouch, head bowed.

He would have obviously been startled by the sudden appearance of the femme, but luckily he was still in his truck mode and still immobile. Was this femme aiming to make him be noticed by the humans if there were any nearby?

Frowning inwardly, he activated his holoform that was now standing in front of him and a few feet before the femme. Looking up at her, the holoform asked, “What is your designation?”

Nightbird lifted her head, seeming to frown for a moment before writing her designation in the dirt, the kanji and kana sharp and precise.

私は夜出歩く人です

A moment’s consideration, and then she added a question below.

あなた誰? 私は他の誰かを期待していた

Send a ‘↺’ to have my muse temporarily lose all memory of your muse.

taycon-me-liftme-up:

tuxedo-americaftw:

ryanvallejo:

mapsontheweb:

Which states have the most people with state pride?

its like the shittier your state is the more pride you have

Hey! Don’t diss Texas! It’s an amazing state!

It’s like there’s state pride sweeping up through the midwest but it stopped at Idaho cuz we were like “eh where else will our kind be accepted.”

Dying rp Starters

"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."
"You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."
"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."
"Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."
"Oh my god... Don't give up! You can't give up!"
"You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to..."
"Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..."
"The doctor explained everything to me... I... I can't just let you go like this. I need you."
"Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."
"There's nothing they can do. I-- I'm so sorry."
"No. They're wrong. They're wrong, okay? You're not gonna die."
"Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live."
"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."
"Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to stay with me. I'm bringing you to the hospital."
"I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..."
"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."
"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."

ask-nightbird is being tracked.

psychopathichelicopter:

ask-nightbird:

psychopathichelicopter:

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Now this one took the helicopter a little longer to figure out and read, optics squinting. “So you were a part of the Decepticons too? But they never came back for you? Mm.” His arms cross once more, looking at Nightbird.

Nightbird nodded, optics dimming slightly. It was still a bit of a sore spot to the ninja-bot, given that she had all but completed her assignment as instructed.

[A-B-A-N-D-O-N-E-D.]

Snorts. He’s heard things like that before, pretty much once being abondoned himself. “I’m sorry.”

Nightbird shook her head. It was in the past.

[M-O-V-I-N-G-F-O-R-W-A-R-D-N-O-W.]  After all, that was the only option for the ninja-bot. To move forward, and embrace her freedom.

kingsofthesea:

thankorblamemelater:

deceptidont:

swordshade:

deceptidont:

strikereurekaofficial:

deceptidont:

swordshade:

deceptidont:

ok but where the bus transformers at

buses, steamrollers, tractors, and hearses are all criminally absent from transformers

tractor transformers

thought that said horse transformer and i was like

image

tbh i read it as horse first too

image

no, horse transformers exist and they are terrifying!

hwat the fuck is that

kingsofthesea

LOUD HORSE LAUGHTER

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ask-nightbird is being tracked.

psychopathichelicopter:

ask-nightbird:

psychopathichelicopter:

ask-nightbird:

psychopathichelicopter:

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He tilts his helm and squints, “No Voice Not Built With. Wait so you will built? By who then?”

Nightbird pauses as she’s about to write, doing her best to keep calm. It would do her no good if she got upset about her past.

[H-U-M-A-N-P-E-R-S-O-N.]

Humans? So humans can build cybertonians? Well not cybertonians but something close to them. “A human? Um..”

Nightbird nodded, seeming to scowl. The matter was not one she was pleased to admit to, but he had asked.

[B-U-I-L-T. U-S-E-D. M-E-G-A-T-R-O-N-R-E-S-C-U-E-D. F-I-X-E-D. I-M-P-R-O-V-E-D. H-U-M-A-N-S-A-U-T-O-B-O-T-S-L-O-C-K-E-D-A-W-A-Y. W-A-I-T-E-D. E-S-C-A-P-E-D. F-R-E-E. F-R-E-E-F-O-R-E-V-E-R.]

Now this one took the helicopter a little longer to figure out and read, optics squinting. “So you were a part of the Decepticons too? But they never came back for you? Mm.” His arms cross once more, looking at Nightbird.

Nightbird nodded, optics dimming slightly. It was still a bit of a sore spot to the ninja-bot, given that she had all but completed her assignment as instructed.

[A-B-A-N-D-O-N-E-D.]

+ ask-nightbird

humanprotoform:

ask-nightbird:

humanprotoform:

"You wanna go meet Prowl?" Sari frowned, mulling over the request. While the ninja-bot in front of her didn’t have a Decepticon insignia, she was still pretty sure that showing her where the secret base was would be a bad idea. But she was a ninja-bot, so…

"I think he might be in the park, looking at nature or something. We could go over there?" If he wasn’t, to bad- but if he was, all the better. 

Nightbird nodded, moving to rise to her feet. She wasn’t sure where the park was, so she’d trust Sari to lead the way.

Sari began the trek to the park, stopping every few minutes to make sure that Nightbird was still following her. The park, once they got there, wasn’t very busy. A few humans who hadn’t yet gotten used to the city’s protectors stared, but the majority ignored them. 

And there, in the center of the park, was Prowl. The ninja-bot didn’t seem to be paying much attention to any of them, as he was in the middle of meditating, but he almost imperceptibly tensed when the duo came close. “Sari,” he said, “whose your…guest?”

Nightbird studied the passers-by as she and Sari walked, recording her observations silently. How curious that the humans did not find her presence overly attention-worthy.

Upon sighting the other ninja-bot, Nightbird paused before bowing politely.

ask-nightbird is being tracked.

psychopathichelicopter:

ask-nightbird:

psychopathichelicopter:

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He tilts his helm and squints, “No Voice Not Built With. Wait so you will built? By who then?”

Nightbird pauses as she’s about to write, doing her best to keep calm. It would do her no good if she got upset about her past.

[H-U-M-A-N-P-E-R-S-O-N.]

Humans? So humans can build cybertonians? Well not cybertonians but something close to them. “A human? Um..”

Nightbird nodded, seeming to scowl. The matter was not one she was pleased to admit to, but he had asked.

[B-U-I-L-T. U-S-E-D. M-E-G-A-T-R-O-N-R-E-S-C-U-E-D. F-I-X-E-D. I-M-P-R-O-V-E-D. H-U-M-A-N-S-A-U-T-O-B-O-T-S-L-O-C-K-E-D-A-W-A-Y. W-A-I-T-E-D. E-S-C-A-P-E-D. F-R-E-E. F-R-E-E-F-O-R-E-V-E-R.]

ask-nightbird is being tracked.

psychopathichelicopter:

ask-nightbird:

psychopathichelicopter:

ask-nightbird:

psychopathichelicopter:

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“Oh uh, you can’t speak? Mm..” This was becoming difficult.

Nightbird shakes her head, but she’ll quickly crouch and trace glyphs in the dirt.

[C-A-N-W-R-I-T-E-T-H-O-U-G-H.]  Pardon her if her grammar is atrocious. She didn’t really get much in the way of instruction.

Danemic came closer to see what Nightbird was tracing, reading it outloud, “Can Write Though. Oh. Is there a reason you can’t speak or do you just dont?”

[N-O-V-O-I-C-E-N-O-T-B-U-I-L-T-W-I-T-H.] Nightbird wrote, hoping her meaning was clear.

He tilts his helm and squints, “No Voice Not Built With. Wait so you will built? By who then?”

Nightbird pauses as she’s about to write, doing her best to keep calm. It would do her no good if she got upset about her past.

[H-U-M-A-N-P-E-R-S-O-N.]

+ ask-nightbird

humanprotoform:

ask-nightbird:

humanprotoform:

"Really?" She’d thought that if anyone would have known Prowl, it would be Nightbird. Then again, Prowl wasn’t very social. Maybe he skipped out on all the ‘ninja-bot reunion’ things. "He’s a ninja-bot, like you- ‘cept he’s an Autobot, and turns into a motorcycle."

Nightbird tilts her head, searching her databanks for any bot that might match Sari’s description, before shaking her head again. She can find no matches in her databanks. More scrawling in the dirt ensues.

[G-O-M-E-E-T-P-R-O-W-L?]

"You wanna go meet Prowl?" Sari frowned, mulling over the request. While the ninja-bot in front of her didn’t have a Decepticon insignia, she was still pretty sure that showing her where the secret base was would be a bad idea. But she was a ninja-bot, so…

"I think he might be in the park, looking at nature or something. We could go over there?" If he wasn’t, to bad- but if he was, all the better. 

Nightbird nodded, moving to rise to her feet. She wasn’t sure where the park was, so she’d trust Sari to lead the way.


Reblog if it’s okay for me to write fics or make graphics of your character and tag you. Sometimes the mood strikes me but I’m nervous my partners won’t like it or won’t be cool with it.

ask-nightbird is being tracked.

psychopathichelicopter:

ask-nightbird:

psychopathichelicopter:

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“Oh uh, you can’t speak? Mm..” This was becoming difficult.

Nightbird shakes her head, but she’ll quickly crouch and trace glyphs in the dirt.

[C-A-N-W-R-I-T-E-T-H-O-U-G-H.]  Pardon her if her grammar is atrocious. She didn’t really get much in the way of instruction.

Danemic came closer to see what Nightbird was tracing, reading it outloud, “Can Write Though. Oh. Is there a reason you can’t speak or do you just dont?”

[N-O-V-O-I-C-E-N-O-T-B-U-I-L-T-W-I-T-H.] Nightbird wrote, hoping her meaning was clear.