#highly so

[savedbythenotepad]

I think I'm a lot more stressed than I'd like to admit.

[transingthoseformers]

~Sex Ban Universe~

Starscream being a complete menace and doing strip pole moves along the street lights in front of everyone to get noticed for the rebel cause. Jetfire's mouth & eyes is just wide at how his close friend is acting. Megatron gets interested at how openly risky Star is being, even if its just a publicity stunt.

Screamer only flying off when he sees the officers coming at him but not without a little teasing blow kiss before swiftly escaping.

Damn

Damn. Yes.

Win Starscream win, also that's such an image

Megatron: this is why I love him💖💖💖

[transingthoseformers]

There’s this twitch streamer I watch and his gifted subs notification is him screaming “SUCC ME. SUCC ME. SUUUUUCCK. SUUUUUCK” and I think that’s Cyberverse Megatron coded in his twitch era

I sshdhdhfj yes

He would have the most fascinating sub notifications, abd i say this as someone who doesn't interact much with twitch

[bombkid69]

Why did I just learn from shear boredom scrolling on Netflix that theodd1sout has his oven a Netflix original Series with 2 seasons!?

[anonymous-dentist]

Disappointed

[adelynnemei]

Night Owl.

I'm most definitely a night owl. Anyone who knows me can testify to that. Yeah, I love my sleep as much as any other person, but evening/night is when I seem to be wide awake the most. It's when I get all of my energy and motivation to do things I should've done hours before, like clean my room. (haha) Even when my body's screaming at me to go to bed, cause I know I'm simply making the hell I'm going to have to go through in the morning that much worse with every hour, my mind is too awake and active to listen.

Thing is...is it just me, or is it when you're sitting or lying there by yourself in the middle of the night, with nothing and yet everything to keep you busy, that every single one of your regrets and insecurities and losses and shattered dreams and broken hearts and twisted realities and "fuck me, fuck this, and fuck you too"'s come to put you through all this misery that seems so unbearable? And yet you can somehow shoulder it and carry it through until the morning when you find some new way to shunt at least some of it to the very back of your mind because you know you couldn't handle it all in the daylight without irrevocably, irreparably, completely falling apart at the very seams of yourself?

This is why I hate it when someone asks "What's wrong?", because those words trigger the flood of memories that tries to silently drown me every night. And none of those should ever see the light.