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@wreckerxjack
wow, what a gorgeous month to remember autism isn’t a disease and there’s no “cure for autism” and there shouldn’t have to be one just because allistic people can’t get the hell over themselves and realise other people experience the world differently and have different needs and require different accommodations. terrific.
i stared at the void and the void stared back
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chosenmonarch:
wreckerxjack:
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“Okay so don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve been reading this datapad instead of listening to you for the last ten minutes. Can I get a recap?” He was joking, of course, he’d only missed the last few words.
“…” Starscream starred with the flattest of expression he could’ve mustered. “I don’t know if I want to be mad or exasperated.” He then fell into silence and walked up to Wheeljack and stared at him for a moment. Then he attempted to snatch the datapad from the other mech to then throw it over his shoulder.
“Oops! Oh my bad! Hope that wasn’t important.”
“That’s a situation most people find themselves in while talking to me lately.”
He made a desperate grab for the datapad as Starscream took it. It was nothing too terribly vital, but it did hold minor sentimental value. Not that he’d let Starscream know that.
“Oh, no, not to me. It was an intercepted love letter from Megatron. I can still remember most of it. ‘Dearest Screamy, you’re my favorite li’l Seekerling. I miss you very much.’” Having the maturity of an apparent sparkling, Wheeljack proceeded to produce kissing sounds.
urge to have wheeljack be an asshole to starscream in this thread rising very rapidly
rustedservos:
wreckerxjack:
“So, um. You see, it’s not my fault. Someone put the lubricant for these pieces next to the glue! I was distracted while working on this one and, well…”
That someone happened to be Wheeljack himself, but he figured that was a nugget of information best saved for later.
Oh, Ratchet knew it was Wheeljack. He never was vauge about anyone who messed with his lab materials unless he was trying to keep the blame off of himself. Ratchet leveled a glare at the other mech, crossing his arms over his chassis before he pointed at a medberth. There was no need for words, here.
Wheeljack recognized that look, and knew he’d owe the medic an apology and an explanation at some point. He didn’t have the time to fully think up an explanation as to how it possibly made sense that this could have happened at the moment, but an apology was easy enough.
“Look, Ratchet. I’m sorry that I let myself get distracted. I’d promise that it won’t happen again but I think we both know me well enough to know I’m probably gonna be in this position again next week.” He offlined his optics and lowered his face. “I really do try to avoid stuff like this. I just... I’m accident prone.”
back-in-my-day:
“Kup Minor. Just call me Kup- I don’t think I was the one who trained your group of wreckers but they used my techniques..”
“And I’d think twice about the death threats- I’ve knocked more mechs out of sorts then you ever will.” The elder crossed his arms his golden shaded optics flickered drastically agsinst his teal colored hide,
Kup, huh? The Wrecker had heard that name before. It was the name of the mech Wheeljack had been hoping would take over his unit instead of Ultra Magnus. It had been some time since he’d thought of those days.
“Right. Any way we can verify that? Nobody here knows you by anything other than your reputation, pal.”
Regardless, Wheeljack lowered his weapons.
“Ratchet- I know he’s part of your little group. Hmm.. optimus would I trained him an bulkhead the begging part of the war. I might have a data sheet in here some where-” he opened his subspace and dropped his arm into it taking out things, “no… no… no…” he pulled out a datapad brushing stuff off of it,
It was old.. prewar. He vented turning it on, it struggled then it lit up showing identification kup turned it then held out the datapad to the younger wrecker, “read it and weep..”
He was still a little hesitant, but most mechs - Autobot or otherwise - knew better than to claim Optimus would vouch for them if he wouldn’t. The big mech wasn’t known for lying on behalf of strangers, and everyone knew it.
When he saw the datapad, it clicked into place. “The records seem to fit everything I’ve been told. But I do have a question. Were you ever even approached for taking over my unit when the last leader died before Magnus? That was always the rumor and since we ended up under Ultra Magnus, I was never sure there was any truth to it...”
captainseamech:
wreckerxjack:
Wheeljack was not used to his efforts being so casually ignored… or missed entirely. This posed an entirely new challenge. “Oh, this and that. Getting parts for a project, keeping an eye out for handsome mechs, avoiding bridge duty back at base. Well, two out of three isn’t bad.”
“Wait… ‘Handsome mechs’? Like who, exactly?” High Tide didn’t understand (and don’t understand) how a Wrecker’s mind function, but he really try to do. As he himself said ‘it’s never too late to start something new’.
“You don’t deal with mechs flirting with you much, do you?” Wheeljack asked with a huff.
However, the conversation wasn’t a total loss. He’d at least confirmed his suspicions that he’d never met the other mech, albeit in the most roundabout Wheeljack-like way imaginable.
“Name’s Wheeljack, by the way.”
Ratchet appreciation post!
Bumblebee: Where’s Knock Out?
Ratchet: Probably off somewhere disappointing Primus.
“I love cats! I’m on a diet!”
I have no trouble whatsoever believing that crows do this
Picking on @utra-filloutthedamnforms-magnus like any good brother does.
((reblogging this to show @big-ultra-mags the crap I got into when I first came to Tumblr))
“That’s not funny, Dominus.”
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“How hot do these things get when they’re fired up? I only ask because, well… let’s just pretend, a purely fictitious and hypothetical situation only, but, we’ll pretend that I glued my servo to this one on accident. How much pain would i be in in that entirely hypothetical and not real situation?”
Its just not his day.
Theres a moment where Ratchet takes a deep, calming invent. Wheeljack asking about hypothetical situations never went over well. THe fact he was asking about pain in this ‘hypothetical’ situation was another issue Ratchet had.
“What the hell did you do.”
“So, um. You see, it’s not my fault. Someone put the lubricant for these pieces next to the glue! I was distracted while working on this one and, well...”
That someone happened to be Wheeljack himself, but he figured that was a nugget of information best saved for later.
back-in-my-day:
“Kup Minor. Just call me Kup- I don’t think I was the one who trained your group of wreckers but they used my techniques..”
“And I’d think twice about the death threats- I’ve knocked more mechs out of sorts then you ever will.” The elder crossed his arms his golden shaded optics flickered drastically agsinst his teal colored hide,
Kup, huh? The Wrecker had heard that name before. It was the name of the mech Wheeljack had been hoping would take over his unit instead of Ultra Magnus. It had been some time since he’d thought of those days.
“Right. Any way we can verify that? Nobody here knows you by anything other than your reputation, pal.”
Regardless, Wheeljack lowered his weapons.
captainseamech:
wreckerxjack:
So that’s how it was going to be. Time to default to Wheeljack 101: When in doubt, flirt it out. “Better now that you’re here. What’s a big, strong mech like you doing on a fine day like this?”
High Tide raised an optic ridge obviously don’t understand what he want. “Well… Nothing special I’m just walking out of water a little. What ‘bout you?”
Wheeljack was not used to his efforts being so casually ignored... or missed entirely. This posed an entirely new challenge. “Oh, this and that. Getting parts for a project, keeping an eye out for handsome mechs, avoiding bridge duty back at base. Well, two out of three isn’t bad.”
“You’ve got five seconds to tell me who you are and why I shouldn’t slag you where you stand. Five.”
“Please-” Kup simply sneered removing the cygar from between his lips, “I saw you training you couldn’t hit me even if I was blind, deaf and missing a leg-”
Mouthy old cogger, “ya still need practice kid, but it’s fun ta watch'ya poke fun at magnus so I can’t say slag too much- heh-”
“Kid?” Wheeljack tilted his head to one side. It had been quite some time since anyone had called him a kid, even with the fact that he’d lied on his official records. He was considerably older than he looked, and far older than his records stated. But that was not the point.
“Still haven’t told me who the frag you are or why I should let you live, old-timer.”
... did tumblr unfollow people while i was on hiatus
i swear i was following some of the people it says i’m not following...
fixing that now!!
“You’ve got five seconds to tell me who you are and why I shouldn’t slag you where you stand. Five.”
