Gearbrawn - GearBrawn

Wishing all of you a very merry "I suddenly have the motivation and time to write a minimum 10k fic"... please

Brought to the world by a mixture of no coffee and having soda for breakfast...

If Armada, Energon, and Cybertron are supposed to be connected, while Micron Legend, Superlink, and Galaxy Force are supposedly separate...

Then as far as the A/E/C goes, when Starscream gets his free will back in Cybertron, could that be considered the old, Armada-SS coming back?

Or could C-SS be an entirely different guy?

I'm sure there's probably a better way to write that, in short, is Cybertron Starscream still.. Starscream? Or is it some other dude?

Similar to how some people might consider Starscream and Nightscream to be two separate people.

"Stop saying 15 year olds with weird interests are cringe, they're 15" this is true however you should also stop saying adults with weird interests are cringe because who gives a shit

Hello how are you? @i-am-here-to-interact

I am doing alright, as fine as one can be with no ramen on hand.

Post-Transformers Cybertron Au

(I don't have a proper name for it yet)

So, imagine you're stuck in the Fire Dimension, and for reasons unknown another warp gate opens before you. The second you step through; you know something is up. You're left wondering, "where is everybody?" Looking around, you find three things that leave you startled. One, you're on Cybertron and the whole place looks like the mother of all train wrecks. Two, there's a small squadron with their guns pointed at you. Three, there is a mech that looks exactly like your former leader except here's the problem...he has a near-maniac grin on his face, and he's charging right at you. Oh! and did I mention that his color scheme is practically all black with a miniscule number of teal splotches. That grin alone is enough to make even Unicron start screaming. With all this in mind, how are you, a lone seeker going to get out of this alive, and hopefully with both wings still attached?

Who knows?

Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

*Insert Gears falling over because this came out of nowhere*

Gears: Holy Cheesecakes... I am Shooketh.

*Insert Giant Bucket of Candy*

Gears: Guess I'm dumping candy everywhere

Reblog to put candy in your followers halloween buckets :)

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

People will tell you that emotional abuse isn’t real and what you’re dealing with isn’t that big a deal and you’re just exaggerating, but let me tell you something.

If you’ve ever been wary of everyone you know, even people you trust, because you’re expecting them to get angry with you over literally anything, make fun of you, or start making threats, something’s wrong.

If you’ve ever had to plan things in anticipation of a potential tantrum that you fear will be taken out on you, something’s wrong.

If you succumb to someone’s demands because you’re never sure if their threats are empty or legit and you just want to play it on the safe side, something’s wrong.

If you find yourself jumping at smaller noises in anticipation that they’re a warning sign for a tantrum, something’s wrong.

If you hide things - especially things that make you happy - because you’re so afraid that they’ll make fun of you for liking them, scold you for liking something they don’t, take them away, destroy them, or that they’ll defile them and ruin that love you have for them, something’s wrong.

If you find yourself being silent in the face of mild disagreements or thinly-veiled insults, rather than standing up for yourself because you just don’t want to start an argument and make things worse, something’s wrong.

If that very lack of standing up for yourself eventually leads to you never offering your opinion in any sort of discussion out of fear of ridicule or being scolded because that’s what you’re so used to, something’s wrong.

If you end up spending a lot of your time in your room keeping to yourself and keeping any trip outside of your room to an absolute minimum because you don’t want to risk putting one toe out of line and setting off a tantrum, yet you’re also aware that hiding out will also cause an issue and you’re probably just minimizing the risk instead of erasing it entirely, something’s wrong.

If you ever habitually glance outside the window to keep watch for your supposed abuser’s car to return from their work, errand or trip, and then heading to your room or other hiding place to keep out of their way, erasing any obvious signs that you’ve been out and about in the rest of your living space, something’s wrong.

If one of your greatest fantasies involves not a dream career or winning the lottery but instead an escape plan succeeding, something’s wrong.

If you could basically summarize your life as living in constant, subtle fear, Something. Is. Wrong.

Emotional abuse is very, very real, and it has lasting consequences that can affect people’s relationships, their jobs, and their lives all-around.

Don’t you dare tell me it isn’t real.

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