They

🥹💖🥺 they…

Is it ok if I give blades boulder chase and heatwave a hug please they are my comfort characters and they make me very happy 😊

Here’s Mic getting a hug from her four adoptive alien dads! (I’d like to think Chase’s hugs are crushing)

Mic belongs to @technoorganicmic! They were super fun to draw, thank you for the request! Also, I’m promise the quality is better than that, Tumblr just hates me for whatever reason

-The autobots fighting deceptions & the cons retreat-

Bee: Becha that blitz brain was an fucken coward and got scared of the best of the Autobots am I right!

Mic: *sighs annoyed, and sees a chunk of ice about to land on bee* BUMBLEBEE MOVE.

Bee: What wh- *turns around to see the ice chunk* oh slag.

-Later bee was knocked out-

Bee: *opens his optics and just sees the team starting at him smiling* what’s everyone starting me for?

Sari: Oh nothing 😏 *points to bees faceplate*

Bee: *looks up and sees mic asleep snuggling him* 😳

Prowl: when you got knocked out she was very worried and she stayed by your side all night to make sure that you were ok. 😎

Bee: 0///0 😳😳

Sari: she also put her jacket over you so you don’t get cold. 🥹

Bee: 0////////0 😳😳😳😳

Happy Pride pt2 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

💙TFA Autobots💙

Pride headcanons: S/O that is questioning

Optimus - He tries researching with them and Sari in between missions and free time, but has a hard time separating the different terms. Is very supportive and takes special care in paying attention to what his S/O says.

Ratchet - He researches things with Sari and on his own, so he can talk with his S/O and see what they’d be comfortable with trying. Is reassuring and gentle to them and yaps at anyone who makes mistakes/hurtful comments aimed at his S/O.

Bumblebee - Is excited for them and helps make them feel pumped and excited about their search. He's quick to adapt when they want to try a new name and/or pronouns, or a new look.

Bulkhead - He gives his thoughts and suggestions when they explain some terms for identities/sexualities, based on what he’s seen of them. He has an eye for details, and let’s his S/O know that they are loved no matter what they discover about themself.

Prowl - He's very supportive and wants his S/O to feel good and comfortable with who they are. So he does research as well as

Jazz - He is supportive, but tells his S/O that they don't have to rush into figuring it out right away. He is also really good at taking in information and using it, so he's good with keeping up with his S/O's research.

Sentinel - He understands the need to know where his S/O stands, but is baffled that they don’t have it figured out already. Is frustrated alongside them and doesn’t do research with them, because the information is confusing and he’s got important things to do. Not more important than his S/O, he lets them know that, but he IS leader of the Elite Guard and that comes with responsibilities. Is going to be insufferable to anyone who so much as looks at his S/O weird.

Jettwins - Individuality is not something celebrated on Cybertron, so they are very excited about their S/O figuring themself out, and absolutely want to learn alongside them.

Arcee - Offers support and lots of love and reading materials. Makes the discovering of different identities and sexualities and anything her S/O wants to know about the community in general fun, and always reminds them that there is no rush or need to feel pressured to stick with a label if they find out it doesn’t quite fit.

Blurr - He has the info that is relevant to his S/O saved and stored away so he can offer suggestions to his S/O on where to start looking if they don’t know what exactly they are curious about/only know they are different somehow.

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE 🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🖤🤎💖🌈

Another Amazing Meme

PLEASE I LOVE THIS FATHER DAUGHTER MOMENT WITH MIC (my oc) AND OPTIMUS

To Be a Father

A/N: I am pleasantly surprised at how well this turned out, and I must say I believe it to be one of the best that I’ve written! Hopefully you’ll think the same, haha.

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. You rock. <3

Title: To Be a Father

Summary: Optimus spends the day with you by the lake.

Words: 3048

It wasn’t often that Optimus Prime got a day off from his duties, but when he did, each time was more likely than not going to be spent with you. In previous years it had proved quite difficult to do so, as you had school to attend and lived with your family in an entirely different state, but as soon as you turned eighteen you took up an apprenticeship at NEST. Your brother, Sam, had also been offered one, but apparently he much preferred the quiet life as opposed to you, who took up the aspiration to somehow be involved in the military as soon as all things Cybertron came to Earth. Of course, Optimus adored the extra time he got to have with you, but he vaulted straight into what Will and Epps had dubbed his ‘Daddy Mode’ any time something even partially dangerous cropped up and completely refused when you asked to join him. You still shivered at how mad he’d been that one time when he’d discovered how you’d sneaked out of the Base to follow him and the other ‘Bots… granted, he’d only discovered you because a Decepticon had somehow managed to slice through your upper arm, and that was most likely the reason why he’d been so mad and refused even more from thereon after… but, still. You’d joined for the whole military experience, and that certainly wasn’t what you were receiving. 

It had come as somewhat of a shock at the beginning when Optimus began to act as though he were your father. After all, who could get used to seeing a robot look after a human as though she were his own? Nevertheless, that shock had subsided almost five years ago. Now, it would be a surprise if the alien Commander didn’t treat you as he did. Everyone had accepted it, and it was practically custom at the Base to expect nothing less than Optimus being the one they go to when something concerned you.

He was your guardian, no doubts about it, and neither of you would have it any different.

“I can’t throw this to you!”

Lake Chelan was beautiful on a summer’s day. The cool, blue-grey water glistened in the evening sun, dancing on the the small ripples of waves as they glossed over the surface. The trees surrounding it rustled in the warm breeze, leaves toppling off and floating down to the grassy ground where they lay surrounded by wild flowers and mounds of dew-dropped blades of emerald.

Both you and Optimus had first visited it when exploring the new Headquarter’s surroundings in Washington. Thankfully, it had been winter at the time, so the place had been empty enough that nobody noticed the thirty-two foot alien robot trekking through the trees with a human sitting on his right shoulder, and the two of you had been able to explore as thoroughly as possible. It must have been on the third trip to the lake that you’d stumbled - and quite literally at that. Optimus had tripped over a fallen log and barrelled straight through a rather large canopy of trees and bushes - across what you’d since dubbed your ‘secret hideaway’. It was a beautiful area of the lake which had seemed pretty undisturbed, housing all sorts of creatures that unfortunately ran as soon as Optimus came crashing through their home. It was overgrown, dotted with flowers which were all the colours of the rainbow, right next to the glittering lake, and it was utterly beautiful. Optimus had done his best to arrange all the trees and such back into the places they had previously been so that it would remain a secret to everybody but the both of you, and, so far, even after four or so years, neither of you had encountered anyone else in that part of the lake. 

Today was one of those rare days in which the Prime has been given a day off, along with many other men at NEST. It was what the humans called ‘Father’s Day’, and those who had children to return home to had been granted permission to do so. Optimus was no exception. He had bustled you into his truck and sped off towards Lake Chelan with absolutely no sign of hesitation, and the two of you had been there for six hours, now. The sun was beginning to set, casting a magnificent glow over the shining lake and painting a gorgeous canvas of reds and oranges and yellows in the clear sky. He doubted the both of you would get home at all tonight, if your complete lack of boredom had anything to say about it, but he couldn’t admit that he cared that much. He did not mind where he was, as long as he was with you, and you were happy. The moment he returned home, work and his duties would slap him right back in the face.

“Of course you can.”

“No, I can’t. This is Will’s ball, and I’m not gonna return it to him, completely squashed, with a crappy explanation like ‘I threw it to Optimus and he burst it’.” You gave the ‘Bot a look, hugging the blue blow-up ball to your chest, and Optimus chuckled. He was sat on the ground, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other was bent at the knee, and both arms braced on the grass behind him. He was the most relaxed he’d been in quite a while, and most stoic generals who marvelled at the Autobots every time they visited NEST would more than likely feel faint at one sight of the position the stern and battle-ready robot was currently in. 

He shook his head. “You over-estimate my strength,” he told you, and you scoffed.

“Nobody can over-estimate your strength.” You turned and threw the ball in the air. “We’ll have to find a bigger ball.”

“One that is not plastic.”

“And one that won’t burst at a slight touch of your finger.”

Optimus smiled. “We best get to searching once we return, then.”

You mirrored his smile, throwing the ball once again. A bird flew over you, followed by a couple of what you supposed to be its babies, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Optimus immediately moved his head, not fancying another case in which birds attempted to nest on him. Waking up with an itching feeling and reaching his hand up only to pull back in surprise when the ruffle of feathers and cacophony of chirping reached his audio receptors was not something he wanted to experience again. You had not stopped laughing for at least half an hour after while he sat, back resting against a tree, arms crossed over his chest and the most ill-tempered look on his face.

You threw the ball up once again and quickly clasped your hands together, bouncing it on your fists when gravity pulled it down. One of those hands immediately came up to clap over your mouth as the ball flew straight towards the Prime and hit him right in the optic. He made a shout of both surprise and discomfort, one of his flapping arms covering where it had hit. “Ow…”

“Optimus, I am soho sorry,” you apologised, though the giggles spilling from your mouth did not aid at all in moving that apology along the right path. “I didn’t- Ihihi didn’t mean to do thahat.” 

Optimus grumbled something in Cybertronian under his breath. “When do you ever…” he muttered.

You shrugged. “At least it wasn’t the birds.”

The ‘Bot narrowed his optics and immediately made to leap up after you, causing you to squeal, turn around and dive into the water. Optimus’s mood changed immediately and he frantically shook his head, leaning forward and making a grab for you, but you were already completely submerged. “Those are the only clothes we have with us, Y/N,” he lightly scolded as you reached the surface and gasped for air, hair plastered over your grinning face.

“I don’t care! The water’s warm!”

“That is what you said the last time before you proceeded to come down with the influenza.” He heaved a sigh and leaned back, seeing that there was nothing he could do now. If you suffered through another nasty sickness, then he couldn’t say he hadn’t tried to stop you. 

“I’m gonna swim to the other side,” you told him, and he rose an optic ridge.

“Are you, now?”

Biting your lip, you swam up to the edge of the lake and crossed your arms over on the grass, resting your chin on top of them. “Optimus,” you said, gaining a very sweet smile, “can I swim to the other side of the lake? Pretty please?”

The Prime smiled. “Yes, but be careful out there. If you drown, do not expect me to save you.” He winked, cobalt optics twinkling mischievously, and you laughed.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Before the Prime could question what exactly that meant, you were off. He shook his head fondly and gazed out across the lake, marvelling at the mountains in the distance as the slight wind breezed over him. His silent peace was swiftly interrupted, however, as he noticed an incoming call. Frowning, he accepted it quickly. “Optimus Prime,” he said as way of greeting, sitting up.

“Optimus, hi. It’s Ron. Ron Witwicky.” The ‘Bot visibly relaxed at that, having previously been worried that it may have been Ratchet or somebody back at Base, telling him he needed to return due to an emergency.

“Good evening, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “How may I help you?”

“Ah, I was just wondering if Y/N was anywhere nearby? I tried calling her mobile but she won’t answer.” Optimus glanced over at the backpack you’d thrown by a tree a little way off. No doubt your phone had been going off in there for a while, but when you were faced with nature - especially when you were with him - electronics no longer became a thing of existence to you.

“Yes, she is here, though…” He turned his head slightly, noticing how you were still splashing through the water. “I am afraid she is quite far out in the lake as of now.”

He heard Ron chuckle. “At Lake Chelan, are you?”

“We are, yes.” 

“Typical. Said she’d ring me this afternoon to wish me a Happy Father’s Day and it’s, what? Six pm, now?” He breathed a laugh, and Optimus could imagine him shaking his head fondly. “That girl, Optimus, I swear to God.”

The Prime smiled. “I apologise on her behalf, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “I shall remind her to call you once she gets back.”

“Yes, you do that, big guy. Tell her her dad’s been spending the day drinking beer and watching her mom’s channels on TV. Make her feel guilty.” 

Optimus threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, I will,” he said. “Where’s Sam?”

“With his girlfriend, I expect. He called in this morning, which was great, but it’s pretty tough not having a Father’s Day hug from my little girl for the first time ever.” Ron’s voice drifted off a little, and Optimus nodded to himself, completely understanding. You were, after all, his only daughter and youngest child. To have you living hours away from him must be extremely trying, for both you and your parents - and Sam, at that. Primus knew how difficult it was for him to cope when you had to leave to go back home and he knew that he would not see you for another few months. He could only imagine how your family felt.

“Of course,” he said understandingly, “though she will be visiting fairly soon, remember that. She misses you and her mother, also, as she does Sam. I am sorry it is proving hard for you.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry. She’s eighteen - I sometimes forget that’s how old she is - and she’s gotta go out and make her own way at some point, right? I’m damn happy she has you with her. If she didn’t… let me tell you, Optimus, both Judy and I would be worried sick. But the simple fact that you’re keeping an eye on her means the world to us.”

The Autobot smiled. “I assure you, Mister Witwicky, I am keeping both eyes on her. She is safe, and I’m sure it will give you great relief to know that she is very happy. She gets on tremendously well with the rest of the men, and, as you know, my ‘Bots are every bit as much her protectors as I am.”

“That means a lot, pal, thank you. It really does.”

“Hey, Optimus! There’re fish out here!” The Autobot glanced up as your voice echoed around the lake, and he smiled when he saw you out in the middle, treading water while you spun around, seemingly following the fish beneath you.

“See if you are quick enough to catch one for your dinner!” he called back, and if he was close enough he was positive he would have seen you roll your eyes. He heard chuckling on the other end of the line. “I assume you heard that?” he asked, and Ron’s laughter grew.

“I did, indeed. You wouldn’t think she was eighteen, would you?”

“No. She still has that flare of innocence and complete youthfulness that I remember seeing in her all those years ago.”

It was silent for a moment before the man spoke again. “We did good with her, didn’t we?” he said, and though Optimus sub-consciously frowned for a moment, wondering what he meant by ‘we’, he nodded.

“Yes,” he replied, “I believe we did.”

“You know, this is as much your Father’s Day as it is mine, Optimus.”

Ah. That must have been what he meant. Optics widening the smallest bit, he opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again and waiting a moment. “It… is?”

“Yeah, pal, of course. You’ve known her for as long as she can remember! You’re her guardian, her protector… she considers you her family. Hell, we all do. That kid wouldn’t be half the person she is today without your help, Optimus. You keep her out of trouble, both when she’s with you and when she’s here at home.” He paused for a second. “Do you remember that time she got so moody just because she missed you? She was fourteen, then.”

Optimus’s face softened as he immediately plunged back into some of the sweetest memories of his life. “I do,” he said. “Sam called me up and asked me to talk some sense into her, and I told her not to be upset on my account and to simply think about the fun we would have when she came to visit in the summer.”

“And she cheered right up,” Ron said, smile evident in his voice.

Optimus weakly shrugged. “Patience is not one of her strong suits.”

“Yeah, definitely not,” the man said with a laugh. “Look, what I’m trying to say here is… you are a father to her. Whether you like it or not, whether you meant for it to happen or not, you are, and you’re a pretty amazing one at that. I’m thankful for you, Optimus, really, I am. You’ve shone a light on our girl’s life that I would never have been able to put there alone. You devote a lot of your own life to her, even though you’re busy as hell, you reprimand her, praise her, look after her when she’s sick, teach her what’s right and wrong… sometimes I’m learning from you. You are what it means to be a father.”

Optimus was, quite honestly, a little lost for words. Of course, he had always seen himself as some sort of father-figure to you, but to hear your actual father say it himself meant more to him than he could ever have imagined. He’d always worried about it - about how much time he was spending with you compared to how much you were spending with Ron. Would he ever be jealous? Upset? Angry, even? That someone else had stepped into your life and was now sharing his role as father? He would never wish to take that away from either of you, but to completely give up this role would have been torture for him, so he hadn’t. And yet that thought had always been nagging in the back of his mind. Nevertheless, to hear that your father was, in fact, one hundred percent grateful and, in actuality, relieved for the support in raising you gave peace to his entire being.

A smile spread across his face, and he couldn’t help but sigh in what could only be relief. “I cannot explain in words what that means to me, Mister Witwicky. I hold what you have said very close to my spark, and I can only say that it is my absolute honour to be able to share this with you. I love helping in looking after your daughter, and I love her. More than I will ever be able to say. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing but my pleasure, Optimus, honestly. Who else can say they share fathering duties with an alien robot, huh?”

Optimus chuckled, turning his head to gaze out at the lake yet again and easily catching sight of you continuously diving under the water and resurfacing seconds later, apparently trying your luck at catching a fish. His smile widened. “Not many people, I would assume,” he said.

“She still swimming?”

“Yes, though I can call her back if you wish to speak with her now?”

“Oh, no, no. I want her to spend this day with at least one of her dads. I’ll call her later.”

The Prime nodded. “Alright. It was nice speaking with you.”

“And you. Happy Father’s Day, Optimus.”

Looking back across the lake once more, Optimus was surprised, to say the least, when he saw you splashing around in the water, a fish struggling in your hands. He rose an optic ridge, lost for words for a brief moment, before he blinked and shook his head, breathing a soft laugh.

Ah, the joys of fatherhood.

“Happy Father’s Day, Ron.”