Acronyms

Acronyms

I started using Tumblr to read Transformers things, so Transformers + Tumblr is linked in my head.  Most of my other fandoms were either on livejournal or fandom specific sites.  

So I’m strolling through blogs, clicking on whatever takes my fancy and I see an unfamiliar acronym in someone’s profile: ACAB

Now, since my brain says Tumblr=Transformers and it looks so much like AFAB/AMAB my brain’s first thought is: Assigned Car At Birth.

Rebel terms from the Functionalist era perhaps?

On today’s episode of “I wish I had made it a series instead of squishing all the stories into one” I am debating the best way to upload the next story in Secret Identity.  I have (planned, some mostly written) a further 6 (SIX!!) stories in that Universe.  Some will be long and have story arcs so I want to make them separate.  However!  However everything is going to be very out of order. 

There are two stories in between the end of the original story and Jazz meeting Prowl’s family.  Three stories in between that story and Racer to Racer & Best Friends.  Then, a final story to wrap it all up and, of course, a bunch of short oneshots just floating around in time.

Then there’s the strange and irrational fear that people won’t want to read it if it’s a series. 

Secret Baby!

“What’s that?”  A pair of small optics appeared over the edge of the table.

“Boring, grown-up stuff,” Hound said, quickly lifting the plasma cutter away from the edge and stuffing it back into his subspace. “Where’s Captain Impossible and his faithful sidekicks?  Weren’t you playing with them a few minutes ago?”  Jazz sniggered into his cube and leaned against the doorway.

“They recharging,” Siren said wisely.  “I wanna see!”  He tried to grab for something, but Beachcomber was faster, sweeping as much of it as he could out of reach.

“Jazz!  Jazz, your bitlet wants you!”

“Siren!” he called, walking forwards to grab him, still grinning.

“’m good, Ke-ator!” Siren hollered back, trying to get one short leg up onto the table so he could reach some of the instruments Beachcomber had missed in his sweep.

Self-care is going to Starbucks and buying sugar syrup with a drizzle of coffee, Target to buy a new Transformer toy and silly putty, and then going home to write fanfiction about Grimlock eating your coworkers.  Story to come.

As I type this, someone is reading and reviewing nearly every chapter of one of my fics.  Backwards.  What fierce joy is this?

Finished! :)