Made This So I Wouldnt Keep Checking My Hit Count.

Made this so I wouldn’t keep checking my hit count.

Snippet of my guilty pleasure fic:

The worst had come true –

They were coming.

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The whole story had started on Cybertron when Jazz had been barely an adult. 

Well, no, the whole story had started eons before Jazz was sparked, on a small scattering of space shuttles running out of fuel in the middle of deep space.

But for Jazz, it started one afternoon, on a remote Iacon Base, when he started to get hot.

It was Prowl’s fault that he was on the base to begin with.  Prowl had always been stupidly beautiful and ridiculously pretty, but lately…  He’d been wanting to act on those thoughts more and more.  Sure, he’d fantasized about shoving everything off Prowl’s desk and declaring “Do me instead!,” hadn’t everyone?  Two weeks ago however, he’d found himself carefully clearing off Prowl’s desk to do just that.  Prowl had looked at him strangely and then assumed it was another jab at him overworking himself.

So, Jazz had volunteered to go around and check all the other bases on the perimeter.  It was sort of fun, but he’d rather have stayed in the Main Iacon base and spent his evenings doing even more fun things, like annoying Prowl, talking to Prowl, and nudging Prowl to go do things with him.

Instead, he was crammed into a tiny bunk in a storage closet turned “visitor suite” writing up his reports.

He flipped over.  The cramped little room was so stuffy and hot!  Had they not connected the environmental controls to the closets?  He tried to stretch out and keep his plating from touching as much as possible, but the bunk was barely enough for him to fit on, much less stretch out.

He kept typing.

‘All bots seem to be following the code in accorancde with the precident set down by their previous leader –‘ they were all afts, but Doubleback had been one too until he’d been blown up, ‘- and no further actions are needed –‘ they aren’t going to change so just deal with it.

How the hell did I manage that?  

The wordcount is now EXACTLY 123,450. 

Updated ‘A Celebration of Consent’

“Hey, Optimus, don’ know if ya know, but me ‘n Prowl occasionally like to add a third?  We’d like to ask you if you’d be interested in that.”

Optimus, caught between surprise, disbelief, and a sip of energon, choked, squeaked, and coughed. Jazz leaned out of the way and cocked a brow as he tried to clear his intake.

“Okay then.  Prowl’s gonna hit on ya this evening at the party. Just wanted ta let ya know in case ya thought we was split or he was fraggin’ around.  If ya don’t want ta, just don’ flirt back.  See ya there!”

Finished! :)

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?