lex: Longarm Prime complete with noodly appendages. (NOODLE ARMS)
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Have a happy song~

Sometimes, when I'm in the shower and covered in soap suds, I pretend I'm Sunstreaker. Which inevitably leads to me thinking things like WILL THIS DRY SPOTTY, THIS HAD BETTER BE STREAK-FREE.

I was reading Post Secret and I found one in particular. It says, "The day I did not commit suicide (1/13/2007) is more important to me than my birthday (2/5/1971)". So I sent in an email saying, "My birthday is 1/13. Thank you. It's the best present I could ever hope for."

Last night I was lying on Sunstreaker's chest in an overgrown lot, counting contrails in the clear blue sky. The breeze was gentle and warm and it smelled of lilacs and sun-warmed dirt. Sideswipe danced circles around himself beside us, and Sunstreaker complained about getting fine dust in his joints.

Ally: omg do you remember that text about-- what was it, fuck-- it was like, AGENT BLURR, YOUR MISSION, SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, IS TO LOCATE AND EXPLOIT LONGARM PRIME'S EROGENOUS ZONES.


me: okay happy place
Ally: yes :( :(
me: SEEKERPILE
Ally: YES
me: ...SKYFIRE SNORING
Ally: OH GOD
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
me: :3
Ally: he needs to wake up to Skywarp sitting on his chest
poking him
me: omggggg yes
"You were rumbling."
"bwhat?"
"You. Making rumbles. While you recharged."
"...okay?"
"...Are you glitched?"