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This would be my first entry ever. Huh.
I guess I will start with some drabbles-disconnected sentences then.
Was this what they called love? This feeling, this addiction of flying/ soaring without wings?
He couldn't fly, but even before he became Optimus he has been fascinated. He wanted to be there, feeling the air rush over his sensors, the currents on his armor panels. When other mechs had thinly disguised contempt for war builds, he had only awe, only sheer curiosity and want.
Separate Drabble here...
He stared at the ruined building, an empty twitching shell. Embers still smoldered between the foundation's ribcage, almost like a fading glow of a spark. There were memories here, encased in these shriveled bones. Memories of happier times and smiling faces, of life and loved ones, of hope and healing. Now they were buried by the shattered spires of despair, and loneliness, and the anger still burning amongst the twisted metal.
He sat there, stasis-still, as the city burned. The flickering light of the explosions was reflected in his optics, a burnt out bitter tableau of the lost.
His life was over, all of his past measured in offline chassis and broken dreaming. His life was over, all needs met, replaced by the deep aching numbness.
...I actually dont even know who this is. Possibly Bluestreak.
Hokay. I think that I am just going to copy my deviantart introdiction journal in here. to save time and shtuffs if anyone is actually curious about me. Which you arent.
Here is stuff that you should know. Look at it, read it, and by all gods everywhere remember it. Yeesss.
-Iam an overly dramatic weirdo. If you have this in common with me,
prepare to get along great. Or mostly great, because I am weird even
among weirdos.
-I am a choir geek in addition to being a regular
geek. I have very wide musical tastes, and when I put my ideal Ipod on
shuffle there is rock, rap, classical, electronic... really, anything
except country and some obnoxious pop. And I would like to state, for
the record, that I listened to and loved Adele before Rolling in the
Deep.
-Unless you know me in real life or I decide that I know you
enough to trust you with my name, You(oh nameless
probably-soon-to-be-friend-o-mine) don't get my real name. However, if
you are smart or psychic enough to magically guess it, you have free
rein. Is it free rein? Or free reign? Whatever, no one gets free reign
over me, not even my parental units or hypothetical boss. 'Tis always
stipulated in my nonexistent contract.
-I am such a noob to this site and I fail at everything.
Even emotocons confuse me.
-I am lazy and I never end up finishing anything. Many fantastic sketches lay unresolved
in my ever-present sketchbook that will never get posted here.
-For
all internet creepers or just plain curious people out there, I am way
younger than you think. The only tip that you will get is that I am in
high school. And this hell called Public interaction and
homework, accounts for much of my internet
inactivity. And for all internet creepers out there, I have
overprotective parents and I once broke a fencing sword with only my
shoulder. Also, I have three dogs and one of them bites people.
- I love hats. Almost all kinds, especially fedoras. Styling? Oh, you know it.
-Iam OCD about internet typos despite making many of them myself. Sigh.
Also, I fail at other languages. I have attempted to attempt at several,
and yet I absorb approximately three words and my mind jettisons
everything else. Example? Years of Spanish and I don't even remember the
colors.
-I like fanfiction and am branching out to read more fandoms besides X-Men and transformers.
-The vast list of things that I am fangirlishly weird about include
*Transformers.
Many characters in Transformers. From both factions. I am hardcore
neither, and even some of my characters are wishy-washy.
*Bones
*Battlestar Galactica
*Many much webcomics, including the almighty Goblins, Hanna is not a
Boy's Name, Dresden Cloak, and many more special snowflakes.
*My vunderbar friend sengawolf is very persuasive. Anything that she is
addicted to, odds are that I will probably end up hooked to an IV line
to them. Because I can't get enough, and random manga and random things
and random inside jokes are more addicting then any "real" drug out
there.
*Team Fortress 2. Blame sengawolf.
*minorly, the Matrix.
*X-Men.
I have comics of this. Original ones. Old ones. Myyyy precious....
X-Men First Class is love. Pure, concentrated, Buckets of it. X-Men Evo
was my former true love/incurable obsession before Transformers.
* I
like most comics. Includes Invincible, Captain America, Spiderman,
Batman, X-statix, Exiles, ...I do love my mutants. Other thoughts- the
vast majority of superhero movies are doomed to suck, with some notable
exceptions, (see below) and Thor is a prick and I hate him. That is all.
*Xmen First class, Captain America, and the Dark knight.
*How
To Train Your Dragon. Toothless is love, and some of the fanfic out
there is so amazing it lacks a description to tell how amazing it is.
*The Old Spice Guy. I don't think that this needs explanation. Monocle Smile.
*Much
fanfic in general. I don’t actually write much, and what I do isn’t
posted, but on fanfiction my username is bramble Girl. and my deviantart is bRamble-r (I am so
creative, yes, I know.) I will edit your stuff if you ask nicely and my
life cooperates. For some weird reason that never occurs to me, almost
all of my favorites on ff have soppy romance in them, but in real life it just
creeps me the frak out. There goes my street cred. I
tend to favorite long, well written things, and sadly, most of that is
romance.
It really makes me sad that this cruddy journal is longer than any of my current fanfic projects. Ego-centric? I think so.
I should be doing other things right now. You know, the ones that most of
the world judges productive, like homework, errands, and chores. I
shall now do so.
Signing off, zhe vunderbar Me.
I guess I will start with some drabbles-disconnected sentences then.
Was this what they called love? This feeling, this addiction of flying/ soaring without wings?
He couldn't fly, but even before he became Optimus he has been fascinated. He wanted to be there, feeling the air rush over his sensors, the currents on his armor panels. When other mechs had thinly disguised contempt for war builds, he had only awe, only sheer curiosity and want.
Separate Drabble here...
He stared at the ruined building, an empty twitching shell. Embers still smoldered between the foundation's ribcage, almost like a fading glow of a spark. There were memories here, encased in these shriveled bones. Memories of happier times and smiling faces, of life and loved ones, of hope and healing. Now they were buried by the shattered spires of despair, and loneliness, and the anger still burning amongst the twisted metal.
He sat there, stasis-still, as the city burned. The flickering light of the explosions was reflected in his optics, a burnt out bitter tableau of the lost.
His life was over, all of his past measured in offline chassis and broken dreaming. His life was over, all needs met, replaced by the deep aching numbness.
...I actually dont even know who this is. Possibly Bluestreak.
Hokay. I think that I am just going to copy my deviantart introdiction journal in here. to save time and shtuffs if anyone is actually curious about me. Which you arent.
Here is stuff that you should know. Look at it, read it, and by all gods everywhere remember it. Yeesss.
-Iam an overly dramatic weirdo. If you have this in common with me,
prepare to get along great. Or mostly great, because I am weird even
among weirdos.
-I am a choir geek in addition to being a regular
geek. I have very wide musical tastes, and when I put my ideal Ipod on
shuffle there is rock, rap, classical, electronic... really, anything
except country and some obnoxious pop. And I would like to state, for
the record, that I listened to and loved Adele before Rolling in the
Deep.
-Unless you know me in real life or I decide that I know you
enough to trust you with my name, You(oh nameless
probably-soon-to-be-friend-o-mine) don't get my real name. However, if
you are smart or psychic enough to magically guess it, you have free
rein. Is it free rein? Or free reign? Whatever, no one gets free reign
over me, not even my parental units or hypothetical boss. 'Tis always
stipulated in my nonexistent contract.
-I am such a noob to this site and I fail at everything.
Even emotocons confuse me.
-I am lazy and I never end up finishing anything. Many fantastic sketches lay unresolved
in my ever-present sketchbook that will never get posted here.
-For
all internet creepers or just plain curious people out there, I am way
younger than you think. The only tip that you will get is that I am in
high school. And this hell called Public interaction and
homework, accounts for much of my internet
inactivity. And for all internet creepers out there, I have
overprotective parents and I once broke a fencing sword with only my
shoulder. Also, I have three dogs and one of them bites people.
- I love hats. Almost all kinds, especially fedoras. Styling? Oh, you know it.
-Iam OCD about internet typos despite making many of them myself. Sigh.
Also, I fail at other languages. I have attempted to attempt at several,
and yet I absorb approximately three words and my mind jettisons
everything else. Example? Years of Spanish and I don't even remember the
colors.
-I like fanfiction and am branching out to read more fandoms besides X-Men and transformers.
-The vast list of things that I am fangirlishly weird about include
*Transformers.
Many characters in Transformers. From both factions. I am hardcore
neither, and even some of my characters are wishy-washy.
*Bones
*Battlestar Galactica
*Many much webcomics, including the almighty Goblins, Hanna is not a
Boy's Name, Dresden Cloak, and many more special snowflakes.
*My vunderbar friend sengawolf is very persuasive. Anything that she is
addicted to, odds are that I will probably end up hooked to an IV line
to them. Because I can't get enough, and random manga and random things
and random inside jokes are more addicting then any "real" drug out
there.
*Team Fortress 2. Blame sengawolf.
*minorly, the Matrix.
*X-Men.
I have comics of this. Original ones. Old ones. Myyyy precious....
X-Men First Class is love. Pure, concentrated, Buckets of it. X-Men Evo
was my former true love/incurable obsession before Transformers.
* I
like most comics. Includes Invincible, Captain America, Spiderman,
Batman, X-statix, Exiles, ...I do love my mutants. Other thoughts- the
vast majority of superhero movies are doomed to suck, with some notable
exceptions, (see below) and Thor is a prick and I hate him. That is all.
*Xmen First class, Captain America, and the Dark knight.
*How
To Train Your Dragon. Toothless is love, and some of the fanfic out
there is so amazing it lacks a description to tell how amazing it is.
*The Old Spice Guy. I don't think that this needs explanation. Monocle Smile.
*Much
fanfic in general. I don’t actually write much, and what I do isn’t
posted, but on fanfiction my username is bramble Girl. and my deviantart is bRamble-r (I am so
creative, yes, I know.) I will edit your stuff if you ask nicely and my
life cooperates. For some weird reason that never occurs to me, almost
all of my favorites on ff have soppy romance in them, but in real life it just
creeps me the frak out. There goes my street cred. I
tend to favorite long, well written things, and sadly, most of that is
romance.
It really makes me sad that this cruddy journal is longer than any of my current fanfic projects. Ego-centric? I think so.
I should be doing other things right now. You know, the ones that most of
the world judges productive, like homework, errands, and chores. I
shall now do so.
Signing off, zhe vunderbar Me.