javaquilava:

“Alright, it’s time to come clean—was your unit involved?”

koch43:

You can say this is slash fanfic, or not. Choose what you like.
What ever, “to ignore Jazz” definitely a BIG MISTAKE

I’m really digging this twist on the cereal shtick. Grimlock works perfectly for it.

Get it here at Ript. 18 hours left to snag this little piece of amazingness.

nyanswipe:

Merry Christmas.

It had taken some heckling to get Red Alert into the hat. And “some” of course meant “a lot.” It was silly and Red Alert wasn’t fond of the way it felt against his sensors, but Inferno was wearing a stupid bright red nose and Red Alert really stood no chance against that face with those antlers and that smile.

“Here ya go, Red,” Inferno grinned at the smaller mech, straightening the hat. Red Alert couldn’t do anything but shake his head and boop Inferno’s fake little nose before scampering off to put in his shift before the party-masquerading-as-a-social-gathering was set to start. 

Inferno had meant to stop by before to pick up Red Alert for the party, but it ended up being that he was actually the late one and didn’t show up until it was almost half over. He’d nearly tumbled through the doors in his excitement and haste to get there. Some of the crew chuckled and greeted him and he grinned back, but it was nothing compared to the smile that Red Alert, with his silly little hat all tilted to the side and no longer straight, sent him from the table with Prowl, Ratchet, Ironhide, and Jazz.

Red Alert couldn’t remember Inferno actually making his way across the room, but he could certainly remember the press of the red reindeer nose against his when he was suddenly hauled out of his chair and wrapped up in a kiss he hadn’t known he was waiting for. It wasn’t anything extravagant, mostly Red Alert’s fault since he couldn’t stop smiling and, even when they pulled back, Red Alert’s embarrassment couldn’t chase it away.

londonprophecy:

biorobo:

I……………………………..

the homo is strong here