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  <title>The Exclamation Point</title>
  <subtitle>AKA, the Dot Dot Dot</subtitle>
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    <name>locoexclaimer</name>
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  <updated>2009-08-24T14:49:18Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:9979</id>
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    <title>Rules to Live By</title>
    <published>2009-08-24T14:48:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-24T14:49:18Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>Little Black Backpack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;1. Always wear a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dress nicely, but with an air of &amp;quot;I didn't look at this while throwing it on&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be nice to everyone. It's better to make a friend than an enemy; the less enemies you have, the less people are trying to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn to let things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh at yourself! If not even you're laughing at you, you obviously aren't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't go to bed angry. You'll regret it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch old cartoons. You'll enjoy them, they're a good waste of time, and they're great conversation starters when you meet someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Always be the first to say you're sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Never judge someone by first impressions. Give them at least three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Know simple math.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:9472</id>
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    <title>Just wonderin'...</title>
    <published>2009-08-05T19:53:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-05T19:53:55Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
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    <lj:music>Pursuit ~ Cornered - Phoenix Wright OST</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Hey, some guy or another here knows &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_spotlight_noa' lj:user='spotlight_noa' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://spotlight-noa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://spotlight-noa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spotlight_noa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, yeah? Anybody know what happened to him? I've been trying to get a hold of him, but to no avail.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:9454</id>
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    <title>So, um....... how's the weather?</title>
    <published>2009-06-13T15:55:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-13T15:59:14Z</updated>
    <category term="miscellaneous findings"/>
    <category term="transformers movie 2007"/>
    <category term="transformers"/>
    <category term="transformers animated"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="ranting and raving"/>
    <category term="phoenix wright"/>
    <category term="youtube"/>
    <lj:music>Mamboleo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note that I'm still alive. Nothing big's been going on and since I stopped posting my fanfiction here, I don't really have a whole lot to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, scratch that. I can think of a lot to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, TFA S3: The Official &amp;quot;This Is Bullshit&amp;quot; Edition Recap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly, jailbait!Sari. Just as rage-tastic as we all knew it would be. She turned into a gigantic Mary-Sue, and isn't it nice how Wyatt used the convenient excuse of the show ending to avoid having to explain her origins? Don't you just love how she took over the entire damn show and practically obliterated Wreck-Gar's second appearance? And isn't it just fragging &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; how she &lt;em&gt;stabbed Bumblebee in the freakin gut&lt;/em&gt; and felt no remorse for it? Especially since she didn't even have the decency to &lt;em&gt;pretend&lt;/em&gt; she was sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beyond that. Being one of maybe three people in the entire world that didn't fangasm just because a stupid reference was made or someone made a cameo, I will say this; just about the only accurate one was Tracks. I don't like Tracks one bit, don't get me wrong, but that just made me laugh out loud. And it was 100% IC, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the subject of pointless cameos, am I the only one that noticed that Perceptor was a creepy computer text reader and Wheeljack had no lines? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why did Wyatt ruin Wasp into Waspinator and ditch both him and Blackarachnia &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; to make a half-afted Beast Wars reference? I mean damn, this is just stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Blurr, Prowl, and Starscream. You know what I'm talking about. I just love how Wyatt promised us only one character death, and somehow we ended up with &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, seriously, how much fail do you have to be? Especially since Prowl only died so Razzle-Smazzle could take his place. How dare that failure at life call himself Jazz?&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.x.X.x.X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so. Now that I'm done raging about that, something happier about something crappier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, turns out I really like Movie 2007 Wheelie, after seeing the clip of him from YouTube.. Awesome voice (Tom Kenny), which sounds like a combination of TFA Wasp and Spongebob Squarepants (both also voiced by Tom Kenny). I love his attitude. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, have the clip: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYQxuK_E0lY&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;Wheelie in Revenge of The Failures, AKA Movie 2009. Enjoy.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny little monster, isn't he? I can't help but like him. He looks more like Frenzy than most of the other robots, and thank God, he doesn't rhyme his sentences. Don't care much about Movie 2007 ships, so who to put him with, I don't really care, but he is a funny little glitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.x.X.x.X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, since you were all so nice about my rantings and ravings, have this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=updJOmYzDT0"&gt;It's Phoenix Wright Mamboleo.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:9103</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Gamer's Choice</title>
    <published>2009-04-13T16:43:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-13T16:43:28Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <lj:music>20 Dollar Nosebleed - Fallout Boy</lj:music>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your favorite old-school video game? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_2hated2care' lj:user='2hated2care' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2hated2care.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://2hated2care.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;2hated2care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=857'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=857"&gt;View 505 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Whoa, how am I supposed to pick that? Umm... I guess MegaMan Legends for the PSone, or perhaps Pokemon Red for the Gameboy Color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can remember all the way back when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, sorry for the long dissappearance. Messages overwhelm, and not many people on LiveJournal are even worth talking to. But I'm back, at least for now. And so sorry for the vanishing act.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:8755</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Big Debates</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T18:37:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T18:37:52Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry</lj:music>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you think stem cell research is good, bad, or dangerous? Should it be funded by the government?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_srkfanatic15' lj:user='srkfanatic15' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://srkfanatic15.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://srkfanatic15.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;srkfanatic15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=818'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=818"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&amp;quot;How long was in there for?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, about five minutes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Why aren't we funding this?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:8471</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Divided Self</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T18:18:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T18:18:56Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race - Fallout Boy</lj:music>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you behave differently online than you do in real life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_tinysaur' lj:user='tinysaur' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tinysaur.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tinysaur.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tinysaur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=820'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=820"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Well, for starters, I randomly shout at people online. xD Well, I think mostly the difference is that I have more time to think about what I'm saying, and find it easier to talk to new people. Other than that, I don't really behave much differently. I think the way I behave is defined more by who I'm around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:8193</id>
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    <title>Possible Blurr?????</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T12:37:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T12:37:29Z</updated>
    <category term="transformers animated"/>
    <category term="transformers"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>I'm feeling SUPER! Thanks for asking!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;So I was just on DA, searching for Blurr, and found a link to THIS: &lt;a href="http://derrickjwyatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-back-now-spoilers-ahead.html"&gt;http://derrickjwyatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-back-now-spoilers-ahead.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:7933</id>
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    <title>Oh, great. Well, sick leave.</title>
    <published>2009-03-18T20:57:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-18T20:57:56Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>Love Story - Taylor Swift</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I'm finally back, guys. Sorry for being gone so long... I got the flu, and only just recently got better. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to be back though.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:7471</id>
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    <title>TFA Season Three</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T23:26:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-19T23:28:06Z</updated>
    <category term="transformers animated"/>
    <category term="transformers"/>
    <category term="life&amp;apos;s shit"/>
    <lj:music>Lose My Soul - TobyMac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;The official &amp;quot;This Is Bullshit&amp;quot; edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below the cut, image-heavy and spoiler-heavy. Don't click if you don't want spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teenage Sari. Let's review that sentence, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage.&lt;br /&gt;Sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First sign that this is going to be the worst thing since headaches were invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to that cute little eight-year-old spaz we met in the first season?! They put about eight years and two bagsful of Sue onto her, and if that wasn't enough, they can't even decide whether or not they want to give her pigtails! Observe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000hfgt/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="294" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000hfgt/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it! Just- look at it! It's like some brain-dead little fangirl-brat got to decide what happened next! What the hell are we doing in the future?!&lt;br /&gt;Frag, those wannabe pigtails are ugly. Even the fandesigns that were clearly just made for the breasts were done better! This is awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is pray to God that it's just the type of episode they do in every cartoon, where such-and-such character goes to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, can you say &amp;quot;everybody's Sue&amp;quot;? This is going to go from a handful of &amp;quot;GIANT SPACE ROBOTS THEY CAN'T BE PEDOPHILES LOLOLOLOLOL&amp;quot; fangirls desprate to ship Starscream with a human girl, and &amp;quot;LOL THEY CAN'T BE&amp;nbsp;JUST FRIENDS!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;fangirls&amp;nbsp;desprate to ship Bumblebee with a human&amp;nbsp;girl,&amp;nbsp;to half the fandom that will be infinitely grateful to have a cannon teenage chick so they can pretend they aren't using Sues!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point two.&lt;br /&gt;Human TFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe, once more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000ks4w/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="132" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000ks4w/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That monstrosity, good friends, is supposedly Bumblebee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read that right. Y'know what? Go back and read it once more for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;That's Bumblebee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is this!? This is &lt;em&gt;Transformers&lt;/em&gt;, remember? As in, giant transforming alien robots from a planet far far away? As in, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; freaking teenage kids&lt;/em&gt;?! This is sickening! At first, I was upset that season three would be the last. But now that it's turning into one giant badfic, I'm just glad that soon it will be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more to be ranted about, I suppose, but I just don't feel like raging that hard today.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:7377</id>
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    <title>Happy Valentine's! And guess what? Trotting.</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T14:50:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-19T14:50:50Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="horses"/>
    <lj:music>Gotta Be Somebody - Nickleback</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Happy Valentine's guys! Sorry I didn't say so on the holiday itself, but meh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;On the plus side, I got TFA Blurr and Grimlock! That's two more figures in my collection!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;So anyway, as you probably know, I've been taking horseback riding lessons. This is my fifth half-hour (third lesson, but we're buying by the half-hour), and already, I'm beginning to try my hand at trotting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;My butt and legs are so sore! I just can't seem to keep a good hold on the horse. My teacher has been telling me what to do, so I suppose it only takes practice. But every time the horse takes a stride, I end up bouncing about an inch off her back! Still, I never fell off, and I suppose that's a definite good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Walking is easy, but trotting is definitely going to take some practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:6732</id>
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    <title>Character Meme</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T16:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T16:31:45Z</updated>
    <category term="quiz / meme"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Stole this little meme from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fathermulcahy' lj:user='fathermulcahy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fathermulcahy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://fathermulcahy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fathermulcahy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone has a character they feel connected to, whether it be in a book, movie, show or video game. But how do others perceive you? Have your f-list tell you a character they see you as, and maybe even explain why.&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:6422</id>
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    <title>Stuff just bites you in the ass, huh?</title>
    <published>2009-02-05T23:43:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-05T23:43:26Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="life&amp;apos;s shit"/>
    <lj:music>Momentum - TobyMac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;So yup, I posted that Spike/Bee fic. Some of you probably saw the resulting argument at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she put a rant about it on &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fanficrants' lj:user='fanficrants' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fanficrants/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fanficrants/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fanficrants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;, talking about how I'm a crabby&amp;nbsp;ficcer who doesn't put thought into her fics, ALL BECAUSE I HAVE BUMBLEBEE AND WHEELJACK EATING A MOONPIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can clearly see a bad rep in my immediate future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a bad mood, I'll say that, and that I'm sorry for it. I got a bit snippy, and told her it was just fanfiction. (Ugh - I cannot &lt;em&gt;believe &lt;/em&gt;I pulled the &amp;quot;it's just fanfiction&amp;quot; excuse. I hate myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up a reply there. But I'm still upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good mood = ruined.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:6244</id>
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    <title>New Transformers Communites</title>
    <published>2009-02-05T22:45:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-05T22:45:16Z</updated>
    <category term="transformers"/>
    <category term="communities"/>
    <category term="transformers g1"/>
    <lj:music>So Tired - Jay McCarrol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! Just droppin by to spam up your friends pages. &lt;br /&gt;So, I started up two new communities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my end, I started up a community for Soundwave x Jazz: &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_jazzwave' lj:user='jazzwave' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/jazzwave/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/jazzwave/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jazzwave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a community for love of Sounwave x Jazz, or either of them seprate. Post fics, art, whatever you like, as long as it's related. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we have: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/tf_towers/profile"&gt;&lt;img height="16" alt="[info]" width="16" style="border-right: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-top: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" src="http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/tf_towers/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tf_towers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly my most ridiculous idea yet, the concept is that you take all the TF figures you have, and stack them into a giant tower. Easy right? Not once you try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of compiling a list of TF communities for everyone. What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:6103</id>
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    <title>MoonPie - Spike x Bumblebee, Wheeljack</title>
    <published>2009-01-29T16:08:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T16:08:58Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction: transformers"/>
    <category term="transformers"/>
    <category term="transformers g1"/>
    <lj:music>Come Clean - Hillary Duff</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;A quick oneshot made for my good friend, Atlas*White. She asked for something involving Spike x Bumblebee and a MoonPie, and, well, this is what she got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;MoonPie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Author: Loco Exclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Series: Transformers G1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Rating: PG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Characters/Couples: Spike x Bumblebee, Wheeljack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Description: It's supposed to be a good thing to share what you have with others. But between cultures, there's can be slight miscommunications, and Wheeljack still doesn't quite get Earth culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What is that you&amp;rsquo;re eating, Spike?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Spike paused to look up at his robot friend, a small round treat in his hands. &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s a MoonPie &amp;ndash; I guess they wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have those on Cybertron, huh?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Bumblebee shook his head. &amp;ldquo;What is it?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Here, why don&amp;rsquo;t you try one?&amp;rdquo; He pulled another from the box in front of himself and unwrapped it. He then offered it to Bumblebee, who leaned forward and took a small bite.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s good!&amp;rdquo; He said, almost surprised. &amp;ldquo;We don&amp;rsquo;t have a lot of treats like this back on Cybertron. You eat what you need, and most of the cheaper kinds taste pretty similar.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;That stinks. Want some more?&amp;rdquo; The human offered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Please!&amp;rdquo; Came the enthusiastic reply. He didn&amp;rsquo;t bother to take it from Spike&amp;rsquo;s hand, and the human chuckled and stole a quick kiss before Bumblebee could take another bite.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey guys! What&amp;rsquo;s this?&amp;rdquo; Spike glanced over to see Wheeljack standing in the doorway, and gave a smile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Wheeljack. We were just having some MoonPies &amp;ndash; want some?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;lsquo;MoonPie&amp;rsquo;? Whassat?&amp;rdquo; Wheeljack asked curiously, coming closer to peer at the box.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s kind of like a cookie. Here, try it.&amp;rdquo; He pulled another out of the box, Bumblebee being done with his by now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;They&amp;rsquo;re really good.&amp;rdquo; Bumblebee added. Wheeljack took it with interest, before lowering his facemask to take a bite. His face lit up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;They&amp;rsquo;re delicious!&amp;rdquo; He said, taking one more bite before re-wrapping the other half. &amp;ldquo;They must&amp;rsquo;ve been expensive&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, you can have all of it.&amp;rdquo; Spike insisted, and was about to explain that such treats were much more common on Earth when he was interrupted by the enthusiastic engineer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Really? Thanks! I know just what I&amp;rsquo;m going to do with it, too!&amp;rdquo; Wheeljack proclaimed, extremely pleased. He then turned on his heel and strode away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;lsquo;What I&amp;rsquo;m going to do with it&amp;rsquo;?&amp;rdquo; Bumblebee contemplated, the other Autobot being too far away by now to hear. &amp;ldquo;What do you think he meant by that?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I dunno,&amp;rdquo; Spike answered nervously. &amp;ldquo;Knowing Wheeljack, something explosive.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;There was a brief silence before they resumed their conversation, focusing mainly on the differences between Cybertron and Earth and debating what the best flavour of MoonPie was. Spike insisted nothing could beat the original, while Bumblebee stood fast behind chocolate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;They probably wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have noticed the smoke if it wasn&amp;rsquo;t for the explosion preceding it, and the fire alarms going off on the other end of the base.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Gah!&amp;rdquo; Bumblebee yelped, surprised. &amp;ldquo;What the heck-&amp;ldquo; The two of them ran down the hall to Wheeljack&amp;rsquo;s lab, which by now was quite on fire.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wheeljack! What were you &lt;i&gt;doing&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;rdquo; Spike asked, staring at the blaze.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Trying to duplicate the MoonPie, honestly.&amp;rdquo; Wheeljack admitted sheepishly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You don&amp;rsquo;t need to &lt;i&gt;duplicate&lt;/i&gt; it, Wheeljack,&amp;rdquo; The human explained exasperatedly. &amp;ldquo;You can buy a box at the store for two dollars!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh.&amp;rdquo; Wheeljack stayed silent for a moment before pulling out a slightly singed, but otherwise unharmed, plastic package. &amp;ldquo;On the plus side, at least I saved the MoonPie.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Spike really couldn&amp;rsquo;t find anything to say to that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:5700</id>
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    <title>Epic.</title>
    <published>2009-01-20T22:42:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-20T22:42:14Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>Atmosphere - TobyMac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;So I went shopping yesterday, and got a TFA Snarl figure. Got some stuff for a Maggey Byrde cosplay. Got a swan figure for my sis. Found a TFA Swindle figure for my sis. Got an awesome black mug, with the word &amp;quot;Epic&amp;quot; in white text across the side. Got home. Didn't even make it inside the house. Dropped the damn mug. The damn mug broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Not as planned. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:5406</id>
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    <title>A Bet - Prowl x Bumblebee</title>
    <published>2009-01-20T21:02:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-20T21:04:27Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction: transformers"/>
    <category term="transformers animated"/>
    <category term="transformers"/>
    <lj:music>Atmosphere - TobyMac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Prowl x Bumblebee fluff, another oneshot. Made for my own prompt on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_tfic_contest' lj:user='tfic_contest' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/tfic_contest/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/tfic_contest/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tfic_contest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;That comm is fail.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;A Bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Author: Loco Exclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Series: Transformers Animated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Rating: PG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Characters/Couples: Prowl x Bumblebee, Sari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Description: Bumblebee and Sari make a bet - if he can beat her at her favourite video game, she'll clean his room and do all his chores for a week. But what if she wins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hah! Get ready to lose, Bumblebee!&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;In your dreams!&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Sari and Bumblebee sat side by side, staring intently at the screen before them, each holding a controller. The word &amp;ldquo;go&amp;rdquo; flashed across the screen in bright green, and the game began. Each was mashing buttons like there was no tomorrow; it looked like they were about to break their controllers to Prowl, who was watching with interest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He&amp;rsquo;d only caught the tail end of their conversation, but apparently they&amp;rsquo;d made some kind of a bet. He&amp;rsquo;d only been able to pry what Bumblebee would get should he win &amp;ndash; Sari would clean his room and do all his chores for a week. When asked what she would get should she win (and he couldn&amp;rsquo;t &lt;i&gt;begin&lt;/i&gt; to imagine what would be worth offering to clean Bumblebee&amp;rsquo;s filthy mess of a room), Sari started snickering.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey! You&amp;rsquo;re cheating!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I &lt;i&gt;can&amp;rsquo;t&lt;/i&gt; cheat, it&amp;rsquo;s a video game.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Prowl chuckled to himself. Out loud, he told Bumblebee to slow down before taking hard turns. Secretly, he half-hoped Sari would win, if only to find out what her half of the bet was.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hah! Beat that!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You haven&amp;rsquo;t won yet!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Who was winning, he could hardly tell &amp;ndash; they were switching places faster than he could keep up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Almost!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;But not quite!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Finally, the race was over. The places popped up onscreen, and Prowl looked over with curiosity. He was about to ask who had won, when Sari leapt out of her seat and pumped her fist. &amp;ldquo;Yes!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He chuckled, glancing at Bumblebee, who was staring at the screen with mouth agape. &amp;ldquo;B-but- no, no, that&amp;rsquo;s not possible!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What did you win?&amp;rdquo; Prowl asked, turning to Sari. She grinned at Bumblebee.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Care to tell him?&amp;rdquo; She asked, a bit more smug than was absolutely necessary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He gave her a pitiful look, optics wide. &amp;ldquo;Aw, c&amp;rsquo;mon Sari&amp;hellip; you aren&amp;rsquo;t &lt;i&gt;serious&lt;/i&gt;, are you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Just as much so as you.&amp;rdquo; She said pointedly. &amp;ldquo;Go on.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He frowned, offering a silent plea for pity. When his puppy-dog eyes failed to work, he let out a resigned sigh and turned to Prowl. &amp;ldquo;Ah, yeah&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; Prowl asked, raising an optic ridge. &amp;ldquo;What, exactly, are you supposed to do?&amp;rdquo; &lt;i&gt;His faceplate is turning red&amp;hellip; is that a bad sign?&lt;/i&gt; He wondered warily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hurry up, Bumblebee!&amp;rdquo; Sari prompted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Faceplate still bright red, Bumblebee leaned forward until his lips touched Prowl&amp;rsquo;s, causing the ninja to jump slightly, his optics widening behind his sunglasses. &amp;ldquo;B-Bumblebee?&amp;rdquo; In the background, he could hear Sari laughing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Still blushing, Bumblebee tried to pull away, but Prowl put his servos on the younger bot&amp;rsquo;s shoulders, pulling him closer to return the kiss. This time it was Bumblebee&amp;rsquo;s turn to look surprised, stiffening in Prowl&amp;rsquo;s grip. But before a moment had past, he had melted into the kiss, leaning into it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;When they finally pulled away, Prowl let his servos drop to his sides, his expression unreadable until a small grin formed on his faceplate. &amp;ldquo;All things considered,&amp;rdquo; He said, looking down at Bumblebee. &amp;ldquo;Not a bad loss.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:5122</id>
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    <title>Go On and Say It (30 Romances #1) - Sentinel x Elita</title>
    <published>2009-01-16T23:07:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-16T23:07:02Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction: transformers"/>
    <category term="transformers animated"/>
    <category term="transformers"/>
    <lj:music>Hush Little Baby (Irene) - TobyMac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;More Sentinel x Elita. My first prompt for the 30_romances community, &amp;quot;cold feet&amp;quot;. All of the prompts will connect chronologically into one long story. And don't worry, he'll get her in #2. ;3 Hope you enjoy~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go On and Say It (#1 Cold Feet)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Loco Exclaimer&lt;br /&gt;Series: Transformers Animated&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Characters/Couples: Optimus, Sentinel x Elita&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: All characters, locations, and et cetera are property of Hasbro. I claim rights to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Description: Sentinel tries to confess his love for Elita, but his plans almost never go well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Breathe. One&amp;hellip; two&amp;hellip; three. In, out. You can do this, Sentinel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or at least, that was what he told himself. On the outside, he was shaking like a leaf in the wind, trying to keep from debating with himself about whether he should wait or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes&amp;hellip; no. Yes&amp;hellip; no. Yes, this is it, I&amp;rsquo;m going to say it, she&amp;rsquo;s going to be thrilled. No, I&amp;rsquo;m not going to say it, she&amp;rsquo;d laugh in my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hello there, Sentinel.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The blue Autobot let out a yelp and whirled around, frowning when he saw Optimus standing before him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Optimus. Could you, uh, come back later?&amp;quot; He said unsubtly. &amp;quot;I&amp;rsquo;m kind of busy, at the moment.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Optimus raised an optic ridge and grinned. &amp;quot;You&amp;rsquo;re going to try to tell Elita you like her, aren&amp;rsquo;t you?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How did you&amp;mdash;ugh. So what if I am?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You should probably do it now.&amp;quot; Optimus leaned closer. &amp;quot;She&amp;rsquo;s coming this way.&amp;quot; With a less-than-helpful smirk and thumbs-up, he hurried away, leaving Sentinel to turn to the object of his affections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sentinel. What&amp;rsquo;s up?&amp;quot; Elita gave a winning smile, and every ounce of courage he&amp;rsquo;d built up drained right out of his feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Not much.&amp;quot; He said, words coming out of his mouth before they&amp;rsquo;d even fully completed their rounds in his processor. &amp;quot;Just wondering if you&amp;rsquo;d like to come to lunch with me and Optimus? I&amp;rsquo;ll pay.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sure!&amp;quot; She said happily. &amp;quot;Just let me go put this away.&amp;quot; She gestured with the weapon she was holding before turning and walking off, leaving Sentinel to wonder what had just happened. When it finally processed, he sighed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Damnit.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Lovely.</title>
    <published>2009-01-14T23:06:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-14T23:31:50Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>Gone - TobyMac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You'll never guess what I've got - Gingivitus. Apparently, all I need to do to get rid of it is just take really good care of my teeth, but I just keep forgetting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get into the habit of brushing in the morning. Mom needs to buy some more toothpaste. And that mouthwash. And I need to start flossing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My detal hygene is lousy.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:4766</id>
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    <title>WinterJam 2009!!!!</title>
    <published>2009-01-09T14:10:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T14:10:41Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="concert"/>
    <lj:music>Toby Mac - Lose My Soul</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOSH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEI! I totally went to WinterJam 2009, and it was &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;! The performance was fantastic, the music was wonderful, and afterwards, I got a photo with everyone and everyone's autograph except a couple people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The singers and speakers were Stephanie Smith, pureNRG, Francesca Battistelli, Kim Deardorff, Tony Nolan, Brandon Heath, NewSong, Hawk Nelson, and, of course, tobyMac! I didn't get Stephanie Smith's autograph, or NewSong, tobyMac himself, or pureNRG's photos or autographs, but I got everyone else's, and that thrilled me! Here are all the photographs I took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/000017p8/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/000017p8/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000ex7e/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/00008wz6/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/00007kww/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/000057wr/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/000066f7/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/00007kww/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000ex7e/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/00003srd/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/00004gwt/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/00002w41/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000ex7e/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000ex7e/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000df33/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000c8b2/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000bysg/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/0000aqfe/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="319" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/locoexclaimer/pic/00009qwp/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:4550</id>
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    <title>Deuce Prologue: Unsuspecting</title>
    <published>2009-01-07T22:36:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-07T22:42:41Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction: transformers"/>
    <category term="transformers animated"/>
    <category term="transformers"/>
    <lj:music>Miku</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The prologue to a fanfiction that will be much, much longer. Hope you enjoy~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deuce&lt;br /&gt;Prologue: Unsuspecting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Loco Exclaimer&lt;br /&gt;Series: Transformers Animated&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Characters/Couples: Prowl-centeric, but appearances by anyone are possible&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: All characters, locations, and et cetera are property of Hasbro. I claim rights to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Description: The Autobots have faced many horrible dangers since they came to Earth alone - from out-of-control Microbots to Megatron himself. But of everything they've faced, could anything be more dangerous than one of their own? The countdown has begun to the most horrible fight the Autobots will ever face. Formerly Neverwar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a day just like any other for the group of Earth-bound Autobots and their human friend. None of them suspected what would come to pass in the space of only twenty-four hours, or where it would take them from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Evening was coming. The sun was just touching the horizon, signaling the ending of the day. The younger Autobots and Sari were just becoming tired, while Optimus Prime left for night patrol and Ratchet began to finish his work for the night. Prowl was sitting up in the peaks, relaxing after several hours of Circuit-su training.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time was passing normally for the Decepticons, as well. Megatron was planning for the Autobot&amp;rsquo;s demise, or something of that nature. Lugnut was loudly worshiping his leader, and Blitzwing and Blackarachnia were trying to shut him up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps the only one who foresaw anything foresaw something completely different that what was going to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For in a cave not too far from the Decepticon&amp;rsquo;s base, hidden just on the outskirts of Detroit, Starscream was building, working, tinkering, planning, an evil plot forming in his twisted Decepticon mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He had, in his spare time, taken to the scientific activities he had once practiced for a living. These were things he hadn&amp;rsquo;t done in a long time, but he was still confident in his movements and touch, unknown substances and forms building under his hands. At the moment, the object in question was some kind of small machine; small, but deadly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a quiet noise, and Starscream spun around with his guns ready. However, he put his arms down when he saw it was only a small black cat, his only companion since he was separated from Megatron. Not that it was in his character to take in a small animal of any kind and not kill it, but it was something to talk to besides himself. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t like he ever &lt;i&gt;petted&lt;/i&gt; it or gave it a name or something mushy like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a matter of fact, if he could have shot it without risking his precious and irreplaceable equipment, he probably would have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seeing as he couldn&amp;rsquo;t, and how the damn thing refused to be caught, he&amp;rsquo;d taken to talking to it; to give his underused voice some exercise, to gather his thoughts, and to express how much he &lt;i&gt;hated&lt;/i&gt; Megatron and how Megatron was going to &lt;i&gt;suffer&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mostly the third one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, &lt;i&gt;cat&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; He said with contempt, turning back to his work. &amp;quot;It&amp;rsquo;s you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cat said nothing but hopped up onto the worktable, still well out of arm&amp;rsquo;s reach. Not like he&amp;rsquo;d &lt;i&gt;expected&lt;/i&gt; it to say anything, but it would be nice if it would get off the table. He swung his arm at it, and it leapt down with a hiss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh shut up. Like you have anything to complain about. You act like your life is horrible.&amp;quot; Hands moving quickly and skillfully, his thoughts wandered away from the feline even as he spoke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;rsquo;m working on something new.&amp;quot; He had almost forgotten about the cat, and was now more or less talking to himself. As usual. &amp;quot;This will &lt;i&gt;destroy&lt;/i&gt; Megatron and those wretched &lt;i&gt;Autobots&lt;/i&gt;, and I will take my place as the rightful ruler of all of Earth and Cybertron.&amp;quot; He paused to puff out his chest vainly, imagining what it would be like to have so much &lt;i&gt;power&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cat meowed, cutting off his train of thought, and he swung another blow at it. This time, he missed again, but nearly swept some glass vials right off the table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;This is why we don&amp;rsquo;t attack the cat.&amp;quot; He grumbled, steadying the vials.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He turned back to his work, which was by now almost complete. A devious grin crossed his features. There was only one part missing. A certain kind of robot&amp;hellip; often called an &lt;i&gt;Autobot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Live Or Die - 18 Song-Based Drabbles and Oneshots</title>
    <published>2008-12-29T23:14:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-29T23:18:17Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction: transformers"/>
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    <lj:music>Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done for a music meme going around (or gone around - I think I'm kind of late to the party). What you do is put your media player or iPod or whatever you use on shuffle, then you take ten random songs and write something different for the duration of each one. You can't pause the song, and once the song is over, you move on to the next bit of writing. I personally am very proud of them, especially the ones involving Optimus.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Live Or Die - 18 Song Drabbles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Loco Exclaimer&lt;br /&gt;Series: Transformers Animated / Transformers G1&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Language, violence&lt;br /&gt;Characters/Couples: Listed below.&lt;br /&gt;Description: Why so different? And why do two people with differences have to fight?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Focus:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Prowl x Bumblebee (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;2. Blitzwing x Blackarachnia (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;3. Sari (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;4. Ratchet x Wreck-Gar (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;5. Optimus Prime &amp;amp; Megatron (TFA or G1)&lt;br /&gt;6. Sari (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;7. Ratchet (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;8. Prowl x Bumblebee (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;9. Megatron x Starscream (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;10. Optimus Prime &amp;amp; Megatron (mostly OP, G1 or TFA)&lt;br /&gt;11. Prowl x Bumblebee (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;12. Bumblebee &amp;amp; Sari (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;13. Prowl x Bumblebee (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;14. Optimus Prime (Tribute to a fan-made universe)&lt;br /&gt;15. Ironhide (G1)&lt;br /&gt;16. Sari (TFA)&lt;br /&gt;17. Mirage x Hound (G1)&lt;br /&gt;18. Skyfire x Starscream (G1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="So she said, "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Accidentally in Love &amp;ndash; Counting Crows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prowl x Bumblebee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was weird, this feeling humans called &amp;quot;love&amp;quot;, and something Prowl never wanted to experience. To go head over heels, as the expression went. It was the last thing he ever wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he could hardly understand why every time Bumblebee bothered him, he was always more than happy to tolerate the young bot&amp;rsquo;s antics; why he always felt warmer with the yellow mech around; why, although he would never willingly admit it, being around the youth made him happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He couldn&amp;rsquo;t understand it, but he kept trying, even though he was sure he&amp;rsquo;d never succeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. She Will Be Loved &amp;ndash; Maroon 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blitzwing x Blackarachnia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blitzwing approached Blackarachnia curiously and quietly. Near as he could tell, the femme hadn&amp;rsquo;t noticed his presence at all, instead occupied with her thoughts. He cleared his throat, trying in vain to catch her attention. Finally, he tapped her shoulder, and she spun around with a light gasp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Are you alright?&amp;quot; He asked, his icy calm face showing concern. She offered a light, distant smile and nodded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Fine&amp;hellip;&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You know&amp;hellip; if there&amp;rsquo;s anything on your mind, you can talk to me about it. I have too much time anyvay.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She smiled again. She knew he had plenty to do. Time was not something any Decepticon had in large quantities. Nevertheless, he took her hand, and she smiled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Wonderwall &amp;ndash; Oasis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sari Sumdac&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being alone constantly is not healthy for any organic, least of all an eight-year-old human girl. With her father constantly working, and no mother, she had been lonely most of her life. So the arrival of the Autobots came as something of a miracle to young Sari.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were the ones she could be herself around, could tell her secrets to, to protect and be protected by, the ones she would trust with her life. They would always be there for her, no matter how many times they threatened to leave. They were her family, the ones who would always have a place for her, no matter what happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, she was no longer alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Pocketful of Sunshine &amp;ndash; Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ratchet x Wreck-Gar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working, Ratchet had discovered a long time ago, is much easier when you&amp;rsquo;re not with someone who &lt;i&gt;won&amp;rsquo;t stop talking&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How someone so na&amp;iuml;ve and young could have so much to talk about was beyond him, but Wreck-Gar had not stopped talking since he had woken up. Ratchet had fished him out of the bay only a few hours ago, shocked and relieved to find the bot still alive. He had done the repairs and waited for the living scrap heap to wake up, and was now beginning to regret doing so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;rsquo;t you &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; stop talking?!&amp;quot; He finally yelled, fed up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I am Wreck-Gar! I &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; stop talking!&amp;quot; Wreck-Gar reported dutifully. Ratchet growled irritably, but buckled down to listen. Surprisingly enough, he soon found himself interested&amp;hellip; who knew a pile of garbage brought to life could have such profound things to say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe this wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be so bad after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Locking Up the Sun &amp;ndash; Poets of the Fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Optimus Prime and Megatron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why did it have to come to this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So long ago, if you had told Optimus Prime that someday, Megatron would be standing above him, a giant cannon pointed down at the blue and red bot, he would have told you that you were crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does it take for two brothers to be torn apart this way?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;M-Megatron&amp;hellip;&amp;quot; He said quietly, but stopped. He would offer no desperate plea for his own life, no questioning of why it had to be this way. He had done what needed to be done, and there was no going back. Megatron grinned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing to say, then, Optimus?&amp;quot; He asked. &amp;quot;Very well.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He raised his fusion cannon, pressing the end to Optimus&amp;rsquo;s head. Optimus said nothing, but shut his eyes, silently mourning for what once was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying &amp;ndash; Fallout Boys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sari Sumdac&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sari hadn&amp;rsquo;t noticed the pain up until that point. But her elbow felt as though it had been ripped open &amp;ndash; which, she was to discover, it had been.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She couldn&amp;rsquo;t speak. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t move. She now lay in her bed, but she didn&amp;rsquo;t know when or how she&amp;rsquo;d gotten there. All she knew was that she knew nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her hand went to her elbow, gently touching the circuitry that lay beneath, fingers running over the wires. She was shaking, she could feel it, and she pulled her hand away before she ended up breaking something in there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breaking&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like a machine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything suddenly hit her at that moment, in a way it hadn&amp;rsquo;t before. And before she knew it, she was crying. It shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have happened this way&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her entire life, ripped apart in only a second.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Where Is the Love? &amp;ndash; Black-Eyed Peas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ratchet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Ratchet had first joined the army, he hadn&amp;rsquo;t entirely understood. He hadn&amp;rsquo;t understood the pain, the suffering, the loss. Or why they had to fight. He was quickly brought to reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are reasons Ratchet didn&amp;rsquo;t ever want to talk about the war, to Optimus or anyone else. There are certain things you don&amp;rsquo;t want to talk about, ever. He knew this; he had seen too many of these. But the thing that haunted him most were the ones he couldn&amp;rsquo;t save. Those that had been brought in, fresh from battle, bleeding their fluids everywhere, that had slowly faded away on the operating table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Certain things, you don&amp;rsquo;t ever want to talk about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And people sometimes wonder why he&amp;rsquo;s always so angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Chemicals React &amp;ndash; Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prowl x Bumblebee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prowl sighed in aggravation. &amp;quot;Isn&amp;rsquo;t there something else you can be doing, Bumblebee?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bumblebee looked at the floor, for once quiet. It seemed like Prowl didn&amp;rsquo;t want to listen to anything the goldenrod mech had to say. Maybe it would be better to come back later&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He shook his head. He doubted he would get the courage to do this again. Nodding to himself brought fresh resolve, and he looked Prowl in the eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot; Prowl asked curiously. &amp;quot;Is there something you need to say to me?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Here.&amp;quot; Bumblebee said, extending his hand. Prowl looked down at it and blinked in surprise. Were those&amp;hellip; daises?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Baby One More Time &amp;ndash; Britney Spears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megatron x Starscream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Stop.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Starscream froze in his tracks, his back stiffening, his head slowly turning to the source of the voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Megatron!&amp;quot; He said, his mouth forming into a grin. &amp;quot;You&amp;rsquo;re still alive&amp;hellip;?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megatron narrowed his eyes. &amp;quot;This is the last time you will betray me, Starscream.&amp;quot; His fusion cannon was charging, still pointed at Starscream&amp;rsquo;s lower back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You wouldn&amp;rsquo;t shoot me, would you&amp;hellip;?&amp;quot; Starscream asked with false innocence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megatron hesitated slightly. Slightly, but it was enough for Starscream to notice. Before Megatron could even respond, Starscream&amp;rsquo;s lips were pressed against his, leaving him stunned, to the point that he dropped the cannon. When their lips finally parted, his arms were around Starscream&amp;rsquo;s waist, and Starscream was grinning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You can&amp;rsquo;t kill me, Megatron,&amp;quot; He said, somewhat smugly. &amp;quot;You never could.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. I&amp;rsquo;m Alive &amp;ndash; Nickelback&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Optimus Prime and Megatron (mostly OP)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;All Optimus wanted was for everyone to be happy. A na&amp;iuml;ve wish, he knew, but aren&amp;rsquo;t most wishes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why did there have to be war, fighting, death? Why was it that everyone would kill each other for little or no reason? Why couldn&amp;rsquo;t anyone see that it was useless? That it would be better to forget the past and work together? Less lives would be lost; there would be so much to gain for everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone here on Earth fought so much, for such simple reasons. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t like that back on Cybertron&amp;hellip; at least, not until Megatron led the Decepticons to war.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How could two brothers be so different? One wishing for peace, the other for destruction? One full of love, the other hate? Raised the same, lived the same, born the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So why so different?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And why do two people with differences have to fight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Protecting Me &amp;ndash; Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prowl x Bumblebee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prowl grabbed Bumblebee roughly, jerking him aside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey&amp;mdash;&amp;quot; Bumblebee began to protest, but it was cut short as an explosion nearby drowned out anything he might have said after. It shut him up anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prowl set him down and lunged at the Decepticon, leaving Bumblebee somewhat frustrated. Why couldn&amp;rsquo;t he ever do anything like that? He lunged into battle after Prowl, landing a few hits on the enemy, before noticing a second. He let out a gasp before leaping at Prowl, tackling him to the ground with a cry of the older bot&amp;rsquo;s name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Bumblebee! What are you&amp;mdash;&amp;quot; Now was his turn to be cut off, as a second explosion shattered the air above. Bumblebee smirked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Now we&amp;rsquo;re even.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Little Wonders &amp;ndash; Rob Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bumblebee and Sari&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What is that?&amp;quot; Bumblebee said in wonder, his optics widening at the tiny white flakes floating down before him. Sari giggled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;rsquo;s called snow. Don&amp;rsquo;t you have it back on Cybertron?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bumblebee shook his head, reaching out and attempting to catch the flake. It hit his finger, and he looked even more surprised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;rsquo;s cold!&amp;quot; He said in wonder. Sari giggled again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well duh. It&amp;rsquo;s made from really cold water.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you use it for?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;This!&amp;quot; Bumblebee didn&amp;rsquo;t even have time to turn before a ball of the freezing stuff hit his chassis. He jumped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, that&amp;rsquo;s &lt;i&gt;cold&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;quot; He grabbed a small handful and threw it back at her, but she easily dodged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;C&amp;rsquo;mon, you&amp;rsquo;re gonna have to do better than that!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so it went, until it was too cold to continue and the two could only retreat back inside and watch the snow fall out the window, drinking what Sari had called hot chocolate. Out of nowhere, the small human asked a question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Bumblebee? You&amp;rsquo;re gonna be my friend forever, right?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bumblebee blinked and turned. &amp;quot;What makes you ask?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Y&amp;rsquo;know&amp;hellip; you&amp;rsquo;re my best friend.&amp;quot; She took a sip of the chocolate. &amp;quot;And&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;ve never really had any other friends.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bumblebee smiled understandingly. &amp;quot;Me either. And you&amp;rsquo;re my best friend too.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She smiled softly, her question answered completely. &amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;rsquo;re welcome.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Bumblebee &amp;ndash; Smile.dk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prowl x Bumblebee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prowl growled with irritation, turning away and beginning to walk away. Realizing that he&amp;rsquo;d crossed the line, Bumblebee grabbed his shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Prowl&amp;mdash;wait.&amp;quot; He said, the beginnings of an apology forming on his lips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; Prowl asked icily, with a look that shut Bumblebee up right away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I- I just&amp;hellip;&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prowl sighed. &amp;quot;Forget it, Bumblebee.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bumblebee&amp;rsquo;s shoulders slumped as Prowl kept walking. But as Prowl was almost out of the room, the younger bot grabbed him from behind and hugged him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry, Prowl.&amp;quot; He murmured, looking downcast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prowl turned and allowed himself to smile softly. Bumblebee perked up instantly. The yellow mech could be annoying at times, but moments like this made it all worthwhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Viva La Vida &amp;ndash; Coldplay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Optimus looked out over the battlefield, feeling as cold and empty as it was. Certainly, they had won, but what was even the point? Why did he even care anymore?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bodies littered the ground in every direction, their life&amp;rsquo;s blood poured out over the ground around them. And&amp;hellip; it was his fault.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He had led them here. He had asked them to fight. He had led them into battle&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And only he had survived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If he could have traded places with them, he would have. He would have in a heartbeat. But he had to face the truth &amp;ndash; he couldn&amp;rsquo;t, he&amp;rsquo;d never be able to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He lowered his head, tears streaming down his faceplate and landing in the snow below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Trigger Happy &amp;ndash; Weird Al&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ironhide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a slight rustle in the nearby bushes, and Ironhide began blasting away. A rabbit burst from the bushes, bolting away at top speed, while from the other direction, Decepticon fire began.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Y&amp;rsquo;know, these missions might be just a &lt;i&gt;bit&lt;/i&gt; easier if you&amp;rsquo;d stop giving our location away!&amp;quot; Ratchet snapped angrily. Mirage grunted agreement. Cliffjumper got suspicious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You know, he does give our location away &lt;i&gt;every time&lt;/i&gt; we go on a stealth mission&amp;hellip;&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ironhide, Ratchet, and Mirage glared and gave a simultaneous response. &amp;quot;Shut up!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Just My Imagination &amp;ndash; The Cranberries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sari Sumdac&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;A genuine smile crossed Sari&amp;rsquo;s face as she leaned back contentedly. Everything would be all right, she now knew that much. She rested her head on Bumblebee&amp;rsquo;s chest and closed her eyes, allowing herself to forget what was happening. She was &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt; in this warehouse, surrounded by her &lt;i&gt;family&lt;/i&gt;, the ones she loved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her father would be alright, she had to believe this. Everything would be alright, everything would come back, no matter what Porter C. Powell had to say on the matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Real or not, she was home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She existed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it felt good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. So Small &amp;ndash; Carrie Underwood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mirage x Hound&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mirage couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but worry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What would people think? He was high-society, expected not to &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; at commoners, let alone &lt;i&gt;date&lt;/i&gt; one. What would happen when he came back to Cybertron? What would his friends think? His superiors, his neighbors? And most importantly, what would his parents think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beyond that, how would it even work out? He couldn&amp;rsquo;t expect Hound to leave his home, but he knew that they lived fairly far away from each other. And what about Hound&amp;rsquo;s parents? Would they think he was too far away? Too rich? Too much of a snob?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, &amp;lsquo;Raj!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hound&amp;rsquo;s arms were suddenly around him, a kiss planted on his cheek. He smiled, returning the hug. Ah, what the hell. They &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; in a war and everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loved Hound, everyone else&amp;rsquo;s opinions be damned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXXXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Someday &amp;ndash; Nickelback&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skyfire x Starscream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skyfire looked after Starscream sadly, watching the jet flying until even the smoke left behind had vanished. When finally the last trace was gone, he sat down and sighed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He didn&amp;rsquo;t like this war-bound, blood-thirsty &amp;lsquo;con. He missed &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; Starscream, the one he sat with and studied with, the one he played with and talked with. He just &lt;i&gt;missed&lt;/i&gt; Starscream, that much was clear to everyone, but none of them really understood how much. He let out another sigh and steeled himself to go back to the battle. The others needed him, after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He and Starscream were just never meant to be. But he would never admit this, even to himself, because he was afraid if he did, his heart would break beyond repair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <lj:music>Toby Mac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas guys! Hope yours was as good as mine, 'cause mine was &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;sub&gt;&lt;strike&gt;despite having to visit my Dad's family&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/sub&gt; cough cough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream with me now guys! I am so psyched! *jumps up and down screaming like a lunatic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I totally got the camera I was wishing for, and it is so awesome! Shots are clear, even of the TV or computer! It's absolutely &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt;, everything I could want in a camera. So easy to use, too. :3 It happens to be a Kodak EasyShare CD1013, lovely lil thing, though I don't know why you'd name it EasyShare. Freakin thing can send pics in emails, big whoop. But OMG it's SO AWESOME!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;:D EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;And now, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;I also got Harvest Moon: Island of Happiness for my DS, an epic bonus in and of itself. Though button control instead of just touch screen would be a plus. A 2008 Holiday Barbie from my grandma, two bags and a candy cane full of candy (mostly chocolate, which explains why I'm so hyper), a TFA jigsaw puzzle, a pair of slippers, tickets to go see Toby Mac on the ninth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard that! Toby Mac! A while back, I was supposed to go see him, as anyone who watches me on DA will know. But due to rain, the concert was cancelled... I was so sad and angry. Well I finally get to go see him! In concert!!&amp;nbsp;Yahooooooo! Eeee, he is one of my favourite singers &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;! He is a Christian artist that does songs such as &lt;i&gt;One World&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Made to Love&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;No Ordinary Love&lt;/i&gt;, which I am listening to as I speak. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, a minimum of SIX garunteed riding lessons, which I've wanted since I was seven! But I don't think my riding boots (which I never got to use) will fit me any more. But whatever! We'll get new ones!! 8D Even if I don't get more than the six lessons, it's enough experience for me to volunteer somewhere to learn more, or so says Dad. Which makes me double happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a free vintage photo in a contest, to be taken of myself on the seventh of January! Dude, I never win &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;!!!!!! (and the regular cost is like thirty bucks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend got us an American Idol game! Dude, it looks so cool - I totally can't wait to play it! :3 Whoo-whoo, kareoke night, here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom's family all pitched in to get me a violin! Which I've wanted since I was nine! *jumps for joy*&amp;nbsp;I'm totally learning how to play some of Janne de Arc's songs, &lt;i&gt;Carol of the Bells&lt;/i&gt;, and whatever else has a violin in it! And I promised my cousin I'd learn to play &lt;i&gt;Devil Went Down to Georgia&lt;/i&gt;. ;3 My sis got an electric guitar, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, my other cousin thoughtfully got me a pretty picture of a rainbow that says &amp;quot;Follow your dreams&amp;quot;. ,3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Dad a Redskins baseball cap (he's such a big Redskins fan, and he collects baseball caps, so it works), which he loved. I got my mom a beautiful blue glass rose, and she thought it was lovely. She put it with the other blue decorations in the kitchen. My sis's gift was delayed, so she won't get until her birthday on January fourth. Eh, her gift to me is delayed too, so she doesn't really care. I'll tell anyone who's curious what my gift to her gift is, but if I post it here she might see it, so!&amp;nbsp;;3 I'll tell you this, it's expensive and &lt;i&gt;rare&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, EPIC CHRISTMAS WAS FREAKIN EPIC. I got three things I've always wanted, my sis got everything she wanted this year (including a Wacom Tablet and OMG Photoshop) except iClone, which she'll probably get for her birthday, and the promise of good things hangs in the future. Next month is 2009, and I can't wait to see where it will take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy New Year! How was your Christmas? :)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:3817</id>
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    <title>Quiz :)</title>
    <published>2008-12-19T15:04:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-19T23:21:03Z</updated>
    <category term="quiz / meme"/>
    <lj:music>Gotta Be Somebody - Nickelback</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tagged by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mmouse15' lj:user='mmouse15' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mmouse15.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mmouse15.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mmouse15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;/lj&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers in their LJ and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging: Well, the thing is, I don't really know eight people on LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What (is)/are your nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Loco, T, TEJ, Tre, and my sis calls me Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you style your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Short, about jaw-length, and straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Black t-shirt, along with a white Transformers jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an introvert or extrovert?&lt;br /&gt;Extrovert most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your comfort object as a baby and/or child?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate the stuffed brown horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you nap a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;My sister. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?&lt;br /&gt;Transformers! G1 &amp;amp; Animated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate today?&lt;br /&gt;Bacon and cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Less than fifteen minutes, including a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What websites do you visit daily?&lt;br /&gt;Deviantart, Hotmail, and LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in a higher being?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to clean?&lt;br /&gt;No.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last song that got stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Be Somebody - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What best describes you or inspires you right - wait for it - NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite weather?&lt;br /&gt;Sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want for Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;A nice camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you see yourself in ten years?&lt;br /&gt;Singin onstage? 8D Naw, maybe owning a horse farm.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>What Could Have Been - Sentinel x Elita</title>
    <published>2008-12-17T13:51:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-17T14:35:58Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction: transformers"/>
    <category term="transformers animated"/>
    <category term="transformers"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do I like Sentinel x Elita so much? No one else in the world likes it. Even though I think they might actually be canon. Sigh. So anyway, another fanficcy, much love. Just over a double-drabble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Could Have Been&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Loco Exclaimer&lt;br /&gt;Series: Transformers Animated&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Characters/Couples: Sentinel x Elita&lt;br /&gt;Description: &lt;i&gt;This is all your fault. &lt;/i&gt;That was what he had said, and he meant it. The only doubts he ever had that this statement was true came on the very same day - of course, those doubts didn&amp;rsquo;t last long when he remembered what Optimus had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is all your fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was what he had said, and he meant it. The only doubts he ever had that this statement was true came on the very same day, when he realized that it was &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; idea to go to the organic planet, &lt;i&gt;his &lt;/i&gt;idea to stay and keep searching the caves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, those doubts didn&amp;rsquo;t last long when he remembered what Optimus had done. He tried to stay, tried to help her &amp;ndash; but that self-centered, know-it-all bot had pulled him away. Optimus had said something like, &amp;ldquo;it isn&amp;rsquo;t worth it&amp;rdquo;, but how could that bot not understand? He would have given his function if it would have brought her back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For what was function worth without her? Who would keep him in line, support his crazy ideas, sit with him when he just needed to be? Who would sit with him when it grew cold, a blanket wrapped around their shoulders to help them keep warm? Who would he walk with, talk with? Who would he tell how beautiful they were, whenever they felt down?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was his day, his night, his spark, his &lt;i&gt;soul&lt;/i&gt;, and she was lost forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for that, he would never forgive the bot he once called a friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:locoexclaimer:3239</id>
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    <title>Wheeljack, Noun - Wheeljack / Wheeljack x Prowl</title>
    <published>2008-12-15T15:08:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-17T22:55:20Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction: transformers"/>
    <category term="transformers"/>
    <category term="transformers g1"/>
    <lj:music>Carol of the Bells</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Fanficcy, yay. Inspired by a plotbunny on the tf_bunnyfarm. The bunny was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;&amp;quot;'Wheeljack', verb:&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt; and was one of the few good bunnies I found there. Bunny by alabaster-demon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Wheeljack, Noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Author: Loco Exclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Series: TransformersG1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Rating: PG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Characters/Couples: Implied Wheeljack x Prowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;Description: Wheeljack, noun: A small but powerful destructive force to be regarded with caution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wheeljack, noun: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A small but powerful destructive force to be regarded with caution.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wheeljack!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Wheeljack turned with feigned innocence, wearing his best &amp;ldquo;who, me?&amp;rdquo; expression. &amp;ldquo;Yes, Prowl?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why is the entire Ark suddenly filled with smoke?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&amp;hellip; ah, don&amp;rsquo;t worry about it, Prowl! I&amp;rsquo;ll have it cleaned up in no time!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Prowl raised an optic ridge, one servo on his hip. &amp;ldquo;You aren&amp;rsquo;t getting off that easily, Wheeljack. Clean up this mess, and then come see me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hanging his head, Wheeljack nodded nervously. Prowl then turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the unfortunate, but still pleased, scientist behind. This experiment had been a complete success! He now finally knew what had gone wrong with his teleportation device, and with only a few minor adjustments, it would soon be ready. Happy, he got to work.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wheeljack, verb:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; To unintentionally create a high-power bomb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah, there you are, Wheeljack. Please, come in.&amp;rdquo; Prowl said without looking up from his papers. Wheeljack nodded and entered, shutting the door behind himself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Prowl!&amp;rdquo; He said excitedly, holding up a small mechanical device. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve finished it!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Prowl looked up, frowning &amp;ndash; a small but rare display of emotion. &amp;ldquo;Finished &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;My new invention! It&amp;rsquo;s a teleportation device &amp;ndash; here, I&amp;rsquo;ll show you!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t--!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The next thing heard was a loud explosion, and then the sound of a door opening and Wheeljack being shoved into the hall.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wheeljack, adverb: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To do something in an unexpected manner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The next time Prowl saw Wheeljack, the inventor washing the grime leftover in his lab. It was already remarkably clean compared to the mess left after the explosion.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well done so far.&amp;rdquo; He commented.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thanks,&amp;rdquo; Wheeljack said, turning. &amp;ldquo;And guess what! I finished it!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Wheeljack reached for the switch and Prowl braced himself, but to his surprise, there was no explosion &amp;ndash; nor was there a Wheeljack standing before him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He felt a hand on his shoulder, and couldn&amp;rsquo;t suppress a smile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wheeljack, adjective: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something unintentional and spontaneous; Something not easily solved.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Wheeljack had been messing with his new invention for a long while now, and had encountered a very annoying glitch &amp;ndash; it really didn&amp;rsquo;t go where you wanted it to very often at all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;This time in particular, he had set the co-ordinates, flipped the switch, and looked around, finding himself in a small room that was seemingly empty. Seemingly, of course, as suddenly he noticed movement, a certain Seeker jet standing and staring.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;How did &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; get in here, Autobot?&amp;rdquo; Starscream asked, before grinning. &amp;ldquo;Doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Starscream approached, and Wheeljack yelped, fumbling with the controls. His control over his own body seemed to have deserted him, but he finally flipped the switch, and this time found himself in another, much larger room, with a tall white mech standing before him. Megatron blinked once, his optics powering off and on again, before he stood tall and towered over the other Cybertronian.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Shit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He flipped the switch again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;This might just take awhile&amp;hellip;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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