bluedogdown:

this is what i woke up to today

OH MY GOD PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT MY BUTLER PROBLEM NOW

bluedogdown:

this is what i woke up to today

OH MY GOD PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT MY BUTLER PROBLEM NOW

ambitiouspants:

[x]

Oh my god

these two cuties

I AM DYING

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shibara:

So while chatting with Biblio_D and upon a bit of a mix-up with translations of the word ‘household appliance’ I drew this pic. To which she answered by writing the ficlet bellow. 
I can’t remember how many times I squeaked out of overcuteness while I was reading it. 
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Figures. The one day I took an extra shift at the appliance store, and someone returned another domestic electronic. One of the Transformer brands, the worst kind of return.  We can’t send them back to the manufacturer once they’re out of package, but this guy had a gift receipt.  Frikkin’ holiday gift policies.  We don’t take any form of returns on opened electrodomestics, but gift receipts are an exception. So this guy walked out with an equivalent exchange (he chose a less sentient appliance) and we got stuck with a rather aggressive TF brand domestic rustling around in its box.
“The heck we gonna do with him?” Bob was reading the back of the package. At least the guy was nice enough to bring everything he could back with the return. “Says here he’s part of the D line, so he’s got a working transformation system and territoriality issues. Justice Division? Aww, crap.”
“What?” I was opening the top of the box cautiously. The hissing wasn’t a good sign. The guy said this thing was harassing his cats.
“I was gonna say that I’d take him, but I’ve got one of the List Transformer models.” Bob showed me the packaging. “I picked it up cheap before they canceled the molds. They’re collectors’ items now.” 
I read the package. Apparently the D line Justice Division models were made to hunt down certain other Transformer models made specially for that purpose. Dang. Yeah, I could see why mixing D.J.D. and D-List molds would be a bad idea. “Got any friends that want a bundle of joy dumped on their doorstep?” I gestured down in the box, where our little return was glaring defiantly back at me from the corner. “Do these things bite?”
“Mine never do, but Fulcrum’s kinda a wuss. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to rescue him from the toaster.”
“Your toaster tries to hurt him?”
“No, but Misfire keeps telling him it will if he looks away. I get the bread out in the morning, and suddenly Fulcrum’s running in terrified little circles around the table.” 
I looked up and blinked. “That sounds really cute.” 
“It is until it wakes the neighbors.”
“Ah. Yeah, good point.” I looked back down. This particular electrodomestic didn’t look nearly so cute as Bob’s mismatched bunch of returns sounded. Then again, he’d been building up his collection for years. I’d only been working this appliance store for six months. I’d picked up a half-functional turbofox TF Pet model with an incurable digestive virus, and I already regretted that every time it drooled on my rugs. 
‘Tarn,’ as his packaging claimed, looked even less friendly than the Pet.  I eyed him and sighed.  Well, it wasn’t like we could just abandon the hostile ‘bot somewhere. The domestic electronics were a guilty soft spot for most of the employees in our retail chain. I guess that’s why Best Buy didn’t carry them.  It’s how I’d ended up with the defective Pet, too. 
I sighed again.  Me and my soft heart.  ”I guess I’ll be taking you home,” I told my newest household electronic as I carefully scooped him up.
I got another hiss for my kindness.
END
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shibara:

So while chatting with Biblio_D and upon a bit of a mix-up with translations of the word ‘household appliance’ I drew this pic. To which she answered by writing the ficlet bellow. 

I can’t remember how many times I squeaked out of overcuteness while I was reading it. 

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Figures. The one day I took an extra shift at the appliance store, and someone returned another domestic electronic. One of the Transformer brands, the worst kind of return.  We can’t send them back to the manufacturer once they’re out of package, but this guy had a gift receipt.  Frikkin’ holiday gift policies.  We don’t take any form of returns on opened electrodomestics, but gift receipts are an exception. So this guy walked out with an equivalent exchange (he chose a less sentient appliance) and we got stuck with a rather aggressive TF brand domestic rustling around in its box.

“The heck we gonna do with him?” Bob was reading the back of the package. At least the guy was nice enough to bring everything he could back with the return. “Says here he’s part of the D line, so he’s got a working transformation system and territoriality issues. Justice Division? Aww, crap.”

“What?” I was opening the top of the box cautiously. The hissing wasn’t a good sign. The guy said this thing was harassing his cats.

“I was gonna say that I’d take him, but I’ve got one of the List Transformer models.” Bob showed me the packaging. “I picked it up cheap before they canceled the molds. They’re collectors’ items now.” 

I read the package. Apparently the D line Justice Division models were made to hunt down certain other Transformer models made specially for that purpose. Dang. Yeah, I could see why mixing D.J.D. and D-List molds would be a bad idea. “Got any friends that want a bundle of joy dumped on their doorstep?” I gestured down in the box, where our little return was glaring defiantly back at me from the corner. “Do these things bite?”

“Mine never do, but Fulcrum’s kinda a wuss. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to rescue him from the toaster.”

“Your toaster tries to hurt him?”

“No, but Misfire keeps telling him it will if he looks away. I get the bread out in the morning, and suddenly Fulcrum’s running in terrified little circles around the table.” 

I looked up and blinked. “That sounds really cute.” 

“It is until it wakes the neighbors.”

“Ah. Yeah, good point.” I looked back down. This particular electrodomestic didn’t look nearly so cute as Bob’s mismatched bunch of returns sounded. Then again, he’d been building up his collection for years. I’d only been working this appliance store for six months. I’d picked up a half-functional turbofox TF Pet model with an incurable digestive virus, and I already regretted that every time it drooled on my rugs. 

‘Tarn,’ as his packaging claimed, looked even less friendly than the Pet.  I eyed him and sighed.  Well, it wasn’t like we could just abandon the hostile ‘bot somewhere. The domestic electronics were a guilty soft spot for most of the employees in our retail chain. I guess that’s why Best Buy didn’t carry them.  It’s how I’d ended up with the defective Pet, too. 

I sighed again.  Me and my soft heart.  ”I guess I’ll be taking you home,” I told my newest household electronic as I carefully scooped him up.

I got another hiss for my kindness.

END

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Done streaming for the night.

Thanks to anyone who joined. I was super nervous. And sorry about all the video issues.

furiclaus:

you know when u hate someone so much u start imagining their face in the sky?

because they beat u at a card game?

seto kaiba knows

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onlylolgifs:

I was drunk. Please don’t sue me.

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swallowthesound:

Looney Tunes - Feed The Kitty (1952) (x)

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(via pneumanic)

Oh god

baby

let me hold you

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Abloo bloo. Poor Starscream.

Abloo bloo. Poor Starscream.

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Ok okay last post of the night
oh goodness
like I dont wanna go to bedADFAFDSFI am having to much FUN!!!!

Ok okay last post of the night

oh goodness

like I dont wanna go to bedADFAFDSF
I am having to much FUN!!!!

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