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I am so here for furry artists who draw characters that are aggressively frumpy and middle-aged-or-older

I am so here for middle-aged chubby cougars with saggy tits fucking their ancient fossil-fish professor husbands. keep proving that the younger, buffer sparklewolf studs aren’t the be-all and end-all of what desirable furry sexuality is, age is just a number just keep fingerblasting the hell out of that elderly fish cloaca

I’d fuck that woodcutter from over the garden wall. I’d fuck that wavering-gravelly-voiced sad old treechopping motherfucker, I don’t even care. I’ll stop being a grandpafucker when whey put my old, dead, grandpafucking ass six feet down in the goddamn ground.

Over the Intercom

mechanicalcrush:

(Prowl/Sideswipe because there really isn’t enough of it. I wanted to contribute!)

(NSFW, sticky, light-light bondage, aaand get ready for some second hand embarrassment under the cut.)

Prowl, for the first time in his long life, wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to sink into the floor, or maybe run to the dankest, dirtiest part of Earth and never return. His face was on fire as he addressed his Prime before cutting of their com. channel.

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josephjtoye:

you could be sad about your otp but consider:

  • one making awful breakfast for the other and the other eating it because they appreciate it that much
  • one putting their ridiculous music on in the car and singing along while the other sits in the passenger seat with their head in their hands
  • the two of them going down to the beach and one getting sunburned really badly so the other slathers them with aloe gel when they get home
  • one getting home from work later than the other and stretching out on top of them like a big lazy cat while they sit on the couch in front of the tv
  • one inexplicably bringing home an animal and refusing to drop it at the shelter so they and the other have to take care of it
  • the both of them going out to a park and getting ice cream to sit with and eat on a bench
  • one sending memes to the other while they’re at work so much they turn their phone off in exasperation
  • one giving the other their jacket and not getting it back from the other until it stops smelling like them

Assume Optimus and Ratchet are an item

Assume Smokescreen figures this out sometime after he resurrects Optimus. Gradually, he realizes: if Smokescreen had accepted the Matrix after all, if he had been gifted with all of the power and knowledge it contained, there’s a good chance he could also take on every single memory of sparkbonding with the oldest, crustiest mech he ever met. The knowledge of his ancestors right down to the beginning, the power and ability to become a legendary leader and, nestled somewhere deep in his memory banks, the quasi-firsthand knowledge of gazing into the oldass medic’s lidded optics during gravelly moans of bliss

Even if he was ready to be a Prime, would he also be ready to become a secondhand grandpa-fucker? A grandpafucker-by-proxy? Would he, really?