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Video Title: Pride Vlog at Kup's Gym (Happy Pride!!!)
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Rodimus Prime [400k subscribers]
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[Video opens up to Rodimus' face smiling in view of the camera. There's a pan flag coloured sweatband around his head, pushing his hair back. From the scene behind him, it's clear that there's a party going on. A group of people stand behind him and wave at the camera as well. The camera shifts as Rodimus adjusts to one hand, holding up a small mic to his mouth.]
Rodimus: Happy Pride month!
[The group behind Rodimus cheers loud enough that the mic picks it up. Rodimus grins wider. He glances back at them before turning back to the camera.]
Rodimus: I won't waste much time with the intro, the video will be a little long already. But I hope you guys stick around to hear what everyone has to say. It really was a treat to get everyone together to say something for this video. Pride means something different to everyone, and not everyone has a community or a safe space for it. I hope this video gives you a little bit of that, hope it gives you a little bit of queer joy, wherever you are, whoever you are, and how ever you identify. No one is alone. When you've finished watching, feel free to leave a comment down below answering the question I'll be asking everyone else.
[The sound cuts out and the screen fades to black, with the question "What does being queer mean to you?" across it in white letters.]
[The video fades back in, and Arcee is in front of the camera holding the little microphone. They're in a secluded spot of the gym, but in the background you can see a group of people mingling about and talking. Lights still flash, clear signs of the party.]
[Arcee waves to the camera, and in the bottom corner, white letters with "Arcee she/her" pops up. It stays the whole time she talks. She's wearing a dark coloured t-shirt but she's too close to the camera for the graphic to show. Her hair's done up in her usual two buns, white blending into pink blending into brown.]
Arcee: Being queer means a lot of things for me. I'm a trans lesbian, which means calling myself a lesbian is more than just my sexuality. It's part of me, and part of my gender identity. I'm not just someone who loves women, but I'm a woman who loves women. And I have an awesome girlfriend to prove it.
[Her eyes dart off screen, glancing at someone who makes her smile brighter. She glances back at the camera.]
Arcee: It took me a long time to come to terms with my gender identity. And when I felt the loneliest, I had so many people around me who loved me. Being queer is part of me, part of who I am, but it also means community. From the dumbass behind the camera—
[A little cartoon Roddy appears on screen to wave for a few seconds before poofing away.]
Arcee: to my uncle Mags, from my girlfriend Aileron to Grandpa Kup, from Springer, my best friend, to the rest of my friends and family. I wouldn't be here without them. I wouldn't be Arcee without them. I was lucky enough to have people who loved me and supported me. So many people don't or don't think they do. It's scary out there, but to anyone who feels like they don't have anyone—there are people out there. They'll find you, or you'll find them, and you'll get to be the truest version of yourself.
[She grins, bouncing on her feet a bit and shifts closer to the camera where you can more clearly see the bug earrings she's wearing and the subtle lesbian flag make up across her face.]
Arcee: Anyway that's the version Rodders said I'm allowed to say. The version I wanted to say was a little meaner, so: Fuck anyone who tells you you're not allowed to exist, or you're not being queer enough. Punch them in the face if you have to. Be yourself, and don't give a fuck what anyone says. Be loud and proud and fight back when you have to. It's not enough until we all can be who we are.
[She steps back so you can see her shirt. It's a silly photo shopped shirt with cats on it, and the lesbian flag. The cat has a shocked expression, and over the top and bottom of the shirt it says "Lesbians eat WHAT?"]
[She pulls her girlfriend into the frame and kisses her.]
Rodimus: Yuck, gross don't put that lovey dovey shit in here.
Arcee: Do you want me to break your kneecaps white boy? That's pretty homophobic of you.
Rodimus: No ma'am.
[The camera shifts as he raises a hand at the side. It's implied that he's saluting. The camera cuts to black a second later.]
[A video flashes across the screen, a couple in the middle of the dance floor. The shorter man is rounder with white hair and a pair of glasses perched on his nose and a white mask covering his face. He wears a nice white sweater with blue pants, and the gay flag as a bracelet around his wrist. There's a golden ring around his finger. He's dancing with a taller man with longer greying hair and sharper features, wearing a more vintage kind of look with a waistcoat and neatly tailored pants. There's a golden ring around one of his fingers as well, and he's smiling down at the shorter man. Both men are well into their sixties, and both men are looking at each other like they're the whole world. The clip lasts for about ten seconds.]
[Screen opens on another location now outside the gym in some secluded part of the parking lot. Springer's there, wearing a green button up short-sleeve shirt. There's a bi flag painted onto his cheek that has flaked off a bit. His brown hair looks a little messy and his face is pink with a little blush. He's smiling brightly. "Springer he/him" shows up on the bottom of the screen.]
Springer: To me, Pride is about my dad. My dad is trans, he only came out a few years after he had me. I don't remember a lot of that time, but there were things I noticed as I got older. How kids would talk about him, how other parents would. I know it wasn't easy for him, but he never once gave up on himself or on me. And it was because of him that I felt safe enough to explore my bisexuality when it started to matter. I never had to doubt myself because of him.
[Springer shifts on his feet, giving the camera a little smile.]
Springer: People are still sometimes cruel to him because he's still pretty gender-nonconforming. Still, he's tough, and he's strong, and I'll always admire him. He was a single dad raising me while going through a transition during a time where trans people were less accepted. And yet I will always know he loves me. He's out and proud. And it made it safe for me to be too.
[Then Springer raises a hand, running his hand through his hair to mess it up further. There's a couple of bracelets wrapped around his wrist, one a bright pink, one red-yellow, and one in bi colours.]
Springer: For me though, I was lucky to grow up around friends and family who didn't make a big deal out of my sexuality, but growing up in school with it was a lot tougher. A lot of people make assumptions, especially about me and how I look. Being on the football team in school and looking like it, well, a lot of other kids assumed I was straight. And because of that, they thought they could say a lot of really mean things. I didn't know how to tell them how to stop, I didn't want to lose my place on the team or get outed before I was ready to come out but…I had my friends. And they supported me when I did come out. So. Thanks to my dad and my friends for getting me to where I am today. And where that is is me having a date with a really cute guy later this week.
[His eyes look off screen for a second before he blushes, and shakes his head, turning back to the camera.]
Springer: Anyway, there's no right way to look queer. There's no right way to express either your sexuality or gender. My dad isn't less of a man because he sometimes wears a skirt. I'm no less queer because I 'look' straight. Don't let anyone tell you that you have to look a certain way. Never forget that.
Rodimus: Sappy as hell, but that was so sweet. Your dad still scares me though.
[Springer rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. He pushes off the wall he's leaning on and knocks his shoulder into Rodimus', shaking the camera.]
Springer: Shut up, Rodders.
[The video fades to black.]
[Video opens to a couple standing by the dance floor. Both are men, one tall and lanky with blonde-white hair and wearing an orange turtleneck, and the other is shorter with black hair and a waistcoat. They both are wearing glasses. They're not dancing, but the taller one holds the shorter one in his arms, chest to back. The shorter one, who looks a little older than the taller one, holds a camera in his hands. They're both swaying to the love song playing somewhere in the building, but they look content to be in their own little world, away from the excitement. They're wearing matching rings glinting in the colourful light of the party.]
[The video opens up to the next interview. Ratchet stands there side by side with another man who wears a rainbow mask. He's shorter than Ratchet, with messy salt-and-pepper hair and green eyes. He nudges Ratchet with his arm before he steps off screen. Ratchet rolls his eyes but turns his attention to the camera with a grumpy expression. He's wearing a black shirt that says "Here, queer, and ready for a beer". "Ratchet he/him" pops up on the screen. His ginger hair is pushed back out of his face, but it's clear the room is hot because a single strand has managed to escape and curl over his forehead. When a hand holds out the mini microphone, Ratchet takes it and awkwardly holds it close to his mouth. When he speaks, the audio is loud.]
Ratchet: Really, Rodimus?
Rodimus, from behind the camera: Yeah! C'mon Ratch, please? Also hold the mic back a bit, it doesn't need to be that close.
[Ratchet moves the microphone away a little bit.]
Ratchet: Better? Great. For the record, I think this is cheesy as hell. Right, fine whatever. Frankly, I don't think anyone should give a damn about what other people think. We're all trying to live our damn lives, love who we want. What should it matter what the hell we do in the bedroom?
[Ratchet huffs, running a hand through his hair before he seems to soften. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaving the hand holding the microphone free. There's a silly looking bracelet wrapped around his wrist, one that looks handmade. It's white and red with a thin strand of blue thread woven through it. A little heart charm dangles from it.]
Ratchet: I've known I was queer from an early age. It wasn't really a thing people talked about. I knew others who were queer too, but it was… hard to figure out who was safe to tell or not. I managed to meet my best friend in college, and we hit it off and I helped him come to terms with his queerness as much as he helped me. I didn't come out to my parents until then.
[Ratchet sighs, frowning down at the mic.]
Ratchet: Took them some time for them to come around, but… they realized that me being happy mattered more. It's not always been easy to be queer, and I spent a lot of my life being quiet about it, but I don't really think it's anyone's damn business. I live my life my way. If anyone has a problem with it, that's their issue to deal with, and not mine. It's great that people can be loud about it now, but I'm not gonna go around airing what I do. It's my business. I think anyone who has a problem with it is way too invested in what people do, and it's fucking weird. But I… know some people need to be loud about it, because they had to be quiet about it for so long.
[Ratchet settles back against the wall behind him, his eyes looking out past the camera. They seem to land on something, or perhaps some one, because he lifts his hand to wave. Something soft takes over, smoothing out the lines of his grouchy expression until he's almost smiling.]
Ratchet: It's just about being happy. Fuck anyone who tries to say anything, they just have to shut the fuck up and get over it. Sometimes you find the person you love more than anything in the universe and… that's really all it's about. I'm lucky enough that I got that. I wouldn't trade him for the world. He makes me happier than I've ever been.
Rodimus: I thought you said you weren't going to say any cheesy shit. That was a four cheese blend sentence right there, Doc.
[Ratchet's frown is back in full force, and he reaches for the camera, already scolding Rodimus with a grouchy tone of voice. It's hard to make out what he's saying over Rodimus yelping and bolting away. The video cuts to black quickly before any more happens.]
[The video opens on the dance floor where you see a pink-haired woman dancing with another woman. Both look to be in their mid-forties, but they're happily dancing and spinning in the middle of the floor. The pink-haired woman dips the other woman and leans down to kiss her, before pulling her back up. The other woman, with black hair that almost shines blue in the lights of the party, smiles brightly, and leads the pink-haired woman into another dance.]
[The next clip opens up to Orion sitting at a table. The pink-haired woman from the previous clip sits with Orion, and on his other side you can see the glimpse of a leather-clad arm and a hand curled around a cup. Who it belongs to isn't shown. Orion's got his glasses on, but he wears a silly shirt that has the bi flag with the text, "the only thing I'm confused about is why you haven't voted". He's smiling, leaning towards the person in the seat next to him. "Orion he/him pops up" on the bottom of the screen.]
Orion: What being queer means to me? Hm.
[Orion seems to pause and think for a moment. The man next to him shifts, offering Orion a hand which Orion takes. He squeezes it, sending the person next to him a soft smile.]
Orion: When I was younger, I was in a relationship with another man. We couldn't be open about it, both because of the times and the pressure I was under from my place as my adoptive father's understudy. I couldn't be out, I couldn't be proud for the longest time. There was a lot of pressure on me to be what was needed of me. I knew it hurt the man I was with.
[Orion squeezes the man's hand again, offering what looks like an apologetic smile.]
Orion: I tried, for a while, to pretend like I could hide that part of myself, but I can't. And so I'm not. I stopped trying. I faced a lot of backlash as Prime for being bisexual. Some who believed it was wrong, some who believed I was lying because I had a public relationship with Elita at the time, as though her being a woman somehow negates my bisexuality. It got to me. But I had her, and I had Ratchet at my side to keep me going. Now I can be proud of who I am. I can be open. There are things I have to keep private for my sake, or for the people I love's sake, but I'll never hide who I am.
Orion: I'm bisexual, and no one can tell me how that looks. It took me a long time to realize that. But I'm happy now, I'm with someone who loves me very much, and I get to live the life I've always wanted with my friends, my family, and my partner.
[Orion lets go of the man's hand and leans forward, smiling soft and warm.]
Orion: You all deserve to be yourselves. To be free to be yourselves. Each and every single one of you is important, and I'm proud for everyone who continues on every day. You are brave, you are beautiful, and you are strong. Never forget that. There's a community out there, and you'll find them if you haven't already. They're just waiting for you, trust me. Be loud, and be proud where and when you can be. We all fought for a world where we could be.
Rodimus, sniffling a little bit: Orion, you're literally the greatest guy ever.
[Orion flushes, but smiles]
Orion: I just try to do what's right.
Rodimus: And you're everyone's hero.
Orion: Oh, well, I don't know about that.
[The video cuts out and opens back up to the dance floor, except we're on the outskirts of the dance floor. A shorter man with brown hair stands talking to another man with red hair who's sitting in the lap of another man who's taller and bulkier. The first man wears a pristine designer suit, all fancy and done up. There's a little pin on his collar, the pan flag. All three appear to be chatting, until an even shorter man comes up. This one has box braids with bleached parts that mix in with the natural black colour of his hair. He has a cane in one hand, leaning on it as he comes to a stop. He pulls the attention of the first man, asking him something as he fiddles with the top of his cane. The first man seems surprised, before he rolls his eyes, sighs, and seems to accept.]
[The video opens up at a familiar looking table. Sitting there is Megatron, wearing a leather jacket with nothing underneath but a leather harness across the top of his chest. There are two faint tattoos sprawling across his chest, both looping calligraphy lines. There's s a scar curving up the side of his face, and a flat expression meeting the camera. His brown eyes are intense. His hair is long, hanging down over his shoulders. He's holding hands with a man off screen, but keen-eyed viewers would recognize the hand. "Megatron he/him" pops up on screen.]
Megatron: Rage. It means rage, and a never ending battle. It's meant that we've had to fight for even a scrap of rights. It means anger, towards the world and a society that made it okay to oppress those who were different. What right does anyone have to say what we can or cannot do? Why should we change who we love? Why should we not get a chance to be with the one person, or many persons, who make everything worth it? It's part of who we are, part of what makes us us, intrinsic to human nature and something we cannot change. Why is it wrong with me to be with the man I love? To change that is asking us to remove a part of ourselves, to live a lie. To live unhappily. To live without being the truest versions of ourselves. I can never stand by that, and so I've never stopped fighting. Do not give up, do not be complacent. We all must fight.
[There's silence for a few moments, with the camera drifting a bit as, assumedly, Rodimus rocks on his heels from behind it.]
Rodimus: Is that… it?
[Megatron gives him a look.]
Megatron: Were you expecting more? I have nothing feelsy to say. It has and always will be about fighting back and pushing back until we've reached true equality. We don't need soft words to placate us, we need a reminder that there is always more work to be done. So, I have nothing else to say.
Rodimus: Ooookay. Thanks Megs. Would you be nicer if it was Drift asking?
[Megatron glares at him, but says nothing.]
Rodimus: Okay fine, be weird and angsty, whatever.
Megatron: Get that camera out of my face.
[The video cuts to black. It opens on the dance floor, where you see Arcee from earlier with two men who look much older than her. One is a tall man in a blue suit, her uncle, looking at her with a fond look. The other man with them is much shorter, in a nice crisp green suit with a white tie, black hair and a mustache. Arcee is tying an aromantic flag around his neck, to which he steps back and looks back at it, seemingly flustered a little bit. The taller man claps him on the shoulders and says something that only makes the shorter man smile in a quiet way. Arcee dives in to hug him, before pulling away to hug the taller man as well.]
[The video opens up to another secluded looking area, seemingly outside once more. Drift is seen standing in front of the camera, his hair tied back and a nervous look on his face. He's wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that says "Sword Ace" on it, with a little cartoon sword done up in the asexual flag colours. "Drift he/him" pops up on the bottom of the screen. Rodimus hands him the mini mic, which he takes with a shake of his head.]
Drift: No, no it's fine. I… I'll do it.
Rodimus: I can cut it out of the video if you end up hating it, man.
[Drift looks relieved, offering Roddy a small smile.]
Drift: Thanks, Roddy. Right. So. What does being queer mean to me?
[Drift leans back against the wall, looking away from the camera as he bites his bottom lip, trying to think.]
Drift: It means...that I get to be happy. That I get to share in my life with the people I love, and I have so many that I love and love me for exactly who I am. And that's all you can ask for.
[Drift shifts a little bit, looking back to the camera.]
Drift: I'm still figuring parts of it out, but that's okay. You don't always need to have all the answers. Sometimes... sometimes you find people who love you and help you along the way. Sometimes you find someone who changes you for the better and gives you a reason to explore what it means entirely. Sometimes you find the love of your life because of it.
[He ends with a sweet smile, like he's remembering someone else. His hands come up in front of him, one hanging at rest while the other brushes against a hand-made bracelet that looks a lot like the one Ratchet had on, but slightly looser, like it was someone's first time making one.]
Rodimus, sniffling: That was the sweetest thing ever, I'm gonna be sick.
[Drift laughs and rolls his eyes, reaching out to nudge Rodimus' shoulder.]
Drift: Shut up. You'll be fine. You should be used to it by now.
Rodimus: Yeah yeah. I'm blowing you up with my mind.
Drift: Uh huh. C'mon, let's go back inside. I'm sure Ratchet's looking for me by now.
Rodimus: Don't tell him I said this, but I'm really happy for you guys.
Drift: Thanks, Roddy.
[Drift smiles before the video fades to black.]
[The video opens up to the dance floor once more. There's two men dancing together and holding hands. One is taller, looking a lot like another man from an earlier clip (later identified as the former Council Member Starscream) with a more square look and brown hair. He's wearing a pair of jeans that flare at the bottom and a short-sleeved shirt that's a little tight to his chest. He's got a soft look on his face as he dances with his partner, a shorter man with brown hair and red glasses, wearing converse, pansexual flag styled socks, and a button up shirt that's white with rainbow vertical stripes evenly placed on it. The shorter man has to step up on his tip toes a few times, but he throws his head back and laughs, happy to be there.]
[The video opens up to Soundwave, sitting at the top of the dance floor is. There's a booth up above, where someone else is DJing but it's clear that Soundwave just came from there as he's pulling a pair of headphones off. He's wearing his usual outfit that followers of his will recognize, the techwear style jacket and pants familiar, as is the hat, the glasses, and the mask that obscure his face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. "Soundwave he/him" pops up on screen.]
[Soundwave starts to type something on his phone, taking a long time to do so. The camera starts to shift a little as the camera man moves around, bored as he waits for Soundwave to finish what he's doing.]
[Eventually you hear a snap, and the camera pans back to Soundwave who looks grumpy even with his expression covered. He sets his phone down and signs something. On the bottom of the screen, subtitles pop up asking "ready?"]
Rodimus: oh yep, yep, I'm ready. Go ahead.
[Soundwave hits something on his phone, and a robotic, monotone voice starts to read out what he had been typing.]
Soundwave: I don't like to talk about myself online because it's no one's business. I post my videos, work on mixes, and live my life. But Megatron convinced me to do this. So this is for him.
Soundwave: I met Megatron when I was young. I already knew I was different from everyone. I didn't always have the words for how I felt. I didn't have a support system. Megatron was all I had. He was the first one to accept me when I told him I wasn't a girl. At the time, it had been as simple as that. Calling myself a boy or a man had never felt right either, but it was the closest word I had. So that's what I was, for a long time.
[The voice cuts off and Soundwave pulls his phone back, typing for a little before the video jumps with a quick edit to him holding the phone back out.]
Soundwave: Being an nonverbal autistic queer kid growing up meant that no one wanted to listen to what I had to say, or help me communicate. And the way I could communicate was 'wrong'. I had to be loud to be heard. No one believed what I had to say because I was autistic, because I was apparently 'dumb'. I didn't understand things, in their eyes. Yet I understood more about myself than they ever knew about me. When I could, I left home to be with the only person who ever tried to understand me. Since then, I've learned more about myself. Since then, I've been more myself than ever.
Soundwave: I don't identify as a man anymore. I don't really feel like I have a gender at all, but I couldn't stand being seen as a woman. I had to be seen as a man. But no one wanted to respect that, because I couldn't or wouldn't talk, because I wasn't 'normal' in any way. I never really understood why gender was such a big deal to everyone else, but I understood that it was, and so it had to be a big deal to me. It never really meant much to me, except for how people would see me. I never got the chance to explore non-binary identities because it was thrown at me as an insult. 'They/them' was used as a way to disrespect me. I think Megatron said the term for me is agender, but I feel so disconnected from everything about gender, it doesn't feel right to put a label on it. I want people to see me as a man, even if I don't feel like one.
[There's another cut, and it's clear Soundwave has been typing again. The lights are different, and there's a small arm resting on Soundwave's leg. Whoever it belongs to is hidden from the camera which has angled itself up a little more.]
Soundwave: I don't really feel like Pride belongs to me. It feels like a non-issue to me, just a part of me that I don't need to be loud about anymore. I've been loud for so much of my formative years because I had no other choice, and now I do, and now I want to live my life. I don't owe anyone anything, I never did. I was lucky enough to have one person who respected me, who loved me, and who was there for me when I needed him. I'm a parent now, and I have other things to worry about than to fight every person who decides I shouldn't exist.
Soundwave: I know some of my followers are probably watching this. This is not an invitation to ask me personal questions or be overfamiliar. But Megatron made a point in saying there are probably more kids out there who were like me who probably need a voice where they don't have one. I've never liked being in the spotlight. But he had a point. I wish someone could have been my voice when I was younger.
Soundwave: So if you're out there. It gets better. You will find your family, you will find your peace, and you will eventually get to be who you are. Fight for it if you need to, lean on someone else to fight for you if that helps. But never give up.
[Soundwave pulls the phone back, typing something one handed as his other hand is off screen. He doesn't type so long this time before he turns the phone back around.]
Soundwave: Oh, and I'm aro-ace by the way. Not that it matters.
[Rodimus laughs off screen, the camera shaking a bit.]
Rodimus: the comments are gonna lose it over that. But hey man, that was… really nice. Thanks for saying something.
[Soundwave sets the phone down and signs something which has Rodimus laughing. There's a voice that murmurs off screen, too low to make out any words. They seem to be translating for Rodimus.]
Rodimus: Uh huh, can't ruin your image right.
[Soundwave flips Rodimus off, angled slightly away from the camera to make it clear he's flipping Rodimus off.]
Rodimus: Yeesh, tough crowd. You and Megatron really are friends.
[Soundwave doesn't respond, but he stares blankly at Rodimus. The screen fades to black a moment later.]
[It opens to the dance floor where you see two couples dancing. One is a pair of people who aren't so drastically different in height. They're both brunettes, dancing around each other in intricate moves but always seem to come back to each other. They stare lovingly at each other, the woman beaming bright with purple lipstick, and the man looking at her softly. The other couple has a bit more of a drastic height difference. The woman has brunette hair with teal streaks, dressed in a pretty teal dress. Her partner is a shorter man who's a bit more wider and stockier built, with glasses and a Hawaiian shirt on. They're more swaying together than dancing, but they look happy.]
[The video opens up to Rodimus who seems to be holding the camera for himself, vlog style. He's beaming bright and wearing a shirt with flames on it. The text isn't super legible. "Rodimus he/him'' pops up on screen.]
Rodimus: Me last! What does being queer mean to me? Well, it means I'm pretty cool.
[He shoots a single finger gun at the camera, before he drops it and his expression goes a little soft.]
Rodimus: And it means I get to surround myself with some pretty cool people too. All these people who love each other and love me and wanted to step up and say their piece for all the people who don't have a voice. They're all really cool. Don't forget to be loud and proud this Pride. Thanks for watching everyone.
[The video ends with a little montage of pictures from throughout the night, various people seen in the video and some who weren't. But everyone looks happy in them. There's a range of flags seen throughout and colourful decorations in the back. There's shots of food and drinks, shots of people dancing, shots of people laughing and talking and leaning on each other. After a minute or so of this slideshow, the video cuts to black and ends.]
Comments:
conconconehead: the Hatchet and Deadlock got together???????? can't say I saw that one coming but good for them :)
aruceeingthis: Wow Rodders get me from a better angle next time will you 🤨jk jk love u <3
youcansoundmywaves: QUEER TRANS ND SOUNDWAVE REAL!!! he's just like me fr 😭
xxquintessonlickerxx: man if i were rodimus stuck between that leather daddy and that ginger bear of a man... 🫦let's just say primus couldn't move me if he tried
friedpickles66: Springer's such a sweetie 🥺 springer can i share your dad with you
→ springertime: Sending you some of his hugs rn :)
→ friedpickles66: OMG OMG SPRINGER REPLIED THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DriftingInTheWind9: Drift is ace? Oh I'm so proud of him🥺He looks so happy too!
!horribullhead: ohhhhhhh that's why rodimus makes PANcakes all the time...
cybertroniandproud1249: Why are we all ignoring that Megatron is out of prison and spreading his homosexual agenda like it's nothing. That man is a terrorist.
→cons4eva: because he's hot duh
→rexyifyourenasty: wow homophobia…that's not very Primus-loving of you
→xxquintessonlickerxx: just open your eyes and appreciate that his chest is out of prison too 🫦
Thunderclash ✔️: Great video Rodimus :) Wishing everyone who reads this a Happy Pride, wherever and whoever you are. Being yourself and true to who you are will always be important. 🌈
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