Hello I am Dragowolf.

I am a big time Bluestreak fan and absolutely love reading fanfics about him and when I notice that there were only a few fics that had him in them I decided that maybe I should write some of my own. I write as often as I can but I am in college and so I will only be able to write when I have time and/or when I have an idea.

I love to read other people's work becaue it helps me think of stories that I could write and things that I can do.

Oh if anyone will look at my avatar/Image you will see a wolf, it was made by saint of suicides on deviantART. This is Bluestreak as a wolf!! I love it!!

By the way here are the couples I like (not in this order):

Optimus/Elita

Ironhide/Chromia

Firestare/Inferno/Red Alert (I know a weird one but it works)

Arcee/Springer/Hot Rod (Again one that works really well)

Bluestreak/Wheeljack

Bluestreak/Sunstreaker/Sideswipe

Ratchet/Wheeljack

Ratchet/Sunstreaker/Sideswipe

Bluestreak/Prowl

Prowl/Jazz

Hound/Mirage

I will not be able to write about all of these couple because I am not that talented. If I were I would write about all of them but I am not. If wishes were horses beggers would ride.

I post this next thing because I believe that what matters most is not what gender you or your parnter are but how much love you have for each other.

HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY

I am the boy who never finished high school because I got called a fag everyday.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson."

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.

--IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS--

This has to be one of the saddest things I have ever read.

Alright!! I'm all done with college for the spring! Now I will be having one class online this summer but other then that I'm done!! So there should be more stories on their way!! The muses just have to fully wake up from the nap they were taking during the school year.

Hope you like the stories that I write. Thank you for taking the time to read this.