#are coming

[canmking]

[beatlepaul4ever]

Oh we know they are. All over each other probably. At least John and Paul are.

[mudwerks]

(via FDA experts unanimously endorse over-the-counter birth control pills)

cue a wave of outrage from the Forced-Birth Enthusiasts

[pedropascaliscute]

Source: The Last Of Us :instagram story.

[tobehonestband]

Me focused on this new track we're working for you.

[king-valkyriee]

OMG YES KID LOKI INTRODUCED!!!💚

[anon-e-miss]

I’m very curious about how Monster Jazz and Prowl meet!

There was no great honour given to the Praxian volunteers when they returned home after a vorn in the remote Archipelago. They quietly returned to their lives, none ever gave interviews but Prowl supposed it was likely that they were not permitted to speak. Despite the like of honours bestowed to them, the volunteers always returned, always, except for Barricade.

Though Prowl had petitioned to be granted a rare pass to visit the Archipelago as a free mech, the Ministry of Travel would not hear Prowl's case. They saw Barricade’s... defection as a mark against his brother, ab unforgivable sin. So far as they were concerned, Barricade had abandoned his citizenship. Praxus may have abandoned Barricade but his brother had not.

As the Frigus storms gave way to Saltor, Prowl submitted his declaration. With a small bit of trickery, he tampered with the draw and when his designation was called, Prowl did not feign surprise, he was a terrible actor. His commanders were irritated, a vorn's leave was an inconvenience to them, without a doubt but they had no choice but to grant it to him; Praxus' law was very clear on the matter.

Though no returning volunteers had been permitted to give interviews of their experiences, Prowl was aware of what was expected of him. Polihexians required incubators for their clutches of eggs. These eggs would be deposited in his gestational tank, and after sometime of them maturing in the heat of Prowl’s frame, he would lay the eggs. Considering how small his gestational port was, Prowl did not imagine the eggs could get that big.

"Go on," his ministerial escort grumbled as the gang plank lowered. "It's too late for second thoughts."

"I do not have any second thoughts," Prowl retorted.

Flicking a dismissive doorwing to the escort, he descended. There was a small entourage of Polihexians waiting for him. It was then that Prowl realized that they were all bare of armour, wearing only strings of crystals over their chassis' and embroidered wraps around their waists. One wore a headdress and a greater number of crystal strands. The mech offered Prowl a red servo as the Praxian stepped from the ramp.

"Generous hips," the mech observed and Prowl flushed. "Good for an easy lay."