|A picture of myself and Jax when he was a puppy and newly adopted <3|
Rhythm, Blues, and Techno TunesRhythm, Blues, & Techno TunesRhythm, Blues, and Techno Tunes by ~TCLindsay
If there were ever a time that a kid would find lunchtime terrifying, it was now. Rafael Esquivel, better known as Raf to his friends, was digging into his locker to pull out his backpack so he could go out and sit on the grass with both Jack Darby, and Miko Nakadai. He would need to go to the cafeteria first though to pick up his lunch and to that purpose he pulled out the five dollars his mom had given him, stuffing it into his jean pocket.
A shove to the back of his shoulder, his foot stepping on his shoelace, and toppling head-first into his own locker. Raf yelped in surprise as the door slammed directly after him, trapping him inside of the small space, standing on top of his books and crushing his homework. Raf turned around as much as he could, small fists pounding against the interior of his locker.
“Let me out of here!” he yelled, hands beating in a one-two rhythm
Confession to a PrimeConfession to a PrimeConfession to a Prime by ~TCLindsay
It was a quiet night in the silo; all of his soldiers had patrol duty or were within their own quarters for recharge. Ratchet, as always, was working steadily on their impromptu medical facilities, but he too would retreat for recharge. As Prime he himself would go to recharge after his soldiers and be on patrol before any had awoken from their restful states. For now he would spend his time at the top of the silo as he often did. Overlooking the horizon of this young planet often brought him calm to his otherwise troubled spark; yes troubled. Though Optimus kept to himself what caused such sensations he still felt the