#I have a team meshing in a way I've never seen before right now and I'm SO into it ngl

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I think the funny thing is that worship teams, in my experience with pretty chill nondenominational churches, tend to have weirdly specific ecosystems. the vocal leader and the keyboardist are best buddies. sound techs and visual techs tend to have beef, for whatever reason. backup singers and/or vocalists who don't play an instrument usually need a confidence boost. sound techs and the rhythm section are basically telepaths with each other. the drummer is always a goofball. the visual media tech is all but all-knowing. everything is held together by duct tape and prayers.

[misc-obeyme]

that fem villain mammon art makes me feel so many things, i went crazy when i saw it and my tags for it reflected that

LIKE I'LL JOIN YOUR SIDE ANY DAY MA'AM, JUST ONE CHANCE IS ALL I NEED PLEASE INCAN MAKE YOU SO HAPPY

if there was ever a curse where mammon got turned into a woman, I'd die on the spot. Solomon had an experiment that went wrong and now him and Mammon are affected (mcsolomams heart says it's because they were all hanging out together in his room)

I can only imagine what they would do if they both got turned 😭 team up and mess with me probably. please guys i am fragile, and i WILL run away and hide for my own sake. Like they think i get flustered now?? crank it up to ten. THEY'D GET A KICK OUT OF IT TOO !!! i hate them (said with sickening affection)

like the dame events had me in a chokehold. I can tell you I definitely dropped my phone and yelled when I saw the mammon card like HE HAS A THIGH ACCESSORY AND MESH PANELING AND LIPSTICK that i want to ruin WHO SAID RHAT

i am just a weak woman when it comes to pretty women *head in hands* it's the bisexual in me

anyway HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL !!! work is breathing down our necks to meet our credit card goals, and my store manager is trying to plead for me and the replen manager to get a raise so HOPING !!! (IT WASN'T A RUMOR TECHNICALLY YIPPEE)

I've started giving my cashiers stickers for getting any kind of sign up or application and 😭 it's kinda endearing how excited some of them get. Like even the one's who seemed kinda skeptical/thought it was silly are immediate telling me over the walkie when they get something

barbatos giving mammon stickers when he gets good grades, or a shiny sticker and a kiss when it's an A grade

ALSO MY STORE MANAGER GAVE ME A $25 GIFT CARD TODAY AND BOUGHT US PIZZA BECAUSE I WAS WORKING THE MORNING FOR ONCE 😭 HE SAID THEY REALLY MISSED ME WHILE I WAS ON VACATION LOLOL

okay im done I think HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON!!!!

OKAY RIGHT. The bisexual in me was also freaking out lol. I was like wow I don't think I've ever wanted anyone to step on me before, but FOR HER-

They would absolutely mess with you, there is no way that scenario could go down any other way lol. Like oh? You like us this way, huh? Let us show you just what we can do~

Cue heavy flirting and teasing and wow I would not be strong enough to resist them.

Oh yeah Mammon's dame card nearly killed me with his stupid thighs I was like EXCUSE YOU. How dare you, you were already pretty enough as a man, now you're gonna go ahead and hit me with the thigh bling??

OH YAY I hope they get you that raise!!! You deserve it!!

Listen, I would be thrilled if someone was giving me stickers for doing a good job. It's the simple human brain, we like rewards. I have a sticker system for when I'm actually writing my novels where I award myself a sticker for every 500 words I write. Needless to say they haven't seen any use in ages because I abandoned my novels for fanfic lol. I tried using them for that instead but it was harder because I never know how many words things are gonna end up. At least with novels I know it's gonna be over 50k so like 500 is a good goal for a daily amount. (And I always wrote more than that anyway so my little section gets full up with sparkly stars tee hee~)

Anyway, the point here is that stickers are fun and make people happy!

Now listen... Barb's rewards for Mammon are officially in smut town because of the tags you left on that fic, by the way. I was like OH. That's right, he did abandon his homework to come be with Barb and if Barbatos knew that...? Anyway part two is going to be posted soon and you'll see. Not me already thinking about part three, I have a problem.

YESSSS pizza!! This is the thing, employers don't know how much they rely on you until you're gone! LOL!

I hope you have a lovely day/night as well! 💕

[mymistakewriting]

Evan Buckley & trauma responses

This one was surprisingly hard to write because I had no idea just how involved I wanted this post to be because let's face it, Buck's been through a lot. So it's been sitting in my drafts the entire time my partner's been down here visiting me because I had no damned idea how to put all my thoughts and feelings into words while we were still playing catch up on the show (we still aren't caught up but we're almost there, I promise, just a couple more episodes).

That said, this isn't fully involved. There are going to be a lot of things I don't cover or don't delve into as deep as I want to. Those will come later as their own post, or you're welcome to ask my opinions on things you haven't seen me talk about yet (this goes for ANY character, not just the ones I've screamed into the void about).

Trigger / Content Warnings: Mentions of grievous injury. Mentions of abuse. Mentions of natural disasters. Basically, if you know anything about Buck, count it as a trigger. He's a walking trauma response in the form of a humanized golden retriever.

Evan "Buck" Buckley is a walking case of trauma. And it's formed a lot of who he is as a person, and I don't necessarily say that as the worst thing because all of the pain and trauma and hardship he's survived has made him who he is, which is a wonderful person. But I just want to take this post to focus in on how his behaviors changed subtly following some of his traumas.

Let's start with an easy one, though. Abby. Now, I have opinions about Abby and Buck that I'll talk about separately given the chance. But what I want to talk about is the trauma he experiences with Abby while he's with her. He's still a probie at the time (he's the 118's probie until about two months before Eddie shows up if I did the math kind of right, but it isn't a long gap), and he's naive and he's still very much a kid trying to carve out who he is as a person. Abby's not - she's given up a lot of who she is to take care of her mother and frankly, I'm not entirely unconvinced that Buck wasn't a mid-life crisis decision for her as awful as that sounds. But they mesh in a way that is what Buck needed to shove him in the right direction at the time, at the start. He needed someone who was going to hear him, who trusted him to make the calls about his own body and self worth and limits instead of suggesting that maybe he was just overreacting.

But at the same time, it was such a mess of ignoring feelings and issues for what felt safe at the time that it was never going to last. There's a bit of panic underlying just about everything with Abby and Buck, and I feel like that entire relationship was the trauma, not just the "oh I almost died and had to have an emergency tracheotomy" trauma (I know the fandom jokes a lot about that getting ignored but no, I don't think it does, I think it's juxtaposed against the rest of the relationship and thrown into a light of being less of a lasting trauma than getting so attached to someone that you know isn't right and then watching as you get left behind).

It's the first thing that really tosses Buck's abandonment issues into a light instead of just being something hinted at, joked about. It makes it into something real, something that the team tiptoes around right up until Eddie puts what they all know out there, day one.

And then begins the real rush of traumas and how Buck responds.

The Hook & Ladder pinning him, the crush injury, the fear that they won't be able to free him without an in-the-field amputation. He doesn't even talk about it like he remembers what led up to it, just the sudden feeling of 3 tons sat on his leg and the fear that no, his team, his support system isn't strong enough to save him from this.

He tiptoes around the rigs after that, for a while when he gets back to work. It shook him up enough that he hesitates, not quite enough for it to be noticed and called out, but enough that you can see the team adjust how they load in to go out on calls - someone is always at Buck's shoulder as he gets in the rig, he's never last in, never last out, and eventually he stops tiptoeing so much without anyone ever saying anything about it.

And natural disasters. This man's CANON reaction with natural disasters was to research. He talks to Eddie about all of the infrastructure that California has added to some of its buildings because of Earthquakes during the 7.1 earthquake LA deals with, and that's before he ever met Chris, he just knew he needed to comfort one of his team while his line of communication with the kid was down.

The tsunami is where it gets a little more tricky. He does his research after, yes. He makes comments and references to it. But I don't think he ever faced the trauma from it. He risked his life saving others - something that I'm sure the 118 is aware of, at least, because there was more than just Charlie flying drones over the disaster zone that was the Pier and surrounding areas so there was definitely at least some footage. And he nearly died trying to find Chris - he was hurt and on blood thinners. He could have died if some of the other survivors hadn't pulled him aside and forced him to let them patch him up before he continued his search at the very least. It's why he hit the ground so fast once he knew Chris was safe. The adrenaline finally wore out of his system and that was the only thing keeping him on his feet.

He didn't take his eyes off any of his team on calls for months after he came back post-tsunami, post-lawsuit. And I don't think he's gone back to the Pier for anything other than a call since.

The lawsuit and it's aftermath will be it's own post, but you can see how heavy Eddie's words weigh on him. How hard it hits him to see his spot in his home given away in his absence, even briefly. It's childish and selfish, yes, but it stems from such a deep abandonment issue that quite frankly I'm surprised he didn't react worse. He just didn't know how else to make people listen.

And there's more. There's always more. The shit with his parents. The well collapsing on Eddie. Eddie getting shot and Buck's utter confusion at the man's concern for him when he's the one at risk of dying. His reaction to Eddie telling him that he was Chris' legal guardian if something ever happened and Eddie didn't survive it. Maddie leaving. Maddie coming back but being unsure if she could fix things. Taylor Kelly and all of the shit they went through together.

Buck's trauma responses are something that are so interesting to see because they change him as a person just briefly before he's moving on.

And it just takes his heart stopping to finally make him stop and finally start processing things - that's all his coma dream was after the lightning. It was him finally processing everything he's survived and maybe taking a step towards actually figuring out why he survived it despite the odds being against him.

[porkcracker]

Since it appears you’re taking requests, may I request (TFA) ProwlOP smut with Prowl spiking Optimus?

Feel free to ignore this if you want to. :)

Hi, thanks for requesting. I am in fact taking requests. I really hope you like it, as I've not written for Animated before. Also since you didn't specify much, I placed this pre-relationship. Have a good read and enjoy.

Also let that be a lesson peepls, don't do your business in the woods.

Optimus Prime x Prowl (Animated)

Optimus hadn't heard him coming, which isn't necessarily a surprise here, and had almost tripped over his pedes as he turned to face the ninja. Covering his equipment, he frowned at the other mech. "Prowl. I'm a bit busy here, so if you could…you know…leave," he asked with a shaking voice. 

He had chosen this clearing specifically to not be disturbed. Instead, here he was, facing a teammate who had neither the decency to walk away and pretend it never happened nor to even look away at all. Instead, it seemed as if Prowl hoped he'd be able to see through his servos if he just looked hard enough. A familiar warmth filled his faceplate at that thought, and he shifted on his pedes. The pleasure this action brought was just strong enough to result in a suppressed whimper. 

Prowl knew he should have probably turned around and walked away the moment he realized exactly what the young leader was doing, but instead he had given into temptation. He hadn't seen much, but the glimpse of pink-tinted mesh made charge run through his cables. The little whimper the other let out as he stared at him did not help the situation much. 

Watching as Prowl came closer instead of walking away, Optimus took a step back. However, his back quickly hit the tree he had previously used as a support. While he had thought about the ninja before, he usually pushed these thoughts down and away. Now, though, they seem to have returned with full force. 

As the ninja came to a stop just a couple of meters away from Optimus, he could feel the heat radiating off of him. While not a fan of the team as a whole, Prowl could admit that he liked their leader. Enough so that this seemed like a delightful opportunity to get closer to him. "Are you sure you want me to leave? You seem to rather enjoy my presence," he calmly stated as he looked up at the others' still-flushed blue faceplate. There was a pause where Optimus seemed to be struggling to form words before he looked to the side. After thinking about it for a couple of kliks, comparing pros and cons, and ignoring the way his valve was very positive about the proposition, Optimus turned his helm back to look at Prowl and shook his head. 

At the admission, Prowl moved closer until their chassis were almost touching. While his visor made it hard to gauge his emotions, Optimus could feel the heat of the other mech's frame just like Prowl could feel his own. "Would you like me to help you?" the black and gold mech asked, almost teasing, and Optimus found it once more hard to formulate an answer. "Yes, please," he finally replied, after opening and closing his mouth a couple of times. More than one thought about what he could do with that pretty mouth ran through Prowl's processor, but he ignored them for a possible later. 

"Take my shoulders and lean back." he ordered and waited with anticipation for the Prime to comply. After a moment of hesitation, Optimus did just that and moved his servos to Prowl's shoulders. Grabbing the gold and black armor, he almost let go right away again as his pedes suddenly left the ground. Reflexively, he wrapped his legs around the closest thing available. 

The closest thing available turned out to be Prowl's waist, which left him pressed between the tree and the smaller mech. Said mech felt his charge spike as he now found himself with two servos full of Prime and his valve pressed right against his own interfacing panel. Now able to get a closer look at said valve, Prowl didn't hesitate to do so. Blue mesh with pink lubricant covering his folds like a glaze, Prowl regretted not getting a taste first, but with how the yellow biolights were blinking up at him, he knew Optimus wouldn't have been able to hold back for long. 

Noticing the stare, Optimus began to fidget in his position. He was just about to say something when he heard a telltale click and then watched as Prowl's spike pressurized. Black and tan, with golden accents and bumps that made his valve clench on nothing, he couldn't stop himself from grinding his valve against it as best he could. 

Prowl shuddered in pleasure at the feeling and pushed his hips closer for more friction. The mesh was just as soft as he would have thought, and he could not wait to be completely surrounded by it. However, he decided to wait until Optimus asked for it. 

This did not take long. Soon after, Optimus started to moan and ask for more. "Please- Ah, please more." His voice was breathy as he pleaded for more, only to find himself suddenly pressed harder against the tree and unable to fully move. Before he could protest, he felt his folds being parted, and then he was filled. Slowly but surely, Prowl pushed deeper and deeper into the velvety heat until he was fully seated. 

Not able to hold back any longer, the ninja pulled out slowly before pushing back in hard and fast. Optimus threw his helm back, hitting the tree with a clank drowned out by the moan that left him. There was no break as Prowl continued his rhythm with a steadily faster pace, until both of them were a panting and moaning mess. 

It did not take long before Optimus felt his overload approaching at a quick rate; the rippling of his calipers no doubt made Prowl aware of this fact too. Instead of slowing down, Prowl thrust even deeper until he felt Optimus calipers clench around him in overload. Pulling out one last time, he pushed deep in again and gave a last grind with his hips before overloading himself. 

After a moment of regaining their composure, Prowl carefully pulled out, taking care not to accidentally overstimulate the Prime. Said Prime was venting hard and had his head resting as comfortably as possible on Prowl's shoulders, making no indication he planned on moving anytime soon.