#The drought is (partially) over

[orphyd]

✅ Officially a Girlfriend 🫡🍾🥳

[ender-goo]

He's starting to grow on me ngl

(Based on this drawing ! )

[kosovare-madridista]

Front Yard Concrete Pavers

[solliciiti]

Miami River Rock

[vicsy]

maxiel; mutual post-Hungary jack-off session. 1.5k.

we cope how we can and this is my humble offering.

Max is panting into his neck wetly, his arm sandwiched between their chests. Daniel’s got a mouthful of Max sweat-slick hair sticking to his lips, his tongue, half of his weight pressing Daniel into the stiff couch cushions. He stares at the low ceiling, the light fixture there, running his fingers up and down Max’s spine, his naked skin almost sparking a match beneath Daniel’s fingertips. He feels boneless but on edge; anger but an afterthought but present nonetheless.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Fuck,” Max echoes.

Daniel shuts his eyes, a nervous giggle bubbling in his chest, making Max's head bounce a little. What a fucking mess.

He knocked on the door of Max’s motorhome half expecting to be told to fuck off. Max looked wild and Daniel recognized the glint in his eyes too well to let those expectations fly. He got gripped by the collar of his race suit and unceremoniously yanked inside, well against the odds continuously stacking not in his favor. Max locked the door before he paced to the small kitchen and then turned back, watching Daniel like he had been another ghost of their shared past.

“Daniel,” he raked his eyes up and down his form, pausing at his lips. Max’s race suit was partially off and his shoulders were squared, either for the fight or for surrender. The latter he chose rarely but desperate time, matching measures.

“No time,” Daniel said hurriedly, pouncing, but Max had been waiting for him, almost with open arms.

He didn’t give too much thought to navigating whatever he and Max have rekindled after years of drought. They’ve been glued together for the past two weeks, practically living in each other’s pockets, so falling back into the embrace of old habits felt like an inevitability that Daniel welcomed. No harm, no foul.

There was no finesse to their lips crashing, teeth clanking, Max’s hands fumbling with the zipper of Daniel’s race suit. He had beelined straight to Max’s motorhome without changing, riled up to the point where his vision had tunnelled and had shown him the way. Daniel slipped his palms under the hem of Max’s fireproofs, up his waist, tugging the tight material off and away. He missed the reek of champagne soaked fabric clinging to Max and it only made Daniel push forward harder, tongue slipping past Max’s familiar lips, one hand gripping the back of his neck.

No chances — they never made it to the adjacent bedroom because Max’s race went almost as shitty as Daniel’s and Max always gives as good as he gets.

Stumbling over the coffee table and a suitcase, Daniel parked himself on the uncomfortable couch and Max finally dealt with his race suit, all but ripping the top half of it down, burying his face into the crook of his armpit. Throwing one leg over Daniel’s thigh, Max inhaled audibly and moaned.

Daniel was woozy with desperation. His hand made it to its destination, fingers bumping against the outline of Max’s half-hard dick. His hips jerked, rubbing against Daniel’s clothed thigh, too much of an impediment but he couldn’t stand the idea of going through a costume change, not when Max kissed up his neck and cupped him through the thick material of the race suit.

Shimmying up, Daniel tried to make it easier for Max but it’s was too much work, too messy, so he opted to take the initiative and tug Max’s fully hard dick out, moving the elastic of his fireproofs behind his balls. It could not have been ideal, downright uncomfortable, but Daniel knew Max — his mouth dropped open, a whine tumbling off his lips at the slight discomfort, breath tickling Daniel’s chin. His dick twitched in Daniel’s palm. He grinned, arching an eyebrow at Max and got squeezed hard in return under his fiery gaze.

Max managed to get an easier access to his dick, half sitting in Daniel’s lap, one arm thrown around his neck for balance, fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of Daniel’s neck. He gave an experimental tug and Max reciprocated without missing a beat. Pleasure shot up Daniel’s spine and his hunger came alive with vengeance. He bit into Max’s lower lip, palming his waist with a free hand. It felt like a boxing match, Max pumping him fast and sloppy; Daniel holding on to the razor’s edge of unbridled desire, taking as much as he can. The void opening in his chest called for more. And more.

He had shit to do and it was an atrocity on its own, not having the freedom to take Max all the way, sink into his body like it could be another homecoming after years of aimless roaming.

Instead, Daniel drew back and looked down at Max’s cock drooling precome over the rose tattoo on his hand. He felt a bit sick with it, with the open road of possibilities ahead, so he twisted his wrist and Max rocked forward, sunk his teeth into his jaw harder, groaning. Daniel did it again and Max’s hold on his spasmed, his hips jutting back and forth, seeking release.

Daniel couldn’t breathe in the lack of space between their bodies, between the way Max matched his speed when Daniel jacked him faster and faster, the slide almost too dry to really feel good but nothing about the day they both had had screamed for something soft or tender.

With a hitch in his breath, Max came first. It was somewhat fitting for him to cross the finish line before Daniel but he was just behind, on Max’s tail, shooting once, twice, three times. His come painted Max’s bare chest, flushed with a lovely pink blush, and a couple of pearly-white droplets landed on his puffy nipples. Daniel got a sudden urge to lick it off but he couldn’t be arsed to move, let alone let go of Max. He peppered kisses over Max’s cheek, the side of his jaw, wherever he could reach. Daniel feeling stickiness cling to his skin where Max’s release soaked through his fireproofs and it was probably the highlight of the day.

It felt gratifying, in a way — he and Max were practically in the same boat. Fucked over by the team, bristling with anger they had no opportunity to let out to the fullest. Only exception was Max’s boat had some points in it. Daniel has been left adrift with nothing.

He let himself slide flat onto the couch and Max followed, tethered. The dead weight on Daniel felt grounding almost as much as it was crushing his ribcage as he tried to catch his breath. He would not have changed it, though. In the sea of fluctuations, Daniel knew all but one place to anchor himself to.

The circumstance of today catches up to Daniel as he's fighting off a wave of bone-deep exhaustion. He's lost the track of time. Max places a small kiss to his throat, his hand squeezing over Daniel's shoulder.

“I still gotta go to debrief. Fuck,” Daniel groans, tired and wrung out. The remaining sparks of pleasure fizzle out, leaving him running on empty.

Max hums and then makes an effort to unstick himself from Daniel, not without staring at him from above, all heady, his lips kiss-slick and so wonderfully tantalising. It's a sight Daniel missed. He wipes the come off his palm against the couch, rather inconspicuously, and steadily gets up to his feet. This feels awfully normal, like he never even left.

“You can come after the debrief if you want,” Max says, more like throws at him, picking up the discarded piece of fireproofs off the floor.

Daniel adjust himself to look somewhat presentable and partially succeeds at the job. He gives himself a once-over in the full-length mirror by the door and stops abruptly, as if cut off. Thinks again, turning the implication around in his head, then catches Max moving in his peripheral, almost like a shark circling him.

“Aren’t you flying out tonight?”

Max looks at him, long, then shrugs, sitting back in the couch to get his racing boots off. He makes a face, nose scrunched.

“I of course can leave tonight, Daniel,” he says, measured. Daniel tracks his movements, remembering; and memorizing anew. “Jet is ready to go anyway. No point to stay longer, honestly. Fucking shame of a race.”

Daniel’s been fighting an uphill battle — on track, in the car, in the briefing room — and losing out on those fine margins. His hands are tied most of the time. He’s being nice, a real team player, someone who chooses the high road even if he gets trampled along the way. Daniel should just leave for the debrief, get an earful of meaningless words and then catch a flight he has booked. Meet Max in a week for his home race like nothing happened. Onwards and upwards. Or whatever.

But maybe being nice has run its course. Maybe Daniel is ought to be selfish again.

“Hey, so,” he gets Max’s undivided attention back onto himself, grinning, and leans on the door, not yet leaving but grasping the handle in a slippery grip just in case. “That jet of yours. Got an extra seat for little ol’ me?”

Max smiles, derisive as ever, and this time around Daniel cashes in on a win.

[ocean-sunfish-hater]

The Real Life Biology of the Three Body Problem Series

In the first book of Liu Ci Xin's Three Body Problem series, we are introduced to our main antagonists, the Trisolarans. Whilst we never get to see them directly, we are shown some of their biology via the game that our protagonist plays.

ID: A grand domed palace in a chinese style sits in the background of the image. The foreground has hundreds of ancient Chinese soldiers holding white placards on sticks. Two people dressed in Chinese armour can be seen riding horses towards the palace.

In the game it is revealed that Trisolaris, the planet in the Alpha Centauri system on which the aliens reside, revolves around not one, but three suns. As such, the system is subject to the classic physics conundrum of the three body problem (after which the first book in the series is named), which states that for most initial conditions the trajectories of three celestial bodies is chaotic and difficult to predict.

This means that Trisolaris experiences very extreme, unpredictable conditions, divided into "stable eras" and "chaotic eras". Stable eras come about when Trisolaris settles into orbit around one of its three suns, bringing relative prosperity to the planet. However, chaotic eras result in disasters, such as extreme droughts, seemingly endless nights, and even changes in gravity. The first novel partially revolves around the Trisolarans attempting to see if humans could collectively solve the three body problem and bring some level of predictability to their planet.

During the course of the game, it is revealed to the protagonist (and us, the readers), that in order to cope with the devastation and unpredictability of chaotic eras, the Trisolarans can dehydrate themselves and enter a spore-like state, hibernating until the next stable era comes. This allows them to bypass some of the extreme conditions and ensures the survival of the species as a whole.

Believe it or not, we have our very own Trisolarans here on Earth. In fact, there's loads of examples, from bacteria to triops, to my favourite of the bunch, Bdelloid Rotifers.

ID: An electron micrograph of some Bdelloid Rotifers and their mouthparts. They are long and slender, with a distinct mouth and tail section. Their mouthparts look like two semicircles lined with a comb-like structure.

These microscopic animals look freaky, because they are. If you've got any media literacy you've probably picked up by now that I am segueing here because they are somewhat similar to the aliens in the Three Body Problem, except this time they are very much real. Like the Trisolarans, Bdelloids live in very ephemeral environments: their usual haunts are the very thin film of water on moss and lichen. As you can imagine, these do not last all that long, and thus when they dry up, so do the Bdelloid Rotifers; in biology, we call this process anhydrobiosis.

"Ok, that's all well and good Ocean Sunfish Hater, but why do you like these guys more than the other anhydrobiotic creatures that roam our good, green Earth?" I hear you ask.

So you know how things that reproduce asexually don't have all that much genetic variation, and how sexual reproduction gives you an edge over asexual populations since you can keep that genetic variation fun and funky fresh, and how that has been the cornerstone for eukaryotic reproduction? Well. Well. Just like me, Bdelloid Rotifers have been completely celibate for 35-40 million years, with some people even bringing that number up to 100 million years, when they diverged from their sister clade. So how do these turbo-virgins not go extinct, racking up tonnes of deleterious mutations, not having any advantageous innovations, and eventually exploding into a genetic soup?

The secret lies in their ability to dehydrate. Not only is it a really handy dandy way to stay alive when your only source of water is gone, it literally rips apart their cells and genes! And why! Why the fuck does that help? It sounds like the opposite of helping!

ID: An electron micrograph of the foot of a Bdelloid Rotifer. It has been shaded a light green. The structure looks almost like a face, with a smile and two stalk-like structures that could be mistaken for eyes. But this is not a face.

Having this mild-to-moderate level of cell membrane and chromosomal damage enables the Bdelloids to take up genetic material from their environment, mostly via their digestive systems, where their last meals are slowly being broken down to reveal that juicy DNA inside. When the water returns and the Bdelloids rehydrate, this genetic material gets incorporated into their chromosomes as their cells get back to work repairing themselves. And they sure ain't picky. In fact, it has been shown that in some species of Bdelloids, up to 8% of their genetic material has non-animal origins. How cool is that?

This is probably what has allowed them to continue adapting and evolving, even when they have been reproducing asexually for so long. This strategy has been so successful that the Bdelloids have managed to diversify into over 450 species. Pretty impressive for a class of animals that haven't had sex in over 40 million years.

Perhaps the Trisolarans might have a similar mechanism as part of their biology (even if they do reproduce sexually as stated in the book). Maybe they've managed to survive for this long because they have been able to absorb useful genes from their home planet, just like Bdelloids have been doing here on Earth. I don't know if these are what Liu Ci Xin had in mind when he wrote the Three Body Problem, but they sure were what I was thinking of when I read the book.

If you're still here, thanks for reading! I know this was a bit of a longer post, but I just wanted to use the new Netflix show to talk about one of my favourite books and one of the weirdest, most underappreciated animals.

[greenwitchcrafts]

Chamomile

Matricaria chamomilla (shown) | Chameamelum nobile

Known as: Chamaimelon, earth apple, German chamomile, ground apple, heermannchen chamaimelon, maythen, manzanilla, Roman chamomile, scented mayweed, whig plant & wild chamomile

Related plants: There are two species of chamomile, both are in the Asteraceae family (Roman chamomile & German chamomile) with plants that consists of over 32,000 known species of flowering plants in over 1,900 genera within the order Asterales. They are commonly referred to as the aster, daisy, composite or sunflower family. I am from this point forward referring to Matricaria chamomilla in this post specifically.

Parts used: whole flower & leaves

Habitat & cultivation: This flowering plant is native to South-West Asia, Eastern & Southern Europe but can be found on almost  continents nowadays. The wild-growing chamomile species normally grow on sandy to loamy soils that are mostly acidic and should be open.

Plant type: Annual

Region: 5-9

Harvest: Can be harvested as soon as blooms have established which is about 10 weeks.

Growing tips: The roots of chamomile are shallow and just barely grip onto the top soil which makes it more sensitive to water conditions during the initial stages of growth when the plant is establishing itself. However once it's established, it is drought tolerant & need about an inch of water a week. Wait until after the last spring frost to add chamomile to your garden. It grows well in raised beds, containers, and in-ground gardens. Space chamomile plants 8 inches apart in full sun for best flowering. In hot climates, an area with partial afternoon shade is ideal.

Medicinal information: Chamomile has been used as a traditional medicine for thousands of years. A mouth rinse with chamomile might relieve mouth sores caused by cancer treatments. Some research suggests that chamomile could help with other conditions, like diarrhea in children, hemorrhoids, anxiety, and insomnia. When used on the skin, chamomile might help with skin irritation and wound healing. Some research has documented that it may be as effective as hydrocortisone cream for eczema.

Cautions: Most experts say chamomile is safe. It can cause drowsiness and, in large doses, vomiting. It also has the potential to trigger allergic reactions in people who are allergic to related plants in the daisy family, although such reactions are very rare. Given the lack of evidence about its long-term safety, chamomile is not recommended for people who are pregnant or chestfeeding.

Magickal properties

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Sun

Element: Fire

Deities: Cernunnos, Karnaya, Mercury, Oshun, St.Anne & Sun gods

Magical uses:

• Burn as an incense to aid in sleep and meditation

• Plant around your house to ward against psychic or magickal attacks

• Wash your hands with chamomile before gambling to ensure good luck

• Use in an infusion to wash your thresholds to stop unwanted energies from passing through

• Place the flowers in your wallet to attract money

• Keep in a satchet to protect against physical or magickal danger

• Add to a dream pillow with lavender to ensure peaceful sleep

• Anoint a green candle with crushed chamomile for a simple money spell

• Steep in hot water, then sprinkle around yourself as a metaphysical barrier

• Add to spells to increase the chances of success

• Use in ritual baths with catnip and rose to attract a lover

• To alleviate overwhelming emotions, you can hold dry chamomile in your hands as you recite affirmations or prayers to ease the heart

[lovesickeros]

lord its so dark in here the sahara desert of tsaritsa content you are like a shining oasis. your characterisation of her compels me & mihoyo would be hard pressed to top it imo.!! caaaaan i humbly request yr thoughts on her first meeting w a reader of any kind, or maybe even multiple kinds (sagau, sagau god au, isekai, etc) if you so desire...

it really is like a desert here. being the fan of a character we aren't getting until the last damn nation is driving me up a wall but i will persevere bc if nothing else i support morally bankrupt women in media. we r in a severe drought over here but i do my best. unfortunately nothing i say is ever coherent so pull out your translation notes its abt 2 be messy

also this got out of hand but thats bc first meetings w the tsaritsa are tricky to write + a LOT of her characterization lies in deeper exploration then just surface level yknow...NOT A DIG AT YOU this is just my excuse for rambling. gently pats the tsaritsa she can hold so much complexity i do not have the word count to delve into it completely :]

gonna talk cult au for a bit here though because that's 99% of my content. and honestly? she thrives in sub au's of the cult au like villain au + imposter au. it's basically made for her. i mean, early days, the imposter au had been going around for a little while but one of the first few ideas was the Fatui taking reader in so like. it kinda technically actually was. pretty sure cult au Tsaritsa popped up because of the imposter au. a lot of it's writers kinda left though which. man am i getting old or.

anyway.

there isn't much of a chance her first impression is all that positive. at best it's usually neutral, imo, but rarely if ever positive. specifically because i view the Tsaritsa as someone who isn't as fanatical as most of the acolytes typically are towards the creator. she's not exactly going to worship the ground you walk on unlike a certain geo lizard. which is partially why i think she thrives in the sub au's i mentioned.

imposter au, for example. she meets you at your lowest. there's no gaudy extravagance or pampering from the acolytes waiting for you because your own acolytes have turned on you. for all intents and purposes you aren't a "god" at all. which is why i don't think she meshes well with normal cult au reader. the Fatui are made up of outcasts, basically, and imposter au slots right in just perfectly. you're weak, at your lowest, when you meet the Fatui in the imposter au. and the Fatui can help you, too.

a mutual exchange, really. the Tsaritsa sees a tool she can use to one up the rest of the nations and especially Archons, and she has no qualms about you using her and the Fatui in turn. you both want something out of it, after all. whether you just want to be safe from the rest of the acolytes, or you want revenge, or whatever else..she'll give you the power to fulfill it, and she gains the strongest piece on the chessboard when all is said and done.

the best way i can describe the first meeting is "practical", i suppose. she sees an opportunity in you. the ultimate gamble. because if she "saves" you, and you dont trust anyone else because they tried to kill you, well..she holds all the cards, doesn't she?

but the Tsaritsa, imo, is just as capable of being just as fanatical towards you as anyone else. she just won't worship you as the creator. but as yourself? clawing your way back to your divine power and taking back what belongs to you? the Tsaritsa is, to me, a character who's character flourishes in long-term fics more because she changes a LOT between "just met reader" and after having been with reader for some time. she's practically apathetic at the beginning but a lot of her character, in my characterization, shines through LONG after the first meeting.

[icystorm76]

I know we’re in a tad bit of a Jhea content drought, and I have a theory as to why. I think it has to do with Ilja dragunovs injury.

I think they were setting it up so that Ilja would fight TJD, partially over his support for Jey. They were clearly setting up tension between them, with Iljas support of Jey as the main inciting incident. This would then push Jey further into the feud because TJD beat someone up because of him. This would push him closer to Rhea.

Since Ilja got injured, they obviously can’t do that anymore, so now we’re in a holding pattern as they try to figure out what to do next.

I don’t think they’ve dropped the storyline, because the instagram posts keep coming. They’re keeping it alive, It’s just on ice until they figure out their next move. (God I hope it’s just on ice.)

[moviestarmartini]

Babygirl... we NEEEED brahim x reader where brahim is all soft and subby and begging for it. Pls pls.

hit the switch. — brahim díaz x reader

summary: away at a family reunion for some time now, brahim gets desperate at the drought you've put him through.

wc: 1.8k

warnings: established relationship, nsfw (18+ DUHHH), sub!brahim, slightly mean dom!reader, kitchen sex, p in v, barely any foreplay aside from making out (don't let men do this to you y'all), fluffy ending as always.

A/N: i think i got this request abt a week ago and got STRAIGHT to writing thank u sm for this anon. hope you like it !!

now playing. . . comerte entera by c. tangana

Brahim had been following you around like a lost puppy for the last few hours. Your family loved him dearly; he was a gentleman, so the invitation to the yearly family reunion was imminent. But the questions and catching up could get overwhelming after some time. The adults were outside drinking and arguing about politics, while the ‘children’��� cousins and siblings, all grown adults with children of their own, even— sat in the studio catching up. The booze was flowing, everyone was positively buzzed, excluding you and Brahim. He didn’t drink to maintain his diet, and you only followed in partial solidarity, only drinking a glass of wine during dinner.

After the fifth embarrassing story of your childhood you sighed, rolling your eyes, “I’ll go get another glass of wine and a bat to shut you guys up!” The room burst with complaints as considering you should transition to harder alcohol and join in the fun. You respectfully declined, getting off your seat… and by seat it was Brahim’s lap.

Brahim watched intently how you walked. The way your hips moved, the curve of your back that traced down to your ass, and he had to stop himself from salivating at the way it naturally bounced with each step you took.

“Now that I’m finally free, I’ll go to the bathroom.” Brahim joked, the room full of drunks howled as he got up. He did go to the guest bathroom, but in no time sauntered by the kitchen, watching you from the door frame. He crossed his arms across his chest, lips parted in amusement. A tiny smile peeked from behind the plush rosy lips as you hummed a song, only noticing he was there once you’d finished serving yourself the red wine.

“What is it?” You knew him like the palm of his hand. He looked at you with hunger, a passive one. He just shook his head, taking slow steps towards you as the kitchen door slammed closed. Brahim wrapped his arms around you, brushing his nose against your cheek before hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Nothing. You’re just stunning.” He replied, lips ghosting the length of your neck as he pressed slow kisses. The grip around your waist loosened, his hands finding place in your hips as he pulled you closer. He gripped over the fabric of the satin skirt, inhaling your scent. He knew you disliked wearing underwear with that type of fabric, considering it would mark in a way you considered unflattering.

But he kept torturing himself with that information.

“You sure it’s nothing?” You broke the hug, reaching your hand forward and cupping his face. You saw the amusement flash through his eyes, soliciting a smirk to start growing on your face. You read him like an open book. “I told you we have to wait to be back home.” You took a sip of your glass before setting it on the counter, propping yourself on your arms to sit on the marble countertop kitchen island.

Brahim pouted, “Pero mi princesa,” He whined, finding a place between your legs. “I literally saw your cousin hooking up with her high school ex when the party started! They’re all looking to expand the families at the family reunion, why do we need to hold back?” He sounded genuinely frustrated, and for good reason; you would have sex at least thrice a week before coming here. You’d been there for almost a week and there had been barely any action.

You laughed lowly, brushing his hair into place. He looked at you with those shiny brown eyes, knowing he wanted to coerce you. “It’ll be quick,” Brahim appealed for his case, his hands resting on your hips once more. “No te pongas así, mamita. Please”

He watched with panicked eyes as you seemed to really think it through, and all his hopes seemed to be crashing down before you tugged him by his sweater into a kiss. It started out slow, careful. Each time Brahim tried to turn things up an octave, you pressed a warning hand to his chest. He was quick to follow your lead, afraid the disobedience would mean you were going to back down.

His hands pulling you closer, arching your back so your chest would come in contact with his only invited you to turn the kiss sloppy, your tongue sliding into his mouth. The soft whimper he made gave you a smirk mid makeout session, your arms pulled him closer by his neck.

“Please…” He begged once more, his face hidden in the crook of your neck as he deposited slow kisses down its length. “I’ve been good all week. We still have three days left here.” Your head tilting back gave him an open invitation, but you still relented giving a straight answer. You could feel his clothed cock growing hard and pressing against your thigh.

“Let me think…” You teased, though your voice came out more breathy than you would’ve liked. You could feel the pulsing between your legs, that familiar tickle in your lower stomach. “Do you really want it?” Your hand took itself to cup the boner, squeezing it a little only to watch him squirm.

Brahim leaned into the touch, jerking his hips ever so slightly. “I do… Please, please.” His voice dripped of desperation, and you could feel yourself growing hornier. “I need your pussy, joder.” His hand also sneaked under the soft fabric of your skirt, tracing the length of your upper thigh. You peered at the kitchen door; he’d closed it, and it automatically locked. That door had always been faulty, easily becoming stuck. The curtains were drawn earlier that day as you made cookies with your cousins, the decision taken by the bright sun rays becoming annoying for those still carrying a hangover headache.

‘Ah, fuck it.’ You groaned in your head, before taking Brahim into a frenzied kiss. As the oldest woman from your nuclear family, you were bred to be uptight, serious and not prone to having fun. You grew out of that as you moved away, but you encased yourself back into that mold the second you stepped into your childhood home.

“Is that a yes?” Brahim panted as you parted for a second, fluttering his lashes at you. You nodded, and you noticed how he began to pull away. “Where are you going?” Your voice sounded severe enough to give you those big puppy eyes.

“Our… room?” He questioned, returning to your side. Without an explanation, you stuffed your hand inside his pants, right past his underwear. “No more teasing, please. I just want you.” You swore your boyfriend would have melted into a puddle right then and there as you stroked his cock lazily. Brahim held onto the kitchen island with one hand and gripped your ass with the other.

“You said you needed it, didn’t you, pretty boy?” You mocked his tone from earlier, receiving a puckered lip and a frantic nod in return. You cupped his face with your free hand, “The main door is probably stuck, everyone is too drunk to look for us.” You let go of his stiff dick, instead busying yourself with undoing the button and the zipper of his pants, pulling them down enough for his cock to spring up free.

“Fuck me. Right here.” You brushed his nose against his, “Or you’re losing the chance.” It didn’t take long for him to take your lips in yet another heated kiss, this time, he hiked up the flowy skirt to rest above your hips. He dragged you closer, pressing his leaking tip against your core. You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist before he lined up and pushed his length inside your entrance.

“Thank you, thank you princesa.” He muttered against your neck, taking a few seconds for adjustment before he started thrusting. The romantic slow thrusts didn’t last long, as his fingers grazed up your upper thighs, his thrusts became deep and hard.

Soon, you were letting yourself go, chest flushed as his hands sneaked under your sweater to grope your tits. “Fuck, these are so gorgeous,” He managed to mutter, but he was barely making any sense. You smiled, noticing his labored breathing, his hair sticking to his forehead from the cold sweat.

“What’s wrong, my baby? You look a little red,” You still teased between your own moans, “Answer me,” Your coo with full of demand, watching as he struggled with his words. So pussydrunk he barely made any sense, even when you dictated he do so.

“It just feels so good.” He cried out, pulling you even closer. He stopped for a second to throw one of your legs over his shoulders, and you were suddenly the one speechless. The tip of his cock kept repeatedly hitting that sweet spot, coercing sounds you had to muffle with your own hand. You didn’t know how much you needed this too, feeling your arousal drip down to the countertop.

“Don’t cum,” You commanded, noticing how he had to hide his face in your calf to avoid making too much noise. The way his rhythm was thrown off gave away his intentions, and your denial made him pause. “I didn’t tell you to stop, didn’t I?”

Brahim nodded, taking a deep breath in. As he resumed what you considered to be a brutal pace, you felt your own body about to be pushed over the brink. “Fuck, cum— cum with me.” You moaned out, covering your mouth as your released washed over you, his own filling you up to the brim once your pulsating walls milked everything he had left.

“C’mere.” You reached out for him once he pulled out, both legs sitting on the counter once again. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, okay? You know they shove a stick up my ass every time I come here.” You brushed his hair back gently, staring into his soft brown eyes. “You did amazing.”

“Hm yeah?” Brahim purred, leaning into your touch. “You? Not so much. We’ll see how we handle it next time.” His voice was low, with the same tone you carried earlier. It sent a shiver of expectation down your spine.

“Can’t wait.” You winked, giving him one final peck. “Hold on— how are we going to get out of here?”

“Is the door actually locked?” The reality dawned on Brahim at the same time someone knocked on the door. “I thought you were just trying to convince me.”

“Oi! Why did you get locked in there with all the booze?!” One of your brothers asked, trying to pry the door open. You laughed, hiding your face in the crook of Brahim’s neck before you pulled yourselves together, only to find out the door was really stuck.

“Perfect opportunity for another round.” Brahim hugged you from behind, pressing a kiss to your neck. Only to receive an elbow to his ribs, followed by the melodic sound of your laughter.

Oh, how much he loved you.

[neoyorzapoteca]

Hi,

I'm so sorry to hear that's happening. How are you and others dealing with it, if I might ask?

the water situation, you mean? thank you, it's an awful state of affairs all over the country with the record-breaking, unrelenting heat and drought—I'm quite lucky in that my building hasn't been suffering from constant partial water cuts throughout the last few months like some others, or dealing with solvent-tainted water as the only thing coming through the pipes; other neighborhoods haven't been getting water for months and have to pay for giant pipes to be delivered to fill the cisterns (and there are long waiting lists for those, too, here and in many other cities).

my landlady had the foresight to supply each of the tenants with a new 100L plastic trash bin to be used as a personal water tank, so when water stops coming in altogether they give us a warning so that we can put aside some water in case the cistern gets emptied; rationing said tank & carrying 20L bottles blocks from the store & up four flights is how we got through this last little stretch, minimizing use and repurposing used water whenever possible

you end up having to pay more for everything – eat out, because you can't do the dishes; take clothes to the laundromat, because you can't wash at home; you might have to shower at a friend's, or if it gets dire, even rent a room just to do that – not to mention the cost of buying bottled water even to bathe adds up (and coca-cola owns one of the main brands of bottled water, so they're lining their pockets while draining the reservoir that supplies over 1/4 of this massive city, with zero sanctions imposed)

pray tlaloc brings the rains soon y'all

[elbiotipo]

oh hey, river navigation in south america! I'd like to add about it: the Paraná and the Amazonas have historically been, and presently are, particularly convenient because they cut through land that's exceptionally difficult to traverse on foot. one being, of course, the goddamn amazon rainforest, and the other being a whole lot of treacherous marshland.

the Paraguay War was in most stages like a naval war being fought on land even, because armies could only meaningfully advance over the river. they generally only fought on land if the invaders were ambushed while making camp.

the Amazon River is also very interesting as a hub of both transportation and just settlement. even now, there's a whole lot of houses built partially into the water, usually inhabited by fishermen. we call them "ribeirinhos"!

(however, pity to end on a bleak note, but -- climate change has been a huge threat to their lifestyle...)

This is true. People REALLY understimate how hard was to travel through South America outside of rivers just a century ago. While I'm not an expert on the Triple Alliance War, I remember going to a museum visit in high school and people snickered at the "Paraguayan Navy" and... yes, of course they would have one, have you seen the rivers? River warfare in South America has a very important history since precolumbian times.

Also, those kinds of villages (we call them palafitos in Spanish) are also widely reported by the Spanish when they first went up the Paraná and Paraguay. They're also still widely found in Lake Maracaibo and elsewhere, though there are virtually none here (which makes no sense, as this is a floodable area, they are the ideal kind of house). But yes, I've seen the recent Amazon drought and it's heartbreaking, I have full hope it can be protected and restored though.

[rootsofdread]

Welcome! I love seeing new blogs like this so I can’t wait to see your writing style (: We’re in a Tarhos content drought so may I request any knight hcs you have? Maybe how we would initiate a relationship and what’d it be like? 👀 Tysm in advance!! ❤️❤️

thank you!! <3 i wasn't expecting a request so fast! i'd be delighted to help with a tarhos content drought, i've developed a little crush on him myself :-))

Tarhos is stubborn and old-fashioned and wouldn't be receptive to any advancements, so you may as well not even try. He'll be the one making any and all moves, because he believes that's how it should be.

It'd be a slow-burn earning enough of his respect to even have him interested in you, but once you do, you'd have him locked in. He has no respect for anyone, so when someone earns it, they're something special in his eyes.

He would probably immediately point-blank tell you how much he likes you and wants you to be his. He's not one for secrets and wouldn't see a point in hiding his feelings, even if he's not sure that you feel the same. But he'd be quite pleased when you return his feelings.

A word of warning: Tarhos is a very aggressive flirter. It carries over from his mentality of seeing something he wants and just taking it, and partially from his lack of experience. He wouldn't hurt you of course, but he makes it very obvious that he likes you by chasing, cornering, and tunneling you in trials. Kind of a "boys will be boys" thing, it's just his way of showing affection. Hopefully you can keep up with him.

Along with his aggression, though, he will have his chivalrous moments, as a knight should. He isn't cruel, not to you. Outside of trials he'll be respectful and even polite; they're games to him, and after all, you're his partner. He's different outside of them, loving you in a more conventional way.

He would gladly parade you around in front of other killers and survivors, as if you were a prize he'd won. He's proud of you for earning his respect and affection and won't have it go unnoticed. Everyone must know who's won Tarhos Kovács's heart.

He would be fiercely protective of you as well, always staying by your side, and leaving a guard with you when he can't stay. Always has an arm around you or a hand on you to let everyone know who they have to go through if they want you. He keeps you from harm even though he knows you're perfectly capable of looking out for yourself. He'd be devastated if something happened to you.

[starryjkoo]

Jikook Travel Show + Solo Music Timeline Theory

Alright so I’m slowly losing my mind in the current fandom environment + I think this Jikook drought is starting to mess with my brain so I’m going to share my delusional and increasingly desperate timeline for the Jikook show + their solo music. It’s mostly baseless and probably inaccurate BUT I think it could make a LITTLE sense…

So it looks like they built a mini era for Taehyung and Fri(end)s around the extra content he prepared before enlistment. I actually told someone I thought all the small content drops were building up to a bigger project — AND I WAS RIGHT — so this totally validated my baseless theory and here’s what I’m thinking.

I wonder if they’re going to use the travel show as promotional content for Jikook and build a mini era around it like they did with Fri(end)s. I think this would be an especially good idea considering Jimin mentioned he wasn’t able to prepare as much as he wanted before enlistment. I’m assuming maybe he wasn’t able to film a lot of extra content outside of his music and MV (especially based on iirc THs(?) quality over quantity comment).

But that’s okay! Jikook can’t go on any variety shows to promote but they actually have a whole variety show of their own they could use to promote themselves instead! It would definitely make Jimin and Jungkook trend (at least within the fandom) and put them somewhat in the public eye. I think it’s also the perfect content to bring a portion of ia & casual fans back who would then be able to catch their music announcements easier (which is one of the points of promoting).

BH could be saving the show for a content gap considering it’s not really time sensitive, but I still think it would be smarter of them to make the most out of the show and let it serve multiple purposes and promote Jikook. They don't have a lot to work with, so they should make the most out of every piece of content they have imo.

Point two - I could see them using it for FESTA as well. Obviously Jin returning is going to be the big huge mega amazing FESTA event, but I’m wondering if they’re going to want to have some extra content for ARMYs to consume. It would make it so Jin wouldn’t have the entirety of FESTA resting on his shoulders either. So if they don't have something else already prepared, the travel show would work great.

AFAIK it’s the first proper unit project in CH2 and it’s going to definitely have some OT7 vibes. I’m sure Jikook are going to talk about the group, missing the other members, what they want to do when they’re all back together — stuff like that. The other members might even make cameos (YG talked to them on the phone when they were in NY, I’d be surprised if they didn’t video call TH at some point, and there’s always the possibility that vminkook filmed something together in Jeju).

It’ll probably also be a bit nostalgic for everyone who misses BV and ITS and might have some throwbacks to previous BTS vacations — which is perfect for FESTA month! I think with BTS being ia it would be smart to cater to ARMYs who are probably going to be especially emotional and missing BTS as well as remind those who have started to drift of that bond and partial OT7 dynamic that drew many in to begin with. I think this sort of content has been something ARMYs have been really deprived of so it’s definitely going to be a big deal imho. It’s the most CH1 like content we’re getting so far in CH2.

If they don’t release the show during June, I could still see them dropping the teasers/trailer during FESTA. That alone would bring a lot of excitement and hype and add to the festivities and would be a great time to advertise the show.

Also, Jikook described it as a gift, and FESTA is the perfect time for those so…

If they don’t release it for FESTA (or possibly just tease it) I still think it makes a lot of sense as a summer release for several reasons.

For one, the first part of the show was recorded right when JK released Seven. We know that JK is likely releasing more music this summer so that would actually tie in perfectly. One of my biggest desires for the show is to hear them talk a little bit about their thoughts and feelings on their solos careers (unrealistic I know lmao) but if they reference that at all, it ties even better into new music releases. Especially if they reference or talk about Seven right before JK releases another summer single (or album) around the same time period. It works really well for either of them tbh!

The first half of the show is also going to have summery vibes because of when it was recorded, so releasing during the summer is sort of fitting. This is also the sort of content I think we historically got around summer/fall?

So all of this suggests a possible timeline where we get both Jikook’s music and their show in the same possibly 2-3 month time period around the summer. Fri(end)s only had a two week gap between HOTS so we know they aren’t worried about spacing these projects too far from each other, however I would hope they’d have more sense then to have Jikook’s music overlap or be too close together 😭 I don’t think we could handle the akgae wars if that happened 😭

Anyways, we know for sure that JK is dropping something in the summer based on his comment during his live (he might just have been referencing the show, but I’m pretty sure most of us took it to mean music). But as far as Jimin, we don’t really have any hints about when his music is dropping that I’m aware of unfortunately? But I could see summer making a lot of sense actually!

I can’t remember the exact wording he used but I remember him telling ARMYs that his next release would be something lighter. And during his documentary screening he listed out all the things that he knows ARMYs would like to see from him. I think if he’s going for something lighter that caters more towards ARMYs interests and expectations summer would be a very smart and fitting month to release (and it depends on how he wants to market and promote it — are we going for charts with remixes, or is it going to be just one version no CDs kind of deal — because if it’s the prior, summer would fit better imo).

Anyways, we also do know Jimin filmed something at the hot springs… and I mean… water… wet… hot springs… (shirtless??)... I mean… that could be pretty summery actually right? 🥵

Still he could land in May or September (I don’t think it’s going to be as late as October but possibly. They could tie it into his birthday and if JK released in August it would still fit the travel show theory).

I think this theory also makes sense because the way they were talking in that live before enlistment they sort of made it sound like their content was to tide us over until Jin was back. Obviously there’s no way for the three remaining members to release their projects before Jin returns (nor would that even make a lot of sense to begin with) but if you think of it as them keeping us busy until Jin has time to prepare his album it works actually!

Jin is going to need time to prepare and record his album, MV, and whatever other promotional content he had in mind + probably rest a little. This gives him that time while keeping ARMYs busy, and you know this is just a nice big free gap of time to drop projects whereas when Jin is active (and then JH) it’ll be a bit busier and probably more complicated to organize.

It also would work because JH definitely has plans for when he gets out of the military, so by the time JN1 comes out and has been promoted (maybe he’ll even do a single first and then an album) JH will be back and have had some time to rest and probably prepare whatever he had in mind. Some people have speculated that he might do a mini tour which actually would fit perfectly but I’m not sure how much of a stretch that is. If anyone could do it though, it would be JH!

So yeah, enlisted members all releasing and finishing off their big projects pre-JN1 just makes sense as 2seok will then take over and have the attention on them. I could be wrong, but it kind of fits nicely in my mind lol.

The big question mark is Namjoon because honestly I thought he would be one of the first members to release with the way he was teasing something but now I have no clue. He also said that it was going to have different vibes than indigo iirc so I don't know if he would want to release in the fall/winter months again or if he would actually want to go for a summer release too. I still think the Jikook thing could work even if he releases in summer, it might just shift Jimin to releasing more in the fall.

Anyways, first few months of 2024 we were in Taehyung era, which led into HOTS era which will last until May, which leads into June FESTA and Jin’s return. JK will have an era in the summer, and if we slot minimoni into summer & early fall it would pretty much perfectly cover all of the empty time until JN1 which is followed by JH return and project. I just think it fits nicely.

That still leaves a lot of space in 2025 but I think that would be better for 2seok to cover, and if the JH tour rumors are true that would actually be perfect (please don’t make me wait until 2025 for Jimin 😫).

Like I know this timeline isn’t actually surprising or revolutionary because most people kind of expected all of this to drop in these months lmao because it’s not like there’s actually a ton of time left, but applying some sort of logic around it helped me I guess 😞 All the uncertainty makes it seem like I’m never going to see Jimin again (at least we know JK in the summer) and I need to gaslight myself into having some sort of expectations otherwise every day is too dark.

Hoping some of this is right but don't come @ me if it's not lol 🤡😩

[falling-drops-of-ichor]

AT LONG LAST: meet the family!

Ardent/Ichor/Aubade/[REDACTED] Tvalan

It/Its/Itself | Dae/Daer/Daers | Ro/Rose/Rose's/Roseself

God of Loyalty, RED & adoptive parent. Brother of Molly & Strange. I like music, smithing, fashion, and sparring. Friend of She Who Reads Eulogies & co-owner of the Harbour.

Infernal typing. Rest is a secret.

Molly/Moll/Aesse Tvalan

He/Him/His/Himself | They/Them/Theirs/Themself

Former mercenary & intelligence agent, performer, brother of Ardent, and I consider Strange part of the family. Fashionista & enchanter when I'm not reading or entertaining my darlings, tea enthusiast. I may have called myself Molly for a bit and the consequence was it sticking.

Infernal who grew up on the fringes. Blame my quirks on my parents! Or the guild I ran away to. Or any of my friends~ (By the by! I run @seventh-open-eye ♡)

Aldæon/Ald

He/Him/His/Himself | It/Its/Itself

Traveler and... Security worker. When I'm not on the move I live wherever Aesse lives. Fond of swordplay, 18th century fashion, political drama and snatching sweets Aesse has bought.

Fleetfoot unicorn, and no, I don't think you have enough money to buy my time.

Raz/Raeon D'Calavier

He/Him/His/Himself

Performer, tailor, and musician. I'd say I'm a traveler, but I tend to shortcut through the Roads, so I'm a bit spoiled. Former noble who may or may not have faked my death! Avid fan of collecting jewelry and ornate weapons.

Infernal, no idea if my strain has a translation in English but it's partially aligned with the processes of the earth.

Sarret/Drought

He/Him/His/Himself | They/Them/Theirs/Themself

Humans would call me an archfae, though I have none of the responsibilities of one. I enjoy soft linens, gold thread, and Moll's singing voice. Oh, and anything involving vanilla pudding? Hand it over. Now. Please~?

Spirit of the bitter drought, bleached bones, cracked silt, white sun.

Selek/Essa

He/Him/His/Himself

Regional seer, clockworker, researcher. I'm usually not around the house since I work long, odd hours. I specialize in time, gravity, and perception magic. I'm fond of iced drinks and birdsong.

What I am doesn't have English words for it, but you may liken me to a moon-forest nymph for the sake of a poorly translated visual.

Mira

They/Them/Theirs/Themself | [untranslateable]

"Consultant" who focuses on strategy and resource management. I like cheese and taffy! Swing music, too but not really the shit with heavy bass. Makes my ears hurt.

Humans would call me a... I dunno what they'd call me actually. Moll says to say drake-faun?? No idea.

Kalvan/Kallie Tvalan

He/Her/His/Herself & They

Librarian? I used to have a job but I kinda quit when I moved to the Harbour. I probably eat too much chocolate for my own good... I will always accept more hoodies and nail files.

Vampire mix who really doesn't feed as much as he should.

(Emyrin/Em here! I'm Kall's sisterrrr I don't live in the Harbour (yet) but I gotta hype her up he's really good at sorting books and has a better singing voice than he'll ever admit!)

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We won't be describing any of those who are children here as they cannot provide sufficient informed consent to do so, but we will mention there are children in the house who may be mentioned sporadically to varying extents.

[3416]

wish people who actually cared about the team and rooted for them sincerely made up the media instead of what we have now lmao like people always talk about how winning in playoffs is a big selling point for players to make that their destination so you'd think if that wasn't the case the media would be more mindful of their treatment of the team since that's one of the only major things ufas have to evaluate when thinking about where they want to go instead of getting angry and accusing people of not being able 'take the pressure', like my brother in christ you're the one inventing the pressure why does there have to be pressure at all why can't player interactions with the media be ever be a pleasant thing it's all so backwards idk lol

i think there will be some pressure regardless of how the media specifically handles it bc obviously toronto fans want to win and have a terribly long drought, but the media truly just elevates the rage around the team to a new degree. and we live in the era of clickbait and tabloids and ragebait, and it's honestly horrifying to watch people who interact with these guys almost daily during the season turn around and go out of their way to dehumanize them and insinuate the worst shit about them. like i know to some degree players will always be handled like pawns and moving parts in a larger picture when we talk about the makeup of the team, but to actually attack character and personality and get your digs in or spin your nonsense clickbait just to try to get engagement is so........... frustrating. to watch over and over and over. it's partially this era of 24/7 news and it's partially the toronto media with no fucking backbone.