#backchat

[27dragons]

In Safe and (the) Sound you mention buttermilk pie, do you happen to know a good recipe to try? My mother, upon hearing that I like to drink buttermilk occasionally, brought me multiple liter of buttermilk and I can't possibly drink all of it before going on vacation.

Lol what a situation to be in! Buttermilk chess pie was tisfan's recipe, not mine, so I don't have a tried-and-true recipe, but chess pies as a rule are VERY hard to mess up, because it's "throw everything together, put it in the crust, and bake it."

Here is one I found that looks pretty standard; if you search "buttermilk chess pie" you're sure to turn up a bunch of variations.

It may not use up all your extra buttermilk, but it's a good start. You can also freeze your extra and use it later! I don't know if it's still drinkable after freezing, but you can definitely cook with buttermilk that's been frozen.

[rainesol]

Nobody plays into the fact that Trey is a sassy little bitch sometimes and it makes me sad

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Very important question: which Jellicle tends a garden and what do they grow?

[27dragons]

Yes and yes and yes! Not 100% their look but definitely their style.

...Why did we never write those two dancing after the first book? (I mean, we mentioned it a few times, but didn't actually include a scene with it.) What were we thinking????!

[f1zzlest1ckzz]

anyways thinkin about the other day when i sat in the middle of our hallway downstairs because our neighbour's cat got in and my dog instinctively decided to try to kill it

(i was sat as a wall between the dog and where the cat had ran to)

[persephassax]

i don’t disagree with this at all, but i also feel like NO ONE weighed the lives of EVERYONE IN THE ALPHA QUADRANT who might have NEEDED THE COMMAND CREW of the station MOST SIGNIFICANTLY PLACED in a burgeoning intergalactic conflict. like. Sisko. YOU KNOW WHAT STARFLEET IS LIKE THESE DAYS.

The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few (or the one)… And like, i’m sorry but 8,000 people is nothing compared to all the nonsense occurring under the Founders (or even under the Cardassian Union). I just really wish the non-immediate consequences had been addressed (even if only to be immediately dismissed) just once in the episode.

I don’t do super well with any plot that relies on “but my offspring!” as a motivator so I guess that’s also probably a me problem.

Worf’s speech about the colonists or whatever we call them fighting against the great enemy of time was like. probably the most moving thing I’ve heard, though.

Child of Time is literally a twilight zone episode.

The episode where the crew of ds9 finds a colony made up of their descendants after they get stranded on a planet, 200 years ago?

Cuz the crew has to accept that they'll be stranded on a planet in order to save the colony from vanishing, having never existed.

And the ethical dilemma is like, well if we leave, we can go back to our lives...but if we don't leave, we're stuck here...for the rest of our lives...

But we would be saving 8000 people from never existing...

And in the end they do the ethically right thing, I guess. They decide to strand themselves, because 48 lives vs 8000, who will literally "die."

But when they vanish anyway, because Odo fixed the ship so they could leave, it's like...welp.

That was fucked up. That was super fucked up.

I guess we'll be haunted by this for the rest of our lives.

Anyway these are the voyages...

[27dragons]

Saw you posted a new WinterIron fic!!!! I literally have no internet where I am right now but I checked emails and then got someone to give me hot spot just to tell you how excited I am hehehe THANK YOU I’m SO looking forward to reading it!! <3

Awwww you're so sweet!!! I hope you're able to read it soon and that you enjoy it when you do! :)

[rachiller]

Also my manager went THROUGH me for a shortcut because I asked him an innocent clarification question when he asked me to do something, like to the point C (who loves him) is now mad at him for how unreasonable and insane it was (she was in the room like 🫢 as it happened). Later in the evening I did approach him like “listen about when you tore me a new one earlier? I was asking a genuine question. Like, I was not privy to the information you were privy to so I needed more information to follow through” anyway he looked a bit ashamed and kicked puppy about it all and I did tell him that I do understand he’s stressed but that it was unnecessary

[mrghostrat]

i bring you my one offering for every fandom: Twitch Streamer AU!

edit: there is now a fic :)

i see your "two teachers at the same school who none of their students realise are married" and raise you "two polar opposite streamers who none of their viewers realise are dating/living together" 😩🙏

i also accidentally drew these at 4k so enjoy these high res wallpapers i guess!! (1 + 2)

i have headcanons:

aziraphale is a variety IRL streamer: cooking, baking, crafts, chatting etc. he's on a bob-ross level of respect and admiration for how sweet and pleasant he is to everyone

crowley streams whatever can be a conduit for mischief: from toxic PVP gameplay, to IRL chatting streams out in public places. he's primarily a gamer, but people watch him for his horrendous personality.

they rarely hang out in each other's chats, but that's just happenstance. one is usually sleeping when the other is live, otherwise they'll have their screens open and lurk

crowley never bans trolls; they’re half his content. he enjoys backchatting and riling them up. his streams are notoriously chaotic because of little moderation and his rapidly shifting attention span

aziraphale’s mods ban trolls very efficiently, but he wouldn’t see their messages anyway, because chat always moves too fast for him. that’s not to say that he’s got a hyperactive chat; even slow mode would be too fast for him. he only ever catches every 5th message.

aziraphale is SO bad at reading chat, it's become a meme within his community that if he reads out/replies to you, you have been Chosen and need to go buy a lottery ticket asap

anathema mods for crowley, which mostly means just hanging out and insulting him when he dies in-game

newt is aziraphale's most revered mod, because whenever he tries to simply purge a mean message, he somehow accidentally IP bans the account. he's invaluable for managing troll attacks

their mods know they're together, but silently watch everyone lose their minds over the steadily growing conspiracy for their own personal entertainment

[27dragons]

I mean, tbh, same? I don't know if the Sandbridge series is my very favorite thing that tisfan and I ever wrote, because what I like at any given moment shifts a lot. But it's definitely got a solid place in my Top 5.

(I can tell you it was high on tisfan's list, too, though her absolute favorite thing we wrote together was Bucky Barnes Got Married.) 😁

@27dragons: mentions nights in sandbridge exactly one (1) time

me: ah yes, time to go spend the next few days rereading the entire series and doing nothing else

[angelxcz]

Brat tamer! Toji who has you shoved into the mattress, foot sitting on the back of your neck as he grinned. “Come on. Where’s that backchat now hmm?” He teased gruffly, amusement heavy on his tongue as he pressed harder into you. “Thought you wanted to be a fucking brat. Look where that got you.”

You mewled, tears staining the sheets as you were fucked into oblivion. Your cheek smushed against the soft fabric as his cock pierced your gummy walls deep. Hammering roughly into your g spot until your cries turned into sobs.

“You can take it. Bratty little girls like you just need a little roughening up don’t ya?”

You whined out a cry, body shaking as he gripped your wrists behind your back. Forcing your back to arch as you nodded, “mhm— ngh- just how i.. how i— oh f-fuck..”

“Come on slut, spit it out.” he growled, his thrusts getting hard and fast as he bullied your cunt. Your moans gaining volume as his thrusts become even hardee

“Nghh— just h-how i like it.. ahh.” Glassy eyes rolling back as your toes curled, your boyfriend’s hips still slamming into your tender flesh relentlessly.

“That’s my fucking girl.” He groaned. “One step closer to me letting you cum.”

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

When will this end, exactly?

Seriously, can I have a specific date or something because I've sure as hell had enough and am begging everyone to just *move on* already.

[lyssa010387]

I'm suddenly looking forward to my daughters telling me I'm "cringe".

Oh, you want Cringe, little lady? I'll give you fkin Cringe. Fun fact. When you were born, you came out of my girly bits. Yes. You did.

[yourplayersaidwhat]

DM: And what has [Ranger] learned from this experience?

Ranger, who has just been hit with Power Word: Stun and put through a stone wall: Uh, consequences aren't real and I can backchat an ancient fiend whenever I like?

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Here’s one I don’t see enough of is Carmy using toys on his partner 🥵👀 like imagine him using a clit toy whilst fucking

ohhhhhh yeah.

smut warning!!

“Stop fuckin’ squirmin’.”

You look up at Carmy, his usually bright blue eyes turned all dark and stormy.

“I can’t-”

“Yes you can, honey. Yes you can.”

His hips glide back into yours so the two of you are pressed together fully. He reaches over to the nightstand, picking up your toy and pressing it to your clit. He doesn’t turn it on, just lets it sit there as he thrusts out and back in again.

“You want me to turn it on? Hmm?”

You shake your head, then nod, then shake your head again.

“Use your words, babe.”

“Yeah, Carmy - please.”

He chuckles, pressing the button to kick the toy to life. You try and wriggle away but he anchors your hips to the mattress with a heavy hand, pressing down firmly.

“You wanted this, honey. You’ll take it like I know you can.”

You’re overwhelmed in the best way. There’s so many sensations happening, your mind in overdrive as the room spins. You take a deep breath, focusing on the feeling of your boyfriend’s warm body against yours.

After you’ve adjusted, Carmen starts moving his hips again, laughing when you whine.

“Come on, bratty girl. You’ve been running your mouth all day, haven’t you? Where are all those fighting words now, hmm?”

You so desperately want to backchat him, to put him back in his place. But you can’t.

Not when he’s hinging his hips into yours, pressing the button on the toy to increase its vibrations. The pressure and the angle is all so perfect, he’s got you on the edge already.

“You close, baby? Yeah, atta girl.”

The praise throws you over the edge, back arching as you tighten around him.

“Count it, honey,” he murmurs against your lips.

You blink up at him, trying to process what he said.

“Count it.”

“One,” you whimper.

“Good girl. One down. Four to go.”

[cyberrose2001]

If I'm not too late, can I get some TFP Wheeljack x AFAB!Reader where Wheeljack is a brat that gets off on his little human bossing him around and making him beg.

I wanna see this man whimper.

TFP Wheeljack x Human Reader

eyyyyy thank you for requesting, Tag. I apologise for the long wait, but I hope you like it!!

Warnings: AFAB, GN Reader, Cybertronian/Human, Brat Taming, Dom/Sub Elements, Collaring

Word Count: 1,450

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

"You gonna behave yourself, or do I have to tie you up again?"

"Can't promise I won't."

Wheeljack, the self-proclaimed free-thinker, prides himself on being an asshole whenever he can. You don't tolerate assholes very well, and you make that very clear to everyone. Some call it being bossy. You call it discipline. But the mech on his knees in front of you always seems to get on your nerves more than anyone else, determined to push your buttons and poke at your patience.

But in light of it all, it makes for a very good excuse to poke at his own buttons.

In the privacy of Wheeljacks' quarters, with a bare foot pressed against his modesty plates, you grasp Wheeljacks' chin and tilt his helm to look at you. The stern look in your eyes sends a shiver down his spinal strut, a fair warning that you're not in the mood for his teasing tonight.

"I beg your pardon?" You press your foot a little harder, causing a hiss from his intake.

"Ah- I promise!" Wheeljack grits his dentae, and you feel a smile creep onto your face, "I promise I will."

"Good," You grasp onto the lead of his collar and tug his helm back before thumbing at his scarred bottom derma and slipping it past, "You know I don't like it when you backchat me."

Wheeljacks' vents hitch as you slide your thumb against his glossa, groaning at the taste of your skin. Salty yet sweet, it matches your personality. He envelops around it and sucks softly, his optics flicking up to your look of approval.

"There you go," You say sweetly, pressing your thumb further against his glossa. You feel his oral lubricants start to pool in his cheeks, along with the buzz of another groan, "Isn't it so much easier to behave with something stuffed in your mouth?"

The mech closes his optics in gentle surrender, softly whining when you start to rub your foot along the seams of his bulging panels. As much as Wheeljack wanted to bite back at you with something clever and bratty, his need for you bites at him harder. He's started to slowly rut into the sole of your foot, desperate for your attention to his aching spike.

"I didn't say you could do that, now could I?" You re-tract your foot from his groin, watching his thighs tremble with a wicked satisfaction. He furrows his brows when he's only left to grind at the air, the smallest of whimpers passing through his dermas.

"Can I pressurise my spike? Please?" Wheeljack leans forward to press his face into the fat of your thigh, nuzzling and pressing languished kisses in bribery. It's an adorable sight, but you're not convinced yet.

"Where did all that cheekiness go? I touch you once, and you're already begging for it." You bite back a soft moan in an attempt to uphold your dominance when he sucks at your inner thigh. You stop yourself in your tracks and grasp the kibble of his helm, ripping him away from your skin, "Get on your back."

Wheeljack whines before complying, flopping back against the floor. He bites his derma as he feels his spike throbbing against his panels, aching to be released and graced by your unforgiving flesh.

"Do you know how much you annoy the living fuck out of me?" You crawl against him to straddle his lap, one of your hands dipping below to paw at his panels, "Because I don't think I've made myself clear enough."

Before Wheeljack can beg again, your fingers open his panels. His spike instantly springs up with a sigh of relief, rock hard and standing at attention. With a smug grin, you press your thin-clothed underwear against it, grinding your hips at an achingly slow pace.

"I think I- hah- get the idea. Can't blame me for messin' around with you." Wheeljacks' servos twitch against the floor in anticipation. The feeling of your heat and arousal only makes him more desperate to plunge himself into you.

"You do things to me, Wheeljack. You drive me crazy..."

"Yeah? T-Tell me more, sweetspark."

"I fucking love it."

You pull your underwear to the side, not even bothering to take them off. Positioning yourself on top of his spike, you push the tip past your folds. You bore holes into Wheeljacks' optics as you do, watching his face twist and dentae grit when you pause in your tracks.

"Frag- why'd ya stop?" The wrecker hisses, arching his back helplessly. You reach forward and grip the lead of his collar, securing it around your knuckles.

"Tell me how much you love it when I have my way with you, how much you purposely try my patience just to get me to snap and fuck the living shit out of you." You tug on the lead tighter, "How much you fucking love to beg for it."

Wheeljacks' face flushes a bright blue as the rest of his bravado flushes down the drain. This is what he was waiting for. The fiery and wicked charm you possess deep inside that makes his knees weak, only reserved for him. He bites his bottom dentae, a small whimpery sob slipping past.

"I fraggin' live for it." His voice strained, "I fraggin' love it when I get you to snap. Frag- sweetspark just please ride me-"

His sentence is cut short, his breath taken away as you sink down on his thickness, finally plunging into your unforgiving heat. You shiver as you're split open, clenching down on his harder-than-rock spike. Readjusting your grip on his lead, you look him dead in the optic and start to bounce your ass on him.

"Ohhhh, fragfragfrag- yes-" Wheeljack slumps his helm back as best as he could with the collar, a whiney moan escaping him as your silky walls massage him just right. He fights the urge to bounce up into you, riveted by how you take complete control of him.

"F-Fuck Wheeljack- nghh-" You bounce along his spike faster, moaning with him as he stretches you beyond capacity. The hand that isn't gripping the leash grabs onto one of Wheeljacks' servos that isn't making claw marks in the concrete and moves it to a bobbing tit, a small reward for his good behaviour.

"F-Feels' so good.... frag, I love how squishy ya are." Wheeljack gives your breast a good squeeze, optics bouncing back and forth between your chest and your pussy ravaging his spike.

A familiar pressure starts to build in the depths of your stomach, and it urges you to fuck him with more haste, "Nhh- I'm close..." Another tug of his lead sends his spike throbbing, "You've been so nice, Jackie. I'll let you cum; you wanna- you wanna cum inside? Yeah?"

The Wrecker languidly nods, another whimpery moan leaving him. With all this dirty talk, just for him, he's finding it harder and harder to resist an overload, "Y-Yeah, please, I've been good, s-so good..."

You loudly moan as your body shudders. Your thighs give up and hinder your bounces, resorting to wild rolls of your hips. You clamp down and come to an orgasm while you cry out the mech's name, strangling his throbbing spike. Wheeljack, too, wantonly cries out for you as he arches his back struts and overloads with such force that you nearly double over. But he secures his servos to your thighs and grips on, allowing himself to rut into you until his tanks are dry.

You collapse forward and pant heavily against his chassis, coming down from the high. You softly groan, feeling Wheeljacks' sticky transfluids pool beneath you. A soft chuckle vibrates you, and you feel the shaky metallic servo of Wheeljack rest against your bare back.

"Thanks, kid." He heaves, letting his sore helm rest against the floor, "Not to quote anyone verbatim, but... I really needed that."

Despite coming off as an absolute jackass with a side serving of brattiness, there is a soft, tender side to the Wrecker rarely seen by anyone else but you. It's a stark contrast to moments ago, but you take pride in knowing that the rowdy mech can be wrangled.

You've just gotta dom the fuck out of him.

You lift your head just enough to observe the playful gleam in his optics. Leaning forward, you kiss his scarred derma tenderly, "Same time next week?"

"You know it, sweetspark. I'll be sure to pull a prank or two on ya before then, just to get ya really worked up over me."

You'll be sure to get the ropes ready next time.