#it's been rotating up there for a long time

[heroesneedalancer]

Post by u/DJConvex to r/AskReddit on Nov 6, 2024:

People who work in DC for the government, what is the vibe?

Comment by u/Meduselde:

Resigned. We are generally very good about not discussing politics in the workplace but the vibe was obviously off. My more conservative colleagues who were happy Trump won were extremely respectful. There wasn't smug gloating and they were very obviously being cognizant of others' feelings even more than normal. It was extremely appreciated. Ultimately, we survived the first administration and will survive again. It's not necessarily Trump who was the problem last time, but his inexperienced senior appointees. The world isn't going to end nor do I feel democracy will crumble at his feet. It's just gonna be chaotic, and that's the worst part as a worker bee. At least with Biden we had consistent leadership and clear guidance, even if you didn't agree with it. Under Trump, your "yes man" says "no" and that's how you rotate through four SECDEFs. But as a sign of hope, it also means that even the most loyal DO say "no" sometimes, especially when businessmen are finally confronted with the realities of governance.

They chill out REAL quick on their dismantlement plans when they see the work these agencies do and what's at stake if they don't stand up for their people. It's easy to say you will dissolve or cut funding for something when you do not truly understand it. And as much as people say we can ALL be magically replaced with "yes men," even the most stone-hearted appointees recognize that the last thing you ever want is to lose the entirety of your skilled workforce. They learn it's best to get the skilled people to work towards their vision and not hire enthusiastic but stupid people to attempt the same. If they do, they risk looking inept themselves. You don't get skilled federal workers in a blue portion of the country to work for you by being a fucking Nazi. We're cranky and will make your life hell if you behave like that. I'm not talking about some sort of organized resistance movement because we feel like it. That's wrong. But just imagine hundreds of thousands pissed off at you. If that's the Deep State at work, then we aspire to be the quality of swampy Deep State your racist uncle thinks we are. If implementing dictatorship was that easy, Trump would have taken out every agency his last term and fired us all. I am actually extremely proud of the resiliency and checks and balances that the American federal government has in place to prevent most of the shit he says he can achieve by waving a magic executive wand. (He's done this once. He knows he can't. He just lets the majority of the population believe he can.) Us feds will make it, as we always have.

And we will live up to our oath to serve the Constitution, not a president. We serve every official of every party faithfully within the bounds of legalities and our oath. Working for administrations you may not like it's just a part of the job that we all recognize. Public servants at the federal level generally hold that extremely close to their heart. The ones that don't (I'm talking to YOU, WaPo "informants!") put us to shame. We're just tired, man. I can't believe it has already been four years since the last round. There's going to be some waves, no doubt, and some people definitely are going to be hurt at upper levels. But grab a Twisted Tea and buckle up. We'll at least pretend it's meant to be a roller coaster and ride it. TL;Dr Democracy is not going to die. But a drink and "thanks" would go a long way.

EDIT: Woah! I woke up this morning and am surprised by how much traction this got. I'm sad that this was the most positive thing some people had read. I'm sorry it's been that bad. I am not predicting outcomes. I have no idea how it's going to go. It's going to be bloody. But the hope I am trying to get across is that we are a resilient people and a group of (generally) good people. It will be okay, okay? The people that really make or break your daily life are those around you and your local government. Hold those around you close to your heart and always be kind. Everybody go outside, take a deep breath, eat something you love, and hug your grandma (even if she voted differently). The world is still turning and the sky is still blue. Being surrounded by spiraling anger on the internet only makes us the losers, not those we disagree with. The only thing we can do right now is wait. We have a few months to cool off! Enjoy your holidays!

EDIT 2: I think everybody has forgotten about this, but go check out the memorandum signed by the Joint Chiefs of Staff at the end of Trump's first term after January 6. The feds basically said "fuck that" when people were scared that the government was going to turn the military on them to help Trump in some way. While it was specifically addressed to our armed forces members, it was spread throughout the DOD and beyond. Partially as a result of federal workers' fear (not actually ordered, to be crystal clear) that they would be asked to turn on citizens. This sentiment was echoed across the entire government via internal emails (from Trump appointees!) as well to the civilian workforce. That's one of my proudest moments as an American and why I know we will get through it.

Emphasis mine. Link to original Reddit Post. Link to an article about the aforementioned memorandum signed by the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Don't give up. We will get through this.

[revelboo]

AAAHHH omg. Your writing made me fall in love with starscream. I love how much depth you give him as a character. You write him so perfectly 😍 I keep checking Tumblr every day hoping for more

Thank you!

… I keep waking up to 300+ notifications daily and you guys ask me if I’m okay… how about y’all- you guys okay?

Everything is Alright Pt 50

IDW Starscream x Reader

• Lying flat on his back with you sprawled on top of him, partially curled on your side because of his canopy, he vents softly and traces the tips of his servos up your spine. At least one of you can rest, because he’s just been staring at the ceiling, his processor racing. Knowing he’ll need to mass shift again to go on rotation. Also knowing it’s going to tap into his energon reserves because he’s done it too often lately. And it’ll be some time before he can have this again. Upping his energon consumption, stealing rations is too risky. With their stockpile already so low, it won’t go unnoticed and he can’t risk drawing Megatron’s attention. Can’t risk you.

• Finally, he has to reluctantly shift you, his spark warming when you try to bury your face against his neck with a sleepy sound of protest. Not wanting him to go. Tangling his fingers in your hair, he presses his lips to the top of your head and shifts you off of him, finding your blanket and dragging it over you as you curl into the warm spot he’s leaving behind. Sleepy eyes look up at him as he shifts to the edge of the berth, legs dangling and mass shifts back to his full size. “You can’t stay?” That soft question freezes him and he turns to run a servo down your arm, his touch lingering. Because he really can’t. Someone will come looking for him if he does and that mech can’t find you.

• It still takes an effort to leave you, to step out into the hall. “Primus, Star.” The words and tone startle him as his door closes behind him, before Thundercracker is too close, hands on him pushing him toward the washracks. Baring his denta, he almost stumbles as Thundercracker sharply vents. “I can smell you. Everyone can.” Spark freezing in his chest, he allows his brother to push him into the thankfully empty space. His wings angle up aggressively as he snatches a chemical cleanser and steps under the spray. Washing away your scent and hating losing it. “You- how? You mass shifted, right?”

• Glowering at Thundercracker, he tips his face up into the warm water. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Because the other mech can’t know what he did with you. How much you mean to him, so much more than a pet taken on a whim. If he knows the truth, that puts you in danger, a piece to be used against him.

• “I’m not judging,” Thundercracker mutters, stepping into the open stall next to him. “I, ah, took a human, too. I just didn’t think we could...” Shrugging his wings weakly, he trails off. “It’s just a surprise.”

• A secret for a secret? Why tell him about his own human? Or is it a lie to pry more information from him? Jaw working, denta gritting he tries to ignore the other Seeker, but he’s painfully aware of how long it’s been since Thundercracker had stopped reaching out to him. There’s always been so much to do and slowly their trine had drifted apart. Grew distant and he misses that sense of belonging. “You took a human,” he finally mutters under his breath.

• Thundercracker’s wings lift slightly. Happy. And Starscream does miss this, having the time to just talk to Thundercracker and Skywarp both. “How did you,” Thundercracker trails off again, a hand rubbing at the back of his helm. And he waits for the other mech to figure out what he wants to ask. “Yours likes you, right?”

• Wings bristling, he has to remind himself that it’s not a wholly inappropriate question. “I would hope so.” Wonders what Thundercracker thinks might have happened between you. What he assumes you are to him. A toy? Venting roughly, he scrubs at his plating, more aggravated that his brother might think that than he likes or will ever admit. “I take it yours doesn’t?”

• Grimacing at the question, Thundercracker’s vents. “We got along. I thought we did,” he mutters. “They’ve been upset with me ever since I took them, though.” Glancing over at his brother, Starscream wonders at those words. Had Thundercracker been visiting a human in secret, sneaking out just to spend time with one? How had that gone unnoticed? Because he’s been distracted with you, neglecting his duties. “I just wanted them with me. Happy and safe. Maybe it’s selfish of me, but their lives are so short and we were happy together, but it’s all wrong now.”

• And he freezes, because that’s not something he’d ever even thought about, the rest of the other Seeker’s words lost. Uneasy dread slipping about his spark as he turns to look at Thundercracker. His brother’s just being dramatic. He has to be. “How short?”

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[merakiui]

So I know overall yandere talk is on Skully atm, but I've been having some thoughts kicking around in my head for the Heartslabyul hive and how it could work. So here are some of my thoughts for it:

Why is the hive so desperate for a Queen? (Breeding Queen?)

My current thought is that maybe Riddle's mother was the last Queen. And for whatever reason, the hive rejected her. This can happen with bees if their queen gets a parasite or the like, but the overall process beyond that would be to already be breeding another, but just starve the last Queen to death. Or brutal regicide, kind of depends.

I mean, it's Riddle's mom, whatever reason can kinda fit. But for some reason, the hive was still unable to produce their own queen naturally. So they went out and procured the next best thing.

Even better if Riddle was *supposed* to be the next Queen that was being raised, but ended up being a drone. This screws up the last Queen's plans, making he far more brutal or violent or whatever.

And maybe he and the other drones (the Hearts boys) didn't like the mistreatment from her. Sooooooo Regicide? And that is when they get desperate looking for a new Queen.

2. Why go for a human?

Could be convenience, could be temperature is just right. Either way, if the way the drones work is that they're depositing eggs into their darling, then fertilizing them, then that would just be using their own egg and sperm. This could explain the breeding rotations, though.

One dude fills with eggs, the next fertilizes them. Keeping some genetics in there and providing some diversity. Unless Riddle can, somehow, be the only one who can deposit eggs and the rest can fertilize? But I kind of like the idea of them taking turns for clutches and for quicker rounds.

I would imagine whoever is on the clutch rotation, though, would be pampered just as well as their precious incubator. Maybe they spend a lot of time together, getting fed good foods, courting a bit. Making eggs in general is, of course, very energy/time consuming for the body. So the idea of the egg-depositor getting to be spoiled

Maybe most of the drones let this be Riddle most of the time after all the BS with his mom. Maybe they just like spoiling the two of them the most, but they get turns sometimes too. Sometimes Riddle wants to spoil others, obviously~

3. Pheromones

Hot. Little bit of hypnotism, little bit of bug stuff. Very good recipe for breeding shenanigans.

4. Hierarchy

I like the idea that the Queen is at the top, but second to her is the "King." The way this could work is that the Queen is the one who (normally) produces eggs for the hive, then everyone else in the hive tends to her. Y'know, bee logic. Drones are constantly breeding the Queen in order for her to produce said eggs, then all the workers are feeding her and cleaning her, etc.

But I like the idea for this hive is that it works like this:

Socially speaking, the Queen is at the top. The Queen births the young. Then, there's a King, the one who's decided is like. The best genetics or something along those lines. Maybe the brightest colors (Riddle with his bright red hair and the like) determines who has the strongest genetics.

Then the other drones are beneath him. The King's main duties are tending to the Queen and ensuring she is best cared for.

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Anyway, I have more thoughts but these are the ones to kick around for now.

--Science Freak Anon 🤡🧪

👁 👁 my dear science freak anon, this is so DELICIOUS!!!! I am devouring each of these thoughts like a starved dog who has just discovered a veritable FEAST. The idea of breeding rotations is especially scrumptious........ if the responsibility fell to Riddle to keep the hive in line while searching for a new queen, it's only right to do so through rules and schedules. The same goes for breeding so that no one is too greedy with you, and everyone is granted a turn so long as they follow the schedule. OTL

AAAAAA I love the idea of mutual pampering, too!!! >w< both of you being spoiled after so much physical exertion. orz the entire hive doing what they can to make things comfortable, adoring you so much!!!

[taesanluv3r]

laser tag!

kim woonhak x reader

a silly laser tag date with bf!woonhak, turns into a cheeky first kiss. fluffy cuteness, slight betrayal (in a silly way) :3 lowercase intended, excuse any grammar or spelling errors! this is kinda messy but enjoyy

wc: 1,383

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"your first kiss was during...laser tag?!"

okay, maybe to the untrained eye this wasn't the most ideal scenario. romantics might argue that the first kiss should be special, warm, filled to the brim with roses upon a candlelight dinner and - well, not in the middle of an intense laser tag match.

to young and naive lovers like kim woonhak and yn ln however, this was just the right time and place for such a thing. i mean, what's more romantic than a gruesome battle in an awfully humid indoor space, accompanied by extremely cheap plastic guns?

exactly, nothing.

"i'm gonna get you, yn!" woonhak yelled as he ran across the room. he held onto the laser gun tightly, a bright blue circle at the centre of his plastic armour - it glowed, indicating he hadn't been defeated yet. he follows his girlfriend, chasing after the glowing red on her own suit.

"oh yeah? we'll see about that!" yn retaliates, a giggle escaping her gloss stained lips as she skips through the maze-like battlefield. she doesn't stop running, and he doesn't stop chasing; they had seemingly forgotten of the other players, bending the rules of the game to focus solely on each other - as if it were a one on one match.

"hah! got ya!"

the boy's teeth peeked through as he grinned. he had successfully cornered the girl at a dead end, now it really was a one on one fight. "you gonna shoot me or what?" she asked, her weapon locked and loaded, pointed at him and ready to go. he was in the same position, an eye squinted as if he were trying to get a better aim. "aren't you?" he asks as they begin to rotate in a circle, covering the area of the small grounds they stood in.

"how many more shoots do you have left?" woonhak inquires, his head tilts to one side when he asks but the rest of his body stays alert - there was no room for distraction. "i'm not falling for that, you're gonna shoot me while i check...child's play" yn replies, scoffing at her boyfriend's dirty tactics. she has this smile on her face, it's smug and somewhat annoying, but something about it made his stomach turn (in a good way) and he couldn't help but break character for a moment, letting his guard down.

bad idea.

"FUCK!" yn cursed almost way too loudly - especially at a place dominated by children. woonhak laughs manically, in a split second he had managed to dodge her shot. "HAH! i'd like to see you try that again" he snickers, watching her face as her eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. his own expression changes quickly however, when she lifts her gun up to point at him again, right at his chest.

"kim woonhak, consider yourself...dead?"

fuck.

"looks like someone's out of shots..." the boy smirks, watching as a look of shock washes over her complexion. "this is seriously so unfair" she whines, dropping the, now useless, gun onto the floor. yn frowns when woonhak begins to walk towards her. she steps back each time he comes closer but this method only worked for as long as she didn't come into straight contact with the plush foam walls - which, obviously, she did.

"woonhak, babe, don't do it...spare me!"

he laughs again, the same manic laugh as before, as if he could already feel the glory of victory reeling in. he fully corners her this time, her back against the wall and one of his palms pressed onto the surface right beside her head, caging her in so that there was no escape.

yn sighs, she's about to give up. i mean, there really isn't any other way to win...unless of course if she could stall him long enough for the time to run out. but how? if there's anything about kim woonhak that anyone should know it's that he's dead serious about games like this, nothing in the world could distract him - well, maybe a true loves kiss but where would yn ln find a true loves kiss at a time like this? hey that rhymed, also! yn you idiot, you're the true loves kiss!

"what are you thinking so hard about right now?" his words pull her out of the short trance she was in. observant as ever, the boy caught on immediately to the smirk that played against her lips. "what are you plotting, yn?" he sounded almost nervous.

"aren't you gonna shoot me?"

he chuckles, "i'm savouring it. gonna wait till the very last minute", she raises a brow, "what if you don't make it on time?" and he rolls his eyes, "with you weaponless and cornered, no one else around, and the clear shot i have? fat chance" she sighs, "fine then..."

"you can't say i didn't warn you then"

before the boy could even try to question her odd statement, he was pulled forward by the two hands she had hooked between the straps of his armour. in a matter of seconds, kim woonhak had gone from feeling rather victorious to losing himself in his girlfriend's mouth.

not that he was complaining though, he's been waiting for this moment to happen since the very moment they started dating about two and a half weeks ago - he just never thought it'd be at laser tag that he'd get his very first kiss from her. again, not complaining though.

the kiss was simple. distracting, sure, but for the most part it was simple; sweet and passionate - maybe a little sloppy, but what would you expect of two amateur teenage kissers?

kim woonhak was on cloud nine! i mean, he's got the love of his life - namely, yn ln - locked on his lips, his hands in his hair and everything, and on top of that, his laser tag victory was just inches away...at the edge of his finger tips, literally. nothing could go wrong now...nothing in the whole wide world could ever ruin this moment in any way...nothing could-

'shots fired! player freshboy has been defeated! congratulations red team you win!'

"huh...?"

woonhak's face went pale as the speaker intercom voice filled his ears, he finally pulls away from the kiss, "what...?" his confusion is answered when yn laughs from her spot in front of him. his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend, pretty - as always - but something was different. why was she armed? her weapon was gone minutes ago! and where did his weapon go? what...

"got ya!"

he couldn't believe it. about a billion thoughts raced through his mind as he watched his girlfriend cheer with glee - cheer in glory of her victory, the victory that was meant to be his. but amongst all these thoughts only one read clear in the very center of his head, in big and bold letters, in a colour so brightly red, a singular word floating with a background of fire:

betrayal.

"aw woonagi don't be upset, it's not the end of the world!" yn giggles at the large pout on his face as they return the plastic suits and weapons to the counter. "yeah it is, my girlfriend totally betrayed me! worse! she distracted me with a secret weapon! that's totally against the rules and so very unfair and i think that-" woonhak didn't finish - or rather, he couldn't finish. his words all swallowed up by her lips that attached themselves onto his again.

once more, she laughs at his bewildered face. "you're so adorable, hakie. now let's go, dinner is on you remember, loser" he frowns again, but wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to kiss the top of her head. her nose scrunches at the contact and she tumbles to side a bit, walking lopsided as a result of their difference in height.

"you're so lucky i love you, yn"

they went to dinner after that, on woonhak's latest pay check from his part-time job. then when they parted that night, neither of the pair could fall asleep; lost in space as images of their spontaneous first kiss flashed against the stars. the rest was history, a story to be told over and over again until everyone and their mother's got sick of it.

"so yeah...we did have our first kiss at laser tag"

the end.

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YAYYYY FIRST FIC(ish) IN A WHILE 😭😭😭😭 hope u enjoyed it <3 sorry to have kept u waiting. love, kona.

[xoluvx]

cairo's girl; cairo sweet

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @lovxlyvee 🤎

For as long as you could remember, it was her. You longed for her. Longed to be hers and only hers. Navigating life rotating around her axis like she was the sun and you were a measly planet.

You settled for the title of "best friend". Masking the affection. Looking elsewhere. Longing for that feeling of wanting and being wanted freely, knowing it could only truly be satisfied by her touch. A touch she teased. Dangling it over your head like an unattainable prize. A touch she simply forbad. Too preoccupied chasing her own forbidden and rotten fruit.

If that was the only way to stay close, you were taking it. Sitting next to her in the confines of her room. Bottle of wine half empty. Eyes teary eyes and vision blurry as you made questionable choices. Choices encouraged, no, forced by her languid words.

"Take off your shirt," she smiled wickedly leaning close. You could smell the alcohol on her breath. Her eyes pooled so big you could swim laps in her orbs. There was an implication in her voice that stirred the butterflies that had otherwise been numbed and placated by the booze.

Your eyes traced the depth of her body as she stood in front of the mirror. It was like you weren't even there as she removed her sweater. Talking about wanting to make out for him and not for you. It hurt. It hurt like a bitch hearing her spit those words as she disregarded the feelings you harbored for her. Feelings you'd teasingly revealed on multiple occasions. She just laughed them off every time.

"Well, it can be a little for me," you muttered into the void. She was selfish. Conniving as she kneed down on the floor and leaned over. Smile so playful yet you knew the meaning it held. You knew why she was doing this. Not for you. Not even a little for you. Not even for him. It was for her. All of it part of a plan you hadn't quite pieced together yet.

"How's this?" the smile never faltered as her eyes glazed over with quiet mischief.

"Yeah, good" your voice felt like it was giving out as you clung to the neck of the bottle. Your heart felt heavy. All sorts of scenarios flashing through your brain. Innocent, nasty, foul, vile, pure. All across the spectrum you could taste every little bit of longing and yearning. Yearning to be her girl. Cairo's girl.

"Your turn," she commented dismissively as you stood on your knees fumbling with the fabric of your shirt. That eery smile never left her face as you lifted your arms and she finished lifting the shirt over your head. You were a fool willingly walking into her trap. Her fool. Cairo's fool.

Your shirt hadn't been off your body for more than a second and she was already reaching for your phone. The fluorescent light bright and damning. The only witness to the events unraveling in her dark room.

She asserted her dominance as you awkwardly moved your body. You weren't used to this. Even if you were a fool for her, you were always the leader. The free spirit. Wild child. The one that told her what to do. Led her into the darkest parts of your friendship. You didn't know she possessed such power. Didn't know she possessed the ability to be just as dark, if not more.

Her delicate fingers brushed along your neck as she held the phone up. Light shining on your glistening faces. Eyes dazed and lips laced with liquor. This was your moment. This was happening right now. You allowed yourself to be led astray by the impure motivations of your best friend. Your eyes traced the curves of her face. Lips perfectly plump. Freckles scattered across her cheeks and the entirety of her face. Her beautifully crafted face.

When she turned to look at you. She smiled so sweetly almost as if she was reassuring you that this was all okay. That this was normal. That there were no ulterior motives to her actions. When she smiled so tenderly, you shied away looking down and feeling flushed.

"Ready?" she asked almost enthusiastically. There were no need for words. No need for confirmation. You'd been ready. You'd been ready for years. All that time you'd spent yearning and hiding your desire for your best friend had all accumulated to this moment. Even if her intentions were skewed. Even if she wasn't doing this for you. She was only centimeters away as you breathed each other's air.

Like a fool rushing in, you were the first to lean in. She stood still, her cunning smile fading as your lips ghosted over hers. Her lips parted, tongue peeking through her teeth as your lips hesitantly tested the limits of this moment. Was it happening? Was this real? Would she pull away and shove your shoulder like she'd done so many other times?

No.

No, she leaned in capturing your lips in what would result in a heated kiss. Your lips molded together so perfectly. Desperately connecting and reconnecting. Bottom lip shifting to top lip. Hands tentatively touching her waist feeling the scratchy nylon of her tights. Her hand cradled the back of your head as she snapped the photo. You were too enthralled by her embrace to notice.

When she dropped the phone, your arm wrapped around her shoulders. The kiss never faltering. Her arm hooked under yours pulling you closer. Hand still cradling your head as you leaned into her wanting to explore every inch of her mouth.

As you separated for a brief second, the only thing that held you together was the string of saliva that quickly snapped when she held your face pulling you in for another kiss. This one lacking purpose. Just lips molding. Tongues touching. Heads turning and humming and whimpering and bodies leaning into each other with desperation.

When you held the back of her head it was like something in her snapped. She pushed you away suddenly with a deadly stare. You came down with a painful cry. Watching her with wild eyes trying to decipher what happened. Did you do something wrong?

"Get on the bed," she huffed getting to her feet and wiping her lips. She paced to the opposite side of the bed as you nodded. Eyes big like a lost puppy as pulled your body on to the mattress. Hands nervously resting near your belly button as you swallowed.

When she stood at the foot of the bed she stared at you like a hunter spotting its prey. Eyes wide and hungry. Lips scrunched with anger? Nose crinkling as she palmed the bed frame. Knuckles white. You were holding your breath with anticipation as she inhaled and pounced.

Her ring clad fingers grabbing your legs as she pulling them over the edge of the bed. Black fingernails digging into your hips as she harshly tugged on the underwear yanking them down your legs before discarding them on the floor. She watched you closely. Eyes piercing through your soul as she got on her knees. Hands parting your legs as they draped over her shoulders.

There was a warmth to her breathing as she hovered near your sensitive throbbing core. It filled you chills. Shivering as you furled your fingers around the bed sheets, swallowing with anticipation. When her tongue brushed between your folds, you gasped and lifted your chest off the mattress.

The inexplicable feeling filled you with the heat of a thousand suns. She was your sun. Hot between your legs. Tongue wet exploring the most intimate part of your body. A part reversed for only the worthy and in your mind, who else was more worthy than her?

All the nights you'd spent talking about losing your virginities, it was here. Not in the way you'd expected and not in the way you'd discussed but in its own sweet - Cairo Sweet - way.

She lapped your pussy so marvelously for someone who claimed they'd never been with a girl before. When her tongue pierced through your entrance, a guttural moan escaped your body and reached down for her hair. Fingers tangling in her messy brown hair before pushing the hair out of her face. Her eyes were open. Piercing as you made eye contact. As your brows furrowed and your lips remained parted spewing curses and moans so sweet on your tongue because it was she who was responsible.

When her lips wrapped around your clit and sucked so gently, you caved. Your legs were shaking and closing in around her head. Your fingers pulled on her hair and pushed her face down closer to your cunt. Desperate moans and pleas spilled from your lips as she pulled you closer to the edge. Forcing you to jump when a single finger played with your sensitive entrance. The bundle of nerves unraveled on her lips as you convulsed and shut your eyes as you felt the electricity spark through your body.

Her soft lips dragged along your torso leaving a trail coated by your arousal as she inched closer to your covered breasts. She hummed as your chest rose and fell rapidly. Heart beating quickly. Legs quivering and hands clinging to her back. She bit down on your covered nipple and you cried out digging your nails into her back wanting to mark her. If not Cairo's girl, then she could be yours. Your girl.

Her tongue ran across your breast all the way up the side of your neck. Licking the shell of your ear where she breathed so seductively you were struggling to memorize every last little detail of what you'd happened.

"Thank you," you cowered still so totally helpless under her control and unaware of what else to say in this situation.

"So polite," she breathed in your ear. Hot and bothered. The stirring in your loins burning hot once again.

"Never seen you be so polite," she teased taking your wrists before pulling your arms over above head. Gasping, you looked at her innocently. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders as her nose brushed yours. Her lips so close you longed to taste them again. Longed to taste yourself on her tongue.

"Such a good girl for me," she whispered planting her body and straddling your waist as you whimpered. She knew exactly what to say. She knew exactly how to say it.

A good girl. A good girl for her. Cairo Sweet's sweet girl.

[rysttle]

Augh I haven't posted comics in a while lol :') Have a thing about Gulls! It's a bit long so I cut it up and put it under read more but yeah hope you guys enjoy anyway XD

Helloo you've reached the end! Thank you so much for reading this, it means a lot bc I have been rotating this in my brain for enough times that I think I'd explode if I didnt draw it haha

[yellowhollyhock]

I had a dream months ago (don't ask me about time idk how that works, sometime in the last two years) about the 2012 turtles that didn't make sense and wasn't really in character but I still think about it because, it's only juuust believable enough to make it interesting to think about what possible situation could lead to it being in character.

they were trying to set up some kind of banquet? I think someone important was visiting. My brain apparently didn't feel like coming up with food items because it just made everything different containers of apple jello, which the turtles treated like different dishes

Anyway they kept arguing over random things, where to place food, what side the fork goes on, who was supposed to vacuum etc.

And at one point Leo and Raph got into it, not even that intense just having a disagreement over the seating or something. They were both being aggressive for no real reason but it was just verbal.

So. Leo raised his voice a bit, and Donnie, who was alllll the way across the room, vaulted himself immediately directly between them, in ready fighting stance facing Leo, and said with much more anger than either Raph or Leo had had about whatever silly detail they were arguing about

"You do not yell at Raph or you deal with me"

And that confused me so much I woke up immediately XD

But I'm still turning it over in my head because... what could have happened to Raph recently that Donnie's that protective?

Like it was clearly just a random nonsense amalgamation of details strung together by my subconscious mind (apple jello), but I'm still rotating it in my head trying to analyze it as if it were a canon scene in need of a fix-it fic. Donnie doesn't usually have that kind of anger in his eyes, why was that directed at Leo? And why was Raph meekly standing back letting Donnie protect him as if he doesn't argue with Leo every day? Who hurt them.

Like I know I made it up and barely that but like. I need to know

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Still very wild to me when people try to gotcha Jason with the whole "if you can kill other people for being evil why can't they kill you" when jason is like. One of the most passively suicidal characters I've ever seen. What if man

[thankchaosforspellcheck]

Thinking about the "Rise!Mikey being a box turtle has serious effects on his ability to move to a new place after their lair is destroyed" setup and how it might be applicable to more iterations than rottmnt.

Like, we know 2003 & the 90s movies turtles moved house plenty of times (especially 2003. it seemed like they were getting a new lair every week sometimes) throughout their continuities.

Which makes sense! If your enemies have figured out where you live & all of your stuff gets wrecked in the process, the best course of action is to find a new place where that won't happen again (or at least take longer to happen than with the previous place).

And yet, time and time again, the 2012 and 1987 guys go back to the exact same lair and just. rebuild it. (or have it spawned back to normal by the next episode in 1987's case BUT STILL).

There are plenty of reasons for them to go back to the same place rather than find a new one, of course: emotional connection, it's logistically the easiest place to protect that they've found, the animators didn't want to learn how to draw a brand new place after who knows how many seasons of repetition, etc.

But there is so much potential in it being an instinct thing.

The shredder knows where you live.

The aliens actively hunting you down knows where you live.

Everyone you have ever faced has destroyed your home over and over again, using it to their advantage and capturing you all with little to no trouble because, again, they KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.

This could all be solved just by moving even a couple blocks over to a different sewer canal, but you can't.

You can't even conceptualize it.

Splinter brings it up one time and never again. He can't bring himself to cause those looks a second time.

So you clean up the mess, help Donnie set up new & improved traps and security systems, and pray that this time they're enough to keep them safe.

But they never are.

[valeovalairs]

What a first date, hunting down strangers that are related to your mysterious past- but hey, free painting

[kaiserouo]

puppies go shopping

idk if that color makes it better or not so im just leaving the normal version here

[septembermonologues]

how did dorym nation go from winning so hard to losing so hard in the span of 2 episodes....MAKE IT MAKE SENSE 😭😭😭

I. KNOW. i just keep thinking about how things would be different if dorian had been able to stay or pop in or even just if the sending stones worked. i think there's going to be so much pain and frustration and anger from dorian not necessarily with orym but like. i keep thinking about "no debts between us". and how whether it's internal and how orym is built or because watching the hells lately has put so much weight and responsibility on his shoulders, he's gotten to feel so indebted or something like that so as to make a deal essentially signing away his future with a hag to make up for it. but then there's an empathy there that i don't know the rest of the hells will quite have because dorian made a deal with a betrayer god to keep the crown keepers safe. they're cut from such a similar cloth in that way that i just wonder what kind of... warnings? dorian might have been able to pick up on that have slipped through the cracks without him because orym's been written off as the most stable one of the hells. i just. need to know how dorian is going to react.

[musical-chan]

Hey hey hey you should talk about your blorbos

OH GOSH SHOULD I! (I'm sorry, I know this was sent a while ago but I've been so busy!)

You know, a year or so ago I was on the LU discord server and I was really starting to write fics again and was having a grand old time and somewhere in all the chaos, I picked up a fascination for the Fierce Deity.

And it was a lot of fun because there wasn't a lot of things known about him, just that he was a being trapped in a mask and that he could be many things but he was also extremely powerful and was worn predominately by a young boy named Link, the Hero of Time. Who just happened to be my favourite Link from way back in the early 2000s when I first dipped my toes into the Zelda fandom.

Perfection.

Previous fandom re-engaged! And it was so much fun writing about this mysterious god in a mask and I had a lot of early ideas about him making taking over Time occasionally or maybe he was more benevolent and just all SORTS of things! And then one fateful night in a channel where people were talking all sorts of ridiculous headcanons, I (like many other people) started to wonder what would happen if the Fierce Deity had gotten free from the mask and instead of being a god of destruction and horror, ended up adopting the very young Hero of Time.

And thus, the beginning of Father of Time was born.

The idea of the Deity as a father is not a new one. Plenty of people have thought the same! But I had *ideas* of a confused god that was honestly just doing his best to raise a very unusual mortal child, who could do so much and yet was still utterly perplexed by some of the behaviours of this boy that he desperately wanted to protect. It was so much fun coming up with scenarios that they could be put in. The Deity visiting Talon for advice, carrying an angry Link under his arm. Getting stabbed in the shoulder by a sword when trying to teach Link how to be a better swordsman. Link being a gremlin with moving time around and the Deity not being fussed by it one bit.

I loved them so, so much. I loved the Deity trying to be a dad and Link trying to figure out how families worked and I wanted them to live in their little house in the Lost Woods forever being a cute father and son duo and then-

And then came the plot.

It was all over for me at that point! Almost a year and 460k words later, Father of Time has reached word count levels that might mean some people will never pick it up and read it but I love it SO SO MUCH and I'll never regret any of those words. I've created a whole pantheon of deities for the story. I sent Link back to Termina, TWICE. I tossed him into the War of Eras. I've taken the canon from the games and I've expanded it and tried to fit things in with that that make sense but are also, at the same time, not at all canon. And I've been ramping up the promise of another, final conflict with Ganondorf that will kick off in Father of Time part two, just as soon as I'm done with the fic now.

I love them, all of them. I can't wait to tell the rest of their stories.

[best-fnaf-song-competition]

Oh you KNOW this playlist is full of bangers when I've got 4-5 of them stuck in my head at once

[obstinaterixatrix]

I really like romances that highlights a complex relationship with desire. what’s that one quote. found it, it’s the siken quote that goes “the enormity of my desire disgusts me” and “there’s only one thing I want, don’t make me say it” LOVE that. it’s so fun. denial and repression and self-loathing! some of my favorite ingredients for a romance.

[laelior]

The feeling of that late night idea for your OTP hitting you with such perfect clarity when you're trying to fall asleep, then remembering all the details the next day...but being too damn tired to write any of it. 😞