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[fashionwithsophi]

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[swimwearbali]

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[lori11hen2ry]

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[wonusite]

Hate to Love You (Not Really)

❝ The only thing worse than spending Valentine’s Day alone is spending it with someone you hate. ❞

PAIRING: lee seokmin x female reader

GENRE: enemies to lovers, coworkers au, fluff, smut

WORD COUNT: 3k

WARNINGS: coworker!seokmin, one sided enemies to lovers, pining, drinking, being forced to share a room, only one bed trope, seokmin is a HUGE simp, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampies, cockwarming, pussy drunk!seokmin, cock drunk!reader

A/N: this is for the lovely @drunk-on-dk as part of @svthub’s cupid for you collab! i really hope you like it! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

“We only have one room available.”

Those six words are the worst you’ve heard all day. If it weren’t for the heavy snow falling outside, you would immediately grab your things to try to find any other accommodation for the night. Not that you would have any luck since every other decent hotel you’ve been to is already full.

Seokmin glances over at you, nearly wincing at your dissatisfied expression. He clears his throat and fakes a smile as he looks back at the desk clerk. “We’ll take it. Thank you.”

The walk to your suite is silent and tense. In any other situation, you would’ve loved to stay in a luxury hotel, but being forced to share a room with your insufferable coworker isn’t how you pictured that happening. At least Seokmin isn’t stupid enough to crack one of his unfunny jokes as you two get inside the suite.

As if things weren’t already miserable, you find out that there’s only one large bed and a nice but uncomfortable looking couch. You let out a long, tired sigh. Just your luck. As if your day couldn’t get any worse.

“I’ll take the couch.” Seokmin’s voice is soft. “I don’t mind.”

You whip your head to look at him in surprise. His gaze seems shy, but he maintains eye contact. For some reason, you’re hyper aware of your heartbeat and how it’s slowly increasing. You clear your throat nervously and give him a single nod.

“Cool. Thanks.”

Silence falls over you two again. It’s not uncomfortable, but it is a little awkward. Mostly on your part because you hadn’t expected Seokmin to act so kindly towards you. After spending the entire day disagreeing about which manufacturer would be the best fit to produce the new wine bottles for the company, you thought he’d keep up his pettiness up to this point.

You tentatively sit on the edge of the bed, unsure of how to proceed. Ideally, you’d like to shower and order room service, but you can’t very well do it comfortably when you’re sharing a room with your coworker who you also happen to dislike a lot.

“Y/N?”

Seokmin’s voice is hesitant, as he inches toward you. In all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him so nervous. For some sick reason, you feel endeared by the sight.

“Did you want to get dinner? I saw they’re having a special wine tasting event since it’s Valentine’s Day.”

It would be so easy to turn him down, not to mention satisfying. But he’s looking at you so earnestly that you can’t let yourself be the one to crush the hope swimming in his eyes. And you are pretty hungry since you didn’t get to have lunch. Also, having a glass of wine (or several) sounds way too appealing to turn down.

“Okay.”

You’re not sure what demon has possessed you, but it’s one that’s messing with your mind because there’s no way you’re finding your mortal enemy hot right now. Objectively, you know Seokmin is good looking. It’s undeniable, however, you’ve never been able to perceive him as attractive because of how much you dislike him.

Although, right now, in his nice dress shirt that hugs his broad chest just right, you can’t think of him as the same guy who constantly tries to undermine you.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” Seokmin says as you two sit down at the table. “I should’ve said something sooner, but when I saw you my brain just short-circuited.”

It’s true. When you stepped out of the bathroom in a slip dress that fit you just right, Seokmin just about died. He knew he must’ve looked like a complete fool just gawking at you without saying anything, but it was just a natural reaction.

Meanwhile, you have to force your expression to stay neutral as the waiter brings out the first wine you two are meant to taste. You’re not sure why Seokmin is suddenly acting so out of character, and you’re not sure why you’re feeling flattered and shy about his behavior.

“Thank you.” The words come out neutral (luckily for you). “You look good too.”

When he smiles at you brightly, you wonder if this is what all the other women in the office feel at the pretty sight. Seokmin has an infectious smile that’s too bright not to reciprocate. You hide most of it through a large gulp of wine, the bittersweet taste quickly marring your expression into one of neutrality again.

“Like it?” There’s a teasing lilt to the question.

You hum against the rim of the crystal glass. “Try it. Tell me what you think.”

It’s hard to control your expression when Seokmin listens to you. He never does, and the fact that he did it so easily is jarring. Also, it doesn’t help that he looks damn good while doing so.

Seokmin lets out a noise of approval. He licks his lips and maintains eye contact with you. “Sweet.”

The smirk he directs at you when you awkwardly cough is infuriatingly attractive. It feels like you’re potentially reading too much into his actions, and before you can really begin to question anything, the next bottle of wine is brought out for you to taste.

You attempt to distract yourself with the wine, but you can feel Seokmin’s eyes on you. There’s something heated about his gaze, and you can’t help but wonder what’s gotten into him. Still, you can’t bring yourself to outright ask even though you can feel the wine beginning to give you a nice little buzz.

“You must like this one.” Seokmin says, pretty smile still in place.

He says it because you gulped down what was in your glass. What he doesn’t know is that it’s because of him that you feel the need to finish the wine quickly so you can silence all these inappropriate thoughts you’re having.

“You must not.” Comes your rebuttal when you see that he’s barely taken a sip.

Seokmin doesn’t say anything at first. You can see him thinking, almost like he’s contemplating on how to answer you. Finally, he flashes another one of his annoyingly cute smiles at you. “It’s not bad, but seeing you like it so much is better than the taste.”

“What’s your problem?” You demand abruptly, not caring that the waiters who brought out your food are looking like they just walked into the crossfire.

That heart-stopping smile drops off his face, and his expression falls into the familiar cold one you’re used to receiving. Finally, the uncomfortable knot in your chest comes undone, but it’s replaced by a different discomfort.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

You scoff, annoyed that he’s not willing to acknowledge his odd behavior. “Yes, you do. Why are you acting like you don’t hate me all of a sudden?”

His gaze becomes hard, but you swear you see a tinge of sadness somewhere in that cold look. “I don’t hate you.”

You can’t understand why he’s lying, and so blatantly at that. It’s obvious that he’s hated you since you inadvertently picked holes in his first major presentation. He’s been out to get you ever since, and you’re not sure why he’s trying to act like you don’t know exactly how he feels about you.

“Right.” You scoff incredulously. “You telling the entire office that you’re capable of doing this project without my help was out of fondness.”

A blush slowly crawls up Seokmin’s neck and spreads across his face. “That—!”

“Oh, and I guess you did me a favor by telling our boss that ‘no woman should spend Valentine’s Day working!’”

Seokmin feels himself start to panic because he had said that, but it’s really not what you think. And he has to clear that up. Like now.

“Will you please just let me explain?”

You’re thrown off because the wine is slowly easing your nerves and because Seokmin looks like a kicked puppy. With a quiet huff, you nod stiffly, not wanting to make a scene even though some of the people at the surrounding tables are already looking at you funny.

“I just– I didn’t want you to have to spend today with me.”

Everything just seems to stop. Seokmin looks so remorseful and like he’s about to cry that you can’t think of his explanation as anything other than the truth. But then there’s the big question looming on your mind: Why would someone who hates you try to do something so kind for you? Unfortunately, you’re so thrown off that you can’t form a coherent response.

“You– What?”

Seokmin lets out a forced laugh. Your dumbfounded expression is adorable and makes him think that maybe he hadn’t entirely screwed up.

“Last month, I overheard you telling Josh that you had big plans today. When we were put on the project together and found out we had to work today, I tried everything so you wouldn’t be forced to spend the day with me. I’m an idiot for not realizing how you would feel about the things I said and I’m sorry.”

If only this sweet, silly man knew the big plans you mentioned involved five of your favorite romcoms and a bottle of wine. You can’t fully process the onslaught of emotions hitting you with full force, and you wish you had the capacity to answer him intelligently.

“But… why? Why would you do that for me?”

Seokmin can feel the heat coming from his face, but he soldiers on with what he hopes is anything but an embarrassed expression. “Like I said. I don’t hate you.”

You just blink at him, and he has to laugh.

“It’s true. And I’ll prove it to you.”

Just when you think he can’t surprise you anymore, he signals over a worker you hadn’t noticed before. The lovely woman had been handing out single pink roses, and now she was giving Seokmin the remaining ones after he slipped her several bills. You gape at him as he boldly hands them to you with that dumb, endearing smile.

“For you.” He nudges them toward you. “I know you would’ve preferred red or white roses, but I’ll get them for you some other time.”

Now his words are making your brain short circuit because what the fuck? How could he know your preferences and what did he mean that he would get you your favorite flowers next time?

All your rationality has gone out the window, and so have your inhibitions. It’s why you don’t care to cut the dinner short while telling Seokmin to follow you upstairs. He’s so obedient that you eat it all up. That and his needy kisses are too addicting for you to think about how wrong you’d been this entire time.

“You feel good, pretty girl?” Seokmin wonders from between your thighs.

His entire body burns with desire when you give him a heated look as you slowly roll your hips, grinding your soaking cunt down on his awaiting mouth. You do it with a neediness that has his eyes rolling and his cock twitching. Seokmin has never looked hotter to you than he does with your arousal covering his mouth and chin. You’re so turned on that your juices are slowly dripping down into a mess on the sheets bellow you.

“Amazing.” You breathe out through a whine as Seokmin dives back in, flicking his tongue on your throbbing clit before fucking it into your needy hole.

His cock is leaking and twitching as he drinks up every last bit of your arousal. Seokmin moans and groans into your cunt as you eagerly meet every movement of his tongue with an enthusiastic grind of your hips.

“Fuck, baby. Wanna make you come.”

You clench around his tongue at hearing the earnest words. It makes you arch into him more, loving how his tongue is splitting though your folds and slurping up all your arousal eagerly. He drags his wet muscle over your clit before sucking and rolling it like he would do to an addicting candy.

He’s so into eating you out, so fucked out by your taste alone that you can’t stop your quickly approaching orgasm. Seokmin’s eyes are rolling to the back of his head, moaning and whimpering about how you taste like absolute heaven. There’s even a moment where he lets it slip about how long he’s longed to have a taste of you, and that just does it for you.

The coil in your stomach snaps, and you two moan in pleasure together. Seokmin’s cock throbs wildly at the sweet taste of your cream. He licks every inch of your pretty pussy, not wanting to waste even a single drop of what you’re giving him.

“God.” You breathe out, legs trembling around his head. “Hurry up and fuck me.”

Expectedly, Seokmin does exactly as you want. You don’t care that you might need some time to adjust to his cock’s impressive size, you just need him.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this, angel.” Seokmin hums against your jaw as his fat tip teases your entrance. “All needy and wet, just for me.”

“Please.” You whine into his cheek as he laces your hands together. “Want you so bad, baby.”

Your moans are loud and downright pornographic when Seokmin finally eases his throbbing cock into your cunt. You’re so warm and wet and tight that he already feels addicted. He could come just from bottoming out, but he won’t. Not before he feels you come on his cock.

You arch your back, mouth dropped open in pleasure. “Fuck me!”

And he does, nice and deep. Your legs hook around Seokmin’s slim waist to push him in deeper. His cock is ramming against a spot no one else came close to touching, and you’re sm quickly starting to lose yourself to the pleasure consuming you. His big cock smoothes along your velvety walls with every rough snap of his hips, and you don’t even try to contain your cries of pleasure.

“Feels so good.” You whimper into Seokmin’s mouth when he turn to plant a messy kiss to your lips.

Your eyes roll back as his tongue forces it’s way into your mouth. His thumb brushes the back of your hand gently, the tender action only spurring you on as you try to meet the wet connection of his hips with needy grinds of your own.

Seokmin’s cock throbs inside you, seeming to swell at your words. He reluctantly pulls way from your lips, hips not stopping for a second. Every thrusts feels like the air is lowly being forced out of your lungs. But you love every second. All you can do is moan out his name with ravenous desire as he fucks his cock into you.

“Pussy’s so fucking tight.” Seokmin groans as his free hand trails down to your swollen nub. It’s so cute to hear you moan out for him as he starts to rub gentle yet fast circles into your clit. “Feels so good around me. Sh-Shit, Y/N. Never wanna stop fucking you. Want to be inside this pretty pussy all the time!”

You’re so turned on by his need for you and your pussy that you can feel yourself on the verge of coming. Especially with the way his fingers twist around your messy clit. Your inside are fluttering as his leaking tip rams into your soft spot over and over again.

“G-Gonna come!” You cry out and you squeeze the hand that is still wrapped around yours.

You focus on his rough thrusts and how his hips dig into yours as his big cock stretches your little pussy open to fit him inside. The restless flicks to your puffy nub push you over the edge as Seokmin urges you to come for him. He licks and sucks on your pulse point just to drive you more insane than you already feel.

“Seokmin!”

Your orgasm tips through you intensely as you crema all over his aching cock. Seokmin curls his body over yours, wrapping his brawny arm around you back to press himself against you. Now you’re stuck in his strong yet gentle embrace, bodies practically molded into one as he continues to split you open.

His thrusts become sloppy as he keeps on fanning the flames of your orgasm. “Need to fill you up, angel. Want to see your pretty pussy dripping with my cum.”

“Come inside me!” You beg, eyes rolling back. “Stuff me full!”

Seokmin smashes his lips on yours, greedily swallowing your moans as he empties himself inside your hot cunt. His entire body shudders in pleasure as he fucks his cum deeper into you.

“Fuck, baby. Take it all. It’s just yours, angel.”

You’re slowly coming down from you high when you feel Seokmin’s lip brush against your ear. “I’m not done yet.”

That’s when you find out he’s just as insatiable as you are.

“Fuck.” Seokmin moans against your neck as his thrusts grow sloppier and sloppier.

He’s so drunk on the feeling of your hot cunt that he feels any coherent thoughts start to get hazy. “So fucking pretty. Always so fucking pretty.”

Seokmin pulls you in for another kiss, hips still grinding into yours with a need that turns you on beyond belief. You’ve already came on his cock two more times, and he’s mad with clear that he won’t stop until he stuffs your pussy one more time. Which he does. Thick ropes of his cum spill into you, adding to the mess on his heavy balls and the sheets bellow you.

His next kiss is gentle yet passionate. Seokmin hums into your mouth, still making no move to pull out. His cock acts as a plug for all his cum, and when you shift he groans against your lips.

“Let me stay inside you, baby.” He pleads with shining eyes. “Please.”

“Okay.” You sigh as he rolls you over so your weight is on top of him now.

And it’s only when your on the cusp of sleep that you realize Seokmin still hasn’t let go of your hand.

[mariacallous]

Every day brings new examples of fake campaign-related pictures, videos, and narratives. In recent weeks, there have been false images of Kamala Harris in a swimming suit hugging convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein, an AI-generated video of a young man saying he was sexually abused by Tim Walz 30 years ago, a fraudulent Fordham transcript for Donald Trump claiming he had a barely passing 1.28 grade point average, liberal conspiracy theories saying Trump engineered his assassination attempts to generate sympathy for himself, and online pronouncements saying needed hurricane disaster relief funding went to undocumented immigrants.

The fact that none of these claims are true has not stopped their widespread sharing on social media platforms, broad dissemination across the country, and the belief by many people who want to think the worst things about the opposition. The emergence of generative AI makes it easy and inexpensive to manufacture fake images and videos and make someone look guilty of things they did not do.

So, we shouldn’t be surprised on election night if we see false narratives seeking to affect people’s belief about election integrity and the true winner of the race. Having followed this subject for some time as part of a new Brookings Press book co-authored with Elaine Kamarck entitled “Lies That Kill: A Citizen’s Guide to Disinformation,” there are several election night disinformation risks that could materialize as final votes are being cast and ballots tabulated.

Allegations of mail ballot fraud in Pennsylvania

One of the biggest risks is in Pennsylvania, which is shaping up to be one of the key states for both presidential candidates. It is a competitive swing state that is vital to winning the Electoral College, and both Trump and Harris have spent heavily there to influence the vote. But one of the problems is that the legislature there has mandated that mail ballots can’t be tabulated until after the polls are closed. With Republicans typically favoring in-person voting on Election Day and Democrats preferring mail ballots, there could be a situation where the election evening tabulations favor Trump but the vote shifts to Harris as the mail ballots are counted. While party differences in vote casting likely would explain these shifts, in 2020 those alterations were taken as evidence of ballot fraud and an election that was stolen from Trump. The risk in 2024 is that disinformation agents either from the United States and/or abroad will repeat those claims, and those accusations will sound believable to skeptical voters.

Slow vote counts being interpreted as evidence of ballot fraud

In addition to slow vote counts in Pennsylvania, there are likely to be slow vote counts in contested areas because turnout is likely to be high this year, and both sides will be watching vote casting and tabulations and filing legal claims based on their observations. Vote counts that take several days look suspicious even when there are logical reasons for the time delays. It will be easy for either side to promote false narratives if the ballots take several days to process.

Not knowing the winner on election night being seen as evidence of ballot fraud

Americans are used to knowing election winners on election night. The 2020 elections were unusual in this regard because vote counts took several days in a number of states, and it was not completely clear who won on the evening of the election. If that situation repeats itself this year, uncertainty is likely to breed paranoia that the other side has stolen the election, and the losing side should be suspicious of what happened.

Claims that substantial numbers of undocumented immigrants voted in key swing states

With Hurricanes Helene and Milton, there already have been false claims that the Federal Emergency Management Agency funds were diverted from those devastated by the flooding to undocumented immigrants. And for months, Republicans have peddled the line that Democrats support open borders in order to enable “the illegals” to cast ballots in favor of their party. We should expect some variation on that theme on election night if Trump does poorly and looks for an excuse to rile up his supporters and make them doubt the integrity of the election process.

Charges of ballot stuffing or vote buying in African American and Latino precincts

Race and ethnicity are crucial dividing points in the 2024 elections. For several decades, Democratic presidential candidates have garnered about 90% of the African-American vote and two-thirds of the Latino vote. Yet this year, pre-election surveys show Harris running below those historical figures. If she does well on election night, there could be claims of ballot stuffing or vote-buying in African American and Latino precincts in key states. Her current performance below typical vote levels would be considered by her opponents as evidence of nefarious actions that benefitted her electorally. Since these precincts are likely to go Democratic, if leaders can throw out votes in those areas or cast doubt on the legitimacy of ballot totals, that could be enough in a crucial jurisdiction to move that state from Democrat to Republican.

Premature victory claims

In contested elections, candidates sometimes have political incentives to claim victory before there is independent and objective evidence of winning. Journalists and pundits should interpret those arguments as false claims designed to generate a political advantage. There should be no victory speeches taken seriously by anyone until there is actual evidence of triumph because that simply would be an effort to claim the moral high ground for coming legal and political battles.

What can be done about election night disinformation

To deal with what likely will be an avalanche of fake claims and accusations on election night and thereafter, there are several things we need to do over the next few weeks. Journalists, candidates, opinion leaders, and the general public need to be informed about the high probability of election night disinformation claims and specific ways the results are likely to be challenged. Opinion leaders should “pre-bunk” and “de-bunk” false claims about mail ballots, undocumented immigrant voters, vote-buying, ballot stuffing, vote tabulations, and victory claims.

Both parties will have large numbers of observers in key battleground states to make sure the electoral process operates fairly and openly. Any deviations from legal procedures by either side should be publicized based on factual evidence. In the absence of “facts” before vote counting is complete, pundits, reporters, and experts should refrain from unsubstantiated speculation that could lead to wild conspiracy theories or false narratives about what actually happened and who won.

People should anticipate it could be several days before the 2024 elections are resolved. There likely will be lots of litigation over disputed claims. Indeed, there were over 60 cases filed in 2020, but a review of the legal evidence in open courtrooms rejected the view that there was widespread ballot fraud and the election was stolen from Trump. If it turns out to be a very close election in 2024 as is expected right now, that uncertainty will spawn disinformation, and it will be the job of candidates, reporters, and judges to check the facts based on the legal evidence.

Although we likely will know the winner within several days of November 5, we should keep in mind that election results are not definitive until December 11 when states have to certify the election winners, December 17 when members of the Electoral College meet in their respective states, January 6 when Congress certifies state results, and January 20 when the next president is inaugurated. Based on the 2020 experience, each step of that certification process is important, and the winner will not be able to breathe a sigh of relief until all those steps are complete.

[softcyan]

Searching for new swimwear and man. Being fat and gender non-conforming really fucking sucks sometimes.

It is deeply frustrating how no clothing is made with me in mind. Plus size clothing is already extremely difficult to shop for, and so much of it is so aggressively gendered, bc fat folks are expected to hyperperform gender to make up for their fatness if they want to be treated like human beings, and are degendered and depersoned otherwise. The double whammy of being fat + gnc makes me feel completely invisible. Nothing fucking fits me.

I’ve never had a pair of swim trunks that have enough room for my ass and thighs or are the right size for my hips and waist. I always have to compromise somewhere. Bc men’s clothing manufacturers don’t make clothes with bodies like mine in mind.

The last time I bought a swim top was two summers ago at a boardwalk shop when I forgot my bathing suit at home. I got the biggest size they had in the store and it was still too small. The cups didn’t have enough space for me, and the underwire wasn’t broad enough. And my choices were either that or not going swimming at all, and god damn it, I want to go swimming in the ocean with my friends. So I wore it and was uncomfortable the whole time.

I got so excited when I saw @giantffa’s recent post about plus size swimwear, but the only options they have for swim tops are string bikinis. They just rest along the fold between the models’ boobs and belly, and don’t actually provide any support. Granted, I haven’t tried this brand, but in my experience, string bikinis give you terrible back & shoulder pain if you tie them tight enough to not instantly fall off your body as soon as you get in the water.

I’m sorry, but I’m just not looking to wear fabric scraps only suitable for lounging by a pool, not even for getting in it. I want to swim in the ocean! With waves! And splash my friends and play chicken without having to worry about a wardrobe malfunction! I want to go surfing and boogie boarding! And I can’t!! Because nothing fits both my style and my body!!

Maybe that’s entitled and I should shut up and get the stupid black one piece with ruffles, but fuck, am I not entitled to wear clothes that I feel good in? Like how thin and gender conforming people get to? Am I not entitled to have the same access to the water and feel comfortable and supported in clothes that fit me?

Don’t I get to go surfing, too?

[moonshynecybin]

Ok elaborate on the white water kayaking if you would like bc that’s incredible

this is. maybe the thing i think about most lol. NO idea how much people know about kayaking but uh. ask me!

so whitewater kayaking is interesting as a sport bc while there ARE major racing events (the green race!! the north fork championship!! go look them up they’re SICK) it is generally not a formalized racing series that culminates in a trophy like in motorsports. like there’s no seating for spectators even. you get to these races by hiking two hours through the woods and parking your ass on a rock by the river and hoping you don’t fall in bc you are BLASTED drunk. they’re big parties most of the time!

so while the best kayakers in the world DO compete in these things and win them, the sport is frankly more about doing sick stunts with your friends on beautiful rivers all over the world than like. cutthroat fanatical competition. which bezz (who HATED racing against people as a kid never wanted to fight on the track to go fast) would LOVEEEE imo. also literally it is bad practice to go boating alone you NEED a homie with you at all times that’s how you run shuttle that’s how you set safety that helps you scout rapids it is a homie-based activity!!! and bez loves his friends SOOOO bad and especially loves to do dumb life-threatening stuff with them. that’s what big water boating IS.

and it’s just. some aspects of the stuff happening at the ranch and the broader culture of whitewater is very similar in terms of vibes to meeeee. like the adrenaline addiction the injuries the constant threat of death the long hair the dumb tats the earrings the SAME fucking sunglasses kayakers get just cheaper ones. the energy drink sponsorships the going skiing 24/7 in the off-season…. that’s a fucking kayaker to me lol. i look at him and genuinely question why he is not in a dry suit bombing waterfalls in chile. #beater #steazy #booflife he’d love it so bad.

and i AM saving all of my narrative thoughts on bezz kayaking for a fic one day maybe. problem is i don’t know shit about the whitewater scene in italy so i’d have to make these boys like. appalachian. but i do know cele would have the world’s most atrocious rookie crush on hot trip leader bezz and when cele dump trucks a raft and has to do a swim beer out of his nasty bootie (whitewater has like. a reverse shoey system where you only do them if you fuck up) and bezz like, puts his big hand on the back of cele’s neck as he chugs this nasty beer (for maximum crazy this is bezz’s shoe bc cele is a rookie and didn’t want to shell out for the whitewater specific shoe and is wearing chacos) and cele has a small religious experience and flushes BRIGHT RED.

anyways if you want to check out some sick kayakers and are curious regarding the vibe i recommend following aniol serrasolses (catalan legend), nouria newman (badass. has yelled at my brother), and evy liebfarth (from my hometown!). liebfarth is going to the olympics this year in kayaking slalom which IS a formalized racing series but one that generally takes place on closed courses and such and is a small niche in the broader culture of the sport. still very cool and very hard to do. there is also dane jackson who is the arguable GOAT of the sport i just think he’s kind of swagless and one time he put my brother on youtube after he dislocated his shoulder when they were paddling the royal gorge like. cmon man. also his daddy owns a major kayaking manufacturer booooo. he does win the green race like literally every year which IS annoying. to me.

[stuffing-seattle]

Angie and Sasha Part 2:

Ever since Sasha’s night of ecstasy, that one mental image was burned into the back of her brain: Her midsection swollen with babies and food, practically lifting her off the ground as she rested on it like a bed. A tall, leather-clad woman stuffing food into her fat cow cheeks everytime she had a chance to breathe. Strangers walking up behind her, dropping their pants and using her at their pleasure, ensuring her cunt was always overflowing with cum and her womb was always manufacturing life.

It was like a curse. As soon as she had discovered this, she had been able to give herself the biggest, sheet-soaking orgasms of her life. And she still could, but each time, there was a little nibbling feeling left over. A feeling that grew in intensity everytime she indulged her dark fantasy. It started slowly. First she joined dating apps. At first it was good enough to tease the boys and the ghost then, masturbating to fantasies that would never be.

Then that wasn’t enough, so she kept them on the hook a little longer and engaged in light sexting to quell her carnal desires. This helped some, but the aching emptiness in her womb was still too much to ignore. That and the fact anytime Sasha would mention getting knocked up, her partner would ghost her immediately, even if it was only a fantasy. 6 months after D-day, Sasha joined her first fetish site. She was hesitant at first, but figured if she didn’t post pictures, she would be fine.

Once she created her blank profile, she found some solace in reading about other’s experiences and getting off to the pictures of other beautiful mommy’s to be. The satisfied her for a while, but once again that feeling grew. To try and combat it this time, she started posting her thoughts. How she wanted to be blown up with babies. How she wanted to be used like a farm animal. She dropped a few hints about her location because the thrill made it seem more real somehow.

That was when she got the DM. It was short and to the point. “If you are serious about wanting to be used, I’ll be in Green Cove on the 15th. I’ll be by the old dead tree in blue swim trunks. Come in your bathing suit and I’ll make sure you leave with a baby in your belly.”

Sasha snorted at the message initially. First off, it was the middle of Fall, and cold as shit outside. Who would go to the beach at a time like this? The longer she sat with it though…. The guy had to be a local. Green Cove was only thirty minutes from her and she knew exactly the tree he was talking about. She mulled it over in her head for a moment before clicking on his profile. What she saw made her drool. The guy behind the profile was muscular, tall, and sporting a 9 inch cock in most of his pictures.

She had dismissed the idea initially, but now her body was burning with baby fever. She looked at the calendar. The 15th was only a week away. She knew it was stupid, she knew it could never end well, but her body had already made her choice for her. She was going to that beach on the 15th.

The day finally rolled around and Sasha was practically shaking with anticipation and horniness. She put on the skimpiest bathing suit she had, and a long peacoat over that. As much as the idea of the general public seeing her half naked made her pussy drool, she just didn’t have the confidence to go all the way yet.

With everything on, she stepped out of her room… only to run directly into Angie. Angie eyed her up and down. “Where you headed?” She asked. Flustered, Sasha replied, “Uh nowhere. Out for a walk.” Angie eyed her suspiciously. “Awful shitty weather for a walk.” She was right it was cold and the sky was overcast.

“Ah you know… just need some fresh air.” Sasha said lamely. Angie was not satisfied but gave way anyway. “Whatever you say.” She shrugged and she disappeared into her room. Sasha breathed a sigh of relief and made her way to the beach.

Sasha pulled up and sat in her car for endless minutes. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to give up her virginity to some random guy on a beach? The burning in her belly and loins gave her all the answer she needed.

She stepped out and made her way onto the beach. She spotted him immediately, as the fallen tree wasn’t far from the beach entrance. Just as he said he was there, in his blue swimming trunks, sitting on beach towel listening no to music. Sasha looked around the rest of the beach and it was a ghost town. Figured for the weather. Before she could decide this was a bad idea, he waved to her. No going back now.

She made her way over to him. When she was close enough, he said, “You PrincessKittenX?” She nodded hesitantly and he broke into a grin. “Fucking finally. I thought you weren’t gonna show.” Without further ado here beckoned her to follow, and he took them around the other side of the fallen tree. “So I can watch for people.” He explained.

Sasha gulped down the knot in her throat. He looked her up and down. “I thought I told you to wear a bathing suit.” He said. Sasha unbuttoned her peacoat and let it drop to the sand. “That’s more like it.” He said, his eyes gleaming with hunger as if sizing up a juicy cut of meat. Sasha knew she should be afraid but FUCK was she turned on. He circled her, taking in every inch of her body. He gave her tiny tits a hard squeeze.

Goosebumps raced across her skin, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. “Dont know how you expect to feed babies with these.” He grumbled. “But I guess that’s your problem.” He circled to the back of her and ran his hands down the curve of her hips. She was briefly caught off guard by this show of affection before he punctuated it with a hard smack to her barely covered ass. This time she could do nothing to stifle a yelp and a moan. “Huge fuckin ass and hips though… at least you won’t have trouble blasting babies out.”

Sasha knew she should be humiliated by what he was saying. That she should maybe even slap him… but all she felt was an overwhelming need for him to take her right then and there. Her legs were trembling, but it’s was not from the brisk air. He looked at her expectantly, and she froze not knowing what to do.

“Fuck you act like you have never done this before.” He said. Sasha blushed but said nothing. “Hurry up.” He commanded. “Bend over.” Without hesitation, Sasha did as she was told. She stuck her fat ass into the air and braced her forearms on the dead tree in front of them. “At least you know how to take orders.” He mumbled, and she heard his bathing suit hit the ground behind her. His words were enough to light a fire in her womb.

She was practically shaking. She needed his cock, needed it ramming inside her. She needed her womb blown up with his seed and his bastards. She couldn’t take it anymore and she moaned a little. “You really need it bad, don’t you whore?” He asked. She could only whimper and wiggle her ass towards him in responses. He took a hold of her plush hips, and then slid her bikini bottoms to one side.

“Hope your pussy is a slutty as you are, because I’m diving right in.” It was, it fucking was. She was practically dripping already waiting for him. He slammed his cock into her all the way to the base on the first thrust. She gasped at the initial pain, but that was soon replaced with her desperate whimpers and moans each time his cock slammed into her. He was doing exactly as he had told her. He was not focusing on making her cum at all. He was enjoying her big fat ass and slamming her as hard and fast as he could to watch her ass wobble and jiggle underneath him. He was not making love to her, he was not even fucking her. He was just animalistically breeding her. Shoving his cock as far into her with each thrust to ensure he was as close to her womb as possible when he finally released.

Her finger nails dug into the soft wood, and she could swear she was seeing stars and starbursts of color in her vision as the pain and pleasure mixed into an indescribable swirl of ecstasy. It was not long before he leaned forward and growled, “I’m about to cum. You ready for my babies, bitch?” Sasha wanted to scream “YES FUCK ME YES, MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!” But she was too lost in the moment. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back towards him. “I asked if you are ready to be a mommy he hissed into her ear.”

“Yes!” She moaned. “Make me a big fat mommy.” He obliged and slammed into her as deep as he could get. She felt his cock twitch and spasm inside of her, followed by a slow, spreading warmth that seemed to burn into her whole being. She whined a little. She was so close to cumming but was just shy of it. She wanted to ask for more cock and more babies, but she knew he wasn’t there for that. Instead, she slumped forward onto the tree, and his cock slipped out of her with an audible *pop*.

She heard his shorts being lifted back up. He put a strong hand on her now blown out ass and took a big handful of it. He moved her ample cheek to one side to admire his work. Her tight little cunt was already overflowing with his thick white cum. She could feel the warm trail starting to ooze down her thighs.“Good girl. You’ll make a really good mommy.” With that he gave her ass another hard smack and said, “Enjoy all your new little bastards.”

As soon as his hand made contact with her was the last thing she needed. She moaned loudly, and her whole body stared to spasm. Her knees shook, and the power and suddenness of her orgasm over took her so fully, that after a few seconds, she felt a second, stronger stream of warmth join his cum trailing down her legs, darkening the sand beneath her. *Piss? Or squirt?* Were the hazy thoughts that filtered through her brain. She didn’t know, and didn’t care too much either.

He saw this and only laughed at her. “You really are a dirty whore huh?” She could only loll her in an approximation of a nod. “Well, I had fun. I’ll text you the next time I need a cum dump. And if it takes, keep me in the loop. I want to fuck you when you are all swollen with babies.” With that, his business was concluded. He made his way back down the beach, without looking back at her. Sasha was left with her ass in the air and absolutely soiled…. And she loved it. God she fucking loved it and wished there were five more guys lined up behind her. She remained in her position for a few more minutes as if it would beckon new strangers.

When it didn’t, she reluctantly picked up her coat, fastened it, and limped back to her car.

[linisiane]

Been thinking about a Modern!Babel AU centered around colleges aimed around Silicon Valley

Immigrant kids being funneled into CS because it’s the field where the money is (linguistics? Where’s the money in that? You want to starve?).

International students coming to America because all the Big Programming Languages and their documentation are in English, because translations of documentation is to err and to betray, because English is the programming lingua franca, because if you don’t know English then you’ll be “trailing edge.” Source

“As an American and native English-speaker myself, I have previously been reluctant to suggest this, lest it be taken as a sort of cultural imperialism. But several native speakers of other languages have urged me to point out that English is the working language of the hacker culture and the Internet, and that you will need to know it to function in the hacker community.” Source

So they come to America to improve their English because you have to be fluent to be taken seriously. Or maybe they’re born in America and can feel the rot of their native tongue as they grow up, even as they learn more and more programming languages.

Java, C++, Ruby, XML, Python, Swift, PHP, etc.

It’s funny, but programmers, even as they’ve decided on English as the one true language, they create more and more programming languages to suit their needs/problem solving efficiency:

Source

[ID: XKCD comic that is titled "How Standards Proliferate (See: A/C chargers, character encodings, instant messaging, etc.)" It reads,

Situation: There are 14 competing standards. Cueball (stick figure): 14?! Ridiculous! We need to develop one universal standard that covers everyone's use cases. Ponytail (other stick figure): Yeah! Soon: Situation: There are 15 competing standards.

End ID]

(transcript taken from the ExplainXKCD wiki)

And of course, the students from countries on the Indian subcontinent are acutely aware of the unbalanced nature of the work they do, the way they’re expected to do export IT work, despite the digital divide in India, Bengal, Pakistan, etc. Especially since it’s a sign of being well-educated (wealthy) to speak English fluently thanks to the history of British Imperialism on the subcontinent.

Chinese IT students sink or swim thanks Mandarin monolinguism making it difficult to learn English. Americans programmers struggle not to link choppy English with choppy code, even while being monolingual themselves!

Not to mention the heavy sexism in the IT field! Female programmers taking on nicknames on emails and resumes to pretend to be men, so they’ll be taken seriously. Despite the history of women like Ada Lovelace being foundational to computers.

And of course we gotta bring up the ethics of AI, how it’s a march towards the inevitable that only Luddites would oppose. Despite the millions who’d lose their jobs once implemented into the workplace.

Commercial transportation sector lost to self-driving cars.

Digital artists lost to DALL-E.

Manufacturers automated.

But can’t they tell that progress is inevitable? That this is the future and to try to stop it is foolish?

As Anand Giridharadas put it in Winners Take All:

“In [Silicon] Valley, prediction has become a popular way of fighting for a particular future while claiming merely to be describing what has yet to occur”

Elon Musk is a genius. Bill Gates is so charitable. Bezos is customer obsessed, and they’re the future, don’t you see? Infinite growth forever and ever.

Tower of Babel? Valley of Silicon.

Unfortunately I suck at STEM, and I’m an uncultured Asian American, so I don’t know programming languages well, nor do I know enough about other cultures to do Ramy, Victoire, Robin, or Letty justice. Just the bare bones to see the structure of this AU and put it out in the world to see if anybody would like to play with it or add on.

[swimwearbali]

[minie-mastermind]

Earth 3 Gold Star

Trixie Collins was the Secretary for Blackguard Inc. The small corporation ran by the Crime Syndicate member Black Beetle. Working public relations for a literal super villain didn't leave much time for anything but work, but that only meant she had more opportunities to endear herself to the boss. She knew about people being made and given powers in the Crime Syndicate, she saw him as her meal ticket to real power. He's so her as a girl in over her head and was just going to toy with her while he watched her sink or swim. After a while a relationship did form and after she saved his life she did get made after using the event as blackmail. She was given a power suit that was once used by Stalwart Richard Hertz who worked for the The 101, after multiple modifications by Jack Soo she dawned it and became Black Beatle's sidekick Black Guardian. Overtime and effort on her part to rise in the ranks of the crime syndicate she ended up running a club in Cetropolis under Ultraman, officially separating herself from black beetle due to his international and temporal adventures keeping him away from the company months at a time.

The second Black Guardian Michelle Carter the sister of Michael Jon Carter the Black Beatles. She had been one of the remaining Blackstar in the future, her brother's actions leaving a black spot on the family's legacy and her own. The Blackstars gave her an opportunity to capture her brother, most time travel attempts were suicide thanks to Rip Hunter the time shredder. So she knew she may not survive, but still volunteered to have a chance at vengeance against her brother. Gifted the Black Guardian armor from her present to try and infiltrate Black Beatle's organization in the past and to give her enough firepower to defeat him. She travelled back, surviving a confrontation with Rip Hunter through sheer luck that did not carry on through to fighting her brother. After her loss Trixie Collins was halted silently from moving up any further in the ranks due to the risk of her being replaced and them infiltrated. She joined the modern day Justice Underground along with the 101 remnants using her future technology to aid their fight. Fully expecting them to return the favor one day to bring down her brother.

(As a final note, Blackguard Inc. was not only made for money but also to annoying and undercut his counter part in the Crime Syndicate Scarlet Scarab's company Kord Industries. Primarily they manufacture bullets, kevlar vest & a cereal called Beetle Bites that led to multiple sponsorships and a few silenced lawsuits.)

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[wjbs-bonkle-au]

Thinking about Human AU stuff; namely, clothes.

Basically, manufactured Toa (e.g Helryx or the Mata) have specially-designed outfits (although the Mata's have degraded by the time they've reached Mata Nui, so they wear outfits designed by their respective villages' Matoran with added armour built by the Toa themselves), whereas transformed Toa (e.g the Metru and Mahri) have more-impressive versions of whatever they were wearing when they changed from Matoran to Toa.

List of ideas for the main 3 Toa Teams below.

Mata

Tahu - Hauberk (pun not intended) under a red breastplate with the Ta-Koro emblem on it, along with chainmail trousers with metal plating, a pair of armoured boots, and a back-mounted sheath for his sword.

Gali - Chest-wrap made of dried seaweed and a pair of simple cloth shorts, worn underneath armour made from the blue shells of local crustaceans, the largest of which has the Ga-Koro symbol painted onto it.

Onua - Loose trousers tied at the waist and ankles, with angular vambraces made of black stone with the Onu Koro emblem carved into them.

Lewa - Tunic made of leaves with light armour-plating made of wood, with the Le-Koro emblem painted on the right shoulder.

Pohatu - Rough shorts with polished stone kneepads, the right one of which has the Po-Koro emblem carved into it; the Foot Extensions take the form of bulky boots, with the toe made of thick metal.

Kopaka - fur-trimmed armour with a large cloak that has the Ko-Koro emblem on the back, and a hip-slung sheath for his sword; also an articulated triple-lens eyepiece.

Their Nuva forms all have near-identical silver armour (albeit modified to fit their respective body-types), but with elements of their Mata outfits incorporated into the unarmoured parts. The Adaptive Armour is worn in place of their standard Nuva armour, and basically just looks like more "solid" versions of their '08 designs.

Metru

Vakama - Dark-red tabard with glowing yellow trim over an orange shirt, along with black trousers, dark-grey workboots and high-tech red gauntlets; originally the apron, shirt and gloves that he wore as a Mask-Maker.

Nokama - I don't actually have an idea for this; originally her Teacher uniform.

Whenua - Large, black cloak, with a suit of high-tech grey armour underneath with green trim; originally his Archivist robes and protective gear.

Matau - A sleek green-and-grey jumpsuit, with red glowing magnetic disks on the shoulders to store his Aero Slicers; originally his Test-Driver jumpsuit.

Onewa - A high-tech helmet, armoured vest and kneepads with glowing blue trim, over a dark-grey jumpsuit; originally the protective gear from his job as a Carver.

Nuju - Long, flowing white coat with a glowing cyan trim, worn with a black shirt, grey flared trousers, black dress-shoes and a glowing cyan eyepiece; originally his outfit from when he was a Scholar.

Mahri

Jaller - Essentially a heavily-armoured diving-suit, with a crab-shaped chestplate; originally his Ta-Metru Guard uniform.

Hahli - Somewhere between a Victorian-era Standard Diving Dress and a more modern diving-suit, with mechanical, collapsible "wings" on the back; originally her normal clothes.

Nuparu - A sleek-looking armoured wetsuit with a rebreather and goggles; originally the outfit he wore while building and testing his inventions.

Kongu - a bulky, futuristic diving-suit with a large headlamp on the back of the helmet; originally his pilot gear.

Hewkii - Pretty much just high-tech swimming-trunks with spiked kneepads, as well as a bulky gauntlet on his right arm, and a rebreather-mask; originally his sports gear.

Matoro - Basically the same as Nuju's, but more suitable for the ocean; originally a spare Scholar uniform.

Similar to the Toa Nuva, their Inika forms have very similar armour to each-other, but incorporating elements of the clothes they were wearing when they managed to leave Karzahni. After becoming the Mahri, their outfits turn into what they'd have looked like if their transformation had occurred under normal circumstances, similar to how the Metru's clothes work, albeit modified by Nuparu to become more viable underwater. Also, after moving from Mata Nui to Metru Nui, they replaced most of the clothes they wore on Mata Nui with aesthetically-similar ones that better matched the city's retrofuturistic/Solarpunk aesthetic.

[tompettyofficial]

Plz write anything about Benmont

This has taken me a completely ridiculous amount of time to get back to, but I think I've maybe finally got something for you! Sorry for the dumb wait. Here goes!

Ben, professional pool cryptid:

Outside Tom's window the sun was making a point of aiming directly for his eyes. Despite the efforts of the fan, the summer heat was growing practically unbearable. Of course, the pants didn't help, but he refused to switch to shorts no matter what the temperature. And so, he decided to take the only course of action left -- swimming. 

Grabbing a cold drink from the fridge, Tom went out to the pool to finally find some relief from the heat. The open umbrella was expected -- he could never remember to close it when he left the backyard. So was the towel left out from the last time he went swimming. What Tom didn't expect was the man sat under said umbrella and atop said towel. 

"Ben what the hell are you doing in my backyard?" Tom asked. Dressed head-to-toe in black, with a sharp but weather-inappropriate suit and pair of sunglasses was Ben, seemingly enjoying the day in Tom's backyard. 

"Oh, I just let myself in y'know," Ben answered with a shrug, "When duty calls et cetera." He seemed to be unbothered by the peculiar situation. Turning to the side he leaned over on the chair, and when he sat back up he held out two glasses of lemonade. One for himself and one for Tom, which he held out towards his friend. It was unclear where they came from, but Tom knew they weren't from inside his house.

"Ah, thanks," Tom said as he accepted the lemonade, putting his other drink down, "So, uh, what duty might that be?"

Ben took off his shades and folded them closed, "Well Tom, when you get to be my age you find some things are never the same. You get me?"

Tom shook his head.

"Messages are never read the way they're written, y'know." Ben explained, "Whoever is the author, well, he may have one idea. But the reader -- that's uncharted territory. See, who knows what ink is made of anyways?"

"I guess the manufacturers maybe," Tom nodded, not following whatsoever, "But, uh, how'd you get in?"

At this Ben smiled and stood up, "We go where the ink takes us, man. I mean, could you refuse the almighty author? And I don't mean god, man, just think about it."

Tom always seemed to end up doing a lot of thinking after talking to Ben...