#the suicide announcement post was scheduled

[yippie-madness]

do i play the o so fun game of Risking Getting Sent to The Psychward Again or play it safe and say im the same amount of insane and suicidal and all that?

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

unsurprisingly, the UK government has announced a permanent ban on puberty blockers (specifically for transgender children, cis kids can still access them) scheduled for 2025. also unsurprisingly, I doubt I will say many, if any, posts about this on my dash. but I thought I would mention it as a trans person who lives in the UK and cannot leave

before the current 'emergency' ban, there were fewer than 100 children on puberty blockers in the UK. and yet, whistleblowers from within the NHS have noted the extreme rise in suicide rates among trans youth since the ban was enacted.

my message is this: if you are trans you have to stay alive. we will always exist. we will always be here. and we are not standing by to watch them kill us. We Are Everywhere.

[the-afterparty-au]

[✨*ABOUT✨]

The Afterparty AU is briefly summarized as taking place in a party within the void, lasting forever after a genocide route that was never undone. After many months of nothing but wind, our first fallen human realized the world was not going to be reverted by the player, and they stayed true to their word of Erasure. Chara however, simply getting bored decides to play a game framed as a experiment & brings back all the monsters you failed to befriend in a Genocide route back for a encore. Allowing everyone to reside in the void, a space between files & between deltarune and UNDERTALE. The amount of monsters that are happy about this is uncertain, but all of them are certainly questioning literally everything that brought them here.  (Lightly Inspired by these fanworks so, Thanks to @garbagechocolate, @djsmell & @jazze-bee for accidentally inspiring me to make a whole AU)

By; Modphys (They/them) (Main Blog & Art Blog: @kates-cave & @ryzies-ralley)  Modtaton (He/they) (Main Blog + Art Blog: @spiltmilk34 & @spoiledcheese34 | Instagram ) Papymod (She/they/he) (Main Blog + Art Blog: @theartistthatcantraw & @fail3dexp3rim3nt) Also thanking this for the text boxes haha

[*TAGS]

#ModAlphys🍍 #ModMTT🦝 #ModPapy💀 - Content from specific Mods

#OutOfVoid - General out of character posts/Asks/Announcements Etc.

#PostsFortheVoid Reblogs of any Fanart or random posts I/we might reblog

#PostsOfTheVoid Extra Content asks lore etc. not relevant to the actual plot Or announcements

#TheAfterPartyAU In universe & Main Story posts

#AskAfterparty is any asks in character

#ModsQ&A, Any Asks directly for the mods + #ModsArt is any Art Directly from the mods (not counting story)

[📋*RULES 📋]

[*Current AU Status: Active]

- No SERIOUS NSFW media. Swearing and certain (Chara Frisk & Flowey are all children) jokes are allowed but actual sexually explicit content & HARD GORE is prohibited. Plus the mods are minors 

- Harassment towards me, Or anyone of Any group, will not be tolerated

- Repeat asks will probably be ignored, sorry.

- Please Be patient, This blog does not have a schedule & updates come out when they’re ready (aim for at least 2 weeks) 

- No Magic!Anon please, While this story is a bit aimless it’s still there, plus Keep Roleplaying limited maybe. Makes my life easier.

- Technically not a hard rule but If you’re asking & have an ask blog I recommend you add your @, Love seeing other AU/Blog’s Out there in the wild!! Doesn't matter the fandom either :D 

- Probably will close the ask box if it gets too full, might cap it at 20 0r 25.

* Have funnnnn. =)

[*⚠️ *WARNINGS ⚠️]

This AU is estimated to be 15+  

While I don't plan to include shipping, it might sneak its way in here, who knows.

Swearing in Asks Is allowed plus the mod swears. (Steer clear of slurs, even if you can reclaim them.)

Scarring, Blood, Death, themes of unreality trauma & gore is around, Everyone was brought back from the dead. Additional CW for mentions Genocide considering this au is after one. 

potential mentions (& possible depictions) of suicide & Self harm, Fratricide, Mind Control (Possible Manipulation), & Divorce.

While this aims to be (kind of) joke au, General CW for potential disturbing content is out there. 

Feel Free the DM With any warnings I missed & should include

[*ACT - ASK] - ASK BOX STATUS [OPEN]

*Chara - 💔 *Frisk - ♥️ *Toriel - 🔥 *Papyrus - 💀 *Mad Mewsy - 💢 *The Undying - 🦈 *Muffet - 🕷️ *Mettaton NEO -  👾 *Sans - 🦴 *Asgore - 🔱 *Flowey 🌻

 DNI LIST

Homophobes, Terfs, LGBTQIA+Phobic, Racists, Xenophobes, Pro shippers, Anti-Anti's, Misogynists', Cancel Culture & Cringe Culture, NSFW/18+Blogs, Abelists, Zoophiles, Anti Semitism, Hate speech, MAPS/Pedos, Discourse Blogs, AI supprters, Y’know the basic DNI criteria stuff  (Just don't be a dick man this feels dumb to make.)

[*LINKS – 📎]

Beginning - N/A

Arcs  - N/A

Character Sheets - N/A

Most Recent - N/A 

[emilykaldwen]

THE MAIDEN AND THE DROWNING BOY is a House of the Dragon canon divergent fix-it trilogy with a HEA. Meshing both show and book canon, the story asks the question: How do you stop the cycles of abuse and generational trauma? In this universe, Aegon marries the youngest daughter of Lyonel Strong, the Lady Abrogail, who has grown up alongside him and his siblings. The story begins with the run up to their marriage in 125 AC, and follows Aegon and Abrogail as they figure out who they are and who they are together in the Riverlands, along with Aemond and Helaena in King's Landing, and to the dawn of the Dance of Dragons. Except the ending of the song is different this time.

pairings: aegon ii targaryen x oc, eventual jacaerys x helaena, other canon ships mentioned, other pairings to be announced warnings: suicidal ideation, sexual shame and purity pushing, canon typical violence, canon typical attitudes, unpacking of previously stated sexual shame/purity for both male and female characters

This is not an anti/pro team black or green fic. I continue to do my best to approach all sides with nuance. There will be no bashing, nor will I accept any in the comments.

[this fic series will have three separate parts and maintains an 'at least once a month' posting schedule (due to life reasons)]

No Tag List. Follow @emkald-fic and turn on post notifications or subscribe on AO3.

Tumblr: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty-One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Twenty-Four | Twenty-Five

AO3: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty-One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Twenty-Four | Twenty-Five

AO3

Wattpad (for those who prefer to read there. Updates are not matched to AO3)

Fic Tag

Ship Tag

Abrogail Tag

Spoiler Free Family Tree

Timeline of Events (please note the adjusted ages from the source material)

Abrogail Epithet Gif Set

Arc One Promo Set

Aegon and Abby - A Soft Evening Commission by @winterofherdiscontent

Aegon and Abby - A Lazy Morning by @debustee

Abrogail Commission by @astarionbae

Fanart/Content by others - If you made something for this fic, please @ me and tag #useremka

Abrogail Fanart by @selfproclaimedunicorn

Abrogail Fanart by @murmel-malt

Sunlight Gif Set by @dragonsbone

Vampire!Abby x Aegon fanart by @murmel-malt

Aegon and Abby Dancing by @murmel-malt

Abby Moodboard by @rainwingmarvel7

Abby Dress designs by @chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct

Abby Portrait commissioned by a follower and art by @shripscapi

Aegon and Abby as Eros and Psyche by @murmel-malt

Transformative Works Policy below the cut

Transformative Works Policy: I do not give my permission to have this work put into generative AI or cross-posted somewhere else under your name. If you are looking to translate my work, please contact me first. Translations are ONLY allowed on AO3 following their translation policy, or Ficbook. Podfic is also allowed as long as I am contacted first to discuss.

As of right now, @vampire-exgirlfriend, @selfproclaimedunicorn, @darkwolf76, and @queen--kenobi only have permission to utilize Abrogail Strong in their works. If you want to write something inspired by or utilize my OCs in any way, please reach out to me first.

[mariacallous]

The anti-Israel student coalition at Columbia University was booted from Instagram on Monday, the latest pro-Palestinian activist organization in New York to have a social media account banned.

Columbia University Apartheid Divest, the consortium of dozens of student groups that took a leading role in the encampment protest last spring, was removed from the platform after posting plans on Saturday for a protest that included an image of a figure holding a Molotov cocktail. The account had more than 40,000 followers.

The protest, which was scheduled for Monday, was to focus on Barnard College, the women’s college associated with Columbia. A later announcement from the protesters said the rally was taking place off campus.

“Barnard will be the first domino to fall — an instrumental piece in toppling the entire university,” the post said.

The protest announcement included photos apparently of university trustees, saying they were “enemies,” “murderers,” and “violently genocidal zionists,” and included inverted black triangles on a red background. Red inverted triangles, which Hamas uses to mark its targets in propaganda videos, have been adopted as a protest symbol by anti-Israel activists.

“Trustees are not untouchable, and now we know their names,” the post said.

Barnard restricted access to campus on Monday to those with valid IDs and implemented other security measures “due to active concerns for violence on Barnard’s campus,” university president Laura Ann Rosenbury said in a message to the campus community sent out on Sunday.

“Inflammatory posts with violent imagery and specific calls for action against the Barnard College community have been circulating on social media,” Rosenbury said in the message, which the university shared with the New York Jewish Week. “Any statements that advocate for violence or harm, including the destruction of property, are a direct violation of our code of conduct and are antithetical to the core principles and mission of Barnard.”

Columbia University Apartheid Divest is an alliance of student groups led by the campus chapters of Students for Justice in Palestine and the anti-Zionist Jewish Voice for Peace, which have been banned from campus for violating protest rules.

The encampment, which CUAD co-organized, sparked a nationwide student movement, and at Columbia it culminated in the forcible takeover of a campus building and dozens of arrests. The campus pro-Palestinian protests have drawn extensive scrutiny from members of Congress, who released a 300-page report on Columbia and other universities in November.

The protests have not been as disruptive this year, but the activists’ rhetoric has escalated. In October, CUAD put out a statement openly endorsing violence and armed resistance “by any means necessary.” 

Last week, protesters at Columbia distributed a newsletter on campus called the “Columbia Intifada” that argued against Israel’s right to exist. The Second Intifada was a violent Palestinian uprising against Israel two decades ago that included waves of suicide bombings and killed an estimated 1,000 Israelis. 

Columbia University Apartheid Divest said on Monday that the suspension was “targeted suppression” meant to “erase Palestine and its movement for liberation” in a statement sent out on the Telegram messaging app.

Other anti-Israel groups in the city have been banned from Instagram since the Oct. 7, 2023, Hamas invasion of Israel, which launched Israel’s ongoing multi-front war, mass protests and a wave of antisemitic hate crimes in New York. 

Within Our Lifetime, a hardline group that is perhaps the most visible anti-Israel activist organization in the city, was removed from Instagram in February for violating the platform’s “dangerous organizations and individuals policy.” Within Our Lifetime has worked with Columbia student protesters, including on an unsanctioned event last year that featured members of the activist group Samidoun — which the federal government later took action against because it raises money for a Palestinian terror group. 

Columbia’s chapter of Students for Justice in Palestine was banned from Instagram months later, and days after that, the People’s Solidarity Coalition at New York University, an anti-Israel coalition, was suspended.

Meta, the parent company of Instagram, did not respond to a request for comment on Monday.

[offender42085]

Post 1154

Jeffrey Conroy, New York inmate 10A2652, born 1991, incarceration intake May 2010 at age 19, scheduled for parole consideration April 2030, with full release November 2033

Manslaughter, Gang Assault, Conspiracy, Attempted Assault as a Hate Crime

In May 2010, the white Long Island teenager convicted of killing a Hispanic immigrant in a 2008 hate crime attack in Patchogue was sentenced to 25 years in prison in a hearing that ended with the teenager’s father leaving the courtroom in a tearful rage.

The teenager, Jeffrey Conroy, then 19, stood next to his lawyer in State Supreme Court as Justice Robert W. Doyle told a courtroom filled with relatives, friends and supporters of both Mr. Conroy and the immigrant, Marcelo Lucero, that the proof of Mr. Conroy’s guilt was “overwhelming” and that he was convicted of “senseless and brutal crimes.”

The 25-year sentence was the longest possible for first-degree manslaughter as a hate crime, the most serious charge Mr. Conroy faced. Moments after the judge spoke, Mr. Conroy’s father, Robert Conroy, 49, a quiet presence in the courtroom during the nearly seven-week trial, stood up and, cursing, shouted that his son was only 17 at the time.

“This is mercy, for crying out loud?” he yelled from the back of the courtroom as he made his way outside surrounded by court officers, who restrained him briefly after he punched the doors or a wall.

Mr. Conroy was found guilty on April 19, 2010 of attacking Mr. Lucero in a train station parking lot in November 2008, one of a series of assaults that prosecutors said Mr. Conroy and six friends carried out as part of an activity that the young men described as “beaner-hopping” or “Mexican-hopping.”

Shortly before the sentencing was announced, Jeffrey Conroy seemed to apologize as he faced the judge. “I’m really sorry for what happened to Mr. Lucero,” he said, adding that every day he wished it never happened.

The defense lawyer, William Keahon, read aloud several of the nearly 100 letters that had been sent to the court from Mr. Conroy’s supporters — coaches, neighbors, and adult and teenage friends who asked for leniency. The letters described Mr. Conroy not as hate filled, but as someone who served as a volunteer mentor and coach to football and lacrosse players.

The letters also noted how Mr. Conroy had numerous Hispanic friends, including the woman he has said he plans to marry, Pamela Suarez, who is Bolivian.

But those sentiments were countered by the emotional words of the victim’s brother and sister.

Mr. Lucero’s younger brother, Joselo Lucero, 35, said that his brother became his role model and father figure after their father died when Joselo was 6. His brother’s death left him distraught, with nightmares and even thoughts of suicide, he said.

He spoke of justice for “the invisibles,” whom he described as the legal and illegal immigrants who come to the United States seeking a better life. “I don’t want this hate to continue,” he said.

Mr. Lucero, 37, a worker at a dry cleaning shop who had come from Gualaceo, Ecuador, was walking with a friend to another friend’s house on the night of the attack. They were surrounded by the seven young men, all students at Patchogue-Medford High School at the time, the authorities said.

After deliberating for four days, a jury found Mr. Conroy guilty of first-degree manslaughter as a hate crime and other charges, in connection with Mr. Lucero’s death. He was also found guilty of attempted assaults on three other Hispanic men. On the manslaughter charge, Mr. Conroy faced a minimum of 8 years and a maximum of 25 years.

Mr. Conroy received the maximum sentence on all the charges against him, but because the sentences are to run concurrently, and because he has already served nearly two years and will receive credit for good behavior, he could actually serve 18 years, his lawyer said.

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[deancasbigbang]

Title: Blood of the Lamb

Author: shatteredafteryou

Artist: ImpMakesArt

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Cas, brief Dean/Cassie, brief Dean/Anna, past Dean/Male OC (very PG), mentioned Dean/Lisa, mentioned Sam/Ruby

Length: 60000

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Canon typical violence, suicidal ideation, mental health issues, alcoholism, mentioned child abuse, (internalised) homophobia

Tags: angst with a happy ending, coming out, canon-divergent

Posting Date: November 7, 2023

Summary: Dean has never had a space, he could just be himself until one summer in Missouri where he meets Cassie who takes him under her wing. For a few short months he can express himself the way he wants to and experiences what a normal life could look like. When he reunites with his family he has to reconcile this with the version he is with them and face the problems he's ignored before, all while there is an apocalypse underway. A certain angel showing up might just be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

(A Dean-centric retelling of S1-5).

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

Excerpt: Twenty-six is the year a lot of things change for Dean. He has to meticulously redo Baby’s paint job twice; once because some idiot scratches it while it’s parked on a side road in Chicago and once because the paint cracks as the car gets sent straight into a telephone pole by a vengeful spirit. Destiny’s Child announce their split and it makes him think of Cassie, dancing to their hits in her underwear. It’s the year he sneaks into a western and sees two cowboys kiss on screen and Dean thinks about leaving after that, but he doesn’t, instead crying into his popcorn in the back row.

Twenty-six is the year Dean does not get a text message from John for a couple of days after he left for a hunt and that miraculously and inexplicably, leads to getting Sam back.

Working with Sam is like clockwork. When they hunt together, they move as one, their steps synchronized by years of bone-deep practice, their looks expressive in a way they usually are not. Even after years apart, they fall back into their rhythm. Whatever happens on a hunt the wheels keep on turning.

Outside of it, is a whole different story.

[lelsiemeyers]

one thing that's always slightly confused me about hello charlotte is vincent/c's death. or more accurately his suicide

(more under the cut for speculation n stuff cause this post got way bigger than I realized)

charles says, in game, that after vincent fell off the building he called the ambulance and "ran, ran, ran away" which i can assume means the ambulance came, found and identified vincent, and contacted his family. theres no mention of a funeral(reasonably so because charles would have no clue if there was one) and also no mention of if theres an announcement of his death. because, remember, vincent was a decently popular writer & creator with a probably pretty large fanbase and following.

so was his suicide just announced on his ao3? did his parents go through his account and read the things he published/the things he didn't get to? did they read his messages to charles? did they tell his dedicated followers on ao3 that he committed suicide before even finishing his passion project?

imagine being a fan of this ao3 writer guy. you wait patiently for a new chapter of his most popular story for a couple weeks(assuming he had a schedule). a new chapter comes out. you excitedly go to read it. it's a goddamn announcement of the author's suicide like😭😭

theres also a possibility vincent just like. posted a chapter saying he was going to kill himself and left it at that so no post death chapter would have been made by anyone else. but idk if he wouldve done that because in the game it seemed like charles was the ONLY person he told it to. the player wouldve heard, from charles narration, that a suicide announcement was made because that seems pretty important to the story???

[black-arcana]

BUTCHER BABIES Part Ways With Singer CARLA HARVEY

BUTCHER BABIES have parted ways with singer Carla Harvey.

The band announced Harvey's exit in a social media post earlier today (Saturday, July 20). BUTCHER BABIES wrote: "As you may have already guessed, it is confirmed that Carla Harvey and BUTCHER BABIES have officially parted ways.

"Carla has been an integral part of our journey, bringing her unique talent, passion, and energy to the band. We are grateful for the incredible memories we've made together and the impact she has had on our music and our fans. We will miss her greatly and we wish her all the best in her future endeavors.

"We deeply appreciate your support over the past 15 years," BUTCHER BABIES added. "We feel incredibly fortunate to keep making and playing music as our career, and we are excited for this new era of BUTCHER BABIES!

"See you on the road."

Carla added in a separate post: "Over the last 6 months You may have noticed my absence from BUTCHER BABIES posts. After 15 years of dedication, I wanted to let you know that I will not be rejoining the band for any future endeavors.

"I am super proud of my work with BUTCHER BABIES…2 EPS, 5 Full lengths albums and countless tours with our metal heroes! To all of our incredible BUTCHER BABIES friends and fans…you have provided me with some of the greatest experiences of my life! I have loved every second of writing and performing all over the world for you! I have loved meeting you. WOW. I still can't believe this kid from Detroit got so lucky.

"I am not done making music and performing. I WILL see you soon".

Last fall, BUTCHER BABIES completed a European tour without Carla, who sat out the trek in order to undergo emergency surgery on her left eye.

Harvey shared the news of her absence from the tour on October 26, 2023 in a social media post. The 47-year-old singer, who co-founded BUTCHER BABIES in 2010 with fellow vocalist Heidi Shepherd, posted a photo of her performing with her bandmates, and she included the following message: "Here's a picture of a girl in her happy place; unfortunately i won't be in that happy place on the upcoming @butcherbabies Euro run. Love you all but i have to sit this one out!

"I have a history of problematic vision and I had to have a major surgery about 10 years ago in my right eye for a retinal detachment. On our summer tour the telltale symptoms repeated themselves in my left eye. I've been hoping to avoid major surgery but it is clear that it must be done. My emergency surgery will include a healing process of laying face down for a number of days with a gas bubble in my eye."

Carla added: "This is the first time in fifteen years i won't be able to join my friends on stage but right now my health and sight take precedence for me. While I am gutted that I cannot make the tour the risk of me waiting till after a tour to do such a surgery is too great and includes permanent vision loss. The beauty of having two vocalists is that Heidi can cover for me until i'm better!

"Hoping to make it out for part of this euro run…go to the shows, have a blast and support my bandmates for me! I'll see you soon!"

In the comments section, Shepherd voiced her support for her then-bandmate, writing: "Sending all the love and healing. We'll hold down the fort while you heal. We need those beautiful eyes to work!!! Love you!"

BUTCHER BABIES are scheduled to kick off a three-week European tour on July 27 at the Stonehenge festival in The Netherlands.

This past January, Harvey and ANTHRAX and PANTERA drummer Charlie Benante announced that they were officially engaged.

BUTCHER BABIES released a double album "Eye For An Eye…" and "…'Til The World's Blind", in July 2023. The double album celebrates the tenth anniversary of BUTCHER BABIES' critically acclaimed debut, "Goliath", released on July 9, 2013 via Century Media Records.

BUTCHER BABIES' previous album, 2017's "Lilith" was produced by Steve Evetts (THE DILLINGER ESCAPE PLAN, SEPULTURA, SUICIDE SILENCE) and marked the band's recording debut with drummer Chase Brickenden, who replaced Chris Warner in 2016.

In July 2019, longtime BUTCHER BABIES bassist Jason Klein announced his departure from the band. He has since been replaced by Ricky Bonazza.

[all-by-myself98]

Good evening!

We've pause your regularly scheduled programming to say that this fanfic blog is making a comeback...

Besties I'm aware that it's been like a couple years(???) since I've posted any oneshots or any kind of writing on this blog but listen in the wise words of the fanfic writers before me, my life has been crazy.

But I'm coming back! And I would love your help with getting started again! I already have some ways of getting myself started with ideas, but I would love your ideas too! Whether they're oneshots, headcanons, or just random ramblings that you want my thoughts on, I'm ready for it all and my ask box is looking mighty tempting, isn't it?

As I said before, I am open to oneshot requests and/or headcanon requests. Depending on how a oneshot is progressing, it may turn into a limited series, but that's just going to be based off of how much ideas I can wring out of one wet rag.

I am open to any of the Big Three: fluff, angst, and smut!

This also of course means...

NO MINORS INTERACTING WITH MY WORK, PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!! MDNI!!!

If you are a minor and you attempt to skirt around this rule and I find out, I'm literally wasting no time in adding you to my very empty blocked list. So maybe just don't try it?

Fandoms and characters I will write for:

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (141 squad + König, Graves, Nikolai, Alex, Farah, & Laswell)

Marvel/MCU (the Moon Knight system, Layla El-Faouly, any member of Defenders including Frank Castle, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Logan Howlett, Victor Creed, Laura Kinney, Valkyrie)

DC (any members of batfam, Aquafam, Justice Society, Titans, and Suicide Squad)

Star Wars (any member of Bad Batch, Captain Rex, Commander Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Lando Calrissian, Poe Dameron, Finn)

Star Trek (Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Uhura, Captain or Admiral Pike)

Arcane: League of Legends (Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Sevika, Steb (YES, IM INCLUDING FISH MAN, DO NOT JUDGE ME HE WAS A CUTIE PIE))

Baldur's Gate 3 (Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Karlach, Laezel, Wyll, Rolan)

Other misc characters including but maybe not completely(?) limited to Riddick, Master Chief, Hellboy, Prince Nuada, Aemond Targaryen, Davos Blackwood, Tormund Giantsbane, Geralt of Rivia, Lambert, Elrond Peredhel (LOTR and TROP versions acceptable), and Sherlock Holmes (BBC and Netflix!Enola versions acceptable)

Again! This list could change! If it does change, I will edit this post, and then make an announcement of what my changes are, but this post will almost always be the best reference to find out what I'm writing or who I'm writing for!

Things I will not write:

Minors in sexual/smutty situations. They're either aged up or they're going in the trash, #sorrynotsorry

Pedophilia

Noncon

Hardcore stalking and/or harrassment

Physical and sexual abuse (unless it's like part of a character's backstory then it may be referenced, but I am not writing it out)

Anything else thats just. standard generic icks or no-nos. If you need clarification on something you're not sure I'm okay with, just ask

PSA: I am a white woman. The majority of my writings will be "x reader", and they will usually be fem!reader or afab!reader too, so if you wish for me to write for a gn!reader, please let me know in your request and I will honor that to the best of my ability!

I will also always try to be as vague as possible with other details such as race, hair color, eye color, etc., unless I happen to be writing an OC character with a specified appearance. But I imagine sometimes I'll make mistakes. I'll kick myself for it and I'll say sorry a million and one times, but it's almost inevitable and I'm an idiot and proofreading? whats that?? and I want to prepare you all now. And, if I do make a mistake, or if my writing ever seems to break that promise of being race vague, please let me know what I've done wrong and I will always try to alter what I can so everyone, regardless of what their race or appearance is, can feel welcome, accepted, and included in my writings!

Okay, you can all return to your regularly scheduled programming now :)

This is Renny signing off!

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 35

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello (TMNT), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

This one goes out to tmntficlover who inspired me to do public sex!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: nipples teased, cunt mentions

Nobody tells you that jet lag can happen simply by staying up late one single night. In your case where you were thrown off by over a week of debauchery, you had yet to get back on schedule. There was first the physical recovery to deal with. When that had been mostly squared away, you had figured a few miserable early mornings of work would cure you. Through the exhausting slog, you had hoped to conk out at night and the whole thing would be over. As it often did, your body had other plans. While mornings were agony and days dragged on, you still woke throughout the night.

With your partner in a recovery of his own, it hadn’t been a huge issue in the grand scheme. More often than not, you stirred, laid awake for a moment, and fell back asleep. Passing the month mark found you getting used to the change. Not as proactive as you could have been, you indulged the night owl tendencies on the weekends. It’s where you came to find yourself, wide awake, and scrolling away at 3am.

This particular night had found Donnie subject to aches. Stubborn in not wanting to leave your side, he’d been laid out, so to speak. Finding some precarious balance, if he laid a certain way then he could just barely offset the symptoms. It meant not moving or being touched, which came only as a difficulty considering his size. Having gone back and forth, you hadn’t wanted to go to bed as it felt like losing the battle with sleep while Donnie hadn’t wanted to part. Compromise came with him sprawled out on the couch, dotted with newly purchased pillows supporting a shoulder and his knees. You sat on the ground beside it, claiming another behind your back as a cushion to lean against the couch near his head. In a delicate stasis, he seemed peaceful as you listened to videos at a low volume.   

Feed refreshing and the corner of your phone reading 3:19am, you perused the top post. In it, one of your local bakeries was buzzing about, preparing to open. They had little loaf pans which was an oddity for them before bright, colorful text popped up an announcement. “Oh.”

Behind you, Donnie gave a curious hum.

“N-nothing.” You rushed out while clicking down to find the post was so new it didn’t even have comments yet. A bouncing animation tried to usher you to the next video, but you flicked back to the top to watch the same one again.

Donnie made a faint disgruntled sound.

“You rest.” Your reply came automatically as you checked the hour once more.

You had more than enough time.

It meant leaving right now, but you’d surely be first.

Leg muscles twitching in anticipation, you laid out a mental route.

“Y/N.”

“Huh?” You shifted your weight, preparing to stand.

“What is it?”

Your lips opened for another reflexive response. Catching it with your teeth, you then tried to swallow, but fought back.

One of Donnie’s eyes opened and slid to you the best it could without turning his head.

“Okay.” You relented and popped up. In a minor scramble, you moved until you were kneeling over him, wafting excitement. “Do you remember when we missed our bakery date?”

His expression soured.

“No! No feeling bad! Look!” You held your phone up to him.

He squinted against the low light.

“I guess the chef is feeling experimental because not only are they doing their usual menu and the limited edition summer items, but they took the croissant scraps and made them into bread puddings which they’re giving away for free to the first 25 customers!”

Donnie blinked and you craned your head to find the video already playing again.

“I…” He’d fight this; you only just realized that. “I was thinking… What are the chances I’d be the first to see this, you know? I can run over there, right now, and get one and a whole bunch of other treats!”

His lips formed a tight line.

“It’s crazy, I know. It’s 3am, I know! But it’s also… fun.” You softened and imparted him with a glazed look.

“I’m going with you.”

“Donnie.”

With a grunt, he stiffened an elbow to prop himself up.

“Donatello!”

Getting upright, he rubbed one of his arms.

“What’s with you? So clingy!” You got up and stood with your legs apart to block him from standing. “Shelly can be on stand-by and you’re allowed to rest! I’ll bring back piping hot pastries and it’ll be great!”

He shook his head.

Groaning, your feed refreshed in your hand and caught your eye. Glancing at the screen found 15 comments on the post. “Shit! I have to go!”

Losing track of Donnie, you rushed for the door. In your pajamas, you only gave them a vague once over before shoving your socked feet into a pair of shoes. Over thin cotton joggers you were drowning in one of your boyfriend’s old shirts. Not sure of its exact age, there were ancient hints in how its pale purple nearly faded to white. Similarly lightweight as your bottoms, the many washings only added to its breathability and helped with the warmer days. Finding that serviceable enough for the public, you figured you’d easily pass as a New Yorker trying to get an exhausted fix. Thinking of what warm beverage to pair with fluffy dough, you checked for your wallet before your boyfriend’s form appeared behind you.

You gave a loud groan before turning to him. It took a surge of willpower not to swat him away. “Go lay down, Mr. Annoying!”

“You’re going like that?”

You gave a momentary pause and looked down at yourself again. “Uh, yeah. There’s no time. I’ve already lost first spot for sure and if I waste anymore then I’m not getting any of that bread pudding!”

“Go, I’ll be behind shortly.”

“Don-nie!” You whined, trying not to stomp.

“Time’s ticking.” He mustered a menace to his features that said you had no choice.

Puffing your cheeks out in irritation, you spun around and caught the door handle. “Consider changing your mind! I swear-!” Throwing the door open, you marched off.

You hit the elevator by the time you heard its closing click and, even though you hadn’t glimpsed outside yet, you could feel the early morning seeping into the space. Arriving at the bottom floor, you exited with quiet clinging to you. Never fully entering REM, a light doze had a hold on the city. Street lights blinked back monsters under the bed and many building’s glowing eyes were shut lids. Dreams took on real world forms as those about, moved as if on a track. They went through their motions and you passed them as the outlier.

Turning onto another street and mapping out the rest of your route, you felt a rush of air more than you heard it. There was soon the footfall of a boot before steps joined in time with yours. “What is it? Are you worried about me?”

Beside you, Donnie strolled as if he’d been there the whole time.

You watched him, lips tucking to the corner of your mouth as you knew pains had taken a bulk of his voice. “I’m alright. We’re alright, and I’m not just saying that.”

His gaze lowered.

You gave a tepid sigh.

“It’s me.”

Feet losing sync, you consciously had to take an extra step to keep pace. “I don’t understand…”

“I-” He cleared his throat and adjusted his sore posture. “Lingering effects maybe. I know you’ll be fine. I trust. I also feel…” Donnie’s eyes closed and he tipped his head back. Slow to open, when they did, he caught something in the sky that held a flicker of attention. “... restless when I’m not close.”

“Lingering effects of the heat?”

Dragging his gaze down, he finally looked at you and gave a faint nod.

“Oh… then you…” You pointed out a finger at nothing in particular before giving a faint smile. “You’re a goof.”

His head dipped as if he were forced to agree.

“Would you rather I fill the air or we walk quietly?”

Unable to commit both hands to the action, you caught Donnie markedly lifting one finger.

Nodding with affection, you regaled him in the bakery. It was a place you thought of fondly, but hadn’t gone to. Always delicious and the prices fair, it was just a bit of a hassle. It was out of the way in a sense and if you missed a certain window then they were sure to be sold out. There was always a line and most often than not you didn’t want to bother. Today though, you were now burning what was surely now sunrise oils. You mentioned how the chef had been on TV for a competition and their recent award nominations. 

There before you knew it and with only a handful of people in line, you resisted jumping. Settling to excitedly point and resisting the urge to drag your partner, you entered the queue. There were a couple of teenagers in front of you dressed similarly which made you share a hiked brow with Donnie. He regarded you either without interest or a diverted one. Not sure if you should fuss over him, you kept a soft conversation going about the latent oddities at work. After the initial surge of coworkers ruminating about your supposed near death experience, things had largely returned to normal. It was only your gossipy coworker who kept the event in mind. He’d specifically volunteered to help with your workload which he used to either hold over you as a comical blackmail or as an ongoing means for gratitude as he’d gotten a raise over his so-called upstanding performance.

With the pull of a shade that rolled up as loud as a cartoon, the line jostled as everyone prepared to enter. The door was unlocked and in a slow crawl you were ushered into the store. Nearly immediately assaulted with wonderful smells, you caught Donnie’s lids swimming as he lavished in the scents. Chuckling, by the time it was your turn, awe had struck. You fumbled what had once been a pristine list. At least gathering the basics, you paid and were bestowed with the now legendary croissant bread pudding. Even larger than the picture suggested, you marveled as it was packaged up and passed to you with the rest of the load.

As if being squeezed out, you emerged to find the crowd three times as long. Only barely holding back a haughty laugh, you made it several blocks before you bemoaned how you’d forgotten to get a drink in your excited tizzy.

Donnie, presumably still lulled by the now portable bakery perfume, lazily mentioned making drinks at home.

Knowing he’d whip up something delicious to pair, you relented as you gave your bag handles a squeeze. In what felt very much like a yawn, the city seemed to be breaking through its last vestiges of sleep. Traffic had started to pick up and people moved into buildings as if scurrying to get in place for morning announcements. Watching them with an increasingly lethargic gaze, the quiet that rolled out felt like covers being thrown back.

It piqued you as odd only because it held.

About to mention it to your partner you felt a big fat drip hit your nose.

Shuddering, you gagged at what that could possibly be coming from the city.

Donnie slowed in what you thought was a move to check on you, but, as you wiped your nose, you found him staring upward with blooming horror.

Opening your mouth to mention this, the sky opened up.

Rain coming down in sheets, your squeaks were drowned out as it slapped the pavement. In a sudden rush, you felt Donnie hook you as you ran. With him as a guide, you turned your attention to the most precious item: your baked goods. Curling your body around them as a shield, rain permeated your pajamas as you were ushered around a corner. Street slick from the sudden downpour, your soles slid and Donnie exerted extra force to keep you on course. Pounding the pavement, you made it several more blocks until the rain seemingly stopped.

“No, no!” Ignoring the how, you unfurled to check the pastries. Shoulders slacking with relief, you quickly found that only a little of the bag had gotten wet and the treats were protected from any further brunt. “Ahh… Donnie, look!”

Your partner had his glasses in hand and was wicking droplets away with his sleeve.

Holding the bag away from you, you were caught by the odd satisfied smile on his face. “You okay?”

“That’s why.” He might have shook his head, but he seemed to think better of it as it would have caused a spray.

“Why what?” Feeling a drip from your hair streaking your cheek, you heard the rain still coming down. Turning to look out, you found you were sheltered by a little bus stop.

“Barometric pressure dropped.” Donnie explained, giving up on his wet frames and moving to pocket them.

“Well, yeah, it’s raining…” Having not put together what he meant, you felt a trickle down your arm. Fearing for the bag, you checked to find the seat dry and safe to set the pastries there.

Donnie chuffed. “Less air pressure allows muscles, tendons, and tissues to expand.”

Stepping back with your hands up just in case there was some erratic splash, you deemed your purchase safe before addressing him.

He stared back as if waiting.

Running back over what he had said, you felt the bulb click on. “That’s why you’re sore!”

He gave a tired nod.

“Shouldn’t you be able to smell it in the air or something?” Thinking of lights, your eyes followed the lines of the overhang and found a busted one in the corner.

“There’s been a certain level of humidity for a few days now.”

“True.” You frowned at it before turning to stare out at the rainy street. “We’re stuck…”

This time his puff of air came with amusement. “Hardly. It’s rain.”

Body still facing streetward, you rolled your neck to look at him. “I am not letting my precious haul get wet! We went through too much!”

Donnie’s gaze narrowed a little, but he held that playful air.

“You perked up. Does the pressure go back to normal after the rain starts?” Curling an arm, you swept a hand through your hair to push soaked locks back.

He only gave a tickled hum.

“Guessing game?” You clicked your tongue, throwing your gaze to him again. “Highly aquatic then-?” Your words tapered off as your full attention was pulled from you.

Obliviously perked up, you could see it was more than that. Beads of rain slicked down his shaded skin and, without his glasses, his gaze was clear, but slightly unfocused. Struck by its intensity as it wasn’t trained on your face, you followed it down until you saw yourself. With only the streetlight across the way illuminating, the thin cotton of your shirt had soaked through. The way you were positioned accentuated the sopping folds and made it all the more obvious that it was now sheer. The wet and surprise had stiffened your nipples while the wet fabric itself clung to every inch of your torso and hips.

“Oh…” The temperature differential meant the heat of your breath felt focused against the chill of your skin. “I didn’t… have anything underneath. We were just lounging around…”

Not an exact response, but a thick, appreciative sound sat in his throat.

With him leering, you took to the same. In contrast to you, he’d taken a moment to dress, but hadn’t gone to any extremes. A simple black cotton turtleneck was glued to him, but that was how he always wore his clothes. What broke the normal, was that he hadn’t changed from his sweats. They carved out the musculature of his legs in a lethal way. The wet cling meant the bottom of his plastron looked especially like a bulge which dragged your eye even though you knew exactly what it held.

How long had it been?

The obvious answer was since the heat, but it was more than that.

It wasn’t as if you stayed clear of one another.

Cohabitation bred familiarity and you’d seen each other in various stages of undress on a daily basis. It hadn’t brought about staring or the like. Instead, you passed comfortably, having understood that you had fucked each other to oblivion. It had stoked carnal flames and, as far as you could tell, this was the first time you had viewed each other with sexual intent since.

More than that, the air was positively charged with it.

The only problem was you were trapped and no matter how many factors piled on, you weren’t going to chance your prizes. Stirring up a morsel of shame, you pulled an arm across your body and held your since healed bite mark.

Donnie’s gaze continued to eat you up.

You chewed it over and turned slightly so as not to be devoured.

“Do you…” His speech was slow as if he’d misplaced his tongue. “…know the worst of it?”

You tried not to look and felt a drip slide from your forehead down the slope of your nose at a treacherously, sultry pace. “Hm?”

“Well…” You could sense Donnie’s gaze break for a moment and the weight rubbed the electricity in the air down to a melancholy one. “Barring that which I’ll never forgive myself for.”

If you squeezed hard enough you could just feel the lingering pain in your shoulder.

The rain beat the pavement as if to accentuate the severity of the statement. 

Donnie gave an exhale to dispel it. “My body remembers.”

The sentence lit a match in your mind and you used it to turn towards him in a venture through the dark.

You found him still looking away. “The lack of evidence tied into your safety. Since my prime concerns were dealt with, I can… feel… there is more.”

“I told you everything…” You whispered loud enough to beat the downpour.

“Of course.” He passed you a glance that spoke of nothing, but trust. “But hearing is not the same as experiencing. While I do not remember the exchange, in a way I do and it haunts me.”

He stopped there and it forced you to unfurl. Resisting in only speed, your arm eventually came down before you reached out and pinched a wet bit of his top.

He puffed with a sardonic laugh. “Even that.”

You looked up at him curiously.

“I’m not getting my point across.” He gave a faint grouse before leaning down to you. Less in your space and more for your attention, he placed a hand over yours. “My body turns towards even the smallest touch. Synapses created muscle memory. Tissue that knows you in a way that I consciously do not.”

By all accounts you should have been freezing, but you felt as though the water was evaporating off your cheeks.

“That wasn’t a marathon.” He dipped closer, droplets forming and loosing from his chin. “We coupled in a deeper sense.”

You could only nod.

With his thumb, he wiped away some water from your cheek. “I envy him. Despise him. I should know that feeling. It’s mine.”

Wanting to even mumble his name, all that came out was a scorched gasp.

“You described…” His gaze trekked down your body slowly, taking in each detail as a man with nothing but time on his hands. When he reached whatever his apex was, it brought his hand which pressed just above your mons. “… distention?”

“I was…” You had to swallow to get air into your lungs. “… never sure. It felt like it..”

His fingers skirted soaked fabric until his hand nearly encompassed the expanse of your abdomen. There his palm rested on where the bulge would have been. “I should have felt that.” He applied a light pressure. “I would have massaged it deeper, encouraged you along, made sure my seed was planted.”

“L-like-” Dizzy, you imagined there must have been a renewed pressure differential. “-you weren’t… already trying to do that?”

“Did I?” There was a puff as he ghosted over your cheek to your ear. “Execute those motions?”

“No…” Your pitch rose as his fingers curled into a comfortable stroke.

“All he knew was to fill.” Not quite a kiss, but his nose pressed to the damp locks licking your ear before he came forward to burn a searing look into your retinas. “I would truly breed you.”

“Hey…” Certain verbal markers of his offered you lucidity. “It’s not a contest.” Your fingers pressed into a cotton soaked plastron. “It’s all you.”

Donnie’s lids narrowed with an approximation of anger.

Another sign and you were surfacing more. With a little push, he leaned away so you could get a better look at him. “Envy, huh?”

He gave a curt nod.

“Well…” You made a large show of looking over your shoulder as a means to muster your courage.

The rain was the street’s only occupant.

Both hands flattening out to his scutes, you directed him into backing up. “That’s silly.”

His gaze said he’d touched on that.

Steering, you only stopped herding him when his calves touched the stop’s bench. “Let’s see…”

Intrigued by your air, Donnie minded the pastries and sat off beside them.

You hovered into him much as he’d done to you. “As you said, he only knew where to stick it…”

Donnie had a complaint on his tongue so you kissed it away.

Wanting more, you immediately withdrew from his mouth’s invasion with a smirk. “He was fun, but nothing compared to you.”

Your boyfriend swallowed.

“No build-up.” You kissed his cheek. “No sweet words.” Trailing down, your lips pressed a line to his throat. “No tact.” Embedding a bitterness there, you skirted his wraps and collar to his shoulder. “There are so-” Aiming your mouth, you found where you’d bitten him. “-many-“ Pressing a lengthy kiss there, you felt for signs. “-other-“ With a hitch, Donnie tensed and you watched his head tilt, offering you further access. “-ways-“ Dragging your teeth, you felt the kiss of rain. “-to please your mate.” Sinking your teeth in, you bit as hard as you could.

The metal bench whined as Donnie writhed against it.

When you unlatched from the wet fabric, he was punch drunk. You appraised him quickly as you settled on your knees. Gratitude caught you in slow motion as you sank down with an entirely new tenting pressing against his sweats. Thinking it made a mockery of the fake one, you dug through soaked fabric for a hem. Donnie gave what was almost a chirp as you hooked it. In tandem, you tugged as he rose enough to allow you to pull his pants down some. His cock wrestled free and stood proudly. Grasping him, you locked eyes as he stared you down, pupils swimming.

Swirling the tip of your tongue around the spade of his cockhead, you vaguely hoped that the darkened bus stop gave you enough cover. Gaze never leaving his, you let your lips engulf him so the plump had to bounce around his glans. His breath haggard, you pressed your hand into the flat of his plastron to feel it while the other got hold of his knot. Palming the girth, his skin moved under hand as you traced your tongue along his veins.

Above you, Donnie had hunched forward, enthralled by your work. He chewed his lip raw as a slow blink had you taking him as far as he could go. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked, sliding your tongue along his length in a coax and then trailing him out. Never allowing a full retraction, you crouched lower to put yourself on display. It sent your ass out into the rain where the fabric soaked from two sources. Summoning saliva, you fought against mother nature for squelching supremacy.

It cropped up, drool dripping down as you rhythmically squeezed his knot in time. Bulging in a roll between your fingers, you gently massaged as you bobbed up and down. Lashes fluttering as a sour prick detailed his pre, you felt his spread on your tongue. A totally new sensation, you struggled to take him as his body attempted to lock into your throat. Your mouth filled and you switched fully over to oscillating suction to keep up the titillation. It worked, but you could sense the feeling would overwhelm, centered too much on one spot.

Reluctantly pulling your hand back from his plastron, you gripped what wasn’t in your mouth with both hands. Scooting up and free from the rain, you abandoned your smolder to focus on his cock. Fingertips meeting in an encircling, you ran your tongue around the plain of his head. Silken smooth, you swiped and sucked as flares from it seemingly dug into your gums. The spread slid under your tongue and filled your mouth as you jacked him off as fast as your arms would allow. Oxygen near cutting off and body aching, you felt Donnie snatch the back of your head.

Refusing to be pried off when his orgasm was within reach, you sucked so hard you drank down all the spit that had pooled in your mouth. Above you, a low rumbling noise echoed like thunder before the knot swelled. As if seeing the end of the tunnel, you milked him there, pushing along what you imagined was the trail of semen drifting through the pipe of his cock. A little slower than you imagined, you had to blow out your cheeks to suck again before he finally came.

The rush hit the back of your throat and you fought down a reflexive gag. It was there, face puckered around him that the taste hit your tongue. Texture globular, it was the bitterness that soaked your buds which caused you to reel off of him with a shake of your head. Hands squeezing his knot further, you wrung him dry as you came free with a wheeze. Cum rolled off your tongue as it hung heavily out of your mouth while the broken hose in your hand fired shots off at your torso. You were struck with strings to your shoulder and down your chest as slobber helped excavate the rest of the spunk from your mouth.

A little delirious from the intensity, you managed a little flicker of guilt as you couldn’t swallow. Turning that up to Donnie apologetically, you found only awe and adoration waiting for you.

You smiled at the sight of it, mouth closing around and feeling a string of his cum catching in the corner with the beam.

“Stunning doesn’t even begin to describe-” The sentence choked out of him before you stopped him.

“Hm?” With a thumb, you had smeared his cum across your cheek. “Go on?”

His jaw went slack. “Y-You’re-”

His gaze flew around and you knew he couldn’t just settle on one bit of his seed. Methodical, you released his member and scooted back. On display, you reached down and caught the end of the shirt to pull it taunt. Wet and messed with rain and jizz, you clicked your tongue in time before giving a seared smile. “I’m a mess…”

His tongue moved within his mouth, but around it the cage was stiff.

Kneeling forward to give his still half-hard cock a kiss, you used the motion to get to your feet. You then stepped backwards with a bouncy hop out into the rain. It poured over your greedily much like a cold shower. “No worries. I can rinse it right off….” Throwing your head back to the heavens, you raked your fingers through your hair and let the deluge wash you clean.

Rain pulsed in your ears as you breathed in the clean scent.

Coming down from your spritz, you looked over your shoulder from where your clothes were painted to your skin. There, under the stop, Donnie was standing with his wet sweats barely hanging onto his hips.

“Something on your mind?” You tempted.

“Funny.” Donnie spoke, stepping out without a care that his cock was pointed intently towards you.

You hummed curious, taking a rounding step.

“Arguing my possession, while parading yourself like this.”

“Like what?” Circling much like a dance, you barely blinked the rain away.

He swooped down right into your space. “Out in the open. Where anyone could see what’s mine.”

“Me?” You flicked your gaze down to his dick. “Look at you. You’re a far cry from the man that was concerned about PDA.” You reached out and brushed his length.

His breath heaved straight through the rain.

“Though… who’s going to come out in a storm like this?” In a twirl, you taunted him by bringing your hands up to beckon his cheeks before the momentum pulled you away.

“We’ll see how you act if someone approaches.” Expertly weaving through droplets, Donnie was upon you.  Catching the side of your neck, he snapped you up to him where his lips crashed to yours. Tongue invading, you imagined puffs of steam that asserted themselves through the downpour. Entangling from something out of any number of romance movies, streaks of water tried to worm themselves in-between the suction of your bodies.

It took a hard shove for both your sakes to break away.

Donnie stood across needy, but attentive as you took several skipping steps back. There you did another spin in the shower before stopping away from him. Chewing your lip and drinking in the natural wonder, you bent forward at the hips. Catching your waistband with arms akimbo, you rocked back and forth to wriggle out of the dense fabric. Full to the brim it resisted your skin until finally it broke free of your hips. There you let them fall before craning over your shoulder where you were presenting. Pulling back one butt cheek so your sex was exposed to both him and the elements you made a show of licking away the moisture on your lips.

He was slower to approach this time and the anticipation mounted as rain tried to cool your heat. Not to be assuaged, when he reached you, he ignored his entrance to instead tread fingers up your body. They hooked in their journey, over plains and valleys of soaked creases, and teased chilled skin. Finding your breasts and nipples pert from the cold, large digits swirled them before pinching down with precision. You arched and rocked back, hoping to find him, but his member was absent. Instead he spilled over you much like the rain until you were pulled up flush with him. There his double digits rounded your throat and forced your head all the way back. Swimming and trying not to drown, his head appeared as an umbrella.

He smiled before kissing you again with meaning. It spoke of depths of appreciation and reassurances. You tried to translate back comfort, but it was buried under the flood. His lost time overflowed and gathered in a wayward attempt to reclaim some of it. Suffocating, he released just as you would have been swallowed whole and, finally, you felt the burning drag of his cock against your lower back. Arching for him, he kneaded his way back to your hips before lifting you up. Feet leaving the slick concrete, you squealed as he dropped in the erotic motion to instead nuzzle your spine. Hooking an arm back around his neck for support, he ghosted nips up to the base of your neck before finally his tip aligned with your core.

Slowly rocking in, you felt your feet sway as you imagined the rain evaporating on contact between your combined bodies. The many slicks were overly cooperative and within seconds he was buried. Arms shifted from your hips to coil around your waist, he tested metered thrusts to find something you’d both like. Having been so long since you experienced his lead, you were left hyper aware of all detail. From where he held to even the angle of his neck, every motion was done in service of you. Rain grasping as much as him, when you opened your mouth to translate this, you were filled as similarly as your heart.

Trying to let the excess run out, you tipped your head down to pant as his cock scrubbed your insides. Sharpened on your sensitivity, you felt whole for the first time in awhile. Echoes of emptiness were something you had considered a byproduct of the once constant mating, but now it spoke of the shift in bond he had mentioned. Having not considered it as monumental as he had, you forced your head up only to find him waiting there.

“You mentioned a film once…” He husked into your ear, the force of his breath flicked further droplets in different directions as he rolled his hips.

Sensitivity peaked and a breathless moan sounded on your parted lips.  

“Look…” Locking one arm around your torso, he crawled the other up to coax your neck. You fell into his touch as he guided you to view the building to your right. “See all those windows?”

You nodded in a way he could feel.

“More and more lights are coming on…” His lips were close enough that he brushed your lobe as he spoke. “There!”

You watched a golden hue blink awake.

“It would only take one look.” He ran his tongue around the shell of your ear and gave bare thrusts that weren’t enough. “More and more people will wake. Consider something I’ve harped on prior: statistics …”

The more people around meant there was a higher chance of getting caught.

Suddenly a vice, Donnie’s head dropped into your shoulder before he surfaced weakly. “You want to be seen.”

“That’s not-” He brushed your g-spot to dissuade you from lying. “-true!”

“No?” With another stunted thrust, you wished you had the traction to kick him. “Then what was that?”

You groaned as he nosed down against your bite before turning his head so his cheek was resting against it.

“On mornings like this, you’ve done it, standing at the door, looking out at the street, mustering up the courage to deal with the rains.” He punctuated each line with a shallow roll of his hips that only made your reflexive clenching all the more apparent.

“Donnie!”

“What then?” Fully burying himself, you tried to crush his head in a sort of chokehold. “Someone could be watching right now…” In a swing, he turned your body to view a little darkened glass door.

Your cunt clamped down on him.

“Still not about being seen?”

You tried to form a response, but every time your lips parted he warped it into a moan. Forcing through it, you gasped through syllables and he gave you just enough reprieve to mouth along your chin.

“Yes?”

“Y-you-” You choked out. Remembering you had an arm free it came up to slap the one clasped around your waist.

“Me?”

“-‘re real-” Digging your nails into his forearm, you got enough leverage to turn your head the barest amount towards him. “-chatty now that-” You bit through an eye roll of ecstasy.  “-that you c-can’t chirp.”

A gnash of teeth snapped like lightning and he left you. Crying out, there was a temporary fall before your shoulders snapped taunt. Slit flush to your sex, Donnie’s grip slid along your arms as he pulled them behind your back. There he caught a grip crushing your wrists together. He let you dangle there, suspended from that and his cock alone before he began to fuck you in earnest. Seeing stars through the gloom, shores filled your ears as you bounced. The rhythmic sound of your hips crashing together beat out the constant drone and your shoulders just threatened to dislocate.

Jostling with your chest constricted by logged fabric and your body’s weight, you screamed out as he centered in on the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. The force was nearly too much and streaked over every inch of you. Consumed, your orgasm ripped through you suddenly and you quaked where the tips of your shoes couldn’t even scrape the sidewalk. Wheezing on the water that kept trying to fill your lungs, you hung and watched droplets bounce back from the force at which they hit concrete. Rolling through crests, you felt the way your body milked the thick of his knot. He’d been building and not quite there so you whined to get his attention.

Sharply listening through the downpour, he reeled you in, careful of actual injury. Body mostly slack, your back came flush to his plastron again and he pressed affectionate kisses into your cheek. Leaning into his touch, you nuzzled before heaving a breath to speak. “It’s… not… about… being seen…”

He only hummed an acknowledgement, allowing you to keep coming down.  

“It’s being… seen as… yours.”

You would have thought the rain froze in place.

“You’ve… seen it… right?”

If he was attuned enough to see that he was moving differently around you, then he must have noticed how you’d been acting.

It hadn’t been exact as the first few weeks were bandaged, but after that.

You hadn’t bothered to edit your wardrobe at all in regards to your bite.

This one unquestionably permanent, most chalked it up to your supposed accident.

A few picked up on its crescent shape, but you’d been coy.

Still, it stirred you to know the real meaning where they didn’t.

A whine escaped your partner and his hips nudged where he was fully buried in you.

“Don?” You ushered.

Again there was that bare nudge as if he couldn’t bear the thought of pulling out as it would mean a version of leaving you.

“H-hey…” You squirmed to catch a glimpse of him.

“Greedy.” His voice was small.

“What?”

“Greedy.” He roared suddenly, hoisting you as far off as he could.

Feeling empty, rain grabbed greedily at your thighs before you were spun around to face him. There he spread your legs only enough so he could sink partially back within you. Renewing the flat press of your bodies, it meant again your feet weren’t touching the ground, but he was able to stare directly into your eyes.

“You have me.”

Thrust.

“You have him.”

Thrust.

“How many-?”

The piston warmed and gained speed.  

“-of me’s until it’s enough?”

Desperate, you clawed at his shoulders before encircling his neck to hold on.

“How much-?”

You were moving.

“-will it take?”

Backward, to the stop.

“Greedy. Greedy. Greedy”

“All of it!” 

You sank down the length of him as your back pressed into the shelter.

“Until…”

You pulled on his head until he was forced to kiss you.

“… there’s nothing left.”

Lips ghosting over the final phrase, he plowed you into the structure. Delirious, you could still feel him. Through his speed and the way you gripped him, not only did you receive him mentally, but physically. Your body begged him. Your muscles pleaded for him to stay inside. Your very core ached to hold on for even a second more.

When he came it followed all the usual markers. His knot inflated, near bursting. The travel of his spill as he pressed it to fully encompass you. The pump after pump as his essence matched your will. Language without words spoken through raw practices that built humanity. His lips massaged yours as you leaned into him, desperate. Only then did you find the strength to wind around him. His hands dug into the thick of your ass and then down the length of your thighs to encourage your wrap. Coiled, he pulled back, expression in love before there was the sharp snap of an umbrella going taunt.

Unable to blink, darkened colors swirled as you disappeared behind the corner of the bus stop. Rubber soles stepped down onto the sidewalk heavily from a stoop and sharp notes sang as rain was deflected by the cover. The whole of Donnie shielded you, but through a crack between his jaw and shoulder, you saw a man walk by unaware. Places to be and head shielded by his umbrella, he didn’t stop, but his body turned in passing as he glimpsed something.

A nervous mewl left you which Donnie hushed until the man had gone. There he loosened a little and saw what the stranger had seen:

Your pajama pants lay in a shriveled heap on the edge of the street.

Jiggling with it, Donnie gave you further breathing room so you could burst out laughing.

The sound must have delighted him because he nosed your throat along to encourage it.

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If The Octonauts Were Mean Girls Chapter 3

After finishing school, Peso stepped outside and noticed Selva, the girl he had a crush on, immersed in a spirited girls' soccer game. Wanting to be polite, he gave her a friendly wave. When Selva returned the gesture with a smile, Peso felt a shiver run up his spine and a warm blush tint his cheeks. Just then, the sound of a car horn caught his attention, and he saw a sleek silver Lexus nearby—it was The Plastics.

"Get in loser, we're going shopping!" Dashi called out with infectious energy.

To Peso, Dashi was like a living, breathing Barbie doll, exuding a level of glamour he had never encountered before. Without hesitation, Peso hurried to the car and leaped in, and together they set off for an exciting trip to the mall.

...

The Plastics trio and Peso hit the mall, where Dashi decided to gift Peso the latest Chucks. Little did Peso know, Dashi's generosity had a hidden agenda; she was well aware that penguins and shoes are like oil and water—they just don't mix.

As they sipped on their Starbucks concoctions—Dashi with her Caramel Macchiato, Shellington nursing a Caffe Mocha, Barnacles chilling with an iced white chocolate mocha, and Peso keeping it classic with a Caffe Americano—they strolled through the mall.

"I'm thinking about joining the Mathletes," Peso mentioned with a grin.

The reaction was instantaneous; Dashi, Shellington, and Barnacles whipped their heads around.

"Oh, no, no, no," Shellington protested with a hint of panic,

Barnacles nodded solemnly in agreement.

"Mathletes are social suicide," Dashi exclaimed. "Count your lucky stars you've got us."

Passing the mall's central fountain, Peso was hit with a wave of nostalgia for the Antarctic—back when the local wildlife was feeling... frisky.

"Oh my god! There's Sophie!" Shellington announced, spotting her in the distance.

"Where?" Barnacles squinted, then spotted her too. "Ah, there she is."

Shellington's jaw dropped as he saw Sophie with another guy.

"She's with your Cousin! Sam!" he blurted out in shock.

"Why would they be together?" Barnacles pondered aloud.

Dashi and Peso glanced over at Sophie and her companion. Dashi, ever the strategist, had a plan brewing.

"Hold up," Dashi started, "Sophie isn't really with Sam. She can't just ditch you like that, Shel. She's such a little... troublemaker. Hand over your phone."

Shellington reluctantly passed his Apple iPhone 11 to Dashi, his worry palpable.

"You're not actually going to call her, are you?" Shellington's voice trembled.

"Do I look like I'm into drama?" Dashi retorted sharply.

"No," Shellington muttered, looking away.

They resumed their mall march as Dashi began to dial Sam's number, the phone ringing ominously...

"Hello," came the reply in a feminine tone.

"Hi, is Samual G. Bear around?" Dashi asked, her voice dripping with sweetness.

"He hasn't arrived yet. Who's asking?" inquired the woman on the other end.

"This is Susan from the clinic. Samual's scheduled for a little 'snip-snip' operation this weekend. Could you have him ring me back pronto? It's kinda pressing, thanks!" Dashi explained.

With a click, she ended the call, returned the phone to Shellington, and stood there, arms folded, oozing triumph, while Barnacles and Shellington couldn't contain their giggles.

"He's definitely not dating anyone now," Dashi declared, her smile thick with irony.

"Right..." Shellington chuckled. "That was absolutely 'Fetch!'"

Laughter erupted as Peso noticed Sam's mom had called. Torn between guilt and satisfaction at Dashi's antics, he managed a hesitant grin, unsure how to react.

...

Post-mall spree, they zoomed off in Dashi's sleek silver Lexus, heading to her place.

Exiting the car, Peso gazed in awe at Dashi's residence; he had never stepped foot in a mansion before.

"Wow... your house is nice," Peso remarked with a smile.

"I know, right?" Dashi responded, sipping her Caramel Macchiato with a grin.

As they entered the expansive house, the vastness of the living room merged seamlessly with the kitchen, showcasing its grandeur.

"I'm home!" Dashi announced, then greeted Koshi, "Hi Koshi."

Engrossed in dancing to "My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the Yard," Koshi greeted them with a smile and a wave, continuing her dance moves.

Dashi's father made his entrance, donning a Paul Lorenzo Men's Pink Slim Fit Suit, and cradling Pinky, the family's galah cockatoo.

"Hey there, how're my best teens?" he beamed.

"Hi, Mr. D, this is Peso," Shellington introduced with a smile.

Mason regarded Peso warmly, sitting down with Pinky. "Hello, welcome to our home," he said, embracing Peso in a tight hug before releasing him.

"Just want you to know, if you need anything, don't be shy, okay? There are no rules in this house. I'm not a regular dad; I'm a cool dad, right, Dashi?" Mason said, smiling at his eldest daughter.

"Please stop talking," Dashi replied with a sarcastic grin.

"Okay..." he answered softly.

Dashi, Shellington, Barnacles, and Peso ascended to her room.

"I'm going to make you guys a humpday treat," Mason declared, heading to the kitchen.

Koshi was still in the living room trying to attempt a Twerk. Meanwhile, when they ascended the stairs to Dashi's room, Peso was astounded by its spaciousness and the vibrant shade of pink that adorned the walls.

"Is this your room?" Peso inquired, shedding his beanie to reveal a tie-dyed shirt beneath.

"It used to be my parents' place," Dashi explained, swapping her heels for comfy slippers, "but I convinced them to swap."

As Shellington and Barnacles ditched their footwear, Barnacles fiddled with the radio, seeking the perfect tune. Peso, meanwhile, perused Dashi's room, spotting a photo of her and Selva in a tight embrace, like two peas in a pod.

"Spin it to 98.8," Dashi suggested, shedding her pink cardigan.

The room filled with the Spice Girls' pop anthem as The Plastics bobbed in sync. Dashi flashed a grin at Peso.

"Bet you can't name the band," she teased.

"Uh... Spice Girls?" Peso ventured, returning the smile.

Laughter bubbled from Dashi as Barnacles scrutinized his reflection, grimacing at the sight.

"Yikes," Barnacles groaned, "I'm all biceps."

"Oh, come off it..." Shellington grumbled, joining the mirror gazing, "My nose is the worst."

"At least you can rock rings," Dashi mused, eyeing her hands, "I've got sausage fingers."

The Plastics faced their reflections, each finding flaws where Peso once saw perfection.

"My hairline is so weird," Shellington lamented, fingers combing through his locks.

"I've got craters for pores," Dashi scrutinized her complexion.

"And my nails are a disaster," Barnacles critiqued his cuticles.

All eyes turned to Peso, awaiting his self-critique.

"Uh..." Peso stammered, grasping for a flaw, "My Morning breath could knock out an elephant..."

"Ew," Dashi grimaced.

Mason burst in, mocktails in hand and a grin wide enough to light up the room.

"Happy hours are from four to six!" he announced, as the teens eagerly snatched the drinks from the tray.

Peso eyed his mocktail with suspicion, then turned to Mason. "Uh... there's no alcohol in this, right?" he inquired.

"Heavens no! Why, you looking to spice up your evening?" Mason chuckled, setting the tray aside. "So, spill it—what's the latest buzz? What's everyone tuned into these days?"

"Daddy," Dashi interjected, "could you maybe go polish your glasses and check on Koshi?"

"Sure thing..." Mason agreed, rising to his feet as Pinky swooped in for a smooth landing on her perch. "You kids keep me forever young—big thanks for that."

With Mason out of the picture, Barnacles' gaze landed on a neon pink tome labeled 'Burn Book', complete with Dashi's signature smooch. Without a second thought, he pulled it from its hiding spot.

Barnacles couldn't help but grin. "Ah, the memories..."

Dashi, Shellington, and Peso glanced back and caught sight of the notorious book.

"It's been ages since I've seen this," Dashi said with a laugh.

Peso, abandoning his drink, eyed the book with a mix of curiosity and dread. It was the infamous tome of The Plastics, and he was itching to discover its secrets.

"Come take a look, Peso," Shellington urged, tugging at Peso's fin to draw him closer to the polar bear. "It's our Burn Book. We've snipped out yearbook photos and scribbled our 'thoughts' alongside."

Flipping through the pages, they were greeted by the faces of schoolmates, each accompanied by scandalous and downright mean-spirited rumors. Peso's eyes widened in disbelief at the terrible words scrawled across the pages.

"Trang Pat is a grotsky little byotch..." Barnacles quoted

"Still true" Dashi stated

"Miss Norbury is a Drug Pusher..." Shellington quoted

"Still true," Dashi started again

Shellington burst into laughter. They turn a page and Peso sees Tweak's photo

"Tweak is a Space Cow..." Shellington quoted and saw Kwazii, asking, "Who is that? Is it Kwazii?"

"Oh yeah, he's a bit too adventurous for his own good." Peso smiled

The Plastics erupted in laughter as Peso's cheeks blushed a bright shade of pink.

"That's hilarious, we've got to include that," Dashi chuckled.

Later, Peso began to regret his words, pondering if such remarks were only amusing when Tweak made them. Nonetheless, they continued to flip through the pages of The Burn Book.

...

Peso was at the mall, eager to share with Tweak and Kwazii his discoveries about The Plastics' Burn Book. He approached the makeup counter where Tweak was working.

"They have a what?" Tweak gasped in shock.

"It's a Burn Book where they write gossip about our schoolmates," Peso clarified.

Tweak, visibly anxious, pressed on. "Is there anything about me in it?"

Peso paused, his face clouded with worry. He was aware that Tweak was mentioned in the book, but he wanted to spare her any additional stress. Just then, Kwazii joined them, intrigued by the unfolding drama.

"No..." Peso uttered unconvincingly, attempting to conceal his discomfort.

Tweak's anger was palpable as she spoke through gritted teeth. "Those treacherous sharks!" She was seething with indignation. "We have to get our hands on that book!"

"What? No!" Peso exclaimed, his hesitation as clear as a bell.

"Peso, buddy, we're begging here!" Tweak implored, her voice dripping with desperation. "That Burn Book is our golden ticket to unmasking Dashi, the queen of double-crossing."

"Got to side with Tweak on this one," Kwazii interjected, his face all business. "That book's gotta be in our flippers, mate."

"I'm not convinced this is the brightest idea," Peso mumbled, worry creasing his brow.

Tweak massaged her temples, casting a glance at Peso, who was still rocking his signature pink ensemble.

"Listen up," Tweak began, her irritation morphing into resolve. "Evil's a tricky beast. Some parade their wickedness and those who cloak it in sheep's clothing. Dashi's sporting wool and it's high time we shear it off."

...

Peso's mind was a whirlwind, trying to piece together Tweak's grudge against Dashi. In his eyes, Dashi was hardly villainous, and he had this nagging suspicion that Tweak might just be a tad dramatic. As Peso was about to hit the hay, his ringtone shattered the silence. Glancing at the caller ID flashing 'Dashi', he hesitated but ultimately answered.

"Hey there, Dashi," Peso called out cheerily.

"I know your secret!" Dashi declared with a hint of mystery.

Panic surged through Peso like a rogue wave. How on earth did she uncover his secret? Had Shellington blabbed about his not-so-secret crush on Selva?

"Which secret might that be?" Peso uttered, his voice a shaky whisper.

"Shellington let slip that you've got the hots for Selva, my former bestie," Dashi spilled the beans.

"Ah... well... You see, Dashi," Peso fumbled, "It's not exactly as it seems, I assure you-"

"Don't sweat it, I'm not fuming. Just keep your chats with Selva to a minimum, okay? She's a plant-whispering Benedict Arnold. Doesn't that grind your gears, Peso?" Dashi probed.

"Grind my gears?" Peso echoed, baffled. "Why would I be grinding gears?"

"Seriously?" Dashi pressed on. "Shellington sharing your secret with me, then bragging about it—that's pretty shady of him, right?"

Mulling over her point, Peso had to admit, that Shellington's move was a bit underhanded.

"True, that was rather shady," Peso conceded.

"You really think I'm shady?" Shellington's voice, laced with astonishment, burst into the conversation.

In a flash, Peso realized Dashi had sneakily looped Shellington into a three-way call.

"Just proving a point, Shelly," Dashi quipped. "Catch you both on the flip side."

With the call over, Peso was left to ponder the intricate dance of teenage friendships, far more complex than any sea shanty he'd ever heard.

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BUTCHER BABIES' CARLA HARVEY To Sit Out European Tour

BUTCHER BABIES co-vocalist Carla Harvey will sit out the band's upcoming European tour with FEAR FACTORY and IGNEA in order to undergo emergency surgery on her left eye.

Harvey shared the news of her absence from the trek earlier today in a social media post. The 47-year-old singer, who co-founded BUTCHER BABIES in 2010 with fellow vocalist Heidi Shepherd, posted a photo of her performing with her bandmates, and she included the following message: "Here's a picture of a girl in her happy place; unfortunately i won't be in that happy place on the upcoming @butcherbabies Euro run. Love you all but i have to sit this one out!

"I have a history of problematic vision and I had to have a major surgery about 10 years ago in my right eye for a retinal detachment. On our summer tour the telltale symptoms repeated themselves in my left eye. I've been hoping to avoid major surgery but it is clear that it must be done. My emergency surgery will include a healing process of laying face down for a number of days with a gas bubble in my eye."

Carla added: "This is the first time in fifteen years i won't be able to join my friends on stage but right now my health and sight take precedence for me. While I am gutted that I cannot make the tour the risk of me waiting till after a tour to do such a surgery is too great and includes permanent vision loss. The beauty of having two vocalists is that Heidi can cover for me until i'm better!

"Hoping to make it out for part of this euro run...go to the shows, have a blast and support my bandmates for me! I'll see you soon!"

In the comments section, Shepherd voiced her support for her bandmate, writing: "Sending all the love and healing. We'll hold down the fort while you heal. We need those beautiful eyes to work!!! Love you!"

BUTCHER BABIES' tour with FEAR FACTORY and IGNEA is scheduled to kick off on October 27 in Nottingham, United Kingdom and conclude on December 16 in Helsinki, Finland.

BUTCHER BABIES released a double album "Eye For An Eye..." and "…'Til The World's Blind", in July. The double album celebrates the tenth anniversary of BUTCHER BABIES' critically acclaimed debut, "Goliath", released on July 9, 2013 via Century Media Records.

BUTCHER BABIES' previous album, 2017's "Lilith" was produced by Steve Evetts (THE DILLINGER ESCAPE PLAN, SEPULTURA, SUICIDE SILENCE) and marked the band's recording debut with drummer Chase Brickenden, who replaced Chris Warner in 2016.

In July 2019, longtime BUTCHER BABIES bassist Jason Klein announced his departure from the band. He has since been replaced by Ricky Bonazza.

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RedState Weekly Briefing: Biden Bumbles (and Fumbles and Mumbles) As Trump Amuses Via Latest Announcement

Welcome to 2025, and welcome to the RedState Weekly Briefing  — where we take a quick look at the week’s most viewed stories in case you missed any of them. Grab a cup of coffee (or something stronger if you're in a celebratory/holiday mood), and sit down with this 21st Century Weekend Edition of your favorite (online) publication!

#1 - Biden Flies Back From St. Croix - What He Does Next Says Everything About Him — by Nick Arama

That probably tired him out so he needed the extra vacation in Camp David. It's estimated that he's spent about 40 percent of his time occupying office on vacation, which is crazy. He's spent over 570 days off/on vacation. But is he even in charge anyway at any point? Those were just the visible days on vacation. But he's truly been checked out for most of the time, if reports are correct.  Biden isn't even finished yet with vacations. He's still planning on going to the Vatican in January to visit the Pope to seek "solace and relief." What does that even mean? What does he need relief from when he's constantly on vacation? If he's still throwing a fit over being shoved aside from the election, that's all on his Democrat buddies. He went along with it.  He and they should be apologizing for the anti-democratic act of swapping in Kamala Harris, who didn't have the primary vote for the position.  I can't wait for the big boy stairs to come back on Jan. 20.

#2 - Biden Returns From Vacation With Unexplained Injuries, Wild Remarks — by Nick Arama

Did he take a header and fall? Or did something else happen?  But according to Rosen, the White House is refusing to explain the injuries. Rosen said the White House also cancelled a press briefing that they had on the schedule for Thursday.  As we reported earlier, Biden (or an intern) posted that he had a meeting with his Homeland Security team and Kamala Harris to discuss where they were on the "terrorist attack" in New Orleans and the "car explosion" in Las Vegas. He said they would be trying to get to the bottom of things.

#3 - NEW: Possible Motive in Cybertruck Explosion Revealed — by Bonchie

That puts a bit of a different spin on his family life. Before this report, all we had were smiling pictures of him and his wife, with the reasonable assumption being they were still together. But if she left him over infidelity, that would go a long way in providing a reason for him to be suicidal. It would also explain why someone with Livelsberger's expertise on weapons and explosives would stuff some fireworks and gas canisters in the back of a steel-bodied truck and call it a day. If you assume he was trying to kill other people, that seems like a pretty big mistake. If you make the counter-assumption that he wasn't trying to kill other people, though, then it all starts to make a lot more sense. Authorities are even looking into the idea that he chose a Cybertruck specifically because it would limit any collateral damage.

#4 - WATCH: Clueless Biden Has Trouble With Questions in St. Croix - Look Who Comes to His Aid — by Nick Arama

Biden looks completely clueless and doesn't seem to understand what the reporter is saying. If you look closely, it looks like the Secret Service agent is telling Biden what they are asking him. It's only then that Biden responds, "Apparently, he did, but I haven't spoken yet with my team." 

Well, no, Putin didn't take responsibility, as we reported. And wouldn't that have been a top priority to be advised on and discuss immediately — that is, if Biden were truly in charge? And he doesn't have an opinion to offer unless he speaks to his team? Does he not know what to say without their notes? That's the implication of that response, and he doesn't even realize it. 

A reporter also asked about a "hostage update," but Biden turned away and ignored it. So much for the American hostages who have been held for more than a year. Notice Biden got more help from Hunter, who was trying to pull Joe away from the reporters to the car, saying, "Dad!" 

#5 - Trump Just Made the Most Hilarious Political Appointee Announcement in Presidential History — by Bonchie

Well, that's not exactly a ringing endorsement. It's like saying, "Yeah, she fought me for years on foreign policy and is a neocon RINO, and she'll probably get fired, but others like her so let's give it a shot." Credit where credit is due, I suppose. Trump isn't hiding the ball about his reservations regarding the appointment. Why he made it when he is already washing his hands of her, I'm not sure. Perhaps Steven Witkoff, who will be her boss, specifically requested her for the position, or maybe incoming Chief of Staff Susie Wiles likes her.  I don't know, but whatever the reason, Ortagus is starting off her new job on thin ice. In fact, the entire first paragraph seems like a bit of a warning shot to everyone who has been nominated for an executive position: Get in line, or you're gone. 

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