#white Lies

[canirove]

Natalie Dormer in “White Lies” | s01e05

[socialbutterfly19]

New direction

[anon-e-miss]

White Lies - 4

Prowl waddled down the long hallway. He did not know why he had been called to the Ark’s entrance. The humans had been talking about something called a baby shower. It was customary to give gifts to the human mother before her baby emerged. In Praxus, bitlets were not even given designations until they had survived a vorn. Yet, Prowl was already thinking of the bitlets by designations, though he told himself they were just nicknames. Praxus was gone, even if they were still on Cybertron, there was nothing left of his home state but a crater. Embracing human traditions, to a degree, was not a terrible idea but he could not convince himself that celebrating the bitlets before they emerged was wise. Something could yet go horribly wrong.

He cradled his swollen forge as he turned and saw sunlight. There was a crowd at the entrance and Prowl considered turning around and going back inside. His spark was racing. He was not sure why his spark was racing. The bitlets were jostling for space in his swollen forge. Ratchet had no idea how long this carrying would be. With the complications of the Earth’s sun’s effect on his systems and the fact he was carrying multiples, there was really no knowing. What Ratchet was certain of was that it was not yet safe for them to come. If they did come early, Ratchet did not have the equipment to do much for them. The Ark had no NICU. Prowl could only hope they gave him less trouble then their progenitor. With the way they were twisting and turning, they were as active as him.

“Prowl!” Prime turned, smiling widely at him. Prowl stopped mid step. He narrowed his optics. “Come. Primus has another miracle for you.”

“A miracle?” Prowl asked. Ironhide stepped aside. Prowl’s optics went wide. The face he had drawn stared back at him, smiling sweetly. He knew the field. It did not matter what face Meister wore, Prowl knew him.

“Hey Sweetspark.”

For a time, there was nothing. Prowl heard Ratchet muttering about him being overclocked. Offended, Prowl lifted his helm. He clenched his dented when he realized he was in Meister’s arms. What did he do? Tell them Jazz was an intention to disguise the fact he had let a Decepticon get him with spark? Did he tell them, before he had been relegated to the Ark, he had gone on those long patrols in the hopes of rendezvous with his criminal paramour? It had been an unprofessional and unacceptable arrangement when he had been an enforcer. It had become treason when Prowl had enlisted in the Autobots while Meister had enlisted with the Decepticons. No, Prowl could say nothing and the smirking aft knew it.

“I am fine!” Prowl hissed, perhaps too sharply. Meister, the damnable lecher crooned to him.

“Y’re tired, Sweetspark. When was the last time ya recharged? Don’t tell me yer still livin’ on that rocket fuel?”

Oh damn him.

“Take the time you need, Prowl,” Prime told him and then he left Prowl alone, with the lupinoid in sheepacron’s plating, to parse the human proverb.

“What are you doing here?” Prowl snarled as he wriggled out of Meister’s grasp.

“News o’ yer conditions got to the Nemisis,” Meister told him. “Ya got Megatron in quite a tizzy.”

“Boo hoo,” Prowl retorted and Meister chortled.

“Considerin’ how big ya are, he’s figurin’ Prime’s been servicin’ ya ‘n he is one jealous bucket o’ bolts”

“How is this my problem?” Prowl asked. “I have had the largest bounty on my helm of any Autobot since the beginning.”

“He wants ya alive,” Meister told him, with no trace of his irreverent humour. “Got the orders here. He wants to punish ya for yer audacity. Starscream figures he can make ya a broodcarrier like the Ancients did.”

“And what do you figure?” Prowl asked. “That I would just go along with whatever scheme you have created? I am not going anywhere with you.”

“I don’t share,” Meister said. “Y’re mine. So I can’t have Megatron or that shriekin’ pidgenoid gettin’ their servos on ya.”

“So you think I would runaway with you?” Prowl asked.

“No,” Meister replied. “I figured this was as good a time as any to defect.”

“You... you cannot be serious, you think I would recommend you?” Prowl asked.

“I think ya made yerself a pretty lil cover,” Meister replied. “‘N yer friends bought it. Just call me Jazz.”

“You are mad. Absolutely mad,” Prowl grumbled. “They will figure it out.”

“Nah,” Meister replied. “They ain’t that bright, that’s why they have ya. ‘N I got it all sorted out. Always got a plan when I gotta drop one face for the next. Changed my designation so many times, I don’t even remember which one I onlined wit.”

“That is depressing, not wholesome,” Prowl retorted and Meister chortled again.

“We did come from different sides o’ the track, Sweetspark. I emerged in the mines ‘n ya onlined in a factory. We were both created to be slaves. We both found different ways out.”

“Do you honestly think I am going to just allow you to make yourself at home on the Ark?” Prowl asked.

“Don’t like this is the first time I’ve been on yer base,” Meister chastised him.

“This is different and you know it!” Prowl snapped.

“O’ course its different, y’re carryin’ my bitty,” Meister replied. “‘N I take care o’ what’s mine.”

“Bitties,” Prowl sighed.

“Bitties?” Meister asked.

“You ensparked me with triplets!” Prowl hissed and with the strange radiation from the Earth’s sun, I have no idea how long this carrying will be.”

“Triplets...” Meister stared at him.

“Triplets,” Prowl confirmed. “I would have had to have kindled the last time on Cybertron. I do not know how they survived stasis lock.”

“They’re rooted to a strong spark,” Meister replied.

“Aft,” Prowl grumbled.

“No Con can get ya when ‘m around, Copbot,” Meister told him, stroking his lower lipplate with his thumb. “No one can get to yer bitties.”

“What about you?” Prowl asked.

“If I’d wanted to drag ya back to the Nemesis, ya gave me plenty o’ chances,” Meister reminded him and Prowl flushed. “‘M thinkin’ Prime ‘n Ratchet got the right idea. Y’re best kept right here.”

Right here. Prowl moaned as Meister seized him, kissing him hard. A moment later, and Prowl was on his berth, legs dangled over the side. Meister stood between them and Prowl could not pretend not to want him there. With deft digits, the saboteur stripped him, discarding the maternity armour on the floor. It had been a long time since the Decepticon had seen him nude, and his frame had changed a great deal. Prowl watched Meister rove his frame with his optics before almost reverently touching Prowl’s swollen middle. He startled when they kicked and then he grinned. Prowl’s lingering temper softened a little. Just a little. Meister thumbed his nozzles and Prowl shivered; they had become so sensitive.

“Ah!” Prowl gasped as Meister rubbed his anterior node and down his thick folds. Their colour was a darker gold now. There was no hiding how wet he was. The berth beneath his aft was soaked. “Oh... M...”

“Jazz,” Meister reminded him. “That’s what ya called me.”

“Mmm!” Prowl arched his back as Meister crooked two digits in side of him and rubbed his gamma cluster.

“Gotta yell my designation when ya cum,” Meister told him. “Never know if someone’s listening.”

“Ack!” Prowl bucked and writhed.

“Ya picked the designation, Sweetspark,” Meister teased him. “Say it. Say.”

“Jazz!” Prowl gasped.

“That’s it,” Meister purred. He held Prowl’s legs wide apart. Prowl knew what was coming, though he could not see through his forge. Still, he felt the pressure and the weight of Meister’s spike against his wet and engorged folds. “Tell’m who’s fraggin’ ya.”

“Unh,” Prowl moaned as Meister sheathed his spike in a single, slow thrust.

“If I’d known how sexy ya’d be heavy I’d o’ sparked ya up long ago,” Meister told him. He fragged Prowl in long, firm strokes of his spike. Prowl’s wells shook each time he thrust home. “Y’re hotter than the smelter!”

“Mm...!” Prowl exclaimed.

“Jazz,” Meister reminded him. “Gonna cum screamin’ that designation, Sweetspark.”

“Damn... yooooouuuuu,” Prowl cried as Meister fragged him slowly and surely, in perfect control. “Frag me!”

“Pretty sure I am,” Meister laughed.

“Properly!” Prowl growled.

He was on his knees, laying over a pillowed. His servos were tied together and them tied to the berth. Meister had declared he would keep Prowl tied to the berth until he could do nothing but scream the designation he had assigned Meister. No one would be bothered if Prowl hid away in his berth for a while. Ratchet would even be pleased. They would not guess Meister was keeping him their, keeping him full of spike and making up for the contributions he had not provided. Prowl moaned into the pillow as Jazz squeezed his wells and nipped at his doorwings as he fragged him from behind. Meister sucked on his wells as Prowl rode him. As he overloaded, before falling limp on Meister’s chassis, Prowl screamed:

“Jazz!”

[alwaysbewoke]

[ausetkmt]

[reasoningdaily]

Racial Slurs Carved Into Swimmer's Body

We need the story to be pushed to the heavens. everyone needs to know what happened at Gettysburg College to this young man.

Why would white swim team classmates think it was funny or permissible to take a box cutter and carve the n-word into their black teammates chest?

There's a whole lot wrong with this picture please pay attention and pass the word we have to do something because this is going too far

[ahhnutbunnies]

Was thinking about why the fae would want to swap children or take humans to their realm and I've come to the conclusion that it's mostly about lying.

A human can tell you you're the most beautiful thing they've ever seen. Or make a less hurtful excuse for why they don't want to do something when theyre upset with you for something you can't control.

I imagine fae toddlers are just as insufferable as human toddlers with their questions and demands, but not being able to (harmlessly) lie and say things like "blue's clues went bed because she needs rest just like you" would be incredibly unpleasant.

I imagine the fae want good liars, and admire the human ability to lie. They want secretaries who can say their schedule's full, messengers who can deceive their enemies.

I think it would be really funny if one of the Fair Folk became fascinated with affirmations and decided the favor some mortal owed them was saying their morning affirmations for them because they can't.

[nofatclips-home]

Tokyo by White Lies - Director: David Pablos

[seldonhari]

Jared Harris in White Lies (1997) x

[canirove]

Natalie Dormer in "White Lies" | s01e04

[editfandom]

Edie Hansen - White Lies, S01E02

[renegadeurbanmediasource]

They desperately want to erase this! DeSantis claims he doesn’t want to teach kids that their country is “evil”. Or making kids feel “guilty”. If u haven’t done anything why feel guilty? I don’t have Black guilt every time a White person is killed! I didn’t kill them! THIS IS REAL HISTORY!

[alwaysbewoke]

the lies white people have to tell themselves to keep up this lie of white superiority and innocence are always hilarious.

[kuzgunun-unuttugu]

Ben hep kıyında köşende kaldım, hiç sana varamadım.

[thisnoisemademe]

White Lies

Gorilla, Manchester 4.7.24

[reasoningdaily]

A Classist Double-Standard of "the Black Intelligentsia"

yassss Sunn m'Cheaux, speak brother speak