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alchemistc · 3 months ago

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catie i'm kissing your tags on this. especially the part about tommy thinking he's being horrifyingly open https://www.tumblr.com/alchemistc/780001978282541056?source=share

#complimentary to all of this is something i like to call Scorpio Honesty#when you try to relate to people with open vulnerability but you never do more rhan scratch the surface of an issue#but the moment you admit something you've gotta smooth it over because when you say it out loud it sounds INSANE#it SOUNDS like a trauma dump instead of a Fun Fact#and you gotta walk it back#turn heel and return the conversation to the other person#make a joke about it#deflect into something else#try to make it sexy instead#tommy does that shit over and over and over#its a learned response#because Someone Could Get In Trouble if you tell the whole honest truth#and you don't want to rock the boat#i don't necessarily think tommy has internalized any of that but#when you drop bits and pieces of lore it FEELS like you have overexposed yourself#but the truth is the way he goes about honesty there's an expectation (on his end) that you'll interpret twelve layers if bullshit#in order to understand him#he brushes off jealousy of the 118 and reverts to bucks jealousy#he brushes off daddy issues after admitting he barely speaks ro his father#he brushes off admiration of the 118 being there for each other#he brushes off the jealousy of the anniversary date with a 'youre hot makes sense'#any time he gets CLOSE to vulnerability he opens the door to let out a crumb and then slams and locks the door closed#he wants to be vulnerable but he doesn't know how#he thinks he IS being open when he alludes to things#and sometimes its not even that its painful or scary to open up#sometimes he thinks he's being HORRIFYINGLY open and doesn't realize he's dropping scraps that are impossible to follow to a bigger picture#he hasn't maintained Mystery Man out of any conscious desire to hide himself away#he just feels like he's exposing nerves when all he's really doing is showing a diagram of where they are

Mimi I hit the tag limit on that post and I was SO MAD ABOUT IT.

Gonna AND ANOTHER THING myself right here to add that Scorpio Honesty isn't actively trying to be deceitful or White Lying your way through life.

The ficlet I posted yesterday dove into that a little but unfortunately (for me) it's Very Close to a conversation I have had to have with my partner more than once because in my mind these tiny little morsels are the full fucking kit and caboodle and are just this glaringly obvious window into my brain and my trauma and my feelings when in reality, to most people in my life the blue curtains are just fucking blue.

Tommy drops crumbs about what HAPPENED, not what they made him feel or how he reacted in the face of them. He wasn't out on the job. He dated and was engaged to Abby. He was jealous of the 118. He IS jealous of Eddie. He doesn't have daddy issues (clearly a LIE Tommy jfc). He's a Kinsey six. He was in the Army. He has a an accountant cousin. He'd be interested in doing something with Buck on Saturday.

Like. Scratching the surface shit. Facts.

And on the other side of his Facts is a man who is HUNGRY for information, who drinks in facts and doesn't dig deeper unless there's already a through line to the Substack/Reddit thread/etc.

Tommy sees a man who seems to dig and dig and interpret and come to conclusions based on evidence, and honestly I think it's kind of a shock to him to realize that Buck didn't draw conclusions based on what Tommy thought was GLARING evidence. Yes, he's spooked by the jump from "We dated the same woman and also you're flustered by this woman's flirting on our anniversary and also you have clearly done NO research about your sexuality that wasn't dating and fucking me" to "I want to start the process that often ends with a forever kind of thing" but he's also definitely spooked by the sudden realization that Buck took his crumbs at face value. Because Tommy never offered a through line to more.

And Buck, who is and has been desperate for the kind of relationship where someone can be his Person, where he can be someone's Person (meanwhile Tommy is silently stewing over Buck already having a Person), is so fucking aware of boundaries and so fucking cautious about pushing too-hard too-fast too-much, that even if he DID want more out of Tommy's crumbs, he never pushed because Tommy's body language EVERY one of those times was so closed off he convinced himself to steer it into a joke, a tease, a flirt.

The miscommunication is juicy and wonderful and tears my heart to pieces because they're THERE. They want a future together. Even after so much time apart they are instantly drawn in, instantly aware that they want each other, but in the hookup they sort of switch: Tommy shooting for the stars with $7mil worth of eggs and Prosecco, Buck managing expectations.

And the miscommunication is such a juicy trope to work within but the point of it is ALWAYS to find a way forward. Sometimes the way is calling it, thanking each other, moving on. Sometimes it's demanding better of themselves and their partner. If we're looking at it from a rom-com angle and not a cautionary tale angle, the miscommunication is in the story to make a couple stronger.

They know each other, but they don't know each other. And for Tommy there's this hurdle, another man who knows Buck. For Buck there's this hurdle where he doesn't know how to get to know Tommy without pushing him away.

There's so much room for them to work on it. There's so much room for them to GROW, together and separately. The whump is delicious.

I just hope that we get to see some of it on screen.

#bucktommy #i know we won't get a deep dive this is an ensemble show #but i would like to see a start of it #hints that they are both willing and ready to crack open their ribs and expose some harsh shit about themselves #i want it #i want to see them build #tommy kinard #evan buckley

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lostintransist · 2 months ago

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This Bunny Bites | Part 15

Part 1 | AO3

You had popped home to get yourself ready. A cute matching set under a pair of gray sweatpants you stole from one ex and a band hoodie you kept from another ex and you were ready to grab everything else. A pair of ballroom heels, an aux cord that would connect to your phone, and the CBD lotion all got tossed in your bag. The case of sports drink you had snagged on the store sat on your backseat.

The sparkly heels never failed to make you smile. Todd had been in his seventies when he found you dancing at the club and loved to spend money on you. He even took you to dance classes for ballroom dance and bought the heels so you would fit in. When he passed a few years later you got an invite to his funeral. There were a lot of familiar faces in black that day.

Sasha was a dancer turned pole teacher. A dance studio and a solid income that had business records and a tax guy, the whole kit and caboodle. Staying friends with ladies as they left dancing had always been hard but Sasha, a shrewd businesswoman before all else, kept connections like coins in her pocket. A call to Sasha and you could get just about anything you need.

Many sex workers who chose the work were sharks. Tons of people thought sharks were the predators to fear in the sea. Not you. One too many nature documentaries had taught you to fear orcas. Whale Killers is what they were called before a mistranslation renamed them Killer Whales. That’s what Sasha was, a whale killer.

Cara had been texted the moment you got off the phone with Sasha. She would get back to you when she had a moment at work. The jump to the corporate world had been hard and Cara missed dancing, even though she wouldn’t say as much. Doing your due diligence as her best friend, you checked if Kyle had reached out yet in a follow-up message. Her replies came through as a single word each: yep, nope. Oh, so they were all on your shit list tonight then.

These ruthless soldiers would suffer before the night was over.

The studio had five poles in the room you rented for the night; which was more than enough room to have the men at a time practicing some basic moves. You figured you and Cara could switch off at the instructing. This wouldn’t be the first time that you and your soul mate had taught together. Cara, Sasha, and you had all worked at the same club. You and Cara would even make up random dances when things got slow.

The strip mall had enough parking to let you park closer but knowing Sasha had a class coming in later you parked further out and carried in your bag and the drinks. As much as you wanted to break the men who your brother claimed as family instead of you, the person your mother had tried to raise found her voice at the worst times, hence the lotion and the drinks.

With no sign of Sasha when you got through the door you headed left to the private room. The hardwood clicked under your shoes as the LEDs shined on you in silence. Setting the case of fluids off to one side you set the room lights to dim but not squinting levels of dark. Plugging in your phone to the speaker you queue up a generic pole playlist. You wouldn’t get caught off guard by some of your favorite dance songs and make a fool of yourself in front of them. Stripping off your outer layers you set about warming up on the pole.

You knew, by word of mouth because you were not stupid enough to ask, that sometimes Sasha still took personal clients off the books. Exploring would only land your ass in hot water, and as much as you loved a warm shower, the lava of knowledge would melt you into carbon.

They all showed up. Surprising really. You expected at least one of them to call out. Must be the brotherhood that wouldn’t allow them to lose face in front of the others.

“Holy shit.” Johnny lets out a whistle of surprise.

You were upside down on the pole when they walked in. One hand low on the pole, taking most your weight, the other pulling you up as your legs hover parallel to the floor. Glancing up as you dismount from the pole you see Cara is practicing an air walk. Cara is grace incarnate, even with all the time away from the work.

Her hair had been growing out for a few years now; her braid settled between her shoulders. The strands of silver that you had started to notice at her hairline made you love your best friend all the more. Perfectly proportionate from the shoulders down, with hints of muscle, and a killer hit of a smile, Cara can be the physical incarnation of either a goddess or cunt when she tries. You could only run with the big dogs because of her. Cara saved you in so many ways. Sometimes you wished that sexuality was a choice because she would have been yours.

All four men look like they took a flashbang to the face. Kyle, especially, looks affected. Good. Maybe he would call Cara now.

She isn’t breathing hard as she touches down. A glance over the staring eyes and they are dismissed. You’re up.

The order wasn’t repeated but it takes a few minutes for them to listen. When every man is down to his boxers and dog tags, or in Ghost’s case boxers, a wife beater, dog tags, and a surgical mask, you begin your lesson. First point, always, is safety. Once the basics are covered you show them three moves, a 360, a fireman, and a back hook. Your goal is to get them used to spinning and getting their feet off the ground. Learning to trust themselves and the pole can be a whole lesson on its own.

Cara, by unspoken agreement, had taken charge of Kyle and Johnny. That left you to handle Ghost and Price. Something about turning on your teaching brain lets you focus on their moves and not on the bodies before you. Obviously, you noticed the collection of tattoos that lay like ruins under the coating of Price’s body hair. You also noticed how Ghost’s tattoo sleeve extended to his shoulder, intricate details that you wanted draped over your shoulder. You also discovered his ditch-water blond hair. Would his beard be blond?

Price, after the fifth time of attempting a 360, started to get red in the face. He could do this, he has the grip strength but he either failed to get the pole spinning before he tried or chickened out if he was moving.

Kyle is the first one to get his feet off the ground. Cara gives a few light claps before making him do it again. The glance at Johnny has you getting Cara’s attention on him with a jerk of your chin. His hands were too close together for what he was trying.

Switching your attention back to Price you watch a moment. Tapping him on the arm with two fingers you wait for his attention. Once both feet are on the ground, brows furrowed, and hands on his hips you give him instruction.

“Let’s try the back hook instead, seems like you need to feel secure. Put one hand on the bar, good.” Pointing at yourself and moving as you speak you explain the next step, “With your outside foot take one step, then when your inside foot steps instead of letting it touch down on the floor hook it over the bar.”

Ghost had been watching, and seemingly not staring at your tits or your ass. Shame that. You picked this set deliberately because of the amount of ass cheek that the cut showed off and how the sheer fabric of the bra cups kept you secure but teased the shape and darkness of your nipples.

Both men followed your instructions. And both made it up.

Ghost made a comment to Price, and called the fates to bowl a strike on their night.

“Knew it wasn’t that hard if so many birds can do it,” he lifted a brow at Price who chuckled.

Cara huffed a disbelieving laugh and muttered loud enough to carry across the room. “Fools. The gods only listen to fools after dark.”

Apollo must have kissed Cara’s bloodline long ago because Kyle went down within minutes. After a series of moves, he looked nauseous, hand gripping the pole with such a tight grip the color of his knuckles changed. You caught sight of him in the mirror.

“Kyle, ass on the floor now,” the command bounced off the mirror as you started toward your bag.

The hand not on the pole formed a fist and pressed tight to his mouth as he slid to the ground. By the time he settled against the hardwood, your bag was being thrown down near his feet and you were uncrossing his legs to get them elevated.

“Back to spinning Captain, you’re not in charge tonight.” You catch Price’s eye in the mirror as he nearly to his down man. Without moving your gaze you continue, “Kyle lay flat for me. Now tell me, dizzy or vertigo?”

“Vertigo.”

Nodding, you shoo Price with a flick of your fingers. The man had a problem taking orders. Settling into a kneeling position near his shoulder you watch his face.

“Alright, that’s something we can deal with. Does this happen often?”

“Eh,” Kyle waggled his hand to and fro, “Fell out of a chopper, don’t deal well with spinning since.”

Even if you had been working you wouldn’t have been able to stop the impressed look from settling on your face. He grinned at your expression. Pressing the pad of your forefinger to his forehead lightly you scowl down at him.

“Don’t let it get to your head lover boy. Sometimes men can do impressive things.”

The crazy glare you see your brother throw Kyle is promptly ignored. You were trying civility on for size tonight. Once Kyle feels well enough to sit up you help him up. When you stand on your knees the man ends up eye level with your tits. Oop. There it is. The startled glance from your nipples to your eyes has you waggling your brows with a smirk and standing. Kyle rises easily, happy to be set to the side with a sports drink as his stomach settles. You kick your bag across the floor until it is out of the way.

Ghost goes down next. In the split second when all his weight hung by an arm before his leg secured the pole something in his shoulder shifted. The barest dip in his body and the grunt from his mouth told you what had happened. It was a pretty common injury. Not quite a dislocation but his shoulder wasn’t seated perfectly anymore. Crossing the room in a few short strides you hooked an arm around his middle and walked him back by force of personality alone. Man had to be at least double your weight; most of your weight being muscle. He moved willingly.

Directing him to sit next to Kyle you wait until his long legs are settled mostly straight to straddle his thigh. You pay no mind to the shift in his boxers. You’d salivate later.

“Alright, let’s see here,” you don’t ask permission before you start rubbing your fingers into the joint. Yep, exactly what you expected. His shoulder is tight, all of the muscles fighting to keep Ghost’s arm from moving any further out of place than it had already done so.

“Kyle, in my bag should be a container of lotion. Would you grab that?”

Kyle, helpful man he is, opened and presented the lotion to you. Scooping out a healthy amount on your fingers you press it firmly in and around Ghost’s shoulder. Some breaths from him escape as whines and others as grunts of pain.

Once the lotion is absorbed, and the CBD doing its best to relax his muscles, you pinch Ghost’s forearm between your elbow and your waist. Your other hand settles on his tricep.

“This is gonna feel funny, just focus on keeping your shoulder relaxed,” you lean back as you talk to him. You stretch until that point where his body fights, the connections unwilling to give anymore. Once there you slowly release his arm back feeling to ensure that it seats correctly. When no odd tension arises and all pressure on his arm has ceased you pat Ghost where you still hold him.

“Doing alright? How’s the shoulder feel?”

He lifted his arm off you, stretching and rotating it.

“Better than the last time physio had their hands on me, that’s for damn sure.”

With a grin you stand, shin purposefully brushing sensitive areas as you rise.

“Glad to hear it, I do like leaving men better than I found them…” You smile down at Ghost and Kyle in what one man had called your man-eating grin and continue, “Sometimes.”

A commotion of swears and thuds of heels hitting the floor has you spinning in time to see Johnny go down in a mess of limbs. Price stopped his spinning and helped your brother up. The rage in his face made Johnny look exactly like your father did. It slapped you like a sneaker wave, determined to drag you out to see and let the whale killers have you if the ocean didn’t kill you first.

Part 14 | Part 16

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dangerpronebuddie · 26 days ago

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I think it's time for a new tag list! We've changed our urls so much I can hardly keep track anymore, so! We're gonna do things a little different. Hopefully I can keep better track of y'all! 😊

If you would like to be tagged for WIP games and snippets, interact with this post.

If you'd like to be tagged for only ao3 posts, interact with this post.

If you'd like to be tagged for my art (it's rare but it happens lmao), interact with this post.

The whole kit and caboodle? Interact with this post right here!

Please note: my dear mutuals, y'all are getting tagged either way. Alas, you are stuck with me. 🥰

#maggie.txt #maggie's taglist

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prof-dr-worm · 4 months ago

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My silly little head canon is that the batkids train to do the disappearing bit Bruce does with Gordon (and other people) but, as with all things, they make a contest out of it, that has become a staple of the batkid game nights.

I imagine it as a mix between red light green light and you laugh you loose. One of them, usually Barbara (she used to play but due to her condition she would be at a serious disadvantage) has to turn around for a preset amount of time and the others have to change something as fast and elaborate as possible, without making any noise.

They each have their individual styles.

Dick usually does gymnastic forms in freezeframe, handstands, splits, the whole kit and caboodle.

Jason goes for simple but elaborate changes to his clothes. Simplest of all of course, headwear, his helmet, Bruce's cowel. More impressively pants and t shirts (under dress shirts). As a neat touch he also changes books mid read.

Tim always goes for a sitting position, either how he sits to a very silly degree, upside down, sideways, somehow always balancing his laptop as if he were sitting upright. If he does sit normally, he moves to different chairs, couches or other pieces of furniture, cramped between the top of a bookshelf and the ceiling.

Steph and Duke go for silly meme poses, moving toward or away from the person turning around.

Similarly to Dick, Cass holds dance and ballet moves/poses in freezeframe, especially those where she has to contourt herself for style points.

Damian does not do things like the others, he changes things in the background, swapping pictures, smuggling his pets into the room before returning to his original position.

An early version of this was much more subtle, trying to fuck a little with Bruce, by changing little details. They only stopped playing with him because he caught on and became better and better at spotting differences.

#batfam #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #tim drake #duke thomas #stephanie brown #bruce wayne

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fearfulfertility · 3 months ago

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CONFIDENTIAL TRANSCRIPT

To: Senator [REDACTED], Congressional Committee on Population Sustainability

From: Director [REDACTED], Department of Reproductive Compliance

Date: [REDACTED]

Subject: Operational Justification of Surrogate Conscription

EXECUTIVE SUMMARY

Recent census data indicate reproduction rates have risen to [REDACTED]%, a significant improvement in national fertility rates and surpassing the [REDACTED]% emergency threshold used initially to justify surrogate conscription. While positive, abandoning our highly effective operational framework at this stage would pose political risks and threaten the stability we’ve carefully built. This transcript outlines the necessity and strategic value of continuing the surrogate conscription program, emphasizing its critical role in political control, administrative stability, and public perception.

MEETING TRANSCRIPT

Participants:

Director [REDACTED] – Department of Reproductive Compliance

Senator [REDACTED] – Congressional Committee on Population Sustainability

Location: Executive Lounge, DRC Headquarters

Date & Time: [REDACTED], 17:30 hours

[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]

Director [REDACTED]

Well, Senator, I suppose you’ve seen the latest census numbers—fertility's up across the board. Technically speaking, our crisis justification is fading quicker than expected. Some eager folks up on Capitol Hill might think this means we need to roll back the conscription program.

Senator [REDACTED]

Aw, c'mon now, Director. Ya ain’t thinkin’ about pullin’ the plug just ’cause a few extra babies got born, are ya? Shoot, son, half the fun of bein' up here is keepin' folks convinced there's a crisis. Gives us room to maneuver, ya see.

Director [REDACTED]

Exactly my thought, Senator. We've created something far too useful to just hand it back. The department’s grown into a real political powerhouse. Thousands of jobs depend on it—not to mention a few bits of fun here and there. Honestly, why would we want to walk away from all that?

Senator [REDACTED]

Couldn't agree more, friend. Hell, between you an' me, the DRC's become as American as apple pie—folks’d probably be suspicious if we didn’t keep this thing runnin’. Besides, plenty of my colleagues have gotten mighty comfortable with the perks, if ya catch my drift. Be a shame to disrupt their fun... uh… good fortune.

Director [REDACTED]

Oh, I absolutely catch your drift, Senator. The truth is, this program provides more than just babies. It provides stability, consistency—and the boys certainly are beautiful once their nice and plump? Plus, ending it now would open up a whole can of ethical worms. People might start asking awkward questions. I'd prefer we not give them that opportunity.

Senator [REDACTED]

Ha! Ethical worms, that's rich. The day we start worryin' ’bout ethics in this building is the day we both retire early, am I right? Nah, the public's happier thinkin' we're savin' civilization, one preggo whore at a time. Makes a mighty fine talkin' point at the barbecue, too. Folks eat it right up.

Director [REDACTED]

Couldn’t have said it better myself. Politically, this whole operation has been gold. We’ve built something that keeps the administration looking heroic and decisive—people trust us to handle things, no questions asked. Why let reality spoil a good time?

Senator [REDACTED]

Amen, brother. Look, just write up somethin' fancy ’bout demographic stabilization or some such thing. Keep the tone cautious, say we’re monitorin’ the situation, buy us another [REDACTED], maybe a solid [REDACTED] years easy. You know how the game goes—nobody reads the fine print anyway.

Director [REDACTED]

Perfect. We'll frame it as necessary caution—no rush to celebrate just yet. As long as the public believes there's still work to do, they'll never question our operations. That gives us political cover indefinitely.

Senator [REDACTED]

Exactly! And let’s be honest, the jobs, the contracts—hell, the whole kit and caboodle—it’s got a momentum of its own. It’d be downright unpatriotic to turn that gravy train around now. My friends up in Congress would tar and feather anyone who tried to put a stop to it.

Director [REDACTED]

Then we’re agreed. We stay the course. Keep everyone employed, comfortable, and blissfully unaware. I'll draft the usual vague assurances of ongoing evaluation—make it sound reassuringly scientific and absolutely necessary.

Senator [REDACTED]

Sounds mighty fine. Ya know, Director, it’s always good catchin’ up. Folks out there think we're all business, but they don’t know how much fun we have keepin’ this circus runnin’.

Director [REDACTED]

Couldn’t agree more, Senator. I’ll send you the draft memo tomorrow morning. Let’s keep the good times running.

Senator [REDACTED]

Speakin' of good times, I gotta hand it to ya, Director. That little visit you arranged for me at Site [REDACTED]—that was somethin' else. Beautiful beach, sunshine, nothin' but relaxation. And them two boys you sent to keep me company? Well, son, let’s just say you sure know how to show an old senator a mighty fine time.

Director [REDACTED]

Glad you enjoyed yourself, Senator. I made sure those two were hand-picked… and heavily dosed with the [REDACTED] serum to make them… very compliant. Consider it my personal thanks for all the unwavering support you've thrown our way.

Senator [REDACTED]

Ha! Well, I appreciate it. Tell ya what, seein' ’em relax and enjoyin' themselves out there on the beach was a real treat. Could hardly believe how big they were gettin', though. Good lord, Director, you're certainly keepin' those boys productive.

Director [REDACTED] (laughs):

You know my motto—maximum output, maximum efficiency. Those two were some of our top performers, too. Healthy, fit, very full. Figured you'd appreciate the quality assurance firsthand.

Senator [REDACTED]

Quality assurance indeed! Now, I've seen my fair share of your compounds and your boys in various stages—but relaxin' with 'em out there on that beach? That was a whole new level. Ya know, it was almost surreal, watchin' those young fellas soak up the sun with bellies so big they couldn’t even stand without help. Lord Almighty, Director, ya sure keep ’em productive, don't ya?

Director [REDACTED]

Hope they met expectations?

Senator [REDACTED]

Exceeded ’em, Director! You know, though, watchin' them big boys struggle to move even a few inches—felt like watchin' turtles flipped on their backs. Cute turtles, mind ya, but stuck all the same. But heck, your boys were always eager to climb into my lap for some attention. Pure entertainment and a little bit o' acrobatics, all rolled into one.

Director [REDACTED]

Well, Senator, we like to think of it as motivational entertainment. Besides, there are worse ways to spend the weekend. And, of course, we didn't want them too active. Can't risk early deliveries outside compound oversight.

Senator [REDACTED]

Truth be told, I almost felt bad knowin' what awaited ’em afterward. But, hey, least they got one last vacation outta the deal, right? You spoil 'em, Director.

Director [REDACTED]

Only the best, Senator. Besides, these little "field trips" help boost morale among the handlers, too. A few perks here and there go a long way in keeping the whole operation running smooth.

Senator [REDACTED]

Exactly. Keepin’ spirits high, and bellies round, eh? That’s the ticket. You keep arrangin' trips like that one, and you'll never hear me complain, I guarantee it.

Director [REDACTED]

Duly noted, Senator. Consider it standard operational procedure going forward. Anything else I can arrange for you?

Senator [REDACTED]

I'll let ya know, son. I'll let ya know.

[END TRANSCRIPT]

CONCLUSION

Given its strategic and political value, the recent positive fertility indicators do not justify dismantling the surrogate conscription program. Sustaining current operations provides employment stability, preserves political advantage, and ensures ongoing public confidence. The continuation of the surrogate conscription initiative remains both pragmatically and politically indispensable.

Respectfully submitted,

Director [REDACTED], DRC

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ADDENDUM

RE: Follow-Up on Surrogates from Senator [REDACTED]’s Recent Visit to Site [REDACTED]

This addendum documents the current status of Surrogates S-142-244-M and S-129-129-O, who accompanied Senator [REDACTED] during his recent recreational visit to Site [REDACTED].

Surrogate S-142-244-M (Tridecuplets) entered labor [REDACTED] days following the Senator’s departure. After successful delivery of all 13 offspring, surrogate health rapidly deteriorated, resulting in expiration approximately [REDACTED] minutes post-delivery. Cause of expiration confirmed as [REDACTED] due to extreme [REDACTED].

Surrogate S-129-129-O (Quindecuplets) commenced active labor approximately [REDACTED] hours following the Senator's departure, successfully delivering 15 offspring. Post-delivery vitals indicated severe [REDACTED] rupture and systemic exhaustion, resulting in expiration [REDACTED] minutes after delivering the final fetus.

All offspring from both surrogates survived birth and have been transferred to standard neonatal processing. No further action is required.

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pseudowho · 6 months ago

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Haitch house isn't fully unpacked, but it's close! This is the aftermath of all the preparation. The late nights decorating before we moved in. The preconceived aesthetics. The whole kit and caboodle.

In the two days since we have moved in, we've decorated and unpacked and prepped for Christmas...and now we breathe. Here are some peeks of the best current progress...

Thank you all for your messages and love throughout this busy time. It's been a fantastic balm for the stress.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

#pseudowho #pseudowho answers you #haitch #Mrhaitch #Haitch house

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lyricalt · 27 days ago

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PK2025: 07. Kiss on the Back

Pridekisses - Prompt List 2025

TF2 - BLU Sniper/RED Sniper(/RED Spy/BLU Spy - mentioned) - rated: G

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“Lay around like that, mate, a spy’s gonna getcha,” Reddy tells Sniper.

Sniper doesn’t move from his spot on the ground. He’s laying prone in a proper sniping position, rifle propped on a tripod, the whole kit and caboodle on a rooftop. The sound of Reddy’s footsteps are directly behind him, meaning the dumbfuck is standing, which means anyone can look up and see them chatting. He lets out a silent exhale and adjusts his lens. Still doesn’t move though. Vantage’s too good to give up.

“Doubt a spy’s gonna get me, seeing as the two of them are flirting down the way,” he mutters.

“Yeah?” Reddy asks, kneeling down next to him. He should be really getting out his own damn scope, but he only tries to peer through Sniper’s. “They really flirting, or are they-”

“Arguing,” Sniper says, waving him off. “‘Bout the coffee, it seems.”

Not surprising, considering Rouge and Bleu can manage to provoke debates about any minuscule thing, including highly recommended local cafes with tiny coffee cups. Reddy snorts.

They lapse into comfortable silence. Sniper watches the spies swap their coffees no less than seven times. He thinks he sort of understands their kind of flirting now. It’s maddening, but Bleu hasn’t stopped with that half-smile of his, and Rouge has been steadily scooting his chair closer over the course of the hour.

Meanwhile, Reddy’s hand settles between Sniper’s shoulder blades, almost like having a spotter, except spotters don’t often lean into their gunner’s spaces. Sniper twitches. Reddy’s just out of his periphery, and the only way Sniper can see him is to look over his shoulder.

Sniper keeps his eye to the scope, content to keep quiet, and considers it a small victory when Reddy is the first to speak.

“You plan on chaperoning their entire date, or can we do our own thing?” Reddy asks, the weight of his hand growing heavy at Sniper’s back as he hunkers down.

Sniper doesn’t turn around, but he does smirk.

“Maybe I don’t need to worry about spies,” he says. “Maybe I should be watchin’ my back for other snipers, eh?”

There’s a lighter touch at his back, the feel of Reddy’s forehead pressing at the center of Sniper’s back. Both spies would’ve been tripping over themselves for the chance to have that specific spot left open for so long.

But Rouge and Bleu are enjoying their coffees. They don’t need to know.

“Should’ve,” Reddy agrees, and kisses him again.

#snipercest #snipersniper #sniperspy #promptfic #tf2 #sniper²spy²

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genderkoolaid · 2 years ago

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Rating Yonic Words (Very Logical and Unbiased and Scientific and Impartial)

Vagina et al. - 2/10. Hard* "g" sound is awful. Its a chewy word. Would be better with a soft "g" like in the french vagin, but even thats like, 5/10. Also way overused to describe the whole set when its only the main hole, but its also the proper clinical word for said hole. "Vag" is slightly better but carries the sin of the father (hard "g"), and va-jay-jay is a solid 0. You just doubled the worst sound here. Its the yonic Cain.

*not actually hard, my brain is just too french, but i don't think this sound deserves to be called soft. it's a chewy g. forgive me for my lies

Vulva - 10/10. Love him. "V" sounds flow so nicely. You could sing this in an opera. Also actually refers to the whole kit n caboodle. May be a little clinical for some but we can change that. We can make it horny. You can help me make it horny. Betty Dodson would want you to help me make it horny.

Pussy - 7/10. Gets some points for being a classic, and its decent sounding. But the "s" sounds aren't the best, especially alongside the "p" sound. Its just a little too harsh and kind of juvenile. Good for a laff.

Punani et al. - 2 to 7/10. Gets cool points for being a descendant of the Akan language through Jamaican creole. Gets a range of points because I'm grouping poontang (bad word to say and hear) in with punani (a clear 7)

Labia - 10/10. Vulva's lovely twin. Another word you could sing. The "b" sound isn't offputting- it flows nicely between the elegant "L" and "ia." Again, a bit clinical, but so good to say. Labia (the word and the body part) deserve more love.

Fanny - 0/10. Pussy's worse sounding cousin. Replacing the "s" sounds with "n" removes the flow of pussy, which makes this the yonic-linguistic equivalent of going down a dry waterslide.

Cunt - 10/10. Its like a punch in a good way. Not too harsh, but makes its point clearly; a well-rounded sound. Can be comedic and horny but its not too unserious. Good mouthfeel. I'm a big cunt fan. Can also be an insult, but such is the way of sex organs. Such a versatile word.

Coochie - 4/10. Sorry to the coochie lovers out there but my god? The "ch" sound? Awful to hear. Get that out of my genitalia. Gets points for comedic use, which I respect.

Twat - 2/10. Sounds like the sound made when Batman decks some guy in the face. The "t" sounds here are just unpleasant, and when combined with "æ" it gets worse. Sorry Brits & co. </3

Clitoris / Clit - 9/10. Important organ we all know and love. Both long & short versions sound good, although I think it could be smoother. Way better clinical term than vagina, but I wish we had wider options for him.

Snatch - 3/10. I'm not a fan of the sounds at play here (once again, get "ch" out of here), but I find this word really funny. I cannot imagine this being used hornily. It sounds like the name of a delightful cryptid.

Quim - 4/10. What are you, from the 1700s? I think it sounds alright, the "q" isn't abrasive, but unless you are writing historical fiction it just doesn't sound right.

Any and All Metaphorical Words - 1/10. Never work outside of extremely horny contexts or jokes. Gets one point for extremely horny contexts and jokes.

#this post brought to you by a conversation i had with myself a few nights ago #m.

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