#cab thoughts

[caberzatto]

thoughts of dry-riding rafe on his yacht on a hot summer day on my mind :/

18+ content mndi

the sun was beating down on your back, making you all hot and muggy and uncomfortable as you sat on your boyfriend, straddling his hips. the scent of husky cologne and suncream filled your nostrils, a direct result of your face being buried right in the crook of rafe's neck.

his hands lazily fiddled with the tie-straps of your bikini bottoms that sat high on either sides of your waist, grazing his fingers languidly over your spf-coated skin as you sluggishly moved against him.

you returned the gesture, your fingernails drawing shapes on his bare back, grinding down on his cock through his swimming trunks in the process. his focus right now is solely on you. on making you feel good. letting you take exactly what you need as you sit atop him, beneath the blazing sun.

"'ts it, princess...jus' take what you need, baby."

hushed moans left your lips at your boyfriend's words, continuing to relieve the clammy discomfort you've been feeling while sitting on the leather cushions of his yacht, pressed against his body.

in one of his hands, he held the string of your bikini bottoms, which was tied into a neat bow, between his thumb and index finger, before gently tugging on the stretchy fabric and letting one side of the garment come undone, fall loosely off your midsection.

you lifted your hips slightly off rafe's, letting one of your hands to snake from his back, down to your pussy, pushing the loose material of the swimsuit to the side. the new lack of coverage on your lower half allowed for much more friction as you settled back down on his lap.

rafe's hard cock bulged through his trunks as you moved back and forth against him, your face still concealed in his neck but now dipping down to pepper kisses along his collarbone. his shorts rubbed against your clit, the friction of the fabric mixed with the feeling of his dick thrusting up into you and brushing against your folds was enough to have you make a mess of his lap, covering it with your arousal in a matter of minutes.

"feels 's'good, rafe...'s'good, gonna cum." you babbled into his neck, continuing to squirm over him, keeping an unhurried pace.

"yeah, princess? gonna cum all over my trunks, huh? 'ts it, pretty girl...make a mess all over my lap, yeah?"

"mhm...gonna-hmm, fuck-"

your back arched at the way rafe's cock bucked up against you a certain way, sending a fluttering feeling straight to your core as you pushed your breasts firmly against his chest. his gaze flickered up from your pussy on his lap, to the full skin of your tits. the suncream you had applied earlier gave them a glowy shine, highlighting their plump, round shape and the way they swayed as you continuously shifted your body.

a low groan caught in his throat as he took in the sight of you grinding on his clothed dick, tits mashed against his toned chest, eyes low and hooded with fatigue from sitting in the sun for far too long. strands of his hair had fallen out from the cap he had on, falling casually over his forehead.

rafe spread his legs further apart, providing you with more access to his large cock and allowing you to sink further down onto it. taking full advantage of the new position, you quickened your pace ever so slightly, drawing out your long-awaited release.

"mmm, gonna cum, rafe," your voice so whiny and distressed and needy. a sound that rafe could listen to on repeat every second of every day.

"c'mon, baby, make a mess on me, pretty girl c'mon, that's it..."

"mmm oh f-ffuckkk-" your steady thrusts over his hips turned into shudders as you slowed to a stop, wrapping your arms tightly around your boyfriend's neck.

you lifted your head off his shoulder to finally meet his gaze, only to find him staring down at the mess you made all over his lap with his mouth slightly ajar. white, sticky liquid coated his swimming trunks, causing wet, sloppy sounds whenever either of you shifted

a soft hum left your lips and you moved your hands from rafe's neck to his chest, lightly tracing circles over his skin. finally, he lifted his to meet your eyes, a small smile playing on his lips, "did s'fucking good f'me, princess."

you returned the smile, pressing a quick peck to his lips before placing your head back on his shoulder and shutting your eyes. no longer caring about the sun beating down on your back.

okayyy, so this is my first time writing a blurb, still getting used to it tbh. I'm a person who naturally writes A LOT, lmao, so I still have to get used to wiring only like 200 words or so for blurbs.

very out of my comfort zone to say the least, but I love me a cute little blurb so I wanna start writing more of them. anywaysss hope you guys enjoy this one, please let me know if there's anything else you'd like to see from me, my messages are OPEN <333.

[altruistic-meme]

thinking about Dazai in stormbringer not only giving Chuuya the option NOT to use corruption bc if he did then he would never know if he was truly human or not, but also doing everything he could to buy Chuuya the time to make that decision- even going insofar as to think about how 2 minutes wasn't enough time to decide but that there was no way to get more than that. and he was already trying to figure out how to defeat Verlaine without making Chuuya use corruption, because if Chuuya had said no then Dazai was not going to force him

[so-true-jestie]

i find it hilarious that Lockwood and Co. casually catches cabs in the middle of cases. does it get really awkward when there's a lanky overdressed kid and his girlfriend with horribly smudged eyeliner sitting in your backseat, dripping with Thames water, and he's begging her to talk to him and she refuses because he nearly got them killed over a bet with Kipps

[penultimatestalematewithdeath]

Wait. Hold on. Lockwood and Co. regularly take Night Cabs, and it’s implied that the Night Cabs are there specifically for Agent use.

Do the big Agencies like Fittes and Rotwell have their own brand of Night Cab transportation?? Or do they make their Agents pay out of pocket?? Does Kipps pay for his team to get home safe after a long case? Does Fittes offer a reimburseable Night Cab fund? I have many questions.

[quicksilverdaisyday]

every so often i will draw my current blorbo using a picture of paul dano as a ref

[witchofthesouls]

You know what would make the Transformers in a Who Framed Rodger Rabbit Earth even crazier?

A bot is born there but as a Toon.

No one knows how it happened but a random cartoon vehicle someone got intact Allspark energy and came to life. Pure uncanny valley feeling for both factions in my personal opinion. The toon bot can turn into vehicle but operates nowhere close to normal.

Headlights easily shift into cartoony eyes, a large mouth disguised as a front bumper, and use their tires/wheels like hands n feet. Even their Spark acts fucking weird! Ratchet would faint if cartoony eyes and a mouth suddenly popped up on a Toon Bot's spark chamber just to sass him.

Toon Spark: This better be for medical reasons Doc cause patient/doctor relationships are a big no-no.

A Toon Bot would honestly freak out the TFP iterations the most. Especially Buckethead

May I raise the stakes?

What if real-life Toons (and Earth lifeforms in general) existed because of a synchronization effect between Earth/Gaea (born from comatose Unicron) and a Primal Artifact/Allspark from Primus?

And I say this because of Benny the cab.

Benny would be very much their weird space in Uncanny Valley because you already described a lot of the things that would freak out the Cybertronians.

While Cybertronians aren't strangers to transformation sequences, they are very much rooted having at least two modes: alt-mode and root-mode.

Monoformers have much stigma against them as they, either willingly, by medical complications, or natural means, challenge the foundation of their society.

To make it even more unsettling, I propose that mechanical Toons exude spark energy but have no spark.

Sparks are a fundamental organ in Cybertronian biology. It can be physically manipulated and scientifically studied. Toons don't have that real-life and tangile certainty of a soul.

They're more aligned with Earth lifeforms. Yes, we have hearts. But we have heart transplants.

Cybertronians don't have an equivalent of that. There's a process to save a spark by removing it (and the brain module) to a new frame, but there's nothing to be done should both be guttered and destroyed.

Just imagine cyborg Toon with all the bells and whistles got crushed in a skirmish because some mech thought it was a newfound thingmabob, just for the pieces to wail out for help or flirt with Ratchet/Hoist/First Aid and the mech is having an internal mental breakdown.

"Gosh, doc, I wouldn't have taken ya to be a philosopher. Tee-hee." Que a disembodied hand twirling a stray coil from the damaged cavity. It sparks, and smoke forms little heart-shaped puffs.

Ratchet/Hoist/First Aid are holding an equally disembodied helm that inexplicably gained eyelashes to flutter optics: What the merciless Pits is going here!

"I'm more of an art Toon. Tell me, have ya heard about Remedios Varo?"

[fungii]

the fact that you've been like, the lone cabayomi prophet for OVER A DECADE is INSANE, thank you for bringing others into the light

KJDSKJFA I COULDN'T POSSIBLY BE THE ONLY ONE FOR ALL THAT TIME.....but likely the most annoying for sure

[messinwthkid]

do you think there was a sense of homesickness throughout the years ?

did jake and elwood miss the orphanage, always go back to it in their minds and reminisce about it during stateville ?? did they see factories in the distance and think of the orphanage ? did they see a shitty little prison chapel and get reminded of sister mary ? did they want to come home, want to revisit the orphanage and be nothing but those two naughty little children again ? did they see an old janitor or a guard with a kind face and think of curtis ? did they wish some nights to go down to the basement and listen to music with him, to learn with him once more ?? what about the band ?

what about their minds and jake's during the court case when elwood got the longer sentence ? did they look over at him, did they feel sad ?? did jake feel guilty even though it wasn't his sentence ? did he overthink it ? what happened in those first few years in stateville ?? did the years end up blurring together and did it become home to them ? did jake and elwood stick together throughout it and did jake write ? was there any suspicion around his death ?? did camille ever find out or is she still looking, is she still out there waiting for him like elwood was when he left stateville ?

of course elwood felt guilty, but was there ever a time where the guilt left and he thought 'i started this, it's only fair i stay in longer' and did he ever forget who he was ?? were there times where he zoned out for weeks on end, maybe for years and one day looked in the mirror and realised he was changing, that time wouldn't stop and he shouldn't be waiting for it ?

did elwood feel at home again in the hospital, getting smacked by mother mary and talking to her in person ?? did it feel like he was a kid again being sent up to her office for setting something on fire or not paying attention, only this time it wasn't something he could apologise for or take back - even though he completed his task and the orphanage closing was years later - did he feel the need to apologise over and over again for what he did ?

and did she ever get overwhelmed ? did she get overwhelmed during the swap from sister to mother, from the little orphanage director in calumet city to the hospital director in chicago ? were there nights she missed curtis and missed the orphanage, missed the children, missed jake and elwood ?? did she ever cry ? did she ever go back to calumet city ?

did she see jake and elwood in buster when he came along, when he got into trouble for the same things and had the same attitude of jake when threatened and the same mannerisms as elwood when left alone ?? is that why she thought elwood would be the best influence to him ? did mother mary hesitate to call the cops because she knew buster was in safe hands and knew this would happen ?? did she chase after them with the others just to see how they were doing, held her tough front to scare them into not getting into that much trouble again ? was she scared she would lose them and they would lose each other ? was mother mary drafting another 'angels have dirty faces' letter when she heard elwood's charges and how far he'd taken everything ?

did mother mary feel the same as elwood in the sense that it was just them, that everything was gone and they only had each other ? was she so quick to yell at elwood because she would've broken down too ?? how she was much more defensive than she was in the first movie. there she was vulnerable and explained everything, told them she was worried and ended up guilt tripping them because she didn't know what else to do. in the second movie, she was harsher and more defensive, angry like elwood was. did she miss the orphanage and calumet city and joliet and curtis and jake an was it hard for her to look at cab and buster because of it ?

oh god this was very question oriented im going so feral abt them, no doubt there's gonna b another post soon

[myriadeyed]

Why is being into swing and big band and ragtime seen as so weird. I thought we liked music here. Am I supposed to rephrase it as "retro jazzcore" or something or can I just listen to Benny Goodman on Spotify in 2024

[giaffa]

I was tagged by @grayscale-dan, thank you! your dog is super cute 💖

You have to post lock screen, wallpaper, last song listened and the last picture you took of an animal or something pretty

My wallpaper and lockscreen are the same, so I'm making up for the lack of variety with a cute cat picture!

no pressure tags: @bich-the-moss @mirillel @peachyindeed @valleydoll777 @velvetlinedbox @curiouscalembour @spikeys @sophiesmovingcastle @kissingmonsters @sleeeepy-demon

[birdnoisesart]

so brown eyes I hold you near / cause you're the only song I want to hear / a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

[sherlockig]

But someone's gotta be the lighthouse

And that someone's gotta be me..

[vala-dreams]

Y'all ever realize that you're not actually shy and for some reason your whole life everyone called you shy and introverted and your mother berated and compared you to your father for it but you're???? not even shy????????

Like I talk so much to my two friends and I dump information about shit I like or know about to other people and I can refuse to take flyers from people handing them out on the street I literally talk so much,,,,,like I'm not shy why did everyone tell me I'm shy I feel like I would talk to so many more people if everyone hadn't told me I was introverted

[un-pearable]

orz new caballeros merch but it’s NOT available online

[batgirlsay]

From Strangers to Something Brilliant

A Death Cab Playlist for Hisakiki Week 2023 by @hisakikiweek

I only had one song saved in my playlist draft, so I made a last minute Death Cab Hisakiki playlist again! The title comes from a mix between a line from “My Mirror Speaks” and the last line of “Binary Sea” (which is one of my all time favorite Death Cab lyrics…)

From Strangers to Something Brilliant

All songs by Death Cab for Cutie:

Information Travels Faster (Day 1: Love Letter) Jealousy Rides With Me (Day 2: Jealousy) My Mirror Speaks (Day 3: Shame) Passenger Seat (Day 4: Late Night Date) Brothers on a Hotel Bed (Day 5: Only One Bed) Diamond and a Tether (Day 6: Wedding) Binary Sea (Day 7: Getting Back Together)

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut:

Information Travels Faster (Day 1: Love Letter)

I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess You wanted me to write you letters, but I'd rather lose your address And forget that we'd ever met and what did or did not occur

Jealousy Rides With Me (Day 2: Jealousy)

'Cause jealousy rides with me Such a faithful companion no one could be For a journey that leads to the outskirts of time But don't worry about me, I'll be fine

My Mirror Speaks (Day 3: Shame)

With every sun that sets I am feeling more Like a stranger on a foreign shore With an eroding beach disappearing from underneath I always fall in love with an open door With a horizon on an endless sea As I look around the ones who were standing right in front of me And then my mirror speaks with irreverence Like a soldier I can't command It sees a child in the body of a full-grown man And he's a man who hides from all that binds And a mess of fading lines And there's a tangled thread inside his head With nothing on either end A new position for a different view And nothing changes but the slightest hues And I am standing face to face

Passenger Seat (Day 4: Late Night Date)

The darkest country road And the strong scent of evergreen From the passenger seat as You are driving me home When you feel embarrassed Then I'll be your pride When you need directions Then I'll be the guide For all time

Brothers on a Hotel Bed (Day 5: Only One Bed)

You may tire of me as our December sun is setting Cause I'm not who I used to be These wrinkles masterfully disguise the youthful boy below Who turned your way and saw Something he was not looking for Both a beginning and an end But even at our swiftest speed We couldn't break from the concrete In the city where we still reside Cause now we say goodnight From our own separate sides like brothers on a hotel bed

Diamond and a Tether (Day 6: Wedding)

Pity, take pity on me Cause I'm not half the man that I should be Always turning to run, From the people I should not be afraid of It's like love is a lesson, That I can't learn I make the same mistakes at each familiar turn Cause I know you can't hold out forever Waiting on a diamond and a tether From a boy who won't jump when he falls in love He just stands with his toes on the edge And he waits for it to disappear again

Binary Sea (Day 7: Getting Back Together)

Oh Atlas could not understand The world was so much smaller than The one he used to hold before But the weight it brought him to the floor As you watched him struggle to his feet Oh come my love and swim with me Out in this vast Binary Sea Zeros and ones patterns appear They'll prove to all that we were here So lean in close or lend an ear There's something brilliant bound to happen here

[ninebluehearts]

Slowly kiss the moon boys' eyes and forehead when they're with a headache 🥰 I love these kisses so much (I wish I had someone to do that for me)

WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS- This is just perfect, anon 😭💕 You deserve to have someone do this for you 😤😤

It had been a bad day for Jake Lockley. He loved his job as a cab driver, but dealing with London traffic and rude customers all day gets to him sometimes. Especially when he gets the backseat drivers. Now that's something that could put him in a murderous mood.

At the end of the day, Jake entered the flat with a headache. The back of his eyes throbbing consistently, the top of his skull feeling like it cracked every time a loud noise was made. Jake Lockley could handle a lot of pain, but headaches always hurt him the most.

So, when he saw you laying in bed with one of Steven's book and a cup of tea, he sent a silent prayer to the gods for blessing him with his very own angel.

You glanced up from your book, smiling when you realized who was fronting. You and Marc had been arguing this morning, so seeing Jake instead was a bit of a relief. "Hi honey," You placed the bookmark between the two pages you were reading and closed the book, setting it on your nightstand so you could give Jake your full attention.

"Hey." He grumbled, a grimace plastered on his face as he undressed himself.

"Jake? What's the matter?" You asked, pushing the blankets aside for him.

Jake sat on the edge of the bed, pressing his palms into his eyes as a way to temporarily ease the pain. "Shhh, please Cariño. My head is killing me."

"Awe baby, come here." You said as quietly as possible, holding your arms out for him.

Jake turned around and practically flopped into your arms, his head resting on your shoulder.

You slowly dragged your nails up and down his arms and back, satisfied with the small bumps you'd left behind. "Where does it hurt the most?" You'd asked, watching him wince from even your whisper.

"My eyes." He mumbled, stifling a yawn.

"Got it." Your hand came up to rest on his cheek as you leaned down and pressed soft, gentle kisses next to his eyes, your heart melting at the way they quickly fluttered shut. You made sure to kiss every last patch of his skin on or around his eyes, finishing with a small kiss to his nose. When you were finally done, you realized he'd fallen asleep, his soft snores gently vibrating your shoulder.

"Buenas noches, mi amor." You whispered to him, reaching behind you to turn off the lamp before quickly falling asleep.