#i am legally obligated to reblog this post

[fullmetalowlchemist]

a try at minimalist (or minim-owl-ist?) art!

[samsrowena]

it should be illegal to block me if you post about samwena

[25-worms-in-a-trenchcoat]

i am a simple man. i see "worm" and i reblog.

[cybertistiic]

tumblr pls fix ur blocking system i don't want the person i blocked just wiped off my dashboard i don't want to see them PERIOD no matter where i go on this site

[txttletale]

The callout comes from u having interacted with an honest to god zoophile and pedophile that openly talks about being "pro contact" (its @/toonimal). it is a fact that u have reblogged a post directly from him talking about 'problematic' kinks, which wouldnt be a problem in itself, if it hadnt been made in the context of him being called out for, again, being a pedophile and zoophile. This isnt just u rb some post from him once, u were clearly at least on a surface level familiar with him, and the post u reblogged was a direct response to him being called out for that heinous shit. I dont see why you wouldnt adress it, bc noone wants to be associated with an pedophile?

oh sorry i forgot that as a tranny i am legally obligated to do a background check on every person whose post i reblog because if i stand next to a bad person for 0.5 seconds i am automatically implicated in whatever shit they did because i am an abject psychic repository for all the sins of the world. "clearly familiar" what, because i reblogged a tumblr post? fuck off.

[erenaeoth]

PLUSH BOOKS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT

I received several comments this morning informing me that one of my fanfictions has been stolen and published for money by a company called "Plush Books". A group of saints on twitter have been helping fic authors who's fics have been stolen, and have been providing information on what to do if you are affected. Please reblog this so that fanfic authors can check if they have been plagarised and learn what to do if they have.

Plush Books have been using FicLabs to download entire fics then upload them and sell them as e-books and paperbacks on multiple different sites including Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Abe Books and others.

Twitter user KokomRoily has been calling for help with contacting affected authors and a spread sheet in Google Docs of contacted authors has been made here. You can find the full list of works published by Plush Books here.

KokomRoily provides a good template to use with the Amazon DMCA takedown form (X, text version), which has limited characters, however, you will also need to search other sites too. Other sites have different legal requirements, and I'm copying the template I used here. A good way to find most of the places you need to contact is to look on Good Reads, which lists lots of the marketplaces selling the book.

Make sure you add an author note on the original story stating that this company do not have the rights to publish your fic. I strongly suggest sending this email from the email address that your fic account is registered to, in case you need to provide further evidence. Here is an email template that I put together based on the one above and modified according to the legal demands required on Barnes and Noble's takedown help page:

To whom it may concern,

I affirm under penalty of perjury that I am [YOUR AUTHOR NAME ON YOUR FIC], the author of the work "[YOUR FIC NAME]" posted at [LINK] (entire work) as a free-to-read story. My work has been stolen and published and you are currently listing the work as for sale at the following location [LINK ON MARKETPLACE] as "[BOOK NAME]" by Plush Books.

Under statute 17 USC 512, [MARKETPLACE] has a legal obligation to take down Plush Books' "[BOOK NAME]" in response to a valid DMCA takedown notice by the author. According to this statute, if "[BOOK NAME]" is not taken down, you are making [MARKETPLACE] liable to be sued. Please check with a manager to verify.

I will not be filling in my contact information such as home number and address and I am not required to do so in order for my claim to be valid. I have written in the author's note section of my story that I have not given Plush Books permission to use my work, which is proof enough that Plush Books has stolen the work from someone. If you would like more proof, I can email you screenshots of comments/kudos I've received from my readers from [DATE], the original date of publication, that are still in my inbox.

I have a good faith belief that use of the material in the manner complained of is not authorized by the copyright owner, its agent, or the law. The information in the notification is accurate, and I swear, under penalty of perjury, that I am the owner of an exclusive right that is allegedly infringed.

Please take ""[BOOK NAME]"" down.

Sincerely,

[YOUR AUTHOR NAME ON YOUR FIC]

[troybarnesbabygirlconfirmed]

What community tumblr accounts would you recommend to someone new in the fandom to follow

thank you for asking :3 there are so many that i love but heres some of my favs

i am legally obligated to say @r3medialch8os partially because we are dating but also bc they’re the best fic writer/abed kinnie in the whole world and i love them

@moong3nder also the best person ever but their bangers are mostly on twitter… BOOO

@troynabed is just the most awesome person ever every single way everything they post is inspiring

@defectivegembrain has the best incorrect quotes and also most of the stuff i see is because of her reblogs so she’s amazing

@clonetrobed is generally a genius and a legend on ao3

ok my class is starting allow me to tag a few more:

@dump-troy-marry-me

@lesbianwithchainsaws

ok fuck MORE LATER!!!!

most of these are primarily trobed lovers i can try to find Just Community blogs but i fear i am significantly more useless in that respect

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Sweet Desserts and Sweeter Kisses

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.9K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie and Leon entertain Gaby and Illya.

Warnings: p-in-v sex, creampie, fluff

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

“Leon! It’s been six months. You are now legally obligated to introduce me to your friends.” Bobbie moves around the kitchen, checking on various dishes on the stove and in the oven.

“Gaby is beside herself to meet you,” Leon acknowledges from his post, leaning in the doorway to the quaint kitchenette.

“Well, see? Gaby is excited, so why aren’t you?” She challenges, pulling out a baking dish from the oven and setting it on the counter.

“It’s not Gaby that I’m worried about. She’s a sweetheart once you get past the tough exterior. But Illya? Tough is all he knows. I can’t exactly blame him,” he says, looking over to where Bobbie picked her head up and looked at him for more information. “And I can’t exactly tell you why that is. Sorry, love.”

“Right, right. Need-to-know basis. But not to worry; I’ve got a secret weapon for Illya. I made a dish specifically for him. And if I know anything, it’s the way to a man’s heart, and that is through his stomach. So, even though this is nerve-wracking as all get out, I think he’s going to at least tolerate it,” she huffs, balling up a dishtowel before tossing it on the counter.

Napoleon walks up behind Bobbie and wraps his arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder as he pulls her into him. “You know, I am so proud of you for putting all this together for my friends. You’ve done so much to make everything perfect, and I think you deserve a little treat of your own.”

“What are you-” Bobbie starts, only to be cut off by the shock of Napoleon’s hand smoothing down her sweater-covered breast and further down over her corduroy knee-length skirt. When it disappears under the fabric, she squirms. “Leon, they’re gonna be here any minute!”

“Well then, I’d better make this fast,” he whispers. Walking backward, Napoleon rests his hips against the counter behind him. Holding Bobbie against himself with one hand across her middle and one in her panties, he continues toying with her swelling clit until her legs buckle. “There she is, so close already.”

“Leon…please,” she trails off, her wringing hands at her sides. She knows if she reaches for his hand, he will stop. Throwing her head back against his chest, she looks up into his face and witnesses how much he truly enjoys having this power over her. That doesn’t stop her from pleading with her big brown eyes.

“Oh, you know exactly what that look does to me,” he growls, leaning down to capture her lips with his own. His hand that was around her middle comes up to cradle her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as she stands on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Breaking the kiss, Napoleon turns them around to face the counter, pulling Bobbie’s skirt up and her panties down. “That kiss of yours is going to be the death of me.”

He has his pants unzipped, his cock pulled out, and inside of her in record time. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not that it mattered. His main goal is to get her off so her mind clears. He moves his hips back before slamming them back in, and she is already putty in his hands.

Within minutes, he has Bobbie on the brink of her orgasm. He’s holding her there, his hands on her hips, as he maintains a punishing pace. With every thrust, he pushes her closer to the edge, only to catch her before she can fall. Only when he’s ready will he allow her to come crashing down.

Judging by the footfalls and the sound of the front door of the apartment building closing, he doesn’t have much time. Luckily, he knows how to play her body. His right hand finds her puffy clit while his left hand migrates to her throat. 

Whispering into her ear, “Come for me, pretty girl. Let go and show me you can follow directions like I know you can.”

As if by a magical spell, her walls clamped down around him. He had every intention of fucking her through her orgasm; he really did. But the grip her pussy had on his cock was enough to send him right over the horizon with her. His hips are still as he empties inside her, all while still managing to hold up both of their bodies.

Extricating himself from her hold, Napoleon squats down to pull Bobbie’s underwear back up her legs and rights her skirt again before fixing his clothing.

“I am going to be thinking about my cum leaking out of you all night long,” he sighs, kissing her forehead when she turns around to face him.

Just as she opens her mouth, three sharp knocks sound on the door to her apartment. They fuss over each other for a moment, making sure it doesn’t look like they were just having sex. Once done, they go to the door to greet their guests.

Bobbie swings the door open, greeting the couple in her apartment. “Gaby, Illya. I’m Roberta, but you can call me Bobbie. So nice to finally meet you. I was starting to believe you might be a figment of Leon’s imagination.” She takes their coats, and Napoleon gets drinks ready for them.

“I hope Leon’s imagination flattered me, at least,” Gaby laughs, sipping her dirty martini and winking at Napoleon.

“I only told her the good stuff,” Napoleon replies, bringing a Sazerac to Bobbie and a Manhattan for Illya.

Illya nods to Napoleon, smiles at Bobbie, and remains silent.

Bobbie ushers everyone to the dining table before she starts to bring out dish after dish of foods that are almost too beautiful to eat. Leaving dessert as a surprise, she comes back to the table, and everyone starts to serve themselves. As the first bites are taken, compliments are given to the chef.

“Bobbie, this is delectable,” Gaby hums, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Darling, you have outdone yourself,” Napoleon praises.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you like everything. I’ll be honest, I was nervous that I was going to burn something or undercook something. I was a wreck,” Bobbie giggles, looking over the faces of her boyfriend and her guests. “Eat up; I have a treat for dessert, and I hope you all like it.”

Illya eats in relative silence, not one emotion gracing his face. Bobbie has been secretly staring at him for most of dinner. When the meal is complete, Gaby volunteers to clear the plates away, and the women retreat to the kitchen. While they are out of earshot, Napoleon turns on the record player, and the smooth sounds of Peggy Lee’s Fever fill the air. 

“Peril, what game are you playing at?” Napoleon cuts to the chase, motioning for Illya to sit on the couch with him.

“It’s been a long time since I had dinner with a civilian. My social skills may not be the best. If I don’t say anything, I won’t accidentally-”

“Have a good time?” Napoleon supplies, cutting off Illya.

Illya rolls his eyes. “I’m not afraid to have a good time. I'm worried about getting close to new people. I don’t know how to be a civilian. I’m an agent,” he says, crossing his arms.

“She’s not going to say anything, so I will. You’re on the verge of being rude. So, do yourself a favor and speak to my lovely before she thinks you don’t like her; that’s if she doesn’t already think that,” Napoleon huffs, tilting his head at Illya.

The girls come out of the kitchen with dessert already plated with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream. Gaby places two plates on the coffee table while Bobbie serves Napoleon and Illya. Noticing the look of surprise on Illya’s face, Bobbie thinks the worst.

“Is there something wrong?” she supposes.

“Not at all. I haven’t had sharlotka since I was a little boy. My mother used to let me help make it for special occasions,” he marvels, taking a bite and closing his eyes before nodding and saying, “This is perfect. So was dinner. I apologize for my earlier silence; please don’t think I am dissatisfied with you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I figured you would be the hard sell. Luckily, I had the idea for the sharlotka and knew if anything, you’d at least be impressed by me,” Bobbie jokes, taking a bite of the dish. “Oh wow, you weren’t kidding. That is going in the recipe book, for sure.”

“I’ll have to get that recipe from you. I think you’ve made Illya’s new favorite,” Gaby chuckles, smiling at her husband when a blush creeps up on his face.

When dessert is done, the couples talk for a while over coffee before Illya notices Gaby nuzzling into his side and suggests that they end the night’s fun. By this time, Napoleon is already a pillow for Bobbie as she leans into him from her spot on the couch.

Napoleon picks up Bobbie’s head from his lap, depositing it on the couch after he gets up, not wanting to wake her up just yet. He walks Gaby and Illya to the door, saying goodbye on behalf of himself and Bobbie and promising to tell her that they enjoyed themselves.

Closing the door behind them, he walks over to the couch, where a tired Bobbie is now hanging halfway off the couch. He knows today was a struggle for her; planning an entire dinner and entertaining is no short order. He is so proud of her, not just for today but in general. He thinks the world of her, and nothing could change his mind.

Picking up her limp body from the couch, he takes her into the bedroom and lays her down. He removes her shoes and his own before climbing into bed next to her. He laughs when she cuddles into him and wraps an arm and leg around him possessively. He plants a kiss on her forehead and is met with a mumble from Bobbie.

“What was that, little one?” He presses, cradling her sleepy face in his hand, unsure of what he heard.

“I said I love you, Leon,” she confesses, ducking her head and looking up at him.

Napoleon breaks out into a grin and leans down to kiss Bobbie, only to stop at the last second before their lips touch. Looking into her eyes, he says, “I love you too, Bobbie.”

Bobbie melts in his arms. She knows how Napoleon dotes on her and spoils her. But this love confession of his means the world to her. She also knows that she has loved him for some time now, but the timing was never right to tell him. 

Until tonight, this moment could not happen. Napoleon knew that if she didn’t get along with his fellow agents, it would be quite tricky. But watching her win over Gaby so easily and Illya so charmingly cements in his mind that she is worth every ounce of his love.

Of course, if you ask him, he’s loved her since their first kiss. If he’s honest with himself, he still feels butterflies when her lips touch his.

Chapter 5 (TBD)

A/N: This story is far from over. OMG, I missed my babies so much.

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[yours-truely-blog]

This is a kink and 18+ blog so minors respectfully fuck off <3

Now that's out of the way, hi!

My name is Blue, I'm a 22yo transguy and my pronouns are it/its

I'm chronically ill! So I may take ages to reply to things, or disappear, please understand <3

I'm aromantic, omnisexual and polyam (and currently taken by @lori-the-puppygirl @utterlyunoriginaluser @userwordandpassname @xenasaur @averagetransfempuppyposter)

I'm open to casual t4t flirting and stuff (:3) in DMs or asks.

I tag with #blue-speaks, #blue-answers, and #blue-takes-noods for posts I make and reblog with just about anything.

Send me a tip on PayPal I'm @/BlueJay0001

When referring to myself I use all words for anatomy interchangeably (cock, pussy, cunt, dick, clit, womb etcetc) and often play with fantasies of having both a full cock and pussy <3

Current kinks I'm super into: CNC!!!!, exhibitionism, somno, breeding, monster fucking and tentacles, biting/marking, pain play, piss, and anything involving group sex~. Also, a healthy mix of praise and degradation will get you far~

My only known hard limits are DDLG/ageplay, raceplay, detransition/misgendering, incest and tickling (just don't. I will block you) but otherwise, I dare you to ask, I'm sure I'll get horny for anything~

Taken anons are 🍪, 🐮, and 🦴

If you reblog any of my photos please know I am legally obligated to give you head <3 also if you want to see more then just DM me so Tumblr doesn't deactivate me lmao

P.S. don't go into my likes unless you want to see absolutely disgusting stuff xx (I also have a hard kinks blog called @yours-truely-harder )

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

OMG I'm such a dumbass I knew you did one on the GR Yaris before too, and I love her ALSO, but I actually meant the GR Supra 😳🫣 (slip of the tongue)

Gotcha.

Since I managed to take some two weeks to answer this (got distracted both by real life obligations and other posts that were meant to be very quick to make. Meant to.) y'all may have forgotten, but our dear friend of the blog had asked for opinions on the GR Yaris, hinting to its controversial status. Turns out the GR Supra is what that request, and thus that hint, was actually about - so let's talk about the car and the controversy that engulfs it.

In 1993, Toyota launched the fourth generation of its rear wheel drive sportscar (well, arguably a bit of a Grand Tourer, i.e. something more oriented to cruising than a sportscar) the Supra - which was born a quarter century earlier as a more upmarket, six cylinder version of the Celica, graduating from Celica Supra to its own dignified name with the third generation I talked about that one time I forgot to check what blog I was reblogging with.

But this time, things would be different. Most notably because the inline six the Mk4 Supra came out with was an absolute MONSTER.

Remember how I talked about the GT-R's RB26 engine being one of the greatest, most coveted production engines to ever come out of Japan? Well, the 2JZ-GTE is the other.

It was larger at 3 liters, no less powerful, and to reduce turbocharger lag it used two of them sequentially: first air goes in the smaller, more responsive turbo, then gradually some of it gets sent to the bigger turbo to make it start spinning, then when it gets going the two are finally used in conjunction. (Imagine the big turbo as a hung husband that takes a while to get it up and the small turbo as an eager stepson ready to take over until the hung one can join in for a spitroast. Or something. I don't watch porn with real people, but from what I gather the plots seem to resemble how sequential turbos work.) It even at one point got Variable Valve Timing, i.e. the ability to vary the time in which the valves open depending on engine speed, which allows to optimize tuning for performance and efficiency! (Cool thing to go over in detail if y'all want me to.) And also, the kind of things that engine is able to take make me wish I hadn't used up my porn analogy quota.

See, to chop off eons of nuance, an engine is just a big block of metal with a lot of bits attached, and the two main measures of an engine's potential are the slope of the line in the Bits Fiddled With / Power Output graph and how far up (It's up, right? The second axis you specify is the vertical one, right?) you can take it before the block becomes the weakest link - with another important point being when you need to start messing with internals, i.e. the components inside the engine, e.g. pistons (the things the boom pushes down), camshaft (the thing the pistons spin) and connecting rods (you can guess).

So for instance, just to make the point that an engine can be beloved without having much overall tuning potential, in one of Toyota's most beloved engines, the 4A-GE four cylinder illustrated above (yes, the one from that white and black car in all the eurobeat videos), some pin the block's limit as low as 250hp. The 2JZ, tho? It can take 800hp without even messing with the internals, and once you get your grubby hands on those you can keep pushing the line to some 2000hp. That is two Bugattis. That is 40 times my car. That is well above the power level where "tires that will at any point grip" and "tires that are in any way road legal" stop intersecting.

I am not in the slightest exaggerating when I say that this and the Skyline GT-R are widely regarded as the top of Japan's 20th century automotive production. The Messi & Ronaldo of the Japanese Domestic Market. It is absolutely no coincidence this was the hero car in The Fast And The Furious.

And then in 2002, as all things, its production ended, and given the abysmal sales and catastrophic recession, Toyota decided that would be that.

And then, years later, The Teasening began.

I want to stress, almost half of my conscious life (I choose to believe the stretch from birth to kindergarten is just run-up) the world was in some state of getting teased with talk of a new Supra. The trademark on the name was renewed in 2010. In 2014 they dropped the FT-1 concept, and of course that became speculation about what the production version would look like.

Because come the fuck on, it's not gonna look like that.

Or was it?

Only five entire years and much more teasing later would we officially get an answer, when after seventeen years, the Toyota GR Supra (and for those wondering what GR means, y'all should've clicked the Yaris link >:C) hit the streets.

You know what, good enough.

Good enough to earn itself a sea of words of praise, Jason Cammisa's "The most punch-above-its-weight sportscar ever made" just some among them.

It did have its share of problems at the start, like its power being 335hp and not 382, a lack of manual transmission, and the inability to spec it with a less powerful 4 cylinder engine - well, I don't know who considered that last one a problem, but Toyota's updates solved that one too.

The Supra has a much bigger problem than those though, one no little update can solve. That red car in the background.

See, the new Supra is actually a joint venture with BMW, who made a new model of its Z4 roadster out of the platform. And unlike with the other joint-venture sportscar Toyota sells, people are big mad about that. Why?

See, the interior is engulfed in BMW switchgear and the drivetrain is all BMW (the manual gearbox took until this year to come out because BMW did not have one for that engine so Toyota had to modify another BMW transmission to fit), giving people the impression that this was less of a joint venture and more of a BMW project that Toyota tacked its design on top of, which is a problem whether true or not.

See, a range-topping sportscar is supposed to represent what the brand is capable of - having it done by someone else (or so the criticism goes) is a bit like performing Hallelujah in playback.

Actually, a better musical analogy: You know "I'm back bitch" singles? When a humongous artist drops a new record with a humongous lead single about absolutely nothing but reaffirming they're the biggest fucking deal in the universe? Without Me, Bad, Gimme More, so on. Well, think of SexyBack - one of the most monumental phenomenons of its decade, most incontrovertibly proving Justin Timberlake sat atop the goddamn world. Now, imagine if, after all the years that went by between that record and the next, when he finally came out with Suit And Tie all the verses were Jay-Z. Going from a humongous statement about having the power to reach the top of the game and stay there to having to get absolutely carried by what in this logic is essentially a competitor. Basically, that's the critics' complaint: the supra went from 2JZ to too much Jay-Z.

And therein lies the other problem of the Supra: the Supra.

See, any time you evaluate something, you do so relative to its context - and when you give it a nameplate, you make that context include where else that nameplate has been. An undeserved name may not just be stupid, but even outright kill the car in some's eyes, see the case of the Dodge Dart, or get me to talk about the Ford Capri prototype recently spotted if you want to find out what I'm like when I lose my cool. (I'd liken this phenomenon to undeserved Grammies but I already used my music analogy quota too.) So the Toyota Supra does not just need to be good, it needs to deserve the name. And some argue it doesn't. But why? This thing is no less powerful, no slower, hell it's not even any bigger or heavier and we've gone over how rare that is these days! So is it the lack of backseats and a targa version? No, no one gives a crap about those. It's something deeper.

Sometimes, the problem with a revival is people base their expectation not on what the original was like in the context of its time but what it's like in the context of today (for example, I've heard people call the latest GT-R "too computerized, too assisted, far from the pure driving experience of its predecessors", when its predecessors had some of the most technologically advanced driving assists of their time and could only be called "pure" and "analog" by comparison with cars decades newer). But of course, that'll only be some people - so if what the original car looks like to modern eyes and what the original car represented at its time are two different enough concepts, any revival will receive some criticism for not being one of the two.

But for the Supra, this compounds with another problem: the original Supra (as in the previous generation, since no one gives a crap about the first three), to modern eyes, looks like a thousand-horsepower flame-spitting beast, because that's what all Supras have been turned into, and that's why you know of Supras in the first place (it sure isn't because people bought it!), and that, consciously or not, exacerbates the problem of misplaced expectations to a level akin to hearing an NBA player is about to have a brother and expecting the baby to be a 6'4" three-shooter.

But I wasn't asked about the controversies, I was asked about my take. And my take is: no realistic expectation of what a Supra would look like today was disappointed - at least not by where the car stands today. Well, unless the expectation involved backseats.

"But it was made by BMW" and so? This is a new Supra, and a good one - what does it matter how it got here? Especially when this is an upgrade over the Z4 in every way - looks way better, drives better, and now has a manual that the Z4 doesn't.

Okay, almost every way: the Supra's roof won't get out of the way. If only though, if only. Could you imagine a Toyota product that looks this good, sounds this good, goes this fast, and has a drop top? ...and maybe backseats?

Well, I can.

Yes, the badge and core concept may have some people consider it from midlife crisis mobile to old man's car. (though we know it's not a car bought by old men because if that was the case someone would be buying these). But just try to imagine sitting in this thing.

Take a couple of seconds to take in that picture and truly immerse yourself. You're in a Lexus LC500 Convertible, with a V8 at your right foot's command, its spectacular sound ready to battle the perfect sound system serenading you with your fanciest CD, because of course Lexuses still come with CD players.

Are you immersed? Okay: Someone just called your Lexus a midlife crisis car. See? You don't give a shit either, do ya.

Automatic only though. The pain. Oh, and it kind of costs as much as two Supras. But, you know, neither of those Supras will be convertibles!

Links in blue are posts of mine about the topic in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

[falcqns]

you'll be alright (no one can hurt you now) chapter two

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lucy Chen & Tamara Colins, Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen, background Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Tamara is released from the hospital and into Lucy’s care. Lucy is given a few weeks off to adjust to being a parent, and Lucy tells Grey, Jackson not to say anything to anyone about her having Tamara. b

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: canon divergence, autistic!Tamara, Tim Bradford would do anything for Lucy Chen, Lucy is a hardcore swiftie. tagging @natashasera as always!

don’t forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

When Grey finally shows up to the hospital, Lucy had fallen asleep in the chair with the baby on her chest, still snoozing. Lucy is awoken by Grey gently poking her arm, and she lets out a groan at the stiffness of her neck as she opens her eyes. 

“I see you’ve got things under control here,” Grey says, a smile on his face. Lucy chuckled. 

“Yeah,” she said, sitting up slightly, being mindful of the sleeping infant on her chest. “Everything is going well.”

Grey nodded, looking at the baby. “Hows she doing?” 

Lucy glanced down at her before answering. “Surprisingly, she’s perfectly healthy. She had a very minuscule amount of meth in her system, and the nurse said it’ll leave her system in the next 8-24 hours. Other than that, she’s perfectly healthy, and was most likely full term. Passed her APGAR test with a perfect 10.” 

“That’s good,” Grey said, taking a seat in the chair across from Lucy. “Heard anything from DCFS?” 

Lucy shook her head. “No, apparently they’re backed up quite a bit.”

Grey huffed slightly. “What else is new.” He shook his head. “Are you planning on staying here with her until someone shows up?” 

Lucy nodded. “Yes, sir.” She took a deep breath, and then continued. “I’m also going to ask to take her in.” 

Grey looked at her, a wrinkle in his brows. “You know it’s not your obligation to, right Chen?”

“I know.” Lucy responded with a smile. “I just feel very attached to her, and the thought of her going into a very broken system breaks my heart. I’ve been an emergency foster parent since I was 20, and have the means to provide and the room for her. I just want to know she’s safe, and I feel that the only way I will know that for sure is for me to take her in myself.” She finished. “A-as long as they let me, of course.”

Grey smiled warmly at her. “They’d be stupid not to.” 

Lucy smiled, glancing down at the baby. “Thank you, sir.”

Grey nodded in response. “In that case, you will receive up to 12 weeks leave, 6 of which is paid. Now, you don’t have to take the whole thing, and you don’t have to take it all at once, that part is completely up to you. I know that you’re eager to finish your training.”

“I am eager to sir,” Lucy said. “But her being safe and cared for is more important. Will uh-“ she gulped. “Will Tim be okay with me taking that much time off though?” 

“He’ll have no choice but to be okay with it. Besides, he’ll probably adore this little one.”

Lucy’s head snapped up at that. She completely forgot she would actually have to tell Tim about the baby, something she didn’t want to do. She didn’t want him to yell at her for making what he saw as a ‘stupid decision’ or to judge her in anyway. 

“Actually, sir, I don’t want Tim to know.” She said. “I don’t want him to know why I’m taking some time off. I don’t want anyone other than you, Nolan, and Jackson to know. And the captain of course.” She explained. “Its not that I don’t want to show her off or anything, but I don’t want everyone getting attached in the event that DCFS finds next of kin or a permanent placement for her. And I’d rather my 6 weeks with her be calm, and as work free as possible.”

Grey raised a hand. “Completely understandable. I can just let everyone know that you are on extended leave, and will be back in a few months time. I legally cannot tell anyone why you’re off with out your consent.”

“Thank you sir.” Lucy said, just as the door opened, and a DCFS worker walked in. She came to a stop next to Grey, and smiled at Lucy. 

“Hello, officer Chen.” She said. “I am Stacie Warner, from DCFS. I understand that you are the one that found the infant?” 

Lucy nodded. “Yes ma’am, I am.” She answered. She watched as Stacie wrote something on her clipboard. 

“Okay, perfect. I just need you to sign this paper signifying that you were indeed the one to find her.” She said, and passed the clipboard and pen to Lucy. Lucy lifted a hand from under the blanket, and signed off. Stacie took the clipboard and glanced at it briefly. 

“Okay.” Stacie said, looking up at the infant and Lucy. “I spoke to the nurse, and she said that she will be discharged later tonight, so once that happens, I will take her with me to the office, and work on finding a placement for her.”

“About that,” Lucy said, sitting up straighter. “I am an emergency foster parent, and was wondering if it is possible for me to take her in?”

Stacie looked up, a little bit of shock on her face. “Oh yes, that’s right. I thought your name sounded familiar. I’m just going to call my supervisor and confirm, and get the paperwork started as soon as possible in order for you to take her home tonight. Do you have a car seat to transport her?” 

“Uh, no-“ Lucy began but Grey cut her off. 

“The station has some. I’ll have West bring you one.” Grey said, pulling out his phone.

“Perfect.” Stacie said. “I’ll be right back.” She then left the room, and pressed her phone to her ear. 

“Okay,” Grey said, putting his phone away. “Jackson is going to bring you the carseat, and your car. He was actually wondering where you were, but I didn’t give anything away, just told him that you were here, needed a ride home, and an officer required an infant carseat.” 

Lucy nodded. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.” 

“Of course.” 

Stacie walked back in a moment later. “Okay, Officer Chen, you are all set to foster her. Because she doesn’t have a name at the moment, you can either name her, or DCFS will make up a name for her on her birth certificate.” 

Lucy looked down at the baby. “I’ll name her, if thats okay. Will she get my last name?” 

Stacie nodded. “Yes. At least until we find her family, or she is adopted, either by you or another family.” 

Lucy nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Are you okay to fill out the birth certificate and discharge paperwork?” Stacie asked, and Lucy nodded. 

“Yes I am.” 

“Okay. Here is my card,” Stacie said, pulling out a business card with her phone number and email. “I will be the one in charge of her case, and if you have any questions at all, please don’t hesitate to call or email.”

“Okay, thank you so much.” Lucy said. Stacie nodded, said her goodbyes, and left the room. 

“See?” Grey said with a smile. “Told you they’d say yes.”

Lucy just giggled, and looked back down at the sleeping infant. 

“What are you going to name her?” Grey asked, and Lucy answered without looking up. 

“Tamara.” She said. “It means the lotus flower in Indian, which represents purity and divinity.” 

“Beautiful,” Grey said. “Any middle name ideas?” 

“Oh, um.” Lucy said, looking up. “I’m not going to give her a middle name. In Asian culture, having no middle name is customary. I don’t have a middle name, so it feels wrong to give her one when I don’t, if that makes sense?” 

Grey nodded. “Of course.” He stood up. “Well, if you need anything, just give me a call. I’m sure Jackson is on his way, and will be here soon. I’m going to head back to the station and get your leave paperwork started. Just stop by tomorrow at some point to sign it, okay?” 

Lucy nodded. “Yes, sir. Will do.” 

“Great.” He said, and headed out. 

45 minutes later, Lucy had changed Tamara for the first time, and filled out her birth certificate and discharge paperwork. As she was handing the paperwork back to the nurse, Jackson came in the room with her duffle bag and an Graco SnugRide carseat in tow. 

“Do you know wh-“ Jackson began to ask, but stopped when he saw Lucy being handed some formula and diapers from the nurse. 

“You?” He said in shock. “You needed the carseat?” 

Lucy nodded, a sheepish smile on her face. “Y-yeah. I found her earlier today, and am taking her in as a foster placement.” 

“Oh wow.” Jackson said, putting the car seat down and peering into the bassinet where Tamara was fast asleep in her fluffy onesie that the hospital had provided for her. “She’s adorable.” 

“Yeah,” Lucy smiled. “She is.” 

“So I’m guessing we need to make a stop at Walmart on the way home?” He asked, and Lucy nodded. 

“Yes, we really do. I don’t have anything for her other than what they gave me.” 

Jackson nodded. “No problem. Has she been discharged?” 

Lucy nodded. “Yeah, I can take her home right now.” 

The next few minutes consisted of Jackson and Lucy buckling Tamara into the carseat, and gathering all their belongings up. Lucy darted into the bathroom and changed out of her uniform quickly, and before she knew it, Lucy was leaving the hospital, 7 pound 3 ounce baby in tow. 

They made a quick stop at Walmart, and bought everything they needed for Tamara, at least for a little while. Lucy dropped Jackson off at his place, and Jackson wished her a goodnight, promising to come over after work tomorrow, and making her promise to call him if she needed anything. 

Lucy glanced back at Tamara, who was sound asleep in her carseat. 

“Well, baby girl,” She said, turning into the roadway. “Lets head home.”

[teatotaler]

THIS IS NOT A JOKE: I Regret Making This Page, And Will Be Deleting It For Good

Some time ago, I was asked whether I had second thoughts about posting on here, and I recall my thoughts being along the lines of 'almost every day. I may leave it at some point.' There was no urgency behind the words, but I assumed that the possibility still loomed that I would not be here forever. That time has come.

So why am I leaving? There is a host of reasons:

The Loss of Enthusiasm For This Hobby: In the first few months of my having this page, I used to get the best thrill from partaking in this odd little hobby. The sense of pride at feeling an entire gallon of tea sloshing and gurgling inside my stomach was absolutely amazing, and a year ago, I could feel it with every moment until it was promptly digested. As I have done it more and more, I noticed how fleeting the sensation is, how it just settles after about 15 minutes of my chugging the first half, and how I had to supplement the rest with an additional liter of water: the thing became work, and it was not very fun. The general taste of tea has become disgusting to me, and even when I drink a glass with dinner, I am near to spewing. I have alluded to my fear of water intoxication because, a year ago, I suffered from it and almost died mere weeks before making this page, which puts me off this the more. Also, looking back, I find it was a terrific waste of time from my real world obligations, and lamented the hours lost to needless, stupid, momentary satiation.

I Was Supposed To Drop This Habit Years Ago: So, I lied about not treating this as a fetish. I actually have it pretty hard, worse than many of you - I can't even look at pregnant women in public without lusting after them - and did a pretty lousy job of hiding it. But I have come to find out that such a thing is simply not natural, and akin to something like demon possession. I vowed to quit in 2021, but returned for health reasons which I would rather not discuss. Since I was for many years on the receiving end, I wanted to see how things were on the other side. It has almost destroyed my health, my finances, my sanity, and to some extent my. How the professionals manage I cannot wonder.

3. Potential Fears of This Preventing me From Advancing Further In Life: If you wondered why I was so shy with sharing much about my personal life, it's because my intention is to one day be known for my art, of which this is NOT. Also, I began to think: is this sort of thing even legal? Without revealing too much, I plan to do quite a lot that requires major shifts in my life, and while it probably won't raise any hairs, I don't want to risk having this out there anyway and prohibiting me from reaching my goal, or encouraging ridicule from my family. It would utterly devastate me.

4. I'm Tired: Let me come out and say this right now: I was not myself making these posts. I had to plan these well in advance so I could be alone from immediate relations, who suspected me clean since 2021. I'm tired of having to hide this from everybody. I'm tired of having this define me. I'm tired of being possessed by this devil which refuses to leave me.

With heavy heart I bid you all adieu, and ask of you a favour. I am aware that some people have reblogged, mentioned, and allued to me on this site and possibly others (@unitbloat and @sticcpicc to name a few). If it is within your heart, any who have done this, I would like for any such assignations to be erased from this sight that I may continue to live as peacefully as I can with this freshly exorcised from my soul. My life hangs on a thin tether, and this simple action may be what saves it.

Farewell and have happy lives. Inform me when such deletions are made and I will be on my way out. Forgive me, as it will be best that you forget me.

[inkling0121]

Smth smth my friends like genshin I like tmnt so I did this

Lets see, Raph as Itto, Leo as Kaeya, Donnie as Kaveh, Mikey as Xiangling, and Todd as Guoba (My friends really like Todd)

Anyway this litrally took 121 hours and several weeks so I will never be drawing anything from genshin ever again but I will say it's sorta rewarding to see this

If you like this post you are legally obligated to reblog it, do not click the heart without reblogging, please I spent so long on this (also click for better quality I am so tired)

[sprout-fics]

FAQ

This is an 18+ blog. I post mature works. While I also post fics that are NOT mature, I am not comfortable with minors following me. I will block you if you are a minor that follows me. I DO check. This is a personal boundary as much as I am LEGALLY OBLIGATED to say this.

I block empty blogs. If you have one of those default tumble icons and headers I’m going to assume you are a bot and block you. I also block if you do not have your age listed. Again, this is an 18+ blog

Reblogs make tumblr work. You are not required to reblog, but know that doing so allows greater reach of works. This is how fandoms are built, is by exposing pieces of fandom to people who may otherwise not encounter it, so please consider reblogging

I tag warnings and triggers, so please don’t come to me whining that I wrote something problematic. It is your responsibility to curate your internet experience. If you ask politely I will tag anything that may be a trigger if I haven’t done so.

TERFS/GenCrit users, racists, bigots, homophobes, and general nonsense of that sort is not tolerated here under any circumstances. Instant permanent block if you come here with any of that.

Anon hate will not be tolerated

I take requests, but I reserve the right to answer only those that I am inclined to. I don't write non-con, self-harm (of any kind), underage, character death (unless you as very nicely) and reserve the right to refuse requests. If you are demanding or rude then you will not be answered.

NSFW asks are open, but I tend to answer on Thursdays (tagged "Thursday Thots") specifically. Again, you may submit what you want but I may just not be into any kinks you may have included, so I reserve the right to refuse your prompts

Thank you! ❤️

[adenator]

If you're reading this, I'm assuming you were looking for my main blog. Great! You're already here! Most of this pinned post's content is under the Keep reading cutoff, so that you won't be obstructed as much if you want to get to my blog's actual content. Except for this hyperfixation indicator, for some reason.

::CURRENT HYPERFIXATION::'corru.observer'

Alright, now that you're reading this, I'm legally obligated- no I'm not, who am I kidding? Regardless, most content on here will be art I make or just generally silly stuff. If you're looking for my reblogs, you're looking for @adenators-reblogs.

Here's some lists:

adenator's sideblogs:

@adenators-reblogs - As mentioned before, I put a majority of my reblogs here.

@rw-creature-analyzer - An old blog I don't really use anymore. Its niche is already filled, and it doesn't get much activity anyways.

@unscheduled-notspider-stuff - I still need to rename this one. Probably going to restart it soon?

common tags:

#generic adenator ramblings - Text posts and the like. Occasionally has media.

#adenator's works - My art and other stuff that I made!

This pinned post is subject to modification at any time. Information displayed here may not be accurate. The old pinned post still exists, but it just isn't pinned anymore.

[adozentothedawn]

Fan Work Saturday Sunday Monday

Got tagged (and mentioned) my @solas-backpack-mug, thank you so much! :D

Rules: If you're tagged, MAKE A NEW POST and showcase one fanartist or fanfic you recommend (with links), and tag someone to give their recs next! Don't forget to reblog the rec you were tagged in!

This might not entirely the point, but if you ask me, I am legally obligated to post again about my all time favourite Waidwen picture ever by Oliver Howell

If they have a tumblr I have never found it so I'm just posting the art station link here. It's so good, click on it, enjoy it, just stare at it for hours. I sure have.

I am also giving a shoutout to @bragganhyl who's done a lot of fun things but especially for a wonderful illustration of A Very Good Farmer (which I will also only link here so that tumblr won't slap me with a community label, but trust me, it's very good, click on it.)

As for fanfictions, there's a lot of very good writers in this fandom, but I am also obligated to tag @adraveins here for writing the fanfictions that got me into writing my own in the first place. I recommend you start with a violent collision and then read everything else right after because it's all great.

As for tags, I'll throw one to @stylishanachronism, @adraveins, @secretsfromwholecloth, and @bragganhyl if you have any recommendations.