pinning this! i'll be creating an acc in a week or so if i can't recover my main. no need to follow me here 🙇🏻♀️ i'll just be posting about random stuff
and just a note for everyone: this acc uses the same email as my main, so please don't be surprised if this gets nuked as well 😭 just to be safe, i won't be using this for my works
for anyone who isn't aware yet, trump is visiting the philippines on november 16 for the possible signing of the pax silica agreement. the communities severely affected by this are continuously showing resistance, as this will only do more harm than good for us filipinos and our homeland.
stay informed and use your voice. research and take a stand.
LUPA SA MAGSASAKA, HINDI SA PAX SILICA ‼️‼️‼️
#TrumpOut
#RejectPaxSilica
#TutulanAngLEC
i probably don't even have enough fics on ao3 to speak on this, but i really don't mind it if my works are saved and shared .. just a few weeks ago, i couldn't even fathom the idea that my fic was shared and recommended on some platforms. it's such a great honor 🤧
@Crocochoo yup... TT i was a bit taken aback about the discourse. but of course, reposting on another platform is a big no and if an author requests their fic to be taken down/deleted in a drive, their wishes should be respected
🔞 caleb's away for a mission. you both discover that facetime sex is actually a thing.
"show me your tits."
it's almost one in the morning for you, while caleb's day is in full swing on the other side of the world. matching your schedules through daily calls is exhausting. you don't want to distract him from his mission, and you definitely don't want to lose sleep, but you have no choice. so a few minutes into the call, you're already drifting off, barely catching his rambling. and then he drops that.
suddenly, you're wide awake.
"cute," you mumble, looking at the screen where his pixelated face has the audacity to smile. "i'm hanging up. bye."
"no! meimei, please, wait–"
he practically presses his face against the camera. his eyes go wide, and he looks so ridiculous that a giggle escapes you. you roll onto your stomach, prop your chin on your hand, and set the phone down so you don't have to hold it.
"i'm not showing you anything. and shouldn't you be working?"
caleb lets out a heavy sigh, full of exaggerated suffering, and flops onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes. he's in his hotel room. you were too sleepy to notice earlier, but now you see his shirt is unbuttoned, his tie loosened. his hair is slicked back with gel.
look at him, all formal and put-together. begging to see your breasts for just a second.
"come on," caleb whines. actually whines. a six-foot-two colonel of the farspace fleet. "just a little flash. one tit. half a tit. i'm not picky. i'm a humble man with humble requests."
the high marshal’s jaguar that is vicious and known for its aggressiveness, suddenly turning into a lapdog for his dearest sister empress recognizing that distinct scent that only clings to its owner.
“i’ve seen you’ve found yourself a new admirer at your feet, my dear sister.”