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National Prairie Day

National Prairie Day, on June 3 this year, celebrates the beauty and ecological value of this often-overlooked ecosystem. Spanning more than a dozen American states and several Canadian provinces, the North American prairie is a vast grassland that offers more biodiversity and beauty than most people realize. With their endless, gently rolling plains and highly productive soils, prairies have been a valued location for farming and ranching for thousands of years. Today, only 1% of tallgrass prairie in the United States remains untouched by farming or development. National Prairie Day promotes the appreciation and conservation of America’s native prairies.

History of National Prairie Day

The United States is home to a dazzling array of geographies and environments. Some, like the towering redwoods of California or the majestic cascades of Niagara Falls, enjoy worldwide reputations as media darlings and tourist hotspots. Other ecosystems, like the humble prairie that covers much of the interior United States, receive fewer accolades but play crucially important roles in the development of the nation.

Defined as a flat grassland with a temperate climate and derived from the French for ‘meadow,’ ‘prairie’ has become almost synonymous with the expansion of the American frontier. Flanked by the Great Lakes and the grandiose Rocky Mountains, the North American prairie extends across 15% of the continent’s land area. Other examples of similar grasslands around the world include the pampas in Argentina, the Central Asian steppes, and the llanos of Venezuela.

There’s more to the prairie than meets the eye. In fact, tall grass prairies host the most biodiversity in the Midwest and provide a home for dozens of rare species of animals and plants, including bison, antelope, elk, wolves, and bears.

Native prairies face extinction as more and more land is converted to agricultural and ranching use. Due to its rich, fertile soil, prairie land is prized for agricultural use. Around the world, almost three-quarters of agricultural regions are located in grassland areas. With only 1% of tallgrass prairie in the U.S. remaining untouched, the American tallgrass prairie is now one of the most endangered ecosystems on the planet. The Missouri Prairie Foundation launched National Prairie Day in 2016 to raise awareness and appreciation for the nation’s grasslands. The organization seeks to protect and restore native grasslands by promoting responsible stewardship, supporting acquisition initiatives, and providing public education and outreach.

National Prairie Day timeline

6000 B.C. The Prairie Forms

The North American prairie forms roughly 8,000 years ago when receding glaciers give way to fertile sediment.

1800s The American Prairie Decimated

Throughout the 19th century, farmers and ranchers, excited about the rich potential of prairie soil, convert almost all of the American prairie to farmland and grazing land.

Early 1930s The Dust Bowl

The combination of years of mismanagement, the stock market crash, and drought conditions come to a head as thousands of families in Oklahoma, Texas, and other parts of the Midwest lose everything when their farms fail, driving them to California and elsewhere to seek work in more fertile fields.

2016 First National Prairie Day

The Missouri Prairie Foundation launches the National Prairie Day campaign to promote awareness and conservation of the vanishing ecosystem.

National Prairie Day FAQs

Why don't prairies have any trees?

The environment of the prairie, with its flat terrain, regular droughts, and frequent fires, is uniquely suited to grasses that don’t require a lot of rainfall or deep soil to thrive.

Why are prairies important?

The prairie provides an irreplaceable home for hundreds of plant and animal species, as well as exceedingly fertile soil for human agriculture and ranching. Prairie destruction has had catastrophic effects, like the Dust Bowl that decimated American farms in the 1930s. Prairies also contribute to the conservation of groundwater.

Why did the Dust Bowl happen?

The Dust Bowl disaster that swept the U.S. and Canada in the 1930s had several natural and man-made causes, including severe drought and a failure to properly manage farmland and conserve precious topsoil. A series of intense dust storms wiped out agriculture, eroded the soil, and left the land unable to produce crops.

National Prairie Day Activities

Learn about the prairie

Donate to a conservation group

Plan a visit to a famous prairie

Do a little research to learn about this important American ecosystem and the role it has played in the cultural and economic development of our country.

If you're concerned about the loss of the American prairie, donate to a grasslands conservation group to support their work.

Do you live near a prairie? Try finding the grassland nearest you and plan a visit.

5 Interesting Facts About Prairies

‘Prairie schooners’

Dogtown

Where the buffalo roam

Carbon hero

Rising from the ashes

During the 1800s, when Americans embarked on the long journey westward, their covered wagons were often referred to as ‘prairie schooners.’

Prairie dogs live in vast networks of underground burrows called ‘towns,’ which can cover hundreds of acres and house thousands of prairie dogs with complex social relationships.

When Europeans first arrived in North America, up to 60 million bison roamed the plains — by 1885, there were fewer than 600.

Prairies can help fight climate change — one acre of intact prairie can absorb about one ton of carbon each year.

On the prairie, wildfires can actually be a healthy thing — with more than 75% of their biomass underground, prairie plants are uniquely suited to surviving and thriving after a fire.

Why We Love National Prairie Day

The prairie often gets overlooked

Native grasslands are critically endangered

It reminds us of the diversity of America's ecosystems

It's not often we remember to celebrate grasslands, yet the prairie plays an important role in America's cultural past and environmental future.

With only 1% of America's native prairie remaining, it's more urgent than ever to conserve and protect this vital resource.

The United States has more environmental variety than almost any other country on earth. Celebrating each unique ecosystem reminds us to appreciate and protect all the beauty our country has to offer.

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beautifulscreaminglady · 20 days

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I don't know if I'm going to continue watching Baywatch. I love season one but season two has a wildly different tone and what's worse, in a way that feels obvious and forced. I don't know if there was a writer change or what but the drama and the stakes go up to 11 and things get fucking DARK. Also they replaced Hobie's actor and also seemingly de-aged him which is a real trip.

#baywatch #the rapist fisherman episode was terrifying #and the episode where Shauni goes to Tianna's house and gets harassed by the crips?! wtf was that #(so like. before this episode there was literally ONE Black character and he was kind of the butt of the jokes)#shauni is my baby and the writers love to torture her *cries*#and idk how I feel about the latino gang of guys #season one hobie is hanging bikini models on his bedroom walls and season two hobie is like dad is it normal to want to kiss a girl?#but maybe season two was just returning to the pilot's roots where there was that girl who was obsessed with one of the lifeguards #and tried to kill his wife with a big ass knife

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oldmannapping · 3 months

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Mama - a Red Hood fanfic

Directly inspired by this post by @webshood

Excerpt:

You don’t jack a car in Crime Alley. And you definitely don’t jack a car in Crime Alley that almost certainly has a child in it.

The “Welcome To Gotham: 10 Things You Need To Know” pamphlets that Harley Quinn earnestly distributed to newcomers to the Gotham underworld were very clear about Red Hood’s list of Dos and Don’t.

Among the top Don’ts were:

Crime in Crime Alley

Crimes against women in Crime Alley

Crimes against children in Crime Alley

Mama

It wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t been so goddam cute.

Felicia Aidia, barely a year old. Couldn’t quite walk yet, but she could stand unassisted for five seconds of startled jubilance before her own shock at the situation would send her flopping back on her adorable diapered butt. Huge almond eyes that were nearly black, wispy black hair and full pink cheeks, she looked altogether too cherubic to be real.

Felicia had been strapped safely in a booster seat, poking at the condensation on the window of the rideshare car she was in with her babysitter, when they were carjacked by an idiot with either a death wish or less situational awareness than a stoned beetle.

There was no other excuse for why this man jacked a She-Share, one of the brightly-marked cars in a fleet that was famous for being Gotham’s first rideshare company to boast child seats in every one of their vehicles at no extra cost.

They were famously affordable and primarily utilised by single parents in low-income areas such as Crime Alley.

You don’t jack a car in Crime Alley. And you definitely don’t jack a car in Crime Alley that almost certainly has a child in it.

Among the top Don’ts were:

Crime in Crime Alley

Crimes against women in Crime Alley

Crimes against children in Crime Alley

The car thief had shoved the driver and Felicia’s babysitter out of the vehicle but utterly failed to notice the giant car seat and the appropriately-sized child occupying it.

A city-wide Amber Alert was out within minutes, which honestly was pretty good considering it happened in Crime Alley and Gotham police liked to pretend that area was just a mysterious Bermuda Triangle kinda place where people just mysteriously went missing, who can say why, oh well, what can you do.

The police were fast but Red Hood was faster.

The vigilante was leaping across rooftops with the speed of a panther. One police helicopter pilot completely forgot their assignment and started following him instead of the stolen car. People livestreamed blurry videos of the car careening around corners that hadn’t yet been blocked off, panning up to catch a glimpse of red metal and brown leather streaking across the sky in pursuit.

The end was anticlimactic. Hood crashed onto the roof of the car from the awning of a deli like a feral beast and punched straight through the driver’s side window. He knocked the driver out and wrested control of the vehicle until it skidded to a stop a few blocks away from the official police cordon.

Before any officers got there, Hood had hogtied the unconscious car thief and carefully extracted Felicia from her carseat.

She let out a small, uncertain wail at the sight and sound of cheering locals, crowding close to film and too boisterous with relief to realise they were scaring a baby.

Felicia pouted. It had been loud, and then fast, and then unfamiliar, and then loud again, and suddenly she was outside, and she was supposed to be napping, and she didn’t know any of these people.

Wait, yes she did. The man cradling her protectively with one arm and holding the other out to the crowd, telling them to, “Back off, back off, give her some space,”, she’d seen him before. She didn’t know how but he was familiar. His big red face (no eyes, very strange, no mouth too! How did he suck his thumb?) wasn’t scary. He was the man on the wall painting! The big wall near the playground had a picture of him painted on it. The playground was safe, and he reminded her of the playground. He was holding her protectively and he was all nice and warm.

Felicia didn’t know many words. But she did know the word she used for the person who felt safest.

“Mama!” she said loudly, clinging to the red man’s arm. “Mama!”

“It’s okay, kiddo,” he said in a very soothing voice for someone without a mouth, “We’ll get your mom.”

A police officer arrived and tried to take Felicia away. She did not appreciate it.

“Mama!” she cried louder, torn between frustration and fear. No one ever listened to her! She reached for the red man. “MAMA!”

Well. Like we said. She was so goddam cute. All eyes were on her fat little face, her adorable, freshly-rescued, chubby little hands reaching out to Red Hood. Everyone was filming her on their phones.

And she called the Red Hood “Mama”, in a perfectly clear, tiny, adorable little baby voice.

Of course it went viral.

For a while, it was a fun in-joke between Gothamites. People playing vigilante bingo to see who they’d spot each night would jokingly ask each other if they’d seen “Mama” down by the docks. Goons blustered amongst themselves that “Mama” didn’t scare them, as they kept their heads down and prayed he didn’t notice them. One bold news website captioned a picture as “Red Hood/Mama” in a story about Felicia’s rescue, while the commenters lost their minds either rofl skull skull skull dying laughing or warning the editors that they should be careful in case the trigger-happy vigilante didn’t have a sense of humour.

Closer to Hood’s home though, the reception was different. And, to him, wholly unexpected.

It started with Felix, the 16-year-old who’d been a sex worker until Hood cleaned up the under-18 scene in the Alley, and who now helped shuttle street kids to the lowkey safehouses Hood and his team had set up. Felix was a good middleman the kids trusted to take them somewhere with food, water, electricity, and no one called CPS. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a good compromise until Hood could clean the stink out of the city’s social services.

Felix was smoking on a stack of crates one night, chatting to a couple of his friends, when Hood strolled over.

“Hola, Mama,” Felix greeted casually, taking a drag of his cigarette as his friends choked.

Hood just sighed. “Not you too.” With a weary exhale, he got to business. “I got those extra blankets you needed for the safehouse on Cedar. They’re at the Warehouse B if you want to run them over tonight. Sheila knows you’re coming, she’ll sort you out.”

And so, with Felix not dead and two witnesses with big mouths to tell the tale, word spread. It was open season on Red Hood’s new nickname.

“Hey, mama!” called the girls on the corner as Hood checked to make sure none of the johns had gotten too rough.

“Mama’s here!” crowed the gays and theys across the block as he dropped off condoms and hot soup.

“It’s mama!” announced the receptionist at the shelter when Red Hood stopped by to do an inventory check.

Everywhere he went.

Whatever. It would pass. People’s attention spans were shot to shit, and the loudest viral jokes always burnt out the fastest. At least, Hood was pretty sure. He wasn’t really online much but it was impossible to exist in the world without hearing a few meme references, and they always seemed to die out fast. When was the last time anyone talked about Baby Shark? Or that kid who said “corn” weird? This would blow over.

Granted, it was taking a bit longer than Hood initially expected.

When Dick gleefully changed his name in the Family Chat, Jason ignored it. He never replied to that thing anyway.

When Red Robin said, “Mama, you’re clear,” in perfectly neutral tones during an otherwise routine surveillance operation, and several comm lines immediately muted themselves, Jason ignored it.

When Damian’s new black kitten, with huge blue eyes and a white streak on the forehead, was named Mama, Jason started to get annoyed. Even DAMIAN?

When Roy answered his call with, “Mama, I missed you!” followed by thirty seconds of unhinged cackling, Jason hung up the phone and didn’t speak to Roy for three days.

When Cass used the ASL sign for Mom to relay information to him during a mission brief, his shoulders dropped.

When Alfred gave him an exquisite pink cupcake on the second Sunday of May, Jason thanked him, left the room, walked into the nearest bathroom, carefully put the cupcake on the bench, and screamed into a towel for six minutes.

When Duke finished a story about growing up in the Narrows with, “Mama knows what I’m talking about, right?”, Jason was defeated.

Fine. They win. Everyone wins.

He worked so hard on a legacy. He dug out of his own GRAVE. He clawed himself back from insanity and anger and reclaimed himself, reclaimed Red Hood, reclaimed his home. He carved a new space for himself, not quite a vigilante, not quite a villain. He made his own rules. He built an empire.

And now, he’s FUCKING Mama.

Life isn’t fair. Sometimes the Joker kills you and you sever heads and butcher bad guys and build up a reputation and then one goddam adorable child says two goddam syllables and you’re fucking MAMA for the rest of your goddam life.

Fuck it. He’s going home. He’s too tired for this shit.

#batman #red hood #jason todd #dick grayson #batfamily #roy harper #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #harley quinn #batman fanfiction #crime alley #crack fic

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drchucktingle · 7 months

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transmasc protagonist

i answered an ASK about tinglers with transmasc protagonists and wrote: SNABE IS TRANS

but then i thought 'wait is snabe the protagonist?'

i mean harriet clearly is but i thought maybe ALSO snabe but i am not sure now.

so i am going to leave this answer up but also add these tinglers below:

POUNDED BY MY HANDSOME BIGFOOT PILOT: A TRANS BUCKAROO TALE

THAT LAST MISSING PIECE FOR THE JIGSAW PUZZLE I'VE BEEN WORKING ON ALL WEEK IS HANDSOME AND HE'LL POUND ME IN THE BUTT ONCE I FIND HIM: A TRANS BUCKAROO TALE

MOTHMAN QUARTERBACK GHOST IN MY TIGHT END: A TRANS BUCKAROO TALE

HANDSOME SENTIENT FRENCH FRIES GET ME OFF: A TRANS BUCKAROO TALE

I SCALED THIS SENTIENT MOUNTAIN TO FIND HER BUTT AND POUND IT AND NOW WE ARE MARRIED: A TRANS BUCKAROO TALE

#snablife #trans #buckaroo lifestyle #love is real #chuck tingle #tingleverse

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sleeplesssmoll · 5 months

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I think Vertin might be a tactile person.

Here are examples taken from the voice lines and context clues. This isn't an all conclusive list of touchy interactions, just what I could find. Someone stop her before she gets hurt. Update: I'm going to keep adding on as we find more interactions together because this is really fun.

Sotheby (hat and hair): Stop it! You can't just touch an adult's head! (She is 13. Vertin probably sees her as a baby and pat her head).

Bette (hands): Ha ha ... They might be a little rough. To tightly grab the eave does require abundant practice. (assuming Vertin is holding her hand. Don’t ask me how we got here.)

Rabies (clothing and torso): Straws ... be hugged. Rabies ... feels it. (she hugged him 🥹)

A Knight (hat and hair): One step further, and you will be in close contact with Someone's nose... As long as you can hit Someone's head. (how close is Vertin standing to the AK? Or maybe she was looking for an invisible head to pat.)

Mesmer Jr (Hands) :Compared to the incurable anxiety, these wounds are minor. Oh, watch your distance. (smh Vertin not everyone likes being touched.)

Melania (hat and hair): "Well done. Please keep on." ...Aren't you going to say that? (more headpats but Melania needs vocal praise too.)

Lilya

Clothing and torso: Feel awesome? Now it's my turn to pet you. (...what is Vertin petting? This is clothing and torso but I'm lost.)

Hat and hair: You should be grateful that I am too lazy to move now. Or you should know that the first-class pilot’s got a first-glass head-butt, too. (Vertin taking advantage of the moment to give headpats. I'm telling you, its a THING)

Leilani (Hands): Shaka brah! Ooh! Do you want a handshake or a high-five, my friend? I'm fine with either! (She’s so wholesome)

Cristallo

hat and hair: Are you patting my head? The doctor says, this is a reward for good children. Have I done something right?

Hands and sleeves: Would you like to hold my hands? I could be with you anytime. (Cristallo is weak and frail. The nurses say she could be blown away by a gust of wind. Despite this she says she’ll be with Vertin anytime. To me it reads as Vertin being worried Cristallo will disappear too. Cristallo notices so she offers to hold hands and says she will always be here as a way to comfort her.)

Darley Clatter

Hat and Hair: Oh ... I can't deny you are really good at patting.

Clothing and Torso: Take a look at my beautiful muscles! I don't need to explain how fabulous I am. Hey, watch out! Rub me in the direction my mane grows.

Bonus Intimacy : Adorable? Ahh? You don't even have a taste! (Vertin pets him and calls him adorable. Darley, don’t let the girlies know. They might end your noble bloodline.)

Pavia (Hat and Hair): Wanna know how many holes I've made on others' heads? No? Then stop it. (What possessed her to give Pavia headpats?)

Dikke (hat and hair): Thou art overstepping my boundaries, arcanist. (I’m guessing Vertin is at it again with the headpats. Dikke smiles when she says this so she isn’t offended. If anything, she seems amused. )

Eternity (hands and sleeves): Go on, try holding it, and feel its temperature rising in your hand… Easy, sweetheart… take it easy, heh heh… (more hand holding but Vertin wasn’t prepared this time)

An-an Lee (hands and sleeves): What? You want a palm reading? (Vertin, why are you like this? Are you randomly touching people's hands?)

Regulus (hands and sleeves): What do you want? I don't have any spare scratch. (I'm sure she knows you're broke since she's your boss. Vertin's just being Vertin at this point.)

Vertin leads Regulus by the hand into her Suitcase in the prologue

Blonney (hands): Interesting! It's been a while since I last met someone who would start with holding hands.

She also holds Blonney's hand as she calms her down during the green lake event.

I feel like I should have picked up on this sooner. Gift-giving, hand holding, and headpats. This is the Timekeeper way.

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morallyinept · 5 days

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What do you think the boys’ favourite sex positions are? (I can already guess Jack’s.. 👀)

Hey Lovely Non! 🖤

Oooh, so I totally had this planned for my list of Pedro Boy Rambles, so thank you for asking and kicking my butt in gear to finally do it, hehe! 🙌🏻

Enjoy! 🖤

Mild NSFW

Jett’s Pedro Boy Rambles Masterlist

These are just my own head canons and not verbatim. Your ideas may differ to mine and that's awesome!

Joel Miller - Prone Bone. (You lay flat on your stomach, and your lover lays on top of you.) Joel is gonna be covering you like a damn blankie as he rams you into the mattress, darlin’. Big, broad and crushing the air from your lungs as he ploughs deep. Hand over your mouth to keep you quiet - it's the apocalypse after all, darlin'. Think teeth marks left on your shoulder, panty grunts in your ear and lack of breath as this man mountain covers you completely.

Ezra - Doggy Style. (You’re on your hands and knees and your lover kneels behind you.) Ass up, Ezra will fuck you like an animal with his nine inch nail... Hard, messy and plenty of growling and grunting thrown in the mix. Easy access to switch to anal too, he likes to watch as you coat him in your shiny gem-like slick when he pulls out, and slams back inside, which causes him to babble incoherently.

Frankie Morales - 69. (Side by side, on your back or on top, always a versatile position.) Our resident pilot - and pussy eating King 👑 - can nestle between your legs for hours and hours. And if he gets a little attention on his landing gear stick too, then you can guarantee there'll be no bad landings, hermosa.

Marcus Pike - Missionary. (You’re on your back and your lover is on top facing you.) Marcus Pike will want to look into your eyes as he makes sweet, sweet loving to you. Telling you how good you feel, how much he cares for you, how he wants you to move to D.C. with him… slow him right down by grinding up agaisnt him with your hips and enjoy some pancakes together afterwards.

Dieter Bravo - The Amazon. (Your lover is flat on their back with their legs up and you squat on top as they penetrate you.) The perfect bottom position for Dieter, wanting you to control and own him and look like you’re fucking him with your own cock. To which he’ll soon suggest that you get the strap out and do just that after a while. Guaranteed position to make Dieter Bravo see stars.

Javier Peña - Legs Up Missionary. (You’re on your back, with your legs up and over and resting against your lover's shoulders.) You’ll feel Javi go deeper than any undercover mission in the jungle, and he won’t be so keen to pull out so quickly either, cariño. The further forward he leans in to kiss you, to let that sweaty moustache leave it's mark, the deeper he'll go and make you scream.

Javi Gutierrez - The Wheelbarrow. (Your lover stands behind you lifting your legs whilst your hands are on the floor.) The perfect position for you and your silly sunshine man Javi to experiment and to giggle incessantly when he drops your legs over and over, until you just straddle him on the floor and ride him until he weeps.

Marcus Moreno - The Lotus. (You sit in your lover's lap, face to face, legs wrapped around their waist.) Marcus will want to hold you in his strong arms, feel you ride him, look into your eyes and push your chests and foreheads together as he tells you how super you make him feel. Cue intense orgasms because this position really lets you feel that emotion and love from your hero.

Dave York - The Piledriver. (You lay on your back with your legs back, your lover sits on your butt and drives deep vertically.) Deep. Oh so deeeeep. Guaranteed that you won’t forget Dave York in a hurry as he penetrates you deeper than a blade slipped into your gut.

Agent Whiskey - Reverse Cowgirl. (You straddle your partner, facing away from them.) Yeehaw! Ride that cowboy, sugar! Jack will lend a hand as he holds your hips tighter than a binding lasso watching you buck and squeal on him better than a bucking Bronco. Lean forward to give him the pefect view of where you both meet, and you'll drive this cowboy wilder than the west.

Tim Rockford - Spooning. (Your lover lays behind you on their side and slips inside you.) After a late night solving grisly crimes, Tim slips into bed cuddling up to you. Your warm back pressed up against his broad chest, kissing your neck as he slips inside you, slow and deep in a sleepy, love-filled haze. When you wake up in the morning, this handsome detective is still buried inside you.

Max Phillips - The Lap Dance. (Your lover sits in a chair and you sit on them facing away.) Ideal for office scenarios when your performance review with your snarky boos turns hot and heavy, and to give Max the perfect access to your tasty jugular. Also perfect for him simply standing up and pushing you forward over his desk too.

Lucien Flores - The Ballet Dancer. (Both standing face-to-face with one leg up around your lover's waist.) Quick and easy for those secluded, dark corners in the bottom of the azalea garden, when your old lover returns and gatecrashes a party he wasn't invited to, and you still can't resist his gold-chained charm… ideal for grabbing at that fluid silk shirt.

Oberyn Martell - Coital Alignment Technique (CAT) (Missionary, but your lover is slightly higher up for the perfect clitoral grinding.) Sensuous, deep and the perfect position for Oberyn to look into your eyes as you come undone around your Dornish Prince. He will make you feel every, single hard inch as he worships you like a queen.

Silva - Cowboy. (Your lover sits on top straddling you.) A seasoned rancher, it’s safe to say Silva knows a lot about riding… grinding, deep and slow so as not to put his back out further, Silva and you can switch it up when it starts to ache and you can cure all his ailments.

Pero Tovar - The Rocking Horse. (You sit or kneel in your lover's lap and lean back on your hands as far as you can go. Aim to hold onto their ankles.) Pero will get a delicious, mouthwatering view of you all stretched out on the end of his cock, and the hunger will soon stir as you ride this surly Mercenary into a drooling submission.

Din Djarin - The Butterfly. (You lay back on an elevated surface, your lover stands in front with your legs up against their chest.) In small spaces inside the Razor Crest, Din will relish the chance to get you spread out on the shiny surfaces. Ideal position for his, uh, helmet to remain fully intact…

Maxwell Lord - Pushing Tush. (Missionary with access to your lover’s butt.) Whilst Max drives deep, your hands are free to roam and play with that ample tush of his… and you can switch it up to make all your wishes come true when he can play with yours, too.

🖤

Jett's Pedro Boy Rambles Masterlist

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thatlovinfeelin · 8 months

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Swan Song | Jake Hangman Seresin |

Carole Bradshaw was pregnant when Goose died. Newly pregnant, too early to even know. The pregnancy was hard, not just emotionally but physically. The birth was even harder, but in the end Carole was left with a beautiful baby girl. She had Goose’s eyes from the start, big and brown, just like her big brother Bradley. Her smile was contagious from the very beginning and soon she was growing into a beautiful young woman.

Y/N was very close with her big brother Bradley. They were nearly inseparable. So when Bradley joined the Navy, it took everything to convince Y/N that she shouldn’t follow in his footsteps. She went to college nearby, and got her degree slowly but surely. And once it was all said and done, and Bradley had a permanent position at Miramar, Y/N joined him there.

“C’mon! Just take me for one drink!” You begged your older brother, “You never let me meet any of your friends! Even Penny said you should let me come!”

“Penny needs to mind her own business,” Bradley grumbled, throwing on one of your dad’s old Hawaiian shirts.

“No, Penny definitely needs to butt in more,” You argued, “She wants me to actually make friends here. Outside of the studio!”

“You’re the one who decided to move here,” Bradley pointed out.

“And you’re the one who keeps me virtually locked up here!”

“It’s my job to protect you. None of the people I work with are worth knowing, anyway, aside from Phoenix maybe.”

“Great, so introduce me to Phoenix!” You begged.

“One drink,” He held up one finger, eyebrows pinched tight. He wasn’t joking. You were his baby sister, it was his job to look after you and protect you from everyone and everything. Including everyone he worked with.

He wasn’t even sure if the Daggers knew he had a little sister. Phoenix and Bob knew, because they were Phoenix and Bob. But the others had no idea, and Bradley planned on keeping it that way if he could help it. He wanted you to stay as far away from military men as you possibly could

“Two,” You bargained.

“Fine, then you’re coming home.”

“You have to play me one song too,” You said firmly, “One round of Great Balls and I’ll be happy.”

“You have yourself a deal,” He sighed, “Now c’mon. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

You threw your arms up in victory and ran to go change quickly out of your leotard. Twenty minutes later, you were pulling into the parking lot of the famous Hard Deck. Another five minutes after that and you had a cocktail in your hands as you watched Brad mingle with various people in uniform. He hated wearing his uniform to the Hard Deck, he always came home to change first.

“Penny, my dear, can I get another one?” A blonde asked, “Thanks darlin!”

You rolled your eyes and took another sip. Once the blonde had his new bottle of beer he turned his attention to you, which you were hoping to avoid. You had watched him watching just about every girl in this bar. He seemed to know everyone, and know all of the girls. It made you want to be sick.

“Now who might you be, sweetheart?”

You eyed Penny, who not so casually eyed the bell by the corner of the bar top. You wanted to laugh knowing she’d ring this guy in an instant for you. All you had to do was say the word.

“Not your type,” You replied, taking another sip, “Try the leggy blonde at the other end. She’s drooling over all of you patches.”

“I don’t think I want a tag chaser,” He replied, southern draw on full display, “What’s your name?”

You huffed before setting your cocktail down on the bar in front of you and turning slightly to face the man, “They call me Swan.”

“You a pilot?” He questioned, eyebrows raised.

“No, just related to one. My uncles gave me my own callsign when I was a kid,” you weren’t sure why you were even telling him any of this. You really wanted to tell him to fuck off back to whatever backwoods hovel he came from.

But there was something about the way he was looking at you that made you want to see a little more of him. His green eyes were intoxicating, and you were certain he used that to his advantage with all of the ladies. You didn’t want to be another notch on his bedpost.

Yet, you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together as he brought the bottle to his lips. You did a quick survey of the bar to see if Brad was anywhere around, but he was engrossed in a game of pool with several other uniforms. Maybe you could have a bit of fun tonight. Just for this one time.

“What do they call you?” You asked, leaning in a little further.

“Hangman.”

Fuck. You knew that name. He worked directly with Bradley, and obviously he had no idea who you were, otherwise he wouldn’t be talking to you. If he knew he would probably be fending off the guy at the other end of the bar who wouldn’t stop eyeing you.

“Well, Hangman,” You said leaning in a little closer, “Why don’t you buy me another drink?”

He smiled slowly and waved over one of the other bar tenders, Grace you think her name was, and then there was another drink in your hand.

“So, what brings you here? Never seen you before,” Hangman asks over the music.

“My brother and I live nearby, finally convinced him to bring me along with him tonight,” You replied simply.

“Do you need your brother’s permission?” He playfully questioned.

“I think you’ll find, Hangman, that I don’t need anyone’s permission to do anything.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

You drank the rest of your cocktail and slid off of the barstool, “Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes and find out.”

And that was the first time you fucked Jake Hangman Seresin. In the bathroom of the Hard Deck, while your brother and all of his friends were just feet away. Brad never found out though. Instead he marched his way over to the piano and started playing Great Balls the second you reappeared from the bathroom. You laughed and skipped over, sliding onto the bench next to him.

Jake was a little confused, watching you cozy up to Bradley when he’d been balls deep inside of you just minutes before. He was seething when you leaned over and kissed Rooster’s cheek. He didn’t think you were one to be fast and loose with everyone. But maybe he was wrong. After all, he didn’t even know your real name.

“Who’s that with Rooster?” He asked Phoenix through gritted teeth.

“Uh, I think that’s his little sister,” She replied, “Y/N, but everyone calls her Swan.”

Fuck. Jake Hangman Seresin was fucked. Because he’d just fucked Bradshaw’s baby sister. The baby sister that he only mentioned in passing because he had a picture of her in his locker and in his plane. Jake joked one day that she had to be a hell of a girl and Rooster let it slip, as if he didn’t even realize he’d said it. Maybe he didn’t. But Jake felt like he was going to be sick.

Did you know who he was?

When the music stopped Rooster came over to the Dagger group, you following closely behind him. You had a soft smile on your face as Bradley went around the group and introduced you. But when he got to Hangman you smile turned almost innocent, so much so it made Jake hard again just looking at you. You were smiling like you didn’t have his dick in your mouth, or so deep in your pussy that you kept saying you could feel him in your stomach.

“Hangman, this is my baby sister,” Bradley grumbled, “Y/N, this is Jake. But we all call him Hangman.”

You smiled again and stuck out your hand, “Nice to meet you, you can call me Swan.”

You were both very much fucked. Because all either one of you wanted to do was grab the other and continue what you started in the bathroom. All you wanted to do was kiss him silly in front of everyone, and then drag him to his no doubt, big pickup truck, and fuck him in it. Truth be told, that’s all Jake wanted to do too.

“Nice to meet you, Swan.”

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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all poe dameron stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST ✩ OSCAR ISAAC CHARACTERS ✩ 05/05/24

★ @theowritesstuff

☼ the droid problem

★ @eyelessfaces

☼ love bites

☼ us, now

☾ you and poe always promised to act on your feelings towards each other once the war is over. this time has come.

☼ uncalled for

☾ you get quite upset when poe "saves" your assigned mission by giving orders to your teams without consulting you; poe is determined to fix his mistake.

★ @whirlybirbs

☼ why are you crying

☼ risks

☾ cadet!reader & poe dameron butt heads after a mission

☼ damsel doing damage

★ @the-little-ewok

☼ an unorthodox method

☾ All you want is a hot shower, some clean dry clothes, and to crawl into bed. What you absolutely do not want is Poe Dameron in that bed with you.

☼ a little help

☾ Poe brings BB-8 to you every week insisting something is wrong but you can never find anything, His droid is always in perfect condition. But BB-8 has decided his master needs a little help with you…

★ @youvebeenlivingfictional

☼ heartless

☾ When you landed at the Resistance base on D’Qar, you had nothing but the clothes on your back, your mother’s heart pendant, and fifteen credits in your pocket.

☼ effective

☾Your family loves to rib you for being single. This Christmas, you learn that bringing your best friend Poe with you can make the holiday a little more enjoyable.

☼ the stars

☼ the force

☾ Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force

★ @campingwiththecharmings

☼ invisible string

☾ You're a new medic in the Resistance and you keep running into a certain pilot in the medbay.

☼ never have i ever

☾ Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab one of the shots in front of you and down it, coughing a little as the alcohol burns down your throat. As you set the glass back on the table, you slowly meet your best friend’s gaze.

He stares at you with slightly narrowed eyes, his lips parted as he absently tongues the inside of his cheek. “You’re messing with me.”

☼ fo!reader (co written w/ @runa-falls )

☼ some like it hot

★ @softlyspector

☼ hard landings

☾ Everybody in the kriffin galaxy seems to know you...Except for Poe.

★ @januaryembrs

☼ hot under the helmet

☾ Poe finds out the hard way the best mechanic in the resistance is also most beautiful woman he’s ever seen; too bad you’re so hot headed.

★ @jake-g-lockley

☼ did you meant it?

☼ feels right

☾ "you are, without a doubt, the most annoying person i've ever crossed paths with. and don't even get me started on the sound of your voice." and "please shut up. i can't stand how appealing your voice is."

★ @reallyrallyauthor

☼ sunk

☼ the promotion

☾ When you parents call you home to marry someone you’ve never met, you turn to your best friend, Poe, for help

★ @ichorai

☼ working in the dark

☾ poe should know better than to sneak up on you in the dark.

★ @bensolosbluesaber

☼ something forgotten

☾ Poe Dameron is the love of your life, but he can’t remember you. Still, Poe finds himself drawn to you and seeing flashes of a life he has forgotten.

☼ in the stars

☾ It took all your strength to save Poe Dameron. As you lay unconscious in the medbay, his real feelings come out.

★ @starryeyedstories

☼ one kiss

☾ Poe likes you. You like him. You’ve sworn to yourself you won’t get involved with anyone until the war is over. Poe has sworn to himself that he’ll get you to kiss him before then.

☼ black leader, shutting up

☾ Poe loves missions, especially when you’re manning the comm systems.

★ @batshitbimbo

☼ crush

☾ one moment he was just some pilot and the next he was your Poe.

★ @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

☼ tangerine, tangerine

☼ move over

☾ You let Poe share your bed when he's too drunk to go back to his own room. He, however, can't seem to stop himself from taking up all the space humanly possible.

★ @foxilayde

☼ nine ten, eleven, twelve

☾ Idiots in love. You’re the idiot, mainly. You happen to hear something quite salacious about your bestie. And oooh boy, are you awful at keeping your shit together.

★ @spctrsgf

☼ late

☾ another day, another mission where poe is (not just a little) late.

★ @angel-of-the-moons

☼ baby wings

☾ Poe teaching reader who’s a new pilot for the resistance some of his tips on flying.

★ @happyhauntt

☼ fight or flight

☾ you and poe have never seen eye-to-eye. most days, you wonder if you ever will.

★ @marc-spectorr

☼ come alive

★ @melodygatesauthor

☼ boundaries

☾ Commander Poe Dameron has a bit of a reputation in the Resistance. When your crew acquires a group of refugees in need of transport, General Organa is happy to oblige, but that just means that some people have to give up their beds on the ship and share...you being one of those people.

☼ break your fall

☾ When Commander Poe Dameron jumps you while you're on a ladder, you unfortunately fall backward and land on his gorgeous face. While you're grateful he broke your fall, you feel terrible that you may have ruined his Valentine's Day date and do your best to make it up to him.

★ @freelancearsonist

☼ even in the quietest moments

☾ Poe in which he and the reader are secretly dating?

☼ i don’t hate you

★ @dameronalone

☼ request

★ @ozarkthedog

☼ coquet

☾ CEO!Poe doesn’t take kindly to you flirting with a co-worker in front of him.

★ @writefightandflightclub

☼ less sass, flyboy, shut up and kiss me

☾ you’re friends with Poe, but you dream of more. Dreams can be painful things though, when there’s little chance of them coming true.

☼ a cut above the rest

☾ five times you cut Poe Dameron’s hair.

★ @leiakenobi

☼ graceless (ft. din djarin)

☾ “Two bad men, just nice enough to treat you right. Is that what you want?” (A young spice runner named Poe picks you up at a bar and takes you back to his ship. When an older member of his crew walks in on you, your one-night stand goes in a very different direction than you’d anticipated. Takes place in 20 ABY.)

★ @lilacliquors

☼ all the time in the galaxy

★ @dailyreverie

☼ your wish is my command

☾ Poe Dameron, the brand new Commander of the Resistance, is everything you have ever dreamt of: charming handsome, talented, and so completely in love with you. So what could possibly keep you apart from him? Maybe the target on both your backs, maybe the war, or maybe the fact that your mother is General Organa and dating her daughter, and her most beloved pilot, is something not even you two are brave enough to do.

☼ if i survive another night

☾ Right before a mission Poe wants gives you his mother's ring, you make him promise to come back to give it to you, with a proper proposal after you are both back. But you disappear during the mission, and Poe is left to grieve you just to find you years later with a promise still hanging in the air and a ring still hanging around his neck.

★ @jadefromwattpad

☼ scott street

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