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[tgmrooster]

"Pick a good callsign Miles, they'll call you that forever"

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

light of my life tbh✨

[mariatesstruther]

love the idea of baby miller and ellie going to the chicken coop one day and baby miller getting like instantly, unhealthy attached to a full grown chicken. the chicken loves them too, is totally okay with just chilling in baby miller’s lap as the five-year-old gently pets its feathers and pats its head. when ellie tries to get them to leave it, they cry so hard that ellie gives up and is just like “ugh bro fine but youre telling your mom this was YOUR IDEA. YOU. NOT ME.”

suddenly tommy and maria have a chicken living their house, following their toddler around 24/7 and sleeping in a box beside their bed. his name is buckley jr

[silviakundera]

checking back in on Parallel World,

rooster bro survived another life & death battle, saved the teen girl member of the party, got to ride INSIDE of the truck, and no one told me Jin Han was in this drama. there is both surprise amounts of Jin Han but not enough Jin Han. so now I'm itching to rewatch Twisted Fate of Love (or finally get around to his modern time travel drama My Deepest Dream)

[willgrahamscock]

can I just log in

[seblrina]

he’s so babygirl 😐

[buckevantommy]

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME LOU GOT A SELFIE WITH MAURICE

[ask-shane]

marnie’s not home, you know what that means.

charlie on the counter.

[hotcinnamonsunset]

a knitting pattern you don’t want to chicken out on😉🐓

[chick-it-out]

[konigsblog]

early mornings with farmer!könig

early mornings with könig include his firm, tight grip on your waist. he doesn't let go, not for a second. his tight grasp doesn't falter despite your squirming. groaning out and scolding you for moving so much, his face and nose buried in your hair — huffing at your sweet, strawberry essence. wearing nothing but your lace panties and bra, his thigh between yours and your legs intertwined with eachother.

it takes a lot to get up, too comfortable in eachothers silence and warmth. the sun peaking over the horizon, flashing through the blinds and allowing some cool air to seep through the gap in the window. the birds sing their melody, and he begins shuffling and moving. you almost think he's getting up — only pulling you closer and closer to himself. “sonnenschein...” his voice raspy, he grumbles out, eyelids slightly open before closing again, feeling as you turn to face him.

pressing your forehead against his, he smiles and chuckles before holding you tighter. his eyes finally crack open to admire your morning beauty, kissing your soft lips and leaning back on his white cushion. large, brute arm hung loosely around your waist, pulling you against him and covering his eyes with his other forearm. “so tired,” he mutters , you giggle. trailing your fingertips over his covered chest, a loose and breathable jumper on, the sleeves rolled up to his forearm.

he sits up, removing his jumper before leaning back down. a groan leaves him as you run your fingers to his abdomen, chuckling and holding your wrist before interlocking his large, calloused hand with yours. the sounds of birds chirping can be heard from outside, trees a bright green as spring approaches summer. the flowers are painted beautiful pastel colours, such as; purple, yellow and white.

chickens making the cluck-cluck sound and the sun a golden colour. the strawberries look ready for picking, perhaps you'll make a strawberry cheesecake or a pie of some sort whilst he works on the farm. his hands finding their way into your hair, noticing you zoning out. “what are you thinking about?” he smiles, seeing you flutter your eyes closed, a small smile curling the corners of your mouth. “nothing, baby.”

it's early, 05:21 to be exact. just twenty-one minutes past five o'clock, you had some time to spare. a knitted blanket at the end of the bed, and a yawn coming from your mouth as you finally wake up. sitting up, you pull your housecoat on, a white wooly robe around yourself, your bra peaking from the top. “coffee or tea?” your voice laced with honey, picking up his glass of water on the bedside table. “coffee, please, schatzi.”

the kettle boils and you do some dishes laying around in the sink, putting them away and adding the some milk before heading back upstairs with the mug in hand. he grabs the handle, smiling at you before you make your way to the bathroom to get ready for the early start of your day. cold water on your face and your breath fresh, a short, lace sundress on your form and some boots to go pick the growing, fresh fruit; the perfect season for them.

he's ready once your basket is full of red and blue berries, placing it on the counter before he heads off and onto the farm to feed the cows and chickens and sheep, calling you out to milk them. you giggle softly at his clinginess in the mornings; embracing warmth and comfort, holding you and snoring quietly behind you.

you did end up making that strawberry cheesecake, his favourite.

[guruiikeek]

Forgive me 💀

[what-is-my-aesthetic]

[screampied]

WAIT VEGAS WHOS THE FIRST DUDE HE LOOKS SO BBG - 🐓🍻

dekomoto / yuushi tatsumoto from lady k & the sick man 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[willgrahamscock]

when you finish a fic that was everything you could of hoped for and you click on their user to see that they’ve written dozens of fics for that pairing

[rwac96]

The Seven Stages of 🐓 Shock (Energizer)

(inspired by @juanarc-thethird's '7 Stages' Posts)

*Harriet Bree corners Jaune Arc, cornering him in the locker room of a training facility*

Harriet: "Alright, Rook. Let's see what we're working with~." *kneels down*

Jaune: *blushes* "H-Harriet..." *gulps*

Harriet: *undoing his belt* "Aww, you being nervous is so adorable, Rook." *unbuttons his jeans* "Now, the moment of truth~."

*Harriet tugs down his boxers and jeans, ending up getting smacked by--*

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(image edit done by juanarc-thethird)

STAGE 1: SHOCK

Harriet: *eyes wide, mouth open agape* "HOLY FUCK!!"

Jaune: "Harriet? Everything Okay?"

Harriet: "Your cock's massive!!"

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STAGE 2: CONFUSION

Harriet: *scratching at her hair* "How?! Fucking How?!"

Jaune: "How what?"

Harriet: "Fucking how has that brat of Specialist's Schnee's sister didn't snatch you up?!"

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STAGE 3: EVIDENCE GATHERING

Harriet: *pulls out measuring tape from her belt* "Alright, let's see."

Jaune: "Harriet..."

*Harriet measures Jaune's 'Arc', raising her brows in alarm*

Harriet: "Fucking ten inches?!"

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STAGE 4: BARGAINING

Harriet: *nervously taps her chin* "This...This could've been that nepobaby's--!"

Jaune: "Babe?"

Harriet: *bites her lower lip* "This...this is bigger than my 'personal toys'?"

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STAGE 5: ANXIETY

Harriet: *nervous* "C'mon, Harriet! Don't pussy out! You've dealt with the worst of the General's training and drills!"

Jaune: "Okay, this is getting weird..."

Harriet: "S-Still...what if I get addicted? But if I don't grab him now, either Elm, Winter, or her nepo baby sister will!"

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STAGE 6: RESOLVE

Harriet: *beginning to undress* "Fuck it! Let's do it! Rook, lose the clothes!"

Jaune: *nods* "A-Alright." *begins to undress*

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STAGE 7: ACCEPTANCE

Thwalp!Thwalp!Thwalp!Thwalp!--!!

*Harriet was put in a Mating Press position, with Jaune on top and her on the bottom*

Harriet: *moans* "Ooh, fuuuhuuuck~💕!! Like thaaat~💕!!"

Jaune: *thrusts* "Oh, Gods! You're squeezing me!"

Harriet: *wraps her legs around him* "Haaaah~💕!! Don't pull out~💕!! Fill me up~💕!!!"

Thwack!Thwack!Thwack!Thwack!--!!