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[allthingsdavidtennent]

This is amazing, also he is totally fetch

And the nails, I couldn’t ask for more.

[bumpintheroad]

got my nails done and i feel like the baddest bitch

[pop-punklouis]

is this where I confess that I've had an *ahem* dream about you?

[sophsun1]

Addams Family Values (1993) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

[moonflowersandsparkles]

erling haaland having more goals that the literal chelsea fc this pl season is yet another reason why chelsea is for losers and man city is for hot girls

[wileys-russo]

can’t believe she’s the best server at Wimbledon and she’s never even touched the court 🎾

[emmyrosee]

my friend ate this when she was pregnant with her first born, and naturally I had to put Samu here 🩷

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“You want to eat what?”

You smile and dig your toe into the ground, swaying shyly at the reaction from your loving husband at the mere idea of your craving.

“I want ice cream in… like. Cabbage.”

His brow cocks and he licks his lips, looking at you in disbelief, and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles in your throat from the genuine judgement coming from your man.

He sighs, “I can make you any food on the planet, buy you the finest of fast food… but you want ice cream-cabbage-sandwich?”

“It sounds so good right now,” you whine. Then, your hands come up to cradle your belly, “I can’t help what Rumi wants me to eat.”

“Didn’t she want skittles in milk the other day?”

Your mouth practically salivates at the memory of the sweet treat he made you previously to satisfy your craving. But that’s not what you want right now.

Right now, you want an ice cream-cabbage-sandwich.

Osamu moves his big hands to cover his face, scrubbing softly before laughing, shaking his head, and then stalking over to you. Two large hands gently cradle the baby in your belly, thumbs lovingly stroking over the curvature of your bump. He sighs, “what ya think, Rumi girl? You want chocolate or vanilla?”

You pull a face, “vanilla. I’m not a sociopath.”

He snorts and moves to the vegetables, “right, of course, what was I thinking?”

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[shotmrmiller]

Fuck me if I’m wrong (or if I’m right), but

Team “I don’t care whether you shaved or not, just let me eat” is Simon and Kyle

Team “What the fuck do you mean you ‘shaved’?!? Why would you do that??” is Price and Soap.

Price is more so pissed meanwhile Soap goes into full on mourning.

kyle and ghost have absolutely no preference. none. bald from wax or completely untouched = same thing

price and soap have a preference they don't ever impose on you but if you ask them if you should shave they will give you a sharp "NO," and that's that :)

soap doesn't want you to trim either but he'll only say that if you ask.

[phantom-of-the-keurig]

Commander Cody in the mirror each morning before leaving his private officer’s quarters

[itspercyintime]

Bless Hades and Dionysus for absolutely serving. I cannot believe Poseidon is out here in a plain ass button up when THESE are his brothers

[bi-writes]

i literally gave him a vasectomy y’all ✌🏼

[sophsun1]

What We Do in the Shadows – 6.04: The Railroad

[senirr]

I can't stop thinking about this reddit post...

[pjs-everyday]

uuuuuhhh, I asked aizawa to pick me up after work and came out a bit late… do you think he’s mad at me? 😖👉👈

[emmyrosee]

“Daddy, Uncle Shi-Shi called you a news-ance.”

From underneath the cabinet, Atsumu’s head slammed into the wood above him, whatever he was doing suddenly not mattering. Rintaro, who was holding the tools, now was absolutely cackling at the entire scene. The now wounded blonde slowly pulls his head out of the cabinet, a massive hand cradling his head and a look of betrayal on his face.

“He what!”

“Well, when you called Uncle Shi-Shi after lunch to tell me to come home, ‘nd he asked if you were done, ‘nd you said no, he got mad when he hung up and called you a complete news-ance.”

Rintaro’s cackling reached new levels as Hisako looks quizzically between them, hand smacking his knee and gasping for breath he cannot seem to catch.

Uncle Shinsuke, who was just supposed to have Hisako for the day while Atsumu fixed the sink- right, that’s what he was doing, pre-slander and concussion- but when the job became too much, Atsumu figured he’d have Hisako dropped back off at home to have some lunch and her nap, so Kita could go about his day; no matter how much Kita adores Hisako, it can be hard to balance errands with a four year old.

So much for being courteous.

“Daddy, Uncle ‘Taro, what’s a news-ance?”

“It means your dad’s annoying,” Sunarin ungraciously explains, leaning against the counter. Hisako tips her head in confusion, and Atsumu gives him a glare.

“It means,” Atsumu sighs, “that Uncle Shi-Shi got mad that I was busy but still wanted you home. He didn’t think it was a good idea.” Then, under his breath, he mumbles a quick “didn’t stop him from dropping you off, though.”

“Oh…” Hisako seems to ponder this before she nods, letting Atsumu duck his head back under the sink. “Well I don’t think you’re ‘noying!”

Atsumu groans as his child picks up Suna’s description of a nuisance, “I’m glad baby; why don’t you go put on paw patrol, I’ll bring you lunch in a minute?”

“Okay daddy!”

Tiny feet toddle off, and from above the cabinet, Atsumu hears Rin stifle a laugh. “Damn, she’s funny.”

“Don’t encourage her, she turns every single uncle of hers against me.”

“Pretty sure you do that to yourself, my guy.”

“Give me the pliers and stay quiet.”

A few moments later, a small voice comes back into Atsumu’s earshot again, this time directed mostly at Suna.

“Uncle ‘Taro?”

“What’s up, lean cuisine?”

“How come Uncle Shi-Shi uses those big words, but mommy just says daddy’s ‘noying?”

His head slams back into the cabinet, once again whining in pain, and Suna’s laughter of betrayal once again filling the Miya home. A trip to the ER would have to wait; this is far more important.

“She WHAT?”