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[hawnks]

this still makes me insane btw…..

[embracethecringeside]

I wish he was our real pope 😔 we talk about him and all sorts of stuff in our new popecast 😎😎😎😎

https://anchor.fm/fabsolutely-abulous/episodes/Blu-Blu-Clone-Rick--Our-Beloved-e2eo7d8

We‘re also on insta for no reason 🙏🏼 byebye have fun

[p2ii]

Atleast one piece live action is good

[tapeworrmart]

Guilt ⛓️

[orviposition]

can you guys believe that yuri saves lives everyday

[yashley]

So sad. Do you think I do not understand the sorrow of responsibility?

[arkarti]

Part 15 of The Car Saga

[myokk]

troll attack😳

[jaxieus]

Ohh Serafine

You Smoke Too Tough. Your Swag Too Different. Your Bitch Is Too Bad. They’ll Kill You 😔

[crybaby-bkg]

“I thought I was supposed to be the old person in this relationship,” Toji’s voice rings out in the previously quiet atmosphere, makes your head whip up in surprise. your concentration is broken from your prior engagement, hands slowing as you can’t help the smile that grows on your face at his teasing.

“Crocheting is for any and all ages,” you snark back at him, taking in how he watches the way your hands still move rhythmically—yarn over, pull through two loops, yarn over, pull through the last two, chain four, repeat. “You weren’t talking shit when I made you that sweater for your birthday.”

“Yeah I did, cause it itched like all hell.” He teases, makes you stick your tongue out at him playfully. he wore that sweater everywhere, to the point you damn near had to rip it off of him to put it in the wash. (the only times he didn’t wear it was when he knew he’d get it dirty while doing his…business ventures, which you didn’t mind. you’d rather he go a day without wearing it than googling how to wash blood out of a crocheted sweater that took you weeks to make.)

by the time you snap back to reality, Toji has already crossed the room, standing in front of where you sit cross legged in the comfy recliner he brought just for when you crocheted. it takes you aback by how quickly he moved, so silently, face suddenly warm as you look up at him from under your lashes. his eyes are dark, shadowed by his fringe, his hands in his pockets, his head cocked to the side. he looks devious.

“What are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?” you ask him, finally pausing your hands as you rest them in your lap. but Toji doesn’t let you, no. instead, he holds them back up in front of your face as he sinks to his knees in front of you, his smile wide and evil, pulling your legs from under you as he settles them on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he croons to you, kissing the inner part of your knee, eyes still glued to your burning face. “Just keep doing your little old lady hobby while I busy myself.” without warning, he pulls your sleep shorts to the side, grinning when he’s met with the bare beauty that is your pussy. you shudder at the air that breezes past you, try to focus on chaining when he squeezes at your thighs with warm, veiny hands.

“But I can’t focus on counting my stitches when your face is between my legs.” you pout to him, hoping it’ll sway him to eat you out and then let you continue your project. but he doesn’t put his mouth on you until you start again, rewards you with a single wet, smacking kiss where you need it most.

“Guess you’re gonna have to learn how to multitask, sweetheart.” Toji grins before he licks a long stripe from taint to clit, your hands hiccuping in their movements. you can feel his smile more than see it, and come to the realization that he’s an evil, evil man. (you have to recount your stitches more than once, and even after you’re fucked out from euphoria and bliss, you still think you’re missing a few.)

[aviatrix-ash]

Still making that digital copy of the complete allspark almanac

Thought I'd do like a mass post with all the Cybertronian tech, lifestyle & culture world building goodies I could find in there.

[cfffrk]

[cakesmelons]

I got this idea from @elizakai during one of tuxi's streams, so I drew it >:3

Yes. This is the bible story but dreamtale-ified. 😭

I don't remember how we started talking bout it, but it was fun to brainstorm over >:33333 love you Kai. Making my brain go feral 😤😤😤 I'm gunna be posting a good bunch

[batwynn]

The sun. The moon. They—No, it’s impolite to say.

[pollyna]

Husband reveals but in the most normal way ever: Mav forgets his lunch home twice, and Tom drops by because he can't have a starving husband, even less for such an important mission. The first time he's wearing civvies and the daggers are far away to not notice him at all, the second one Ice is still in full uniform when he strolls in the cafeteria, drops Mav's lunch on the table, kisses his lips and "I'm not your errand boy, next time you forgot your lunch it's on you" to which Mav smiles dopey "whatever you say, Iceman. Eat with me?". How could Tom say no?

All around them, nobody moves because the Commander of the fucking Pacific Fleet is sharing a sandwich with their captain. And they kissed.

[arkarti]

What would an interaction between Post-Murders Hemry and William be like? It's argued that since Movie was heavily inspired by "The Silver Eyes" book, and since Mike's dad looks similar to the guy shown to be working in the background in the training tape, they say Mike's dad is Henry, and Mike saying "He couldn't handle it (Garrett).", means he committed suicide like he did in the book.

I think Henry should survive a lil longer just so he can finish his mission: lighten up his ex 😳🔥

anyway:

"There hasn't arrived any police yet, so I guess you wanna make it personal. Can't blame you." "Do you feel any remorse? At all? William. That was my child." Henry's voice broke, the pain cut too deep. "All... all those other children. Ripped from their families. How can you lie in my face every day, acting like you care." He spat out the last word, tears forming on his face, cast into deep shadow. "Sorry that you found out." That was all the other man said. No empathy towards the families he destroyed. Just an inconvenience. Henry knowing his secret. This made things more difficult.