#(ilysm)

[pipsqueak317]

soooo

much more serious post than usual

please reblog this so all my moots see it

i might be leaving tumblr for good.

my brother told my mom about my account and she's convinced that as a 15 year old, i'm too young to have any form of social media. i told her i loved my friends on here and i told her that i loved you guys more than the rats that live in my town (so sorry @h3arts4stars but i hate the majority of people there) and she told me that all i really needed was one or two irl friends. i told her it wasn't fair of her to take my phone and my laptop away, and she also told me she's going to be checking all my search history AND looking through text messages. reeve, this does mean that your phone number might be deleted from my phone. also- a direct quote from my mother- "well, you'll just have to disappear from your online creeps the same way i made sure you disappeared from [my hometown]!"

now, i will never deactivate this account. pipsqueakpanic might get deleted, but this one will not. believe me, i will try to sneak on when i can and just check some of my activity and make a few posts, but it's not going to be much.

i love you all.

goodbye.

titty

[be3tle-myer]

drew ml for his birthday💞

[skitterbugzie]

Alien Cat

[xxxcxcxx]

[great-and-small]

Turkey vultures my beloved

[godshideouscreation]

[ashtreeeee]

tetoooooo !!! ^_^

[one-of-many-mothmen]

I feel like if Jon had snapchat, his story would be completely unhinged. Like his story would be a picture of a cat and then a video of him running from the cops. A picture of his tea and a statement, then a picture of a dead body in an abandoned house. Just some really weird shit.

[wifelivvyx]

okay i have a request !! maybe being on inside with george 👀 and a friends to lovers happens but also like drama??

Inside Trouble.

(A George Clarke x Reader fic set on Inside) notes at end of fic!!

You never expected reality TV to be this intense.

Sure, you knew Inside was about strategy, social manipulation, and surviving weeks locked in a house under 24/7 surveillance—but you didn’t realize just how personal it would get.

Especially with George Clarke in the mix.

You and George had been friends for a while before the show. Maybe even best friends. You always joked around, filmed videos together, and people constantly asked if there was something more between you. You always denied it.

But in here? With cameras watching, emotions running high, and George acting weird—it was getting a lot harder to pretend.

Day 8

"Y/N, admit it, you’d be lost in here without me," George teased, flopping down beside you on the couch.

You shot him a look. "Please. I’d be thriving without you weighing me down."

He gasped dramatically, hand on his chest. "That hurts. You love having me around."

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. "Keep telling yourself that, Clarke."

Someone from across the room chuckled. "You two do realize the entire internet is shipping you, right?"

You froze.

George, on the other hand, smirked. "Yeah, well… they might be onto something."

Your stomach flipped.

But you laughed it off. Because that’s what you always did.

Day 13

Lately, George had been distant. Not in an obvious way—he still joked around, still sat next to you at dinner, still teased you in the group challenges—but something had changed.

And you weren’t the only one who noticed.

"He’s jealous," one of the contestants whispered to you one afternoon.

You blinked. "Of what?"

She smirked. "C’mon, Y/N. You’ve been spending more time with Matt. And George? He’s fuming."

You glanced across the room. George was talking to someone, but his eyes kept flicking over to you. And yeah, now that you were looking for it—he definitely wasn’t happy.

So, of course, you had to test the theory.

You laughed a little louder at Matt’s joke.

And that was when George stood up and left the room.

Day 14

You found him in the kitchen later that night, leaning against the counter, looking pissed off.

"Alright," you said, crossing your arms. "What’s your deal?"

George scoffed. "I don’t have a deal."

"You’ve been acting weird all day."

"I’m fine," he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You stepped closer. "George—"

"Do you like him?"

You blinked. "What?"

His jaw clenched. "Matt. Do you like him?"

You stared at him, heart pounding. "Why do you care?"

George exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Because I—" He stopped, shaking his head.

"Because you what?" you pushed, stepping even closer now.

George’s eyes darkened, frustration flickering into something else. Something intense.

"Because I can’t stand watching you with someone else." His voice was low now, rough. "Because I’ve spent years pretending I don’t feel this way, and this stupid show has made it impossible to ignore. Because I—"

You didn’t let him finish.

You grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t hesitant. It was weeks of tension, months of denial, and every single moment leading up to this one.

George groaned against your lips, hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting for this. Like he was desperate for it.

You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. The kitchen, the cameras, the whole show? Gone.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless.

George swallowed, eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes.

"Well," he murmured, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Guess that settles that."

You laughed, still catching your breath. "Yeah. Guess it does."

And just like that—Inside had never felt more dangerous.

notes:

i would be lying if i said that requests without much infomation don't freak me out HELPP. i kind of just assumed you were talking about that one show 'inside'

ily all

[hughjackmans]

If you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.

Happy (late) birthday, @sansastarkr!

[sttoru]

ෆ tags. dad!toji x female reader. toji letting baby megumi try all kinds of new food !

it was a typical monday morning: you were making breakfast for your little family, flipping pancakes and eggs as you left toji to handle the task of helping megumi go through his routine. once your husband had finished, he walked into the kitchen with your little child in his arms (this time holding the boy somewhat properly).

once you turn your head towards the two, you noticed how megumi was eagerly suckling on toji’s index finger—a habit of your son to signal you that he yearned for his daily nutrients.

“megumi’s biting my finger off,” toji exaggerates, yawning before moving towards the fridge and opening the door. the sudden breeze of cold air hitting his skin makes him shudder.

you laugh and flip a pancake, revealing its golden brown colour on the back, “i stored ‘gumi’s food on the second shelf. a little in the back.”

megumi’s tiny arms were already reaching out for the familiar bowl, making grabby hands at it as if encouraging his dad to feed him his meal. toji’s eyes, however, were scanning the entire content of the fridge for something new, “y’know, maybe it’s time to learn how to eat somethin’ else, kid. your taste buds need’ta get used to other foods.”

according to his ‘brilliant’ logic, it’s best to get kids used to new foods at a young age so they won’t become picky eaters later on. thus, toji grabs the most random combination of whatever looks edible. the gathered items consisted of pickles, strawberries, mini-carrots, tomatoes and a single lemon.

toji quickly glances over at you, but your attention was totally focused on the breakfast you were preparing. your husband takes his chance, puts megumi in his high-chair and cuts up all the food he grabbed to biteable pieces for the baby, “alright, i’ll give ya the freedom of choosin’ something on y’r own. go on.”

toji places the various items on megumi’s small tray. the boy stares at the food and picks a piece of strawberry first since the red colour was the most appealing. megumi munches on it, hands as well as his lips getting a bit messy. he didn’t seem to dislike it as his little pouty lips continued to move and digest the fruit.

“okay, so ya like the strawberries. noted.” toji makes a mental note of the new discovery, already planning on buying boxes of strawberries for his son.

once megumi swallowed the piece, the curious boy goes on and picks another type of food. this time it was a yellow coloured piece—one which megumi had no knowledge about. toji did, however, and was already grinning.

the man crossed his arms while he looked down at his kid who was about to go through an unpleasant experience. that’s what builds character according to toji, so why would he intervene and stop megumi from eating a lemon? finding out on his own will teach him a very valuable lesson.

the second megumi’s tongue picks up on the extreme sour taste, his nose scrunches up, eyebrows furrowing along with a disgusted noise escaping the back of his throat, “blegh!”

toji bursts out laughing and points at megumi whose tiny fingers were trying to wipe the taste off his tongue, spitting and almost crying from the unfamiliar taste that entered his mouth. most parents would help their child out and give them water to rinse their mouth, however the scene was apparently way too hilarious to your husband for him to even think about rushing to aid megumi.

you turn to see what the commotion was about and spot your son almost in tears from whatever he ate. you frown and walk up to the high-chair, inspecting the squished piece of lemon in megumi’s hand.

“mannnn, that was the funniest stuff i’ve seen in a while.” toji snickers once he calms down, finally grabbing a tissue to wipe megumi’s drool and spit off.

“poor baby.” you watch the small child stare at his dad with a pouty expression on his little face like he was awaiting on an apology of some kind.

even toji can’t deny it: he did somewhat feel bad now. those big and watery eyes looking up at him made him soften in a fraction of a second. the dark-haired man dumps the used tissues in the nearby garbage can and then walks back to the high chair;

“aww, okay, ‘m sorry.” toji coos and lifts megumi up in his embrace, smothering the child with kisses all over his exposed shoulders before softly poking the fat of his cheeks, “can you forgive your daddy, kiddo?”

“da-da!” megumi happily giggles without knowing the meaning of toji’s words. all the kid desired at that instant was more of his dad’s attention and affection. especially after what occurred a moment ago.

megumi was guaranteed to get what he needed since toji was already preparing to tickle and kiss his adorable son all over as an apology.

you chuckle and go back to making breakfast—your ears filled with high-pitched squeals from your son as toji’s voice called out for a ‘tickle attack’.

at least all was well in the end.

[yumchxa]

More hairstyles! (ft. hair ideas note from last year)

usually ideas happen like this when I’m out so the notes app is my bff for remembering these things 🕵️‍♀️

[gogandmagog]

Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery 💌

[89cats]

my pretty little sunshine bby 💛

(her arm and neck fur grew back in so fast, and her belly.. well, we’re getting there)

[godshideouscreation]

[zoofzoofxx]

Cuddling sounds so good right now

Pairing - Joost Klein x Fem!Reader

Summary - After enjoying some drinks at a girls' night out, you made a silly joke thru the phone, and Joost ended up picking you up. He helped you get ready for bed. Right before going to sleep, you demanded a cuddle session.

Genre - pure fluff

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While seated at the table with my girlies, enjoying drinks consequence-free, the alcohol intake began to resemble "prank calling my boyfriend." My closest friend sat beside me, not as intoxicated. Leaning towards her, I quietly disclosed the entire scheme. Despite her laughter and disapproving nod, I proceeded. I reached for my phone, scrolled through the contacts to find my boyfriend's name, and tapped to call him.

“Hey schat. (Hey babe.)” My boyfriend’s voice came through my speaker.

"Hello, this is Y/n L/n speaking. Are you interested in purchasing a fridge?" I inquired, then muted myself while erupting into laughter with my girls. It was a silly and bland joke, but the drinks made it appear amusing.

"Y/n?-" is the last thing I heard before hanging up. After a while, I received a text saying: 'I'll come pick you up in 30.' I showed the messages to my best friend, and she suggested taking advantage of those 30 minutes to grab more drinks.

We celebrated, sipped, danced , and simply relished the moment until one of friends approached me to inform me that my boyfriend was waiting outside for me. I collected my belongings and attempted to walk steadily and appear clear-headed, but ultimately I stumbled and tumbled right into my boyfriend's embrace.

"Haha, you're so strong," I slurred while reaching out to his biceps. He chuckled and kindly took my bag from me, assisting me to his car.

"Babe, I adore youuu…" I murmur while playing with his hair as he secures my seatbelt. Then plants a kiss on my forehead and shuts the car door. He then settles into the driver's seat and starts the car. I was chatting the whole journey with Joost, and he didn't seem bothered. He simply listened and conversed with me as if I were clear-headed. After a while, we reached our residence. He turned to me, assisted in unfastening the seatbelt, and stepped out of the car. Guiding me out of it, he lifts me up in a bridal style carry as we enter our home. He places me gently by a nearby chair, removes my shoes. I let out a yawn, resting my head on the kitchen table, nearly dozing off. I heard the water running in the bathroom, assuming Joost was showering, but he emerged, lifted me, and escorted me to the bathroom.

"Are you able to bathe independently?" He inquires. And I simply nodded in response.

"Sure thing, just give a shout if you need a hand, I'll be waiting outside," he assured me, planting a kiss on top of my nose. I hugged him from behind as he was leaving. We stood there quietly for a moment until I let go, and he walked out. After relaxing in the bath, I wrapped myself in towels and left the bathroom.

"I'm so hungry, babe..." I tell him as he smiles at me. He looks really cute at this moment. His hair is all messy, falling over his eyes. I go up on my toes to kiss him quickly on the lips. He kisses me back, and I don't want it to end. He holds me by my waist, kissing me until he lifts me up and takes me to the bathroom, placing me on the edge of the bathtub.

"What are you up to?" I ask as he starts to open the cupboard, removing all my skincare items.

"You'll appreciate it tomorrow, darling," he mentions as he crouches down to begin my skincare routine. I couldn't help but admire how adorable he looked and occasionally run my fingers through his hair while he finished.

He took my hand and guided me to our bedroom, gently placing me on the bed before heading to the wardrobe. Returning with fresh pajamas, he assisted me in changing. After laying me down, he mentioned he'd be back shortly. Moments later, he emerged from the shower, finding me gazing out the window. He approached, embracing me from behind.

“Gaan we al slapen schat? (Are we going to sleep darling?)” He inquired while planting a peck on my cheek, and I simply acknowledged. I reclined beside him. Subsequently, a hush fell between us.

"Joost," I initiate, and I could perceive him pivoting.

"Yeah, princess?" He inquires, and I simply grin at the endearing nickname.

"Can we cuddle, pretty please?" I inquire, drawing nearer to him as a gesture.

I sensed his hand encircling my waist, followed by a kiss on my shoulder. A content smile graced my lips as I drifted into slumber, comforted by the presence of my exceptional partner beside me. I consider myself truly fortunate.

A/n - HI BABES!!!! Sorry that this one shot was so short 💔 I have a bunch of assignments to tackle tomorrow, so I might not be able to share anything. However, I have a one shot request about Baby Lasagna, so I'll likely dedicate some time to it tomorrow, and you can anticipate the one-shot to be up on Friday! I've also got an idea for the third part of my tale involving Joost. So stay tuned for updates! 🩷🩷🩷🩷