#Brittany writes

[optimistic-violinist]

Merry Christmas @animationnut! I hope you have a lovely holiday, and enjoy this little ficlet! Your work has brought me a lot of joy so I was super happy to be able to write something for you :D

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Candace bit her fingernails for the umpteenth time as she paced in front of the front window looking at the raging snowstorm outside.

“It's not my fault,” she told no one in particular, aka Perry, who was curled up in his deluxe winter bed, complete with heating pad and no less than three blankets, but even he looked worried as he looked between the door and the clock.

“I told them that just this once they should skip concert practice. They knew it was going to be a blizzard when school got out! But did they listen to me? No! So it's not my fault.”

Perry chittered at her and after a long stare down she sighed.

“I know. I'm just worried. Phineas and Ferb should have been home by now, even if they did stay for practice. Do you think they're still at the school?”

Perry chattered and got out of bed, shaking himself once, before trotting over to where the landline sat on the kitchen counter.

“No, they haven't called either. The storm must have knocked out a cell tower… or they're up to their old shenanigans,” she growled. “That's it! We’re going to find them.”

Grumbling mildy, but willing to set aside his discomfort for the boys, Perry let Candace wrestle him into his winter jacket and leash and waited patiently as she suited up herself.

Finally, she clipped the leash on him and opened the door only for the two of them to immediately be covered in comically thick coating of snow. The two of them blinked and, without a word, Candace scooped him and zipped him into her jacket before stepping out into the cold.

The storm was pretty bad. Lawrence and Linda were out of town for the weekend for a holiday antique conference out of town and Candace, as usual, had been left in charge— unconditionally, for once. It was supposed to be a chill weekend— no pun intended. After the boys got home from school today they were going to binge the Ducky Momo Christmas specials and the lost Space Adventure Christmas episode. Tomorrow, Saturday, they were going to the local Christmas market to get presents for their parents. The Fireside girls were going to be running a booth, and so was Buford’s mom. It was supposed to be a fun, cozy, holiday weekend.

But none of that could happen if his boys didn't make it home tonight.

Burying his head in Candace’s jacket, Perry quickly pushed back his fur to reveal his watch. With the press of a button, he pulled up the tracking devices he had placed on the boys and breathed a sigh of relief. They were still at the school. That was a small relief at least. Covering his watch back up, he stuck his head back out of the jacket and chattered encouragement to Candace.

"Thanks Perry.” She sighed. “They better be okay.”

The roads were dark and the little refuges of light provided by the street lamps were few and far between. Perry did his best to keep Candace warm, but there was only so much a monotreme could do, and both of them were shivering hard enough their teeth were chattering when they finally arrived at the school.And found Phineas and Ferb out in the parking lot helping to dig out cars.

“Hey-y-y-y C-C-C-Candace!”

“Ph-ph-ineas-s-s! You two are s-s-s-so busted! Do you even kn-n-now what t-time it is?”

“S-sorry! We’re almost-t d-d-done!”

Ferb flashed them a thumbs up and pressed a giant green button on the set of mech arms attached to his back. Candace and Perry watched as the hands fused into shovels and began excavating the remaining minivan with extreme precision. As Ferb’s arms shoveled the snow, Phineas’ took it and efficiently packed them into bricks which it then added to the two story snow fort taking up the remainder of the parking lot.

The driver of the minivan waved gratefully before pulling away at a snail's pace.

“Look! C-covered park-k-king!”

“You two are ridiculous,” Candace muttered, pulling the two of them into a hug. Perry rubbed his face against theirs, chittering chidingly at their freezing red cheeks.

"Sorry Candace. We didn't think it would take us so long,” Phineas said. “The robotics classroom didn't have all the parts we needed for the robot arms, so we had to raid the theater department. And it was a good thing we did! No one has gotten out yet by the time we got back with these.”

“Well… good job. But you're still busted!”

The boys nodded, matching sheepish grins on their faces.

“Does this mean we can go home now?” Ferb asked.

“Please,” Candace said. “Let's go.”

Blessedly the snow began to lessen as they began their trek home. Perry wriggled out of aCandace’s jacket and hopped into Phineas’ arms, happily accepting the head pats from the two boys. The Christmas lights that hadn't been visible through the storm were finally bright enough to shine through, lightsning the mood and lifting their spirits until they finally made it back home.

The three siblings left their wet clothes— and robot arms— at the door and in record time were showered, pajama-ed, and curled under a pile of blankets on the couch with popcorn and hot cocoa to spare.

“See? All's well that ends well— hey!”

Perry purred innocently as Phineas rubbed his head where he had smacked him with his tail, and curled up between Ferb and Candace who was fighting to get the first Christmas special started.

All's well that ends well indeed.

[gutsby]

Diehard

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Erectile dysfunction. Daddy kink. Praise kink if you squint. Overstimulation. Cumplay. She/her pussy pronouns. Pushing physical limits with a pre-negotiated safe word in place for it.

Note: No more limp dick erasure. We die like [old] men.

Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse | Word count: 986

Joel just wanted to prove he could fuck like he used to.

He didn’t think he’d almost kill you in the process.

“JOEL!” you screeched, heels digging deep in the mattress as your climax came in seismic waves.

The stimulation was insane. Normally the much-older man would have been down for the count after two—and usually one—big O, but now his chest was heaving, hips relentlessly beating a punishing pace against your own.

Your walls were slick with not only your cum but his, milky ropes of his arousal making for an obscene set of sounds every time his dick slid in and out of your cunt. You could feel his balls tighten and twitch with every forthcoming spurt of him, practically reeling with the pulse of each new sticky gift inside you. His groans rumbled low, but the power and pleasure and outright primal fervor they conveyed were unmistakeable. You had to look down, feebly, to believe it yourself—Joel never fucked his way through your orgasm and his.

Then you felt a palm slide up the back of your head, and Joel held it up to make sure you watched him fuck you.

“J-Joel,” you whimpered, watching his girth disappear and reappear at least a half-dozen times as you did.

“Just a little more, honey,” he murmured against your forehead. The smack of each thrust was dizzying, “Want my pretty girl nice and full’a me before she leaves, okay?”

Joel never could let you head back to college without a few of his loads and a head full of filthy memories—something to hold you over until your next visit home. You would’ve liked to mumble back, ‘Okay,’ but then your pussy clenched around him, and his thrusts grew faster.

“My sweet girl,” he grinned, “She likes that, huh?”

You could scarcely manage a nod. The weight of your head was held fully by him, and if that wasn’t indicative enough of your fucked-out state, your face surely said the rest. When Joel leaned back to adjust the angle of his thrusts, he caught sight of your hooded, glossy stare and almost came all over again. He slowed his pace for once.

Then he dipped a finger between your body and his, just long enough to douse the tip of his digit with cum. He bottomed out inside you, watched you part your lips in a gentle gasp, and pressed his touch to that open space.

It was almost like you didn’t have the strength to suck. You just let him smear the sticky stuff along your lower lip, gaze plastered to his. Then Joel’s cock sank deeper.

“O-ow!” you whined, partly reanimated by the stretch.

“You can take it,” Joel grunted.

The double entendre wasn’t lost on you. You could, and would, take his finger and his cock inside. You suckled dumbly on the cum-drenched fingertip in assent.

But when Joel’s finger popped out of your mouth and his thrusts picked back up, you weren’t entirely convinced you would be able to hold up the second half of that deal.

It wasn’t fair. He took one magic pill, and poof, his dick stayed hard for half the fucking day. You had nothing but your youth and two shaking legs to ensure your survival. When Joel worked his cock back and forth a couple more times and it seemed your body was about ready to scream, you took hold of his biceps and squeezed tight.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

The tip of his cock nicked a soft ridge inside you, and you jolted back. Joel’s palm was still pressed to your head, holding you to him, and his hips had you pinned as well.

Instead of answering, you whimpered.

You didn’t want him to stop, but you also weren’t sure if you could handle any more. Your eyes met his, pleading.

“Can’t what?” Joel pressed, a little more sternly.

Another whimper. Inside, Joel’s cock was rubbing that pleasure point raw, and you felt another climax coming.

“Use your words.”

“Too— too—”

Each new thrust was sending stars before your eyes. Joel was one sick man if he tried to make you talk while he fucked you past the point of all intelligible speech.

“Too what? Tell me, baby.”

You’d get that fucker back someday. Joel just grinned.

“Too much,” you hissed when his hips delivered another mind-numbing push. Then, feeling pleasure threaten to peak at almost a painful degree, “Toomuchtoomucht—”

Joel continued thrusting, knowing damn well you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop. As if to underscore this point, he tipped your head back and made you hold his gaze, features creased with a frown.

“That sure don’t sound like the safe word to me.”

It wasn’t. You knew it wasn’t. He didn’t need to tell you twice, or even breathe a second word besides. With one more brush of Joel’s thick, throbbing, implausibly hard cock, he sent you over the edge and into your fourth orgasm of the morning, hitting that spot again and again.

And again.

And again.

Just like before, Joel fucked you through each wave, catching your lips this time to stifle your cries. You might’ve gone blind for a second or two, but that was alright; the pleasure, proximity, and then the sweet, erratic pulse of his cock sending rope after rope of his cum deep inside made the overstimulation worthwhile.

Your body went limp against the bed, held tight in Joel’s grasp, when you felt that sickly sweet dichotomy of soft, tender touches and a cock lodged between your walls that was as hard as it had ever been. Still trying to console you with kisses, still trying to warm you up for another round, perhaps, Joel almost laughed out loud in your mouth when you groaned into his and whispered:

“Please don’t ever take that fucking pill again.”

[thoughtkick]

The most important day is the day you decide you're good enough for you. It's the day you set yourself free.

Brittany Josephina

[thehopefulquotes]

The most important day is the day you decide you're good enough for you. It's the day you set yourself free.

Brittany Josephina

[perfectquote]

The most important day is the day you decide you're good enough for you. It's the day you set yourself free.

Brittany Josephina

[stay-close]

The most important day is the day you decide you're good enough for you. It's the day you set yourself free.

Brittany Josephina

[ohdorothea]

I swear every time there are new photos of Taylor and That Man there are like 100 new posts about That Ex Man and I just wanna know if that’s ever gonna stop or if its gonna be like this forever

[princessgiggles333]

so rarely are comedy movies targeted towards teenage girls. so rarely are the ones “for” teenage girls actually funny. so rarely do comedy movies for teenage girls incorporate lgbt characters as part of the main theme without directly mocking the gay community with bigoted “jokes”.

and yet here we have: Bottoms 2023.

[optimistic-violinist]

Well, my animation app deleted all my files when it updated and I didn't have any of them backed up, like a fool 🙃🫠 🙃. So enjoy this partial anime opening/animatic of @impossiblefangirl0632 and mine's fic, Take Back the Kingdom!

The animatic covers Bruno's backstory and Act 1, so spoilers if you haven't read it. I did have 10 seconds of Act 2 animated, but thankfully they weren't very detailed, so I didn't lose too much work (I'm fine. I'm totally fine about this 🙃).

Enjoy!!!

Song is Old Scars/Future Hearts by All Time Low.

[perfectfeelings]

The most important day is the day you decide you're good enough for you. It's the day you set yourself free.

Brittany Josephina

[angelhummel]

[boy-of-death]

I just discovered the call of duty fandom and let me tell you I never read so much fanfic and hc in a week!!!

I will probably never play the game but I will still love those characters till my last breath. I am living for the cod cosplay community on TikTok and yes I was dragged there by the sheer power of our leader,✨💕Brittany Broski 💕✨

So here some fic/hc ideas I would love to read about but didn’t find🥲

• cod men going to the ren faire with reader who’s super excited and make the men dress up too (Simon dressed in a armor ��) ( the 141 that decided to go as a team with reader and they all play along and coordinate their outfits)

• gamer cod men that teach reader how to play and are super kind about it (bonus if in exchange reader teach them how to play cozy games like “animal crossing” or “a little to the left”

• cod men doing a date at the museum and reader is just a history nerd and basically do a guided tour and the men are just listening and be like: yup I am in love!

• cod men and reader drinking tea on the outside tables of a cafe and just gossiping about life and people that walked by (soap and reader with sunglasses just judging everyone like nobody could hear them and randomly dropping a “smash” every time someone hot pass them)

• (this one is especially for soap and it’s based on this TikTok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe9Taj72/ )

Just soap putting a kilt on at every single opportunity he gets because he loves it so much and reader had once said that they like it on him . So that’s how you get soap just rocking the kilt at almost every events they go together and of course, more than one time, there was a LOT of wind (Scotland is windy as fuck) and him being the idiot that he is and never learning from his mistakes, ended up butt naked in front of the whole wedding/party/baptism/family dinner/formal evening with the 141 … (he is a total idiot but I love him)

• cod men when reader put on the broski report every time they take the car and it’s just the both of them being super invested in what Brittany is saying. Bonus if it’s the first time reader put it on and of course it’s one of those episodes where she’s saying the most random shit and the proceeds to talk about religion and philosophy and they’re just there driving being like: “ I don’t know what this woman is saying but she did make some very good points” just becoming massives fan and buying matching sweatshirts with the broski report logo on it for them and reader. And yes, they start quoting her every day and it confuses everybody else!

Well, this was longer than I was expecting (that’s what she said) but for a first real post I’m pretty happy about it! Hope you enjoyed it and If by miracle someone found this post and want to use one of the prompts/hc feel free to use it! (Just tag me so I can see the results !)

✨💕have a nice day everybody!!!💕✨

(Sorry English is not my first language 😅)

[resqectable]

The most important day is the day you decide you're good enough for you. It's the day you set yourself free.

Brittany Josephina

[morelikecommunitydick]

Annie basically wanted to wear britta's skin and date all the guys britta dated AS BRITTA and people think thats what?? Normal straight girl behaviour??

[thehopefulquotes]

The most important day is the day you decide you're good enough for you. It's the day you set yourself free.

Brittany Josephina

[chipmunkweirdo]

HAPPY CHIPETTE DAY! 💖💜💚

(And the 41st anniversary of the 80s Show)

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY…

CHIPETTE DAY!