#I love it so muchhhhhh

[bittsandpieces]

my favorite date dress!! got it at a thrift store (pretty sure it's vintage) and it's so cute.... even though the buttons take forever to do up lol

[withacapitalp]

Okay so @lazylittledragon I am so sorry to just randomly toss this at you and run, but I COULD NOT RESIST AFTER THAT LAST MOMBIN POST!!!! For anyone that hasn't seen it this is inspired by this amazing amazing art

tw: Pregnancy and Childbirth

“Steve I can’t do this-” Robin choked out, unable to complete her sentence as a new wave of pain crashed over her. The plastic of the birthing pool squeaked under her knees as she tried to find any position that would be even slightly more comfortable, her fingers squeezing tightly against Steve’s that were trapped in her iron grip. 

“Yeah you can! Robinbird, look at you. You’re already doing it!” Steve said, completely in awe of her, acting like she was doing something special when she was just barely managing to hold on. 

He had done this for the whole pregnancy. Every little thing, every milestone, all of it a marvel to him. Like she was brilliant, special, thriving when Robin had spent most of the last nine months alternating between crying, yelling, and crying some more. All of this over something that women went through every single day. 

God she had been a mess and now she was messier than ever. 

“No, Steve, I mean I don’t think I can do this alone,” Robin sobbed, the tears she had managed to hold back all day finally breaking through. She was hurting, confused, scared, and more than anything she wanted her own mama here with her, which was really something she never thought she would want. 

One and done. One and done. She was only going to fuck up one kid. Just like her mom.

A delirious giggle cut through her sobbing, and Robin leaned her forehead against their conjoined hands, continuing to babble. 

“I thought I could, I really did, but he’s here, and he’s mine, and I can’t do it alone, Steve. I can’t do this alone-”

Because that was the scary part, wasn’t it? She was alone. She had chosen to do this all by herself, ignoring every person, including her sainted mother, who tried to convince her to wait till she had a partner. She had ignored them all, so sure of herself and her abilities, and now all she could think about was how easy it was going to be to fuck this kid up when there was no one there to help her.  

“Alone?” Steve said with a wild laugh, a slightly feral look in his eyes as he raised his free hand up and cupped Robin’s cheek, lifting up her head and brushing away her tears, letting her lean into his familiar, safe, touch, “Now who’s being a dingus?”

Robin shut her eyes against the latest contraction, taking a deep breath in, smelling Steve’s cologne as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, holding onto her tight through the pain. He had always done that. Period cramps, headaches, flu and colds, whatever had happened, Steve had been there. 

Steve was here now. 

Steve was here. 

“Robin, you are not alone. You have never been alone, and you will never be alone,” He whispered furiously into her ear, reading her mind the way he always had, “As long as there is breath in my body, you and this baby will never be alone.” 

He had proved it over and over again. Running to get ice cream at three am, holding her hand at every ultrasound, standing in front of their 'how many times have we cried' board, kneeling here on the floor for god knows how many hours it would take to get this GD baby out. 

“You’re here?” Robin said softly into the space between just the two of them, her voice wobbling and shaky, but still alive. 

“Forever.” Steve promised. 

[doctorbibbly]

I finally framed and hung this Blackbonnet fanart that I bought at Dutch Comic Con in (early?) 2023.

Credit to the amazing @leeminarium for this amazing piece!! I love it sooo much!

Small shoutout to me for finally grabbing a drill and just getting over myself and hanging the prints I'd been shuffling around for a year (or more, in some cases)

Tiny shoutout to the thriftstore, for having the perfect frame to use.

edited to add: GO BUY @leeminarium's prints! They're an amazing artist and deserve everything (my eye's definitely on their ineffable husbands print!). Links are on their profile! <3

[sadclowncentral]

TOYOTA HILUX TUESDAY

source: toyota hilux durability test #1 by whistlindiesel

[buggybadhabits]

Hello everyone, I have returned with reference art of my grumpsona, Ranpi Frogdance (grumpus head sticker base from @ponshroom)

[coffeefromvoid]

I just had the genius idea to paint something *very* inspired by Ready from the Oozes at the back of one of my tank tops……

[emshyperfixations]

EEEEE

saccharine - the saloon

saccharine - aka; cowgirl!reader who teases the shit out of him x billy who 'hates' you, or so he says.

this can be read standalone!

cw; nsfw mentions, mention of piss/piss kink

The saloon is far busier than usual, but the crowd made for an exciting time in your eyes. Something was bound to happen and you wanted a front-row seat to it. 

Billy and the rest of your friends had gathered around the poker table while you leaned against the wooden bar counter, sipping on your strong drink and surveying. 

This was a new town. New faces. New excitement, it’s practically written all over your face, you have to shake your head clear. You down the rest of your drink and tap the rim, the bartender easily pouring some more.

But nothing of note was happening. Yet, you remind yourself, before settling your gaze on Billy. He had slipped off his heavy green coat and draped it over the back of his chair, leisurely sat with cards in his hands and a bottle in front of him. Your eyes trailed the length of him, from his broad shoulders to his meaty thigh, his boot that's idly tapping on the floor.

Idiot, you think, that's his fucking giveaway. He's nervous about his cards. And in just ten more seconds, you see him fold, sipping to his bottle in defeat. As he takes the swig, your eyes follow his neck. It takes a lot of force to pull your gaze away, wondering how the hell his neck looks so soft.

When he brings his bottle down, you look back. The bottle rests against his thigh, his other hand catching at the top of his gun belt. Billy pulls at it to adjust it, his legs spreading more comfortably.

It takes everything in your power not to go over there and tease him for the way he's sat. You think about it. He hasn't been too annoyed with you as of late. Still the occasional glare. Still the occasional commanding tone he has when he asks you to quit it. But it was still less. And that felt like ample enough reason to give into the little itch in your brain to mess with him.

You push yourself off the bar, but your thoughts are completely deterred by the sound of glass breaking.

In a flash, two very drunken men are brawling, throwing sloppy fists while the bartender yells for them to cut it out.

The rest of the patrons are rowdy though. This is what you hoped for if you were being honest with yourself. You could never pass up watching a good fight, and they're drunk? Fuck, even better. You stay in your spot, sipping on your drink and laughing as they tumble to the ground.

The bartender gestures to two guys near him to get the two to stop, but they're moving slow. Reluctant.

Perfect. The guys fighting somehow get to their feet and the taller one slams his fist into the shorter one's jaw, sending a chorus of noise over the room. You sip your drink, so thoroughly amused, you've almost forgotten about your plan with Billy.

When another punch lands to the shorter one's jaw, he stumbles back with more force right towards you. You're about to react, when you feel hands on your waist, tugging you right back and out of the way.

You let out a, "oof," as you're pulled back into the man's lap. A smile rises to your lips. Why did he have a distinct smell? You tilt your head back on the man's shoulder. "Hey there, Bonney."

"Yeah," he replies, very unamused but his hands keep their very tight grip on you.

The two men have been pulled apart by now and you sigh, leaning your head back again, "You know I definitely could have moved out of the way."

"It was a reflex that 'm regretting," he says, but he still does not let go of you.

"Uh huh," you reply and decide not to question it. You had his comfy lap and your drink in hand, what's not to love?

"Oh, by the way," you start and Billy adjusts you in his lap so you're not as slouched, but your back is still to him.

"By the way. You sit very wide."

A pause. Like you expected form him. You swirl your glass, then sip, the glass already almost done.

"Wide?"

You nod and finish the rest of your drink, "Mhm. Wide. Are you compensating for something?"

A quick image runs through your mind which dispels any actual proof he's compensating. In fact he has a very big reason to spread his legs the way he does. You've seen it. Not that you meant to. But your mouth is quiet.

Billy scoffs, his grip tightening, "I was sittin'. That's all I was doin'."

For added effect, he flicks your wrist and you jab your elbow back against his stomach. He clears his throat at it, and although you're not looking at his face, you know he rolled his eyes.

"Let me up, gotta refill my drink," you tap the bottom of your glass to his thigh and Billy hums, "No, you already had two, need you coherent enough to ride your horse, dumbass."

"How do you know I had two? Were you watching me?"

He's quiet.

"Oh my god. Bonney! You fuckin' perv," you mutters, tapping your glass to him again.

"'M not...you...shut your mouth. Please." Billy lets out a heavy breath and does not loosen his hold at all. If you really tried to get free, you knew you could, but part of you did not want to even try.

"Just let me up, then I'll be quiet," you reason with him but Billy keeps his firm hold.

"No," is all he says and you dramatically groan at him, then your words spill out before you can stop yourself, "Well maybe I'll piss on you. You'll let go then."

Billy snorts, "holy shit," he mutters, completely baffled by your words, and he leans down, his lips just ghosting over the top of your ear, "that's what you're going to do....right here? In this place? Mhm, sure you will."

He knows you won't but now you've amused him. It both creates a twinge of annoyance within you and a flutter in your heart. You just had to play this better than him.

"I will if that's what it takes," you say back to him, keeping the conviction in your voice, but his slightly chapped lips brushing to your ear does not help your breathing remain normal.

"Yeah? You gonna piss all over me, cowgirl?" His words are whispered, Billy's hot breath hitting to your ear, almost making you shudder. Why did he have to say it like that, you don't know. Well you do, but fuck that, you wanted to win this. But your cheeks feel hot and a thrumming inside of you heats up, you have to resist the urge to move your hips against him. Your mind flashes with how pissing all over him would even go. Would he like it? Is that why he said it like that? Or is he just teasing? Why are his lips to your ear? Why is-

"You still here, cowgirl?" He whispers still, holding back a chuckle, but you know he's smiling.

"Fuck off," is all you can muster, a grumble, a pitiful excuse for a comeback that he actually chuckles at.

Billy's already decided his victory. "Yeah, thought so," Billy mumbles, patting your hip before holding it again. "Don't drink anymore," he repeats.

"Fine. But you didn't win."

"I think I did. Are you into piss?" Billy means it as a jest, but when you're quiet for a second too long, he shakes his head, "Don't answer that."

You elbow him again and go to grab his bottle, but he swipes it just in time, putting it to the ground and wrapping his arms around you so you're really held to him.

The rest of the night, you're quiet with one another, watching his hands extensively as he plays a few more rounds of poker, before he finally nudges you off of his lap, the gang making their way back outside to your horses.

Billy watches you greet yours, then he locks eyes with some random drunk patrons also leaving the saloon, taking long looks at you, trailing your figure. So right as you go to hop up over your saddle, he comes up, holding his hat over your backside, blocking you with his body from the view of the other men leaving.

Billy gives you one of his own long glances though, watching you settle, before he gets up on his horse, staying close to you, but not close enough you could call him out for it. Or maybe he wants to hear you call him out for it.

Billy trots his horse forward until he's right next to you.

[mimimar]

witch hat atelier doodles from the past month ♡

[mad0za]

morning kisses ☀️

[emmyrosee]

tw // jokes about being tied up, jokes about "kidnapping," all for the sake of comedy. no kiyoomis were harmed in the making of this post ❤️

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“I have a plan.”

Kiyoomi chuckles softly as his thumb continues to scroll through his phone, the other gently rubbing back and forth over your shoulder. Your legs are tossed over his lap, arms around him, while his free arm encases you in a loving, safe hug.

Silence fills the room, a lightness to the air that only comes from your sacred time together, time where there’s no Miya barking in his ear, or Bokuto excitedly yelling. Time where your own boss isn’t in your mind, time where your thoughts are only filled with each other and only each other.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about my plan?” You ask.

He shakes his head and juts out his lower lip in thought, “nah. No, I’m good with just lettin’ you think.” When you reach up to grab his lower lip, he tucks it away, “oh my god, fine, what is your plan?”

You smile sweetly up at him and curl deeper into his side. He, taking your bait, puts his phone away and cradles your body, his head resting against yours and holding you as close as his long arms can gather.

You press a kiss to his neck, and the tender skin there bursts out in goosebumps from the unfamiliar sensation, skin that probably should be used to your affections by now, but perhaps that means you should just do it more.

“Okay,” you sigh happily. “Here’s my plan.”

“Go for it.”

“I’m gonna tie you up-“

“Dear god, not where I thought you were going, okay.”

“-and lock you in the attic, so like, no one can see you, except me and your family.”

“I’m glad you’re allowing my family to see me,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “but you can’t kidnap me.”

“It’s not kidnapping,” you defend. “It’s tactile hiding.”

“Okay, it still sounds sketchy and illegal,” he snorts. “You can dice it however you want. What about my team?”

“You’re trying to convince me to not kidnap you and you use your job as a defense?” You scoff. “They see you sweaty and perfect and handsome every single day, what if Meian steals you from me?”

He laughs softly at your words, pulling back to look at you sweetly, "sometimes, I would love to hear what goes through your head when you look at me that conjures such feral thoughts."

"Aw, sweetie," you coo, kissing his jawline. "No you don't."

"You're right, no I don't."

[slymanner]

HE DID THR FUCKING THING THAT'S MY GOAT

[jimimn]

Q. What recent advice gave you a lot of strength?

[newttxt]

a killer polaroid for my lil sisters bday 🥰

[faeberries]

I pray the tomb is shut forever, I pray the rock is never rolled away.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

❤️

[mazelcore]

idk if anyone cares about this but I CARE, here some marionetta sahejul doodles!!!