#LiSten

[keferon]

lol'ing out of my mind at shockwave telling his kids "if you guys see an orca get onto land ASAP"

jazz the orca mer that can climb: ᕕ(▰ω▰)ᕗ

jazz would kill it in a mermaid triathalon

but also shockwave is probably the most * shakes fist at god* hes ever been

Ahahahah oh god

Jazz would need some time to realize that he is in fact scary. Like. Whenever him and Prowl would meet someone Prowl would stay still and politely express that no, I'm not here to attack I promise.

While Jazz would just simply go YOOO NEW FRIENDS and go for a handshake or something. Of course scaring the shit out of everyone haha

Although. In case of Shockwave all the kids would probably also go YOO THE FUN ORCA FROM TIKTOK and also go for a handshake hahahah

Man Shockwave can't catch a fucking break

[toskabi]

talking to the void.

hoping someone listens

even if it's just a ghost.

[majorlb]

Childhood trauma. Does his best to make the world a better place. Brawler. Intelligent. Give him time to prepare he kicks ass. Detective.

Batman 🤝 Charles Rowland

[whereiamgoingisrightwhereiam]

I don’t think doctors do either?? It took months and like 8 specialists to determine I had a benign tumor on my hamstring???

I don't think my body realizes how healthy my labs say I am

[ragnarockz]

I feel like a little feral fucking creature with foam at her mouth like hey! Have this, too! 👋🏻 😵‍💫

Alice/Agnes and THIS thought

Agnes tried her hardest to walk and move as quietly as she could back into her and Alice's room. Nicky had finally fallen asleep, waking up in the middle of the night with tiny sobs of hunger. Agnes was happy that he was both a good eater and sleeper; drifting off to sleep the second he unlatched from her.

She padded into the room, hands cupping her breasts against her tee shirt. The comforter was still pulled back from when she got out of bed; letting her get back right in. She got herself down on her back and pulled the covers up halfway. Her hands went back up to her chest, cupping her breasts once more.

It was times like these she wished her and Evanora had a better relationship. She wished she had someone to ask about motherhood; all the little things she didn't think would ever cross her mind that she now dealt with every day. Breast feeding was one of them. Luckily enough, Nicky latched on right away at the hospital, and the nurses and doctor were beyond happy. He was able to suckle without any issues and, therefore any feeding worries were quickly put out of Agnes' mind.

But god, she thought, did she wish to know what to do about the ache in her chest, the weight. Her body had changed, that she knew, but there were just certain things that threw her off. She let out a sigh as she felt another pang in her breasts. Had he drunk enough? Should she go back into his room?

Alice rolled over so that she was now facing Agnes. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, Agnes thought as she looked down at her with admiration. She looked safe here, comfortable. Agnes watched as Alice opened her eyes and gave a sleepy smile,

"Hey, you..."

"Hey you, yourself...sorry I woke you, I was trying to be quiet..."

Alice yawned softly, shaking her head against her pillow. She smiled lazily at Agnes,

"Don't be sorry... you're doing your job as a Mom..."

Agnes beamed, nodding her head. She felt another pang and hitched her breath; Alice's eyes opened fully from the sound,

"Are you ok? Agnes?"

Agnes nodded her head, massaging her breasts slightly through her shirt. Alice's gaze moved from Agnes' face to her hands, watching the circular movements at she gropped and cupped herself. Alice licked her bottom lip,

"You should lay down, sweetheart...let me help you..."

Agnes' eyebrows shot up as she stopped moving her hands, holding in wait to see what Alice was going to do. She slowly laid back down onto the bed, her head hitting her pillow. She looked over at Alice and then up at her as she got closer, sat up.

Alice's hands went down to the hem of Agnes' band tee, pulling her shirt up until her breasts were fully uncovered. She knew her breasts were easily a cup bigger than what they were before Nicky, something Agnes disclosed with her when they went through her garbage bag of old clothes. Bigger and fuller; softer to the touch. Alice's curious hands moved down to cup them both, playing with the weight.

Agnes moaned in both arousal and relief. It was nice to feel the weight be lessened and to still be desired through motherhood. Alice hadn't turned away from her or thought any lesser of her; didn't see her as any less masculine just because her breasts were full with milk to feed her baby.

Alice bounced them in each hand, cupping from right underneath the gentle, soft curve. She watched as Agnes' nipples went hard from being touched, being loved. Alice smiled as she scooted a little closer, which allowed Agnes to bring her left hand around Alice's waist.

"Alice...."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

Agnes kept her gaze into Alice's eyes, quietly pleading with her to do what she wanted, to explore. Agnes nodded her head before she gently closed her eyes; waiting to feel what happened next.

Alice's pointer and thumb fingers moved up to pinch Agnes' erect nipples; pinching ever so gently. She watched as pearls of white milk bloomed from her nipples and dribbled down her breasts; following the curvature.

Alice moaned at the sight, turning herself on. She had been more intrigued at the thought of this more so than she was having a preexisting kink to it. And now? Squeezing and gropping; pinching and cupping Agbes' painfully swollen breasts, was sending new flares into her brain. It was so intimate and so natural; something that was so instinctual. The beauty and simplicity and complexity of a woman's breasts rocked Alice to her core.

Agnes' eyes opened and dared to look at Alice's face. Agnes spotted the age-old tell of arousal on Alice's face, and instantly, Agnes fell relaxed into Alice's touches.

"You want a taste, sunshine? There's enough..."

Agnes hadn't realize the words coming out of her mouth until she watched Alice's body and head bend down towards her chest. Alice didn't waste anytime; savoring this moment between them. Her mouth latched onto Agnes' left nipple. She let her tongue swirl, tracing around the areola before licking the nipple directly.

Agnes' back arched upwards off of the bed; right hand flying down into her boxers to touch herself. She waited for Alice to start sucking; waiting to feel her milk flow before dipping her fingers inside of herself.

Alice complied, sucking slowly, gently at first. She felt the milk flow into her mouth. She was tasting another part of Agnes now; not her mouth, not her saliva. Not her sweet sweat between her breasts nor her cum on her fingers. This was something else; something Alice would never have dreamed of in her life.

It was intimate and romantic. It was revealing and raw. Something Alice knew was linked to Agnes' push and pull with her femininity and masculinity.

Alice moaned against Agnes' skin to show her, tell her she was thankful; that she was without a doubt turned on.

Agnes kept fingering herself, following Alice's lead in time with the sucking. Her brows were furrowed in concentration; getting closer to her orgasm. This was so unexpected, so unscripted in her and Alice's relationship, and yet, Agnes felt like they had found an unspoken turn on between them.

Alice got her fill before letting her lips release Agnes' overworked nipple. The cool air hit Agnes' wet skin, making her moan as she gave a final pump of her fingers. She moaned loudly as she felt the release from her core coat her fingers. She pulled them slowly out of herself; out of her boxers.

Alice stared at Agnes' fingers with hungry eyes, and Agnes saw it, recognized it. Without a word, she brought her hand towards Alice. Alice, with her eyes so hungry, so desperate, took Agnes' wet fingers into her mouth as well.

Agnes swore she was melting into the bed, their bed right then and there. Smothered by love and acceptance; a place to explore the unspoken. She moaned at the feeling of Alice's tongue now in between her fingers; eyes closing as she slowly...ever so slowly drifted into a soft and peaceful sleep.

[datcravat]

HATSUNE MIKU?! IS THAT YOU?

[batfleckgifs]

BEN AFFLECK Jan 04 2024

[beelzebubsart]

Norman Rockwell art theft be my redemption please

[wisebeth]

One thing which genuinely bothers me is Annabeth's perception in the fandom. How she's seen as this cold, stoic, emotionless, reserved and intimidating girl. When in reality, she's a character full of love.

Annabeth, who immediately cried and felt attached to Cerberus after playing with him for a few minutes because she wouldn't get to play with him again.

Annabeth, whose deepest desire, which the Sirens lured her with, is saving Luke and having a good relationship with both her parents.

Annabeth, who believed in Luke's goodness, even after all the countless terrible things he did simply because she had faith in his humanity.

Annabeth, who cried in Percy's arms before entering the labyrinth and refused to reveal the last line of the prophecy because it said to lose a love worse than death and the idea of losing any of her friends is too painful, heartbreaking and worse than dying.

Annabeth, who kissed Percy before parting with him in St. Helens because if he's going to die, she at least wants him to die knowing she loved him.

Annabeth, who took a poisoned knife for Percy during the war because she'd rather die herself than let him die.

Annabeth, who convinced Luke to switch sides by reminding him of the promise of family he gave her. Which in turn, influenced Luke's decision to end himself to destroy Kronos. Hello, she saved the world with the power of love.

Annabeth, who spent months after months losing sleep and searching desperately for Percy when he went missing.

Annabeth, who kissed Percy to eternity in public at their reunion, not caring what anyone is going to say or think. An asteroid could've hit the earth, and she wouldn't have cared.

Annabeth, who told Percy “I love you” when falling in Tartarus because if she was going to die, she wanted them to be her last words.

Annabeth Chase is a sweetheart, who has always felt things deeply and she's so full of love. And I think it's time we let go of the “cold-hearted annabeth” headcanon because it's not true, that's not her.

[ryuuna]

aw shit here we go again

[cmajalis]

What are we Kim why are you flirting with me like that

[thebibliosphere]

Folks announcing they're leaving Tumblr because they're unhappy with the Twitter clone dashboard on desktop. (I don't blame you, it's broken af.) Meanwhile, the day this hellsite finally does close, staff are going to have to pry me out of the air vents like a rabid raccoon that's adapted to survive on drinking air conditioning coolant and whatever trash is left lying around in the breakroom.

[gh0st-b0und]

i saw the post and immediately had to manifest it

based on this post by @bamsara

[skaiind]

[another-argo]

Argo tries to untie to strings from his wrists; but it's too small of an action- he's too tired. He gives up.

°•□Open Starter □•°

I Live Inside You Forever, With Satan Himself By My Side

ANYONE CAN INTERACT

>TW: Unwilling transformation, derealization, loss of bodily autonomy, body mutilization (possibly other things) <

Argo had locked himself in one of the prison cells the moment he felt it start. His wings had somehow.. absorbed back into his body? Making it all the more painful when they burst out again.

Argo lets out a bloodcurdling scream- like millions of souls worth of agony are being channeled through Argo right now.

Argo is wearing a weird outfit; like something an old puppet would wear. Bows. Everywhere. A bow tie, bows on their gloves, and bows on their little socks- and on every individual set of wings.

It would be cute, but the bows sprout into string; tying tightly around their respective areas. Wrists, wings, ankles, neck- and they lead back to an invisible control panel.. somewhere above Argo.

His wings are pure white- but tied back by razored, barbed, wire. So are his facial wings- and the smaller pair of facial wings that sprouted out with the large; actually functional wings.

They make Argo look almost.. angelic- in a biblical way.

Argo looks up, repressing another scream. Their voice already hurts.

They see a person and their face goes deadly pale.

You notice they're missing all their facial scars; like they're wearing a perfect porcelain mask.

The 'mask' which seems to now just be Argo's skin cracks; right where their jawline scar used to be.

Argo tries to move back- but their razor wire restraints prevent that. He almost objects; almost vocalizes- but a stitch comes undone from their neck and that shuts him up really damn quick.

Argo looks like a perfect little angel puppet.

So, what do you do?

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