#PLEASE TAKE ME BACK I MISS THE KIDS

[rubytheyubi]

Rarity is a lil freaky

[disposal-blueeee]

doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s

[s-wordsmith]

Something I really need Stranger Things fic writers to know is that no one in rural America was locking any doors in the eighties apart from the government and businesses. I remember when there was a big stink about "we gotta start locking our doors now how am I supposed to remember that every time I leave the house." People didn't lock the doors when they were home until at LEAST the mid-aughts, a lot of people STILL don't. "Oh we can't get into so-and-so's house/car because we don't have the keys!" You do not need the keys, just open the door. "I'm alarmed because I went over to so-and-so's house and their front door was unlocked so I instantly knew something was wrong." It would be much weirder if it was locked. If I showed up at my friend's house and the door was locked I would immediately assume something was wrong. If I lived in a town regularly invaded by monsters and patrolled by mobs of government agents/Russian spies/jocks with guns, I would assume my friend was currently being hunted.

[menacewithawolfcut]

fuck the institution of marriage i am nobody’s spouse let alone a stay-at-home one

*clears throat* well, you know what? nevermind everything single thing i have just said

[keloshe-sims]

confession

i really just be making all this CC so @florwal will notice me😔😔😔

[beeholyshit]

I'm so emotional rn

[sadiecoocoo]

Sometimes I’ll be having a good day and then I’ll remember that Wally is still dead in Young Justice and it’s been so many years since he died that if he came back nothing would ever be the same

[thelovelybitten]

NO BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK WAS GOING TO TELL ME THAT SHUGO CHARA IS COMING BACK THIS SUMMER ?!?!?!?? AND THEY’RE TO BE AGED UP ???? OH MY GOD IM HEAVING AND WHEEZING HELP —

SHUGO CHARA STANS WAKE UP ITS TIME

[ghoul--doodle]

Asks asks asks, you have a cloaking device, universal translator and a single use time machine. Ignoring bigotry and linguistic barriers, where and when in history would you live other than here and now?

Not to be boring but anywhere from 90’s to early 2000’s

[tallytals]

there’s probably nothing i can say abt that blond kid that hasn’t already been said and tbh i don’t wanna say anything about him he already takes up more brain space than i anticipated so instead i’m just sitting here teeth gritted like yeah haha can’t stand the sight of him. he’s a little too real w it. whatever tho we’re toughing it out!!!!!

[himejoshibutch]

love being mistaken for a teenage boy... makes me feel youthful sometimes..

[zoekrystall]

Did that fav pkmn thing on a whim and I'm sorry for all my babies I didn't choose bc I really like too many by some.

Love how it's mostly pretty ones and then there's clodsire. Even tho I got it in my team since the beginning of violet do I continuously forget its name bc I just call it by the nickname blobby (one of the rare times I didn't spend hours googling the perfect nickname but it nonetheless is a perfect one)

And for fun without any legendaries as fav

Reg nicknames I even write all down so I only spend decades once for each pkmn (unless I don't like the prev one anymore). Need to update that someday since it's mostly old revolution ones but hey. Blaze do I use for arcanine nowadays more and ninetails got others. Gardevoir got soteria nowadays which I prefer more. Etc.

[regular-lord-reckoner]

been having a bit of a hard time lately and the hits just keep coming because today our family friend that's staying with us, his wife got into a car accident

she's okay, thank god and so were the other people but they had to tow her car and she was really shaken up understandably

everyone's okay now but just...jesus christ, dude

also, i know i've been absent on here lately but i'm still around, just going through it. eventually i'm gonna get an actual break and will return in full but for now i'm just going to cross my fingers the rest of this year can be a little more gentle

[askthealternateakis]

You said you have shipping here. Where are the ships ? (•^•)

Well, that technically isn’t true at the moment. What I meant when I said that is there’s a possibility that ships may show up in the future. Some of the Akis have a crush on Ashley like Canon!Aki (like Stravinsky and the Chemistry Man Aki), some of them are more romantically inclined towards Chaotique (like the Blasto Woman Aki and the Elec Man Aki), and some are interested in neither (like Stellan or the Cut Man Aki). I feel like it’d be boring if they all had the exact same romantic interests, so I wanted to keep things interesting.

Though admittedly, I do have a few Robot Master ships that cause a few of the Alternate Akis to see each other as siblings. Examples of these include Ember and Brooke, Stellan and Canon!Aki, Stravinsky and the Air Man Aki, and potentially even the Guts Man Aki and the Cut Man Aki. I’ve also got a running gag where the Blasto Woman Aki is Mega Mini’s ‘illegitimate’ son and a friend of mine got me to start considering having the Guts Man Aki see Sgt. Night as a secondary father figure (it’s a long story).

I’m also open to people shipping them with whoever they want (provided it’s not inc*st or p*dophilia or making NSFW content of them as they’re literal minors). Again, this is supposed to be a relatively open concept and I want everyone in the fandom to feel welcome (provided you’re not freaks, of course), so feel free to have fun and get creative, and make sure to tag me if you make any fanart/fanfics!

[amulet-or-not]

(saying this I forgot most of s3 anyway) I forgot how much 3x7 was such a turning point fuck. like they're not playing around with this final season

[gildui]

frothing at both openings (church starts at noon guys)

whenever simon needs a lay, he doesn't go for girls like you: all snarky attitude and self-assuredness in that hole-in-the-wall bar with the peeling wallpaper, dim lighting, and sagging ceiling tiles. he wants those insecure things; the soft, quiet ones who've been recently dumped and are drinking away their woes. the ones who'll take him to theirs in a drunken haze and wake up startled, kicking him out of the front door without their number and an embarrassed forget this ever happened.

can do, sweetheart. (see ya never.)

but you've caught his interest. maybe it was the way your face was bare— pockmarks on your cheeks and eyebrows untamed—yet you exuded confidence not even that loud bimbo with the fake lashes and vibrant ruby lipstick could ever recreate. maybe it was the way you held your own against that drunken man who attempted to grab a handful of arse over your faded, torn jeans, catching his pathetic bollocks and giving them a gnarly twist.

who knows. who cares.

what matters is that you've caught him by complete surprise.

he figured you were the type to want a firm hand. a couple of harsh slaps to your cheeks (both top and bottom), a fistful of your hair in his grip to pull, and to fuck you into the mattress until your body was imprinted on it.

wrong.

the moment he pulled your hair taut, you'd immediately tangled your clever fingers into his chest hair. "i'm no horse, brit. my hair isn't reins for you to lead me around with."

then he tried to bend you over his knee. proper brat like you needs to be put in'er place.

also wrong. "not that either. not yet anyway."

and then he's wrong a third time because you're no passive participant.

he sloppily eats your cunt like it's his first meal since coming back from urzikstan— warm tongue, thick fingers, and the occasional pinch of his crooked teeth on your swollen bundle of nerves. when he tries to pull away, your entrance more than slick enough to take him without much discomfort, you fervently dig your heels into the scarred tissue of his strong back., stopping him in his tracks.

"you stop 'til i finish and not a moment sooner." his whiskey breath is warm between your legs when he huffs out, "affirm." you're fluttering around his hand in minutes when you start to direct him on how you like it, which he supposes is fortunate for you since he's real good at taking orders and even better at obeying them.

your climax is sweet in his mouth with a subtle hint of brine. the exact opposite of you, he finds. simon doesn't even get the chance to tell you to say anything because you're flipping onto your knees and shoving his rigid length into your mouth. he can't help the strangled sound that escapes him when the tip of him touches the back of your throat, constricting when you gag.

bloody hell.

you look up at him; wide, glassy eyes and sunken cheeks and it's pathetic how he can already feel himself on the precipice of ecstasy and he hasn't even gotten to the good part.

when he watches you place a condom in your mouth and roll it on his cock without hands, simon had to squeeze his eyes shut and think of england to stop the fire that threatened to light him ablaze.

alrigh', enough. on your back.

"no. get on yours."

your small hands push against his barrel chest, gesturing he lie back— today preferably.

impatient bint.

you ignore that quip, opting to wrap your fingers around his thick base and sink onto him in one smooth motion.

slow, don't want ya hurtin' ya'self.

he gnaws on his tongue painfully— almost cutting it open with his canine— to keep from finishing because, bloody fuckin' hell, do you feel like the heaven he'll never see.

simon's hands curl and tighten around the swell of your hips— his blunt, square nails digging into your sensitive skin. "easy," you hiss, "i bruise like a peach."

taste like it, too.

you look so sweet, so pliant while being split open on his cock, hot cunt sodden with your earlier release— it sends mind-numbing arousal tingling up his spine, feeling it at the base of his skull. simon grunts when you begin to move, a languid up and down, gentle but firm. spots dance in his vision when you take all of him, his bollocks flush against your arse.

pretty thing with fire in your eyes taking him so well even though others have needed breaks to work up to it. muscle memory takes over then, his callused fingers automatically searching for your swollen clit, but you slap them away. "too sensitive, i'd only be uncomfortable."

yes ma'am.

you chuckle at that, pussy fluttering as you do and simon hisses through his clenched teeth.

keep tha' up 'nd i'll be done before the fun even starts.

this time you clamp down on purpose, your cunt squeezing his cock like a silken fist. "wouldn't that just be a shame. old man like yourself only got one in you?" the playful taunt sinks its teeth into the ego he's never cared about— leaving behind a mark that stings and lingers— and the lieutenant rears his head, if only for a moment.

watch it.

your eyes widen fractionally but your lips curl at the corners in amusement. "sorry, sir." minx.

his thoughts dissolve like sugar in hot tea once your hips began to rise and fall again, this time a much quicker pace. he surrenders to your unsatiable passion-- a hungry beast, feeding on want, on need-- with only his obsidian-black mask as witness.

for the first time in months (since price bent him over his desk post-op that one time) he's the one getting fucked.

and when you plant your feet by his sides, when your hips cant at the slightest of angles, his flared head presses against something firm and his world ceases to exist, the intensity of now reaching its peak.

when he comes to, your sweat-slick body trembles with effort, your pretty cunt still stuffed to the brim with his softening length. but he's not done with you yet, not by a long shot. now it's his turn.

in a quick movement, you find yourself on your back, looking up at simon, and the mewl that falls from your lips bounces off of the spartan white walls when he hooks your legs over his broad shoulders, and claims you again.

he plans on leaving a delicious ache between your legs that won't let you forget this night-- at least not for the next few days. (not like you could, i mean look at him. plus, he's going to magically forget his gloves here, maybe his pack of cigarettes. he's also definitely jotting down his phone number somewhere.)

forgive me i'm tired now so i lost some air at the end hehehe