#YEAH!!! YEEEAAAHHH!!!!!!!

[oricami-art]

We reference a lot of shows in our Ace Attorney Let's Plays! Sometimes we reference the same thing so many times in one episode, I make it the thumbnail! (Sometimes I just have no other good ideas...) Which references do you recognize? (Check the tags for answers!)

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

i feel very cool and very powerful rn because i am 40% finished with a thing that i have been working on for fucking ever

[novahazard24]

I PASSED MY LATIN MIDTERM EXAM

[bigassmoth]

Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

In an attempt to seduce you, One Hell of a Butler fumbles big time. Its so bad he has somehow earned the pity of the resident cook.

Contains: bisexual reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, demonic pining, degrading language, sexual themes

"I would hate for you to retire to a cold bed, my dear." He purred in your ear while gliding a hand over your hip. Your interest piqued, you leaned against his chest and cast him a sly glance.

"Are you offering to be the cat at my feet tonight, Mr. Michaelis?" Your ever present mocking politeness is tinged with lust.

"If only you would allow me." He plays into the demeaning role (much better to be your cat then his masters dog) by licking up your neck. You shudder and let out a shaky breath.

"I am inclined to. But you arent allowed to expect faithfulness from me, Michaelis. This will not turn us into paramores." You firmly place your boundry and he isnt surprised- he knew that your body would be easier to access than your heart.

"I understand completely my dear, dont forget I am aware of your...other friend." He tries to think of a kind way to phrase it- he nearly had a heart attack when he snuck into your room one night to find you tangled up with Grell. Who of course misinterpreted it to be Sebastian checking in on her in a jealous fit. The reaper still fantasizes about being the center of a love triangle between her two doomed lovers. The morning after, Sebastian was once again charmed by your nonchallant attitude. Neither ashamed nor intimidated by his intuations about your sex life, you had boldly proclaimed that you bedded with Grell, enjoyed it, and found Sebastians prying to be unprofessional.

"Good, then I can expect you to meet in my room after youve finished your duties?" You turn to face Sebastian fully, his hands rest at your hips. Finally, thankfully he had strong skills and reliable habits from the other women he had seduced. Months of work culminating to this point.

"I will come posthaste-"

"And bring dessert."

"And I will bring dessert," he chuckled with a smirk, "you really are a demanding harlot."

...

...

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"And when I said that she left." Sebastian sighed into the cold night air. Baldroy looked at him with shock, his cig nearly dropping from his gaping mouth.

"Youre fuckin' with me...you called her a harlot?" The mans tone was astounded. Sebastian frowned, it was the kind of voice one used when in disbelief upon witnessing an act of extreme stupidity.

"My partners in the past have never taken such offense to the term. And I'll have you know that I don't think of her as an immoral woman, I told her as such."

"Yeeeaaahhh, and how did that go?"

Sebastian sipped his tea instead of answering.

Baldroy sighed and scratched the back of his head.

"I guess you are still young. This isnt exactly my wheelhouse but, listen...your face wont get you everything."

Sebastian looked at Baldroy like he was staring at two insects having sex on a banana cream pie. The soldier continued,

"I know youre a real looker an' charmer- youve had me going a couple times! But some people have a resistance to that sort of thing. Theyre real...." he paused while trying to think of the word. Sebastian sighed again.

"Aloof."

"Yeah, thats the one!" Baldroy snapped his fingers, "shes real aloof!"

"I was aware, Baldroy." The butlers voice came out as a hiss.

"Right right, but the thing about aloof people- like our master too!- is that they dont appreciate acts. Sounds to me like you got caught up acting like you usually do. And while that may have worked with others..." Baldroy trailed off and shrugged.

Sebastian would loathe to admit it, but what Baldroy said made sense

"...Im not sure you are qualified to lecture me on romance." Instead of expressing gratitude, Sebastian stiffly replied. But when he finished his cup of tea it was with a relaxed posture. He set down the cup. "Do remember to clean your ashtray, I would hate to have to add them to your morning coffee again."

"Augh! Its just a few ashes you really dont have to do that every day!" Baldroy hollered at Sebastian. "Where are you even going?"

"I did promise the lady desserts tonight." Sebastian leaves with a slight spring in his step.

[lightofraye]

I imagine you're referring to... this list? The one by the brilliant @nancylou444?

Yeah. Same here.

I know there are some that'd disagree, say I always disliked him. It just isn't true. I did like him! During the time I binge-watched Supernatural, I'd be browsing Instagram reels of clips and hilarious memes from conventions and sharing them with my daughter and daughter-in-law for a good laugh.

Then I get into Tumblr and.... yeeeaaahhh.

That all changed.

It's amazing just how much his stans would overlook, excuse, deny, and pretend never happened. 😒

[yourbelgianthings]

jd: this is a song about murder crowd: YEEEAAAHHH WOOOO jd: oh yeah they love murder in cleveland! it’s a local delicacy here this is a song about a murder at the 18th street garage, it’s called murder at the 18th street garage

[gynandromorph]

jessie: babyyyy!

shiloh (embracing jessie): hey, handsome.

jessie: you know what today is, yeah?

shiloh: our anniversary, yeah.

jessie (only remembered because she rewound time after shiloh mentioned it was their anniversary): yeeeaaahhh!! i'm surprised you remembered hahaha

shiloh: how could i forget... since you can create anything instantly, i didn't bother getting you a gift.. i figured that i could go down--

jessie (physically shoving them away): yeah yeah your stupid sex tricks. later, later. [bringing a wrapped gift box out from behind her back, where a third arm was holding it] i got you a gift.

shiloh (taking the gift box): that's very sweet of you... thank--

jessie: i mean, OPEN it first. don't THANK me when you don't even know what it is. maybe it's a shitty gift, maybe it's unthankable, maybe--

shiloh (opening gift): sure.. just for you. i'll open it.

[there's literally nothing in the box]

shiloh: ...it's nothing.

jessie (snatching the box): you bet your ass it's nothing! i'm not limited to shitty little material goods and ~words of affirmation~ as a GIFT.

[jessie throws the box off-screen, where it explodes]

jessie: i wanna give you somethin' better... now tell me a superpower you've ALWAYS wanted.

shiloh: a penis.

jessie (sweating): okay.... literally not a superpower--

shiloh (half-interrupting, unfazed): shape-shifting.

jessie: okay you're just going to use that to grow a dick, though.

shiloh: strap-on that i can feel?

jessie: oh my fucking-- PICK SOMETHING NOT DICK-RELATED.

shiloh (sighing): fine. immortality.

jessie: i mean... i don't think that's a superpower either.

shiloh: it's... .......flying. flying together would be nice.

jessie: is there like. a problem with me just holding you. when we fly together.

shiloh: teleportation would be convenient............

jessie: you don't want teleportation, trust me. i mean what if you teleported in front of a bus by accident and just died--

shiloh: telekinesis.

jessie: i feeeeeel like you're just going to make a telekinetic dick with it is the thing?

shiloh: spontaneous combustion.

jessie: okay. that would kill you. literally

shiloh: i know.

[marice23top]

CHAPTER 1- Prowler Miles X Deadpool(fem) Reader

   Taglist: @bath1lda​  @niktwazny303​ @sorryi-mtrash​

“ So we meet again!” Said a dark and mysterious voice “oh my, please stay away! “ yelled the poor girl. “NEVER YOUR MINEE!!” he yelled Slashing her in the stomach before laughing crazily.

“BAHAHAHAHA!!!!” “Y/N!” ‘oops, remember to keep quiet or you're in trouble but know  that old man needs me’ thought the girl who is seen to be  laying in her bed before she gets up to respond to the call.

“Coming father” she says up the stairs in a meek tone different from the tone she used to read her book or to even talk to herself. “Hurry, I have a mission for you”He responds to her in an authoritative tone. She makes it up the stairs and into a living area different from the one her room is in. This is where her mother and older brother live while she sleeps in the laboratory.

Coming into the living area to see her Father sitting on the couch, that was across from  the family picture. ‘Well their family picture, as she has been in any of these pictures’. “Yes father, I heard you say you have a mission for me” She tells him looking to the ground as if looking at her father would kill her if she dared.

“Yes I have a mission for you, and that little assassin I hired is coming with you” He tells her, still looking at her as if he dared her to defy his orders. “Yes sir, I understand, I'll get ready and leave as soon as possible.”

“Don't worry about getting ready its a stealth mission and you need to look normally, your weapons are in a bag by the bike in the garage, Get them, meet at the street linked on the bike, and wait till the event starts and the assassin gets there,” “ yes father” “Good now get out” “yes father.” The young girl says bowing then walking back down to the garage to her bike and seeing the bag.

‘Awe great this is going to be a boring mission’ she thought, getting on the bike ready to drive away. But then she remembers something that makes her smile like the moon has eyes `My coffee bean is going to be there and I don't have to come back here after the mission, so I can spend the rest of the night with him, YEEEAAAHHH!!” she screams riding on her bike down the street.

‘Tonight is going to be a great night’ she thought.

                                         TIME SKIP TO THE EVENT

“Copy that uncle Aaron” the boy says to his communicator, “yea, ad boss man says  your girl is going to be there too, make sure you watch after her man” his uncle tells him. His uncle knows one thing that when they're both together that girl would never get hurt, even if she can heal.

“Yea I see her i'll tell you how we do '' He tells his uncle completely ignoring what his uncle said about calling her his girl. "All right and remember to knock out or kill anyone in the way of killing that little traitor, understood” “yeah understood” as the boy says these words and cuts off the communicator with his uncle he goes to the edge of the roof he’s on and jumps sliding down the walls using his claws, and drops  into an alley.

“MILLLEESSS!!” He hears behind him, he sighs before opening his arms as if he was waiting for something. And soon that something jumps and appears in his arms hugging him with a death grip and legs wrapped around him. “I’ve missed you” she says to him looking down to his peacock eyes, while rubbing his braids.

“Yea me too princesa hermosa, also we saw each other yesterday, we had a mission” he tells before putting her down on the ground and looking at her outfit. “Te ves tan hermosa” “what's that mean” he chuckles at her  and remembers she sometimes forgets that she is fluent in 7 languages. “You know” he says but then he sees their target and his whole mood changes. A few seconds ago they were laughing then he gets all dark and mysterious when people are around or if they're handling a mission and right now it's the latter.

 “You ready” he tells her, getting his claw ready while she takes her guns out the bag she brought, “as ready as ever sweet lips” “stop” “OK, right mission time first.”

“Ohh this is going to be fun” she says smirking, looking down at all the men who seemed to be in their way, then seeing the target. Her eyes look at them darkly with her smirk becoming dangerous.

She kisses her guns, “Real Fun.”

Princesa Hermosa—-> Beautiful Princess

Te Ves Tan Hermosa—--> You Look So Beautiful

[harleychick91]

A Good Luthor

Rated M

After taking over her family’s company and moving to National City, Lena runs into an old college friend. As the two stroll down memory lane, a certain perky reporter joins the fold. Intrigued, Lena sets her sights on making sure Kara knows there’s at least one good Luthor. AU-Canon Divergent.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62422981

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A Good Luthor

Lena’s POV

Getting my food, I found a seat along the wall in one of the smaller booths. As I ate and scrolled through emails, I glanced up anytime I heard the bell on the door ring. This time the bell rang, I wasn’t expecting my college days to come rushing back. “Alex Danvers?”

A taller woman turned on her heel before reaching the counter and smiled when recognition struck. “Lena?” Walking closer, she said, “It is you. I almost didn’t recognize you without your glasses. I didn’t know you were in National City.”

“Contacts are a wonderful thing,” I laughed. “I’m taking over LuthorCorp and making the National City branch headquarters. I plan to change its direction.”

“I saw the case,” Alex nodded.

“If you have time, would you join me? I’m not due at the office until tomorrow.”

“Yeah, sure. Be right back.”

I finished the email I was working on while Alex placed her order. As she made her way back, I put work away. A habit I have been trying to get into. “So, you know my recent life experiences,” I deadpanned. “What’s going on with you?”

“Things are good. After college, I was recruited by the government. I’m one of the few from our class who actually put their college degree to work.”

“That’s one reason why I took over LuthorCorp. I can put both of my doctorates to good use. I worked with a friend in Metropolis trying to use nanobots to cure illness but we couldn’t quite fix the main problem.”

“What was the problem?” Alex asked, popping a fry into her mouth.

“We couldn’t get the bots to work without taking over the host’s mind. I want to help people. Not control them,” I smirked. “My family however…”

“Yeeeaaahhh,” Alex sighed. “They are a different story.”

The bell rang and any thoughts of work or college left when a gorgeous blonde with bright blue eyes walked in. Who is that scrumptious…

“Alex! What are you doing here?” Walking over, those blue eyes fell on me. “Oh, hi.” Pale cheeks tinted slightly.

“Grabbing lunch. Kara, this is my friend-,”

“Lena, Lena Luthor.” I held out my hand.

The blonde deflated when she heard my last name. “Hi, I’m Kara Danvers.”

My brows creased remembering tomorrow’s schedule. “The CatCo reporter?”

“Yes.” The reporter held onto the strap of her bag as if it were a lifeline. “How did you know?”

“You’re on my schedule tomorrow morning at 10.”

“Oh…”

“Order for Kara D,” a man called. “Order for Kara D.”

Glancing towards him, she shifted. “I need to get that. It was nice meeting you.”

“You as well,” I smiled.

The action caused Kara to swallow hard before ripping her eyes from me. “Still on for movie night?” She asked Alex.

“Seven sharp as long as nothing comes up.”

“See you then!” I watched as the younger Danvers sister got her order and left. She smiled and said a final goodbye on her way out.

“Stop it,” Alex warned. “I remember that look.”

“What look?” I glanced back at the agent before finishing my cheeseburger.

“The ‘I want to sink my teeth into that’ look.” Studying me, the woman’s head tilted. “Wait, no, that’s not the look,” Alex grinned. “Have you finally grown out of the ‘sex without emotions’ phase? I never thought I’d live to see the day,” she joked.

“Yes, Alexandra, I have,” I smirked. It’s more than just her sex appeal that’s drawing me in. What is this?

“Look, Kara just came out and she’s skittish. She wants an actual relationship. Unlike us, she can't just have sex.”

I am trying to put my personal life before work. “Understandable,” I nodded. “She seems too innocent for that.”

“Uh-huh,” Alex smirked. “If you want to try, I’m not helping you. You’ll have to figure it out on your own.” The older woman paused, debating something. “I will give you this: you have an uphill battle. The reason she pulled back from you is because of your last name. Lex has hurt people she cares about.”

Of course he has. The bastard. “Then I guess I need to prove that there’s at least one good Luthor in this town.”

Once I was home, I checked social media to see if I could glean anything about Alex’s little sister. Since her profiles were private, I couldn't get much information. The public pictures showed that she was a food and animal lover. Beyond that, there wasn’t much information. I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to figure out more. Since she’s skittish around Luthors, I’ll have to prove I’m not like the others.

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[pondering-gales-left-orb]

I was talking to myself today (yes i do that move on) about the difference of speach in thedas now that we have DATV and its like i know feraldan was called the ass end of thedas but its literally so funny how they speak like formal old kings gothic common and tivinter speaks modern email lingo common or whatever

I just

Imagine king Alistair sends a letter to the Archon like

To Thee, most esteemed Archon of Tivinter

I call upon thee, beliver of the great Andraste, to consider with upmost haste the proposed meeting betwixt our great kingdoms

King Alistair of Feraldan

And the Archon's like

Yoo Alistair broo👊,

Its the Archon here how you doin' let me tell you i am excited for that yeah! I totes get it you need confirmation so my guyyyy this is it! 🤝 Anyway do yall still do that landsmeet business👀👀 i kinda wanna see how one works i'll even bring the popcorn and everything so see to that when i vist yeeeaaahhh🙏

Anyway walk in the light of andraste🤭

Da Archon wuz here

Send email

[nil-elk]

Yeeeaaahhh, I think I'm going to try to avoid getting myself involved with enmeshed and codependent relationships going forward. Platonic, romantic, or otherwise. Excommunicated from a close knit group of friends, because of a relationship that didn't work out. Yeah, nah. I'm good, fuck that. Subjected myself to going back to the beginning to read over everything to see if I had done something wrong and was just misremembering, because I was beating myself up about it. And I feel so relieved and vindicated. Not going to needlessly berate myself anymore over this. It was horrifically painful, I've acknowledged where I made my mistakes, and I've noted the red flags, and I'm moving on.

[kingofpizza]

A Hello Neighbor fanfic: The beginning of a young boy's dream.

Summary: Nicky manages to get over his stage fright with the help of Trinity.

(The scene starts at Raven Brooks Middle School, where the school talent show is taking place. Backstage, Nicky Roth was practicing his electric guitar skills. He was planning on singing one of the songs from his idol, Austin Moon. He was excited to perform, but he had problems with his stage fright.)

Nicky: I can't believe I have to perform. *He looks at the guitar and prepares to give up*

(Before he prepares to call it quits, Trinity enters the room and grabs Nicky's arm)

Trinity: Not so fast, Nicky. You've wanted to perform, and it's happening. I want the world to know who you are, not just as a random guitar player, but as the popstar you wanted to be.

(Nicky looks at his guitar, noticing Austin Moon's autograph on it. He starts to remember the day Austin autographed the guitar for him when he was younger and Austin gave him the confidence to perform.)

Nicky: You're right. Austin's the reason I wanted to become a popstar. And you know what, Trin? I will perform.

(Trinity grins and playfully socks Nicky's arm)

Trinity: That's the spirit. Now, go on that stage and sing!

(Nicky puts on his jacket and grabs his guitar, walking away to do the song.)

Meanwhile, the announcer is finishing up everyone else's performances and is ready to announce Nicky's upcoming performance.

Announcer: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Nicky Roth!

(The lights turn brighter as Nicky descends to the stage on a lift. The crowd, including Enzo, Trinity, Maritza, Delroy, and Ivan clap as Nicky continues to descend.)

Nicky: To infinity... and beyond!

(Nicky flips off of the lift and lands on his feet, whipping out his guitar.)

Nicky: Hello, everyone! I will be singing A Billion Hits by the one, the only, Austin Moon!

(The crowd cheers as Nicky starts strumming his guitar, the music from A Billion Hits playing.)

Nicky: 🎵 Didn't go nowhere, never left, uh! You really thought that I was gone, gone, gone, gone! I heard you talking like I lost my swagger! That I was over, you were wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! I'm always improving, always on the move, and working on my flow, to take it to the studio, this is not a comeback, followin' my own path, laying down the fat tracks, still a music maniac! 🎵

(Nicky jumps off the stage and dances while his friends record him on Enzo's video camera.)

Nicky: 🎵 Oh, I know that I'll make it! Never put my head down, t-t-turn it up loud! Yeah, cause I don't have to fake it! If I keep on working it, a billion hits is what I'll get! Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh! That's what I'm gonna get! Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! That's what I'm gonna get! Yeah, cause I know that I'll make it! Overload the internet, a billion hits is what I'll get! 🎵

(Nicky runs onstage as a group of backup dancers arrive onstage. He hands his guitar to the bassist and starts performing some choreographic dance moves that's almost impossible to pull off.)

Nicky: 🎵 Call someone, I think this an emergency! HEY! Pull the plug, Austin's blowing up my PC, every hour, day, and night, can't get this rocker out my site! (Site, site, site!) You can't get me out of your site! You can't get me out of your site! You thought that I was gone, guess what you were wrong! 🎵

(Nicky leaps off a backup dancer's cupped hands and backflips, propelling himself forward and he leans towards the camera, breaking the fourth wall.)

Nicky: 🎵 'Cause I just wrote your new favorite song. 🎵

(Nicky stands back up and takes his guitar back, spinning it over his shoulder and tilts backwards. The crowd catches him and he starts crowdsurfing. He starts singing and playing the guitar again.)

Nicky: 🎵 Oh, I know that I'll make it! Never put my head down! T-T-Turn it up loud! Yeeeaaahhh, 'cause I don't have to fake it! If I keep on working it, a billion hits is what I'll get! 🎵

(Nicky lands back onstage and flips his newly dyed blonde hair back. The crowd cheers. Maritza, Enzo, Ivan, and Delroy run onstage and hug Nicky. Trinity runs up, and pounces on Nicky, hugging him tightly and nearly knocking him down. Nicky laughs and hugs her back.)

Nicky: I can't believe it! I conquered my stage fright and performed! I was awesome!

Trinity: Awesome? You were beyond awesome! You should be a recording artist at Starr Records!

Maritza: Damn right you should! Nicky might beat Austin Moon at this point! Trinity can be his songwriter, Enzo can be his video director, and I can be his manager! We can be called Team Nicky!

Enzo: This video is gonna get more than a billion hits when we post it on YouTube!

Ivan, Yeah, and we can edit the video to make it look like there's 5 clones of Nicky singing and dancing, and playing instruments!

Delroy: You're telling me, I wasn't expecting Nicky to get his guitar autographed by Austin Moon as a young child.

(The others laugh and they walk out of the auditorium.)

[loki-laufeyson223]

Friday Night: Dean Winchester (This Damaged Soul of Mine)

Warnings: Amazing Dean in the beginning, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), really sweet aftercare (cause that's a warning all in itself)

Word Count: round bout 3k

The Loki version of this story is here!

Friday Night: Loki Laufeyson

The first thing that greets me in the morning is my loud alarm ringing in my ear. I reach over and shut it off immediately, though I know I need to get up and get ready for work but God, I really don’t want to. It was 4:30 in the friggin morning. Usually I would turn to my husband, if we weren’t already in a tight embrace, but today he was in Claremore, Oklahoma dealing with a nasty wendigo. Dean had left sometime yesterday right after supper, which was pizza. I would normally go on those kinds of hunts with Dean but hunting doesn’t pay the bills. Getting up at the crack of dawn and leaving an hour later to go work at the children’s clinic here in Lebanon, however, does.

I reluctantly rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes to put on after my shower. After I got out of the shower I shook my long blonde hair out with a towel and got dressed in black leggings and my favorite green and black flannel. I stalked my way to the kitchen in the bunker to fix some coffee, which I call liquid fuel, and fix some breakfast. I put on my favorite playlist of old rock, some of The Beatles, and maybe some Elvis. My brother-in-law, Sam, was still on his daily run but I knew he would be getting back soon. So, I went ahead and grabbed four eggs from the fridge and put some butter in the pan I already had heating up on the smallest eye on the stove. After the eggs were cooking on the stove the coffee machine went off and I grabbed my favorite Led Zeppelin mug and poured the hot black liquid into the cup and grabbed the vanilla creamer and poured just enough in for the smallest bit of flavor. Dean always said he hated creamer in his coffee but the day after I brought it home it was already open and used. He tried to blame it on Sam but we both knew that was a flat out lie.

“Hey De?”  “Yeah Sweetheart, what’s up?”  “Who got into my new creamer?”  “Uh….. I don’t know. Have you asked Sammy?”  “Yeah he said he hadn’t gotten any. He’s been drinkin’ Eileen’s.”  “What ‘bout Cas or Jack?”  “They can’t taste.”  “Oh well it wasn’t me if that’s what you’re thinkin’.”  “Yeeeaaahhh. Ok, sure hun.”  He got up from his spot at the bench and came over to me. “Don’t you need to leave for work?”  “Oh yeah. Crap.”  Leaning down so I can angle my head up to reach, he presses a soft and lingering kiss on my lips.  “Bye De.”  “See ya later Sweetheart.”  As soon as I walked out of the kitchen Sam came up to me. “I saw him pouring it into his coffee earlier.”

Smiling at the memory, I walk over to the oven and take the pan off of the stove and set it on a hot pad. I was grabbing a plate from the cabinet when Sam walked in still sweating a little from the long run back home. “Hey Scar.”  “Hey Sam. How was the run?”  “It was good until another runner came up beside me with their kid.”  “What’s so bad about that?”  “The kid grabbed the string connected to my headphones and pulled it out of my phone somehow.”  “Ah, I see. Everyone heard your Celine Dion.”  “Uh, no. I don’t listen to her.”  “Yeah, sure. Cut the crap we all know she’s your favorite.” He rolled his eyes at my comment.  “Anyways, I made eggs and coffee.”  “Great. Hey, by the way is Eileen up yet.”  “No but I heard her alarm go off when I got up.”  “Ok thanks.”  “No problem.”  He went over to the cabinet of coffee mugs and grabbed the one I got him for Christmas with a moose on it and it said “So get this”. “I thought you used that for target practice.”  “Eileen talked me into keeping it.”  “Well then thank you Eileen.”  “You’re welcome.”  Suddenly Eileen walked into the kitchen. Last Christmas Sam saved up enough money to get Eileen a cochlear implant, so she could hear and communicate with Dean and I since we didn’t know ASL. Sometimes I forgot she had it. Sam walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her shoulders then pulled away to press a kiss to her forehead. “Mornin’ Clover.”  “Hey Sam.”  I sat down with my plate and coffee and grabbed the pepper and sprinkled some onto the bland eggs.  “I still don’t know why you insist on using pepper on everything instead of salt.”  

Sam made a face as I added more pepper to my eggs and ate them with a smirk, just in spite. As soon as I finished eating I got up and put my plate in the sink, already in a rush to get to the bathroom and brush my teeth so I could hurry up and get out the door. Eileen noticed I hadn’t finished my coffee so she grabbed a to-go coffee cup and poured it in there while I was in the bathroom. “Alright, bye yall!”  I called from the garage door.

 I saw Eileen running towards me holding the cup, “Thought you might want to have the rest of this. Oh and Sam said bye.”  “Thanks Eileen.”  “No problem. Now get to work before you’re late.”  I gave her a nod and walked out the door. I grabbed the keys to my green and black Supercharged Kawasaki H2R and my Ghost Rider helmet and made my way to the motorcycle. I got on, putting the key in the ignition. I turned the key, hearing the engine roar to life. I balanced the bike and kicked up my stand, putting it in gear. I revved the engine and took off.

Eight hours later I pulled into the garage and into my spot. I put down my kickstand and took off my helmet before dismounting my bike. Today there were two kids I had to send to the emergency room because the parents underestimated just what was wrong with their kid. It sucked and was stressful. It didn’t help that the parents always blamed it on me as if I had been with them the whole day. 

As I’m grabbing my laptop case out of the side bag on the bike I hear what sounds like someone running. Before I could turn around to see who it was, the sound stopped. I knew that the bunker was warded so it couldn’t have been a spirit so I just continued to walk back towards the door. I heard running behind me and next thing I knew I was being tackled from the back. 

“Gottcha Baby!”  “Dean, what are you doing?”  I raised my eyebrows as his hand traveled down from my midsection to my hips. “No no no no no. Dean don’t you dare!”  He did the exact opposite and began tickling my sides. “Dean, no, s-stop! P-please.”  “What was that Hun? I didn’t quite hear you.”  He continued his attack on my sides and it lasted for what felt like forever. When he finally stopped, we were both out of breath from laughing so hard. 

Dean turned to me with a beaming smile that lit up his entire face, eyes shining from laughter and just pure happiness.  “Sorry babe, it seemed like you were having a bad day.”  “I was and I really needed that. Thank you.”  “No problem. Now, let’s get in the bunker. I got a surprise for you in the Dean Cave.”  “What kind of surprise?”  “You’ll see when we get there.”  I rolled my eyes but at that moment, Dean lifted me off the ground and pulled me into a bridal style carry. I yelped at the sudden surprise and he took off towards the Dean Cave. 

When we got there the first thing that caught my attention was the speaker that we use for parties, was set out. The next thing was the palate set out on the floor and the sushi that was beside it. “Dean, what is this?”  “Since it’s Friday and you had a long day, I decided to give you a little treat.”  “That’s so sweet but, what’s the speaker for?”  “I figured we could listen to music while we hung out or we could watch a movie. So, which do you want to do?”  “How do you feel about music?”  “That’s just fine for me.”  I walk over to the speaker with my phone in hand and turn on my bluetooth, connecting my phone to play music. The first song I play is When the Levee Breaks and Dean gives me a look of approval and we go to sit down on the palate constructed of just about every bed-set here in the bunker. 

Dean hands me one of the trays of sushi before grabbing his own. “So, what exactly happened today that made it so bad?” I sighed, thinking about the very colorful threats that were thrown at me once I told the parents what actions they needed to take to ensure their child’s health. I was only doing my job. “I had to send two kids to the emergency room today and the parents weren’t happy about it to say the least.”  “Oh, Hun, I'm sorry.”  “It ain’t your fault. I get it though.” Dean’s brow furrowed. “I mean if it was my kid I would be upset too. I probably wouldn’t yell at the doctor but, still.”  “You probably handled it a lot better than I would’ve.” I laughed and shook my head, shrugging my shoulders in agreement. 

The song ends as I’m taking my first bite of the bubba roll Dean got from the small Japanese place just a few minutes from the bunker. I pick up my phone and play my mixed playlist on Spotify. I know Dean would usually act like he hated pop in front of Sam or anyone else but with me, he’ll sing his heart out and dance like there’s no one around. I go to the song that’s absolutely necessary at this moment, Uptown Funk. It always manages to pick up my mood when I’m down at a low, along with the company of Dean, of course. I sat down my food and stood up, grabbing Dean’s hand in the process.  “Scar, really? Right now?”  “Yes right now. Get up!”  “Sweetheart, Sam’s home.”  “I know. If he walks in, both of you can get over it.”  “That’s something for him to tell people though Hun.”  “Yeah and I have plenty on him and so do you.”  He rolled his eyes and smiled. Dean finally got up and lifted me up off the ground, spinning me around as he did. We danced like we were teenagers at their first prom, in the best way possible. 

The song finished and when the next one came on, Dean’s face lit up. He immediately dove into the first verse of Can’t Help Falling in Love. My husband pulled me into his arms and began to sway gently side to side while moving around the room.

Wise men say

Only fools, only fools rush in

Oh, but I, but I, I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be, would it be a sin?

If I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things, you know, are just meant to be 

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I can’t help falling in love with you

He finishes the song and dance with an enchanting kiss. Enveloping my lips with his, he grabs the sides of my face pulling me deeper into the kiss. I reach around and intertwine my hands in his dark brown locks. Here recently he’s been growing out his hair and it’s made it down to right below his neck, his bangs just barely reaching beneath his eyebrows. His hair has grown out to be a dark brown in his older age. Small flecks of gray sprinkled throughout. The cool feeling of the soft strands only heighten the small pool in my stomach. 

That is until Dean pulls away. When I whine softly in protest, Dean puts a finger to my lips and trails his finger down to my chin and tilts my head up so I’m looking straight into the green oceans that he calls normal eyes. Nothing that breathtaking can be “normal”. “Scarlett, no matter what anyone says, you’re an incredible doctor. I mean you worked your ass off for those degrees. You shouldn’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I mean if you were my kid’s doctor and you found out something that was really wrong with them, I would have given over my paycheck that week. And before you say anything, no I’m not just saying this to make you feel better. I’m telling you the truth, ‘cause that’s just what we all need to hear sometimes.”

I smiled and blinked away the tears that had formed in my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled those soft, pillowy lips down to mine. Dean groaned and slipped his tongue into my mouth. The kiss formed a beautiful symphony between us and we played the song that we knew by our hearts. 

Dean pulled away just enough to grumble “Bedroom” and oh did I comply. I nodded and he grabbed the underside of my thighs and hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips. Our lips never parted as he walked us to the bedroom we share amongst all the others in the bunker, we chose this one with the feeling and anticipation to make memories that would last a lifetime.  

Somehow, Dean managed to get the door open, us in, closing and locking the door behind us, still without breaking the feverish kiss. He laid me down on the bed with such ease it made me feel like I weighed nothing but a feather. Dean got up from the bed to rid himself of everything he was wearing and got back on top of me to “assist” me in the same way. 

When I was completely bare before him, Dean just stared with lust and awe in his eyes. “So beautiful.”  He murmured sweet little nothings as he kissed his way from my neck to my bare heat. He pressed a kiss to my clit and went down further to lick a hot, wet stripe all the way back up. My thighs instinctively went close around his head and he placed a firm hand against one and pushed just slightly. “Gotta have my meal spread out for me Baby.”  A cocky grin spread across his lips as he dipped his head back down to my dripping pussy and buried his tongue as far as he could, and oh was it far, into my inner walls. 

My hands found their way to his hair and pulled tight at the brown, peppered lock causing the god of a man to groan, the vibration sending a shiver to my core and up my spine. “Oh God, Dean!”  

Dean took his free hand and brought it up to my clit, making small tantalizing circles and applying just the right amount of pressure to the small pearl, to send me to oblivion with release. A guttural groan pulled itself from the depths of my throat with my finish and Dean brought himself up to my lips and claimed my lips with his in a lust filled kiss that left us both completely breathless.

“Dean, I need you now.”  The plea came out more broken than I intended but it still got the message across because Dean was ready in an instant, already leaning back on his heels and lining himself up with my entrance. He looked to me with a silent ask for permission, I nodded and with that my breath had completely left my body as he buried himself to the hilt with the first thrust. 

Dean was holding himself up with his forearms and was hovering just above my face, he leaned down to my ear, just a little lower beneath the sensitive lobe and sucked a dark bruise on the spot that he knew drove me wild everytime. “Dean, please, move.”  He nodded slightly and pulled out to the tip and thrusted back in again with more force behind it with a deep groan. 

Our bodies moved in unison, like two puzzle pieces finding their way with each other with ease until Dean shivered and I felt his length twitch inside my hot core and with one final thrust, the one I love most in this world found his release, painting my insides white. My release was triggered by his own, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. When we had both caught our breath and calmed down mostly, Dean got up to go get a towel to clean us both up. 

With the towel thrown aside and us both content in the bed, I grabbed my husband’s waist in a tight hug. “Hey Baby.” He whispered into my hair, pressing a lingering kiss to my head before propping his chin up there. I just yawned in response and heard Dean chuckling softly, his shoulders moving slightly with the action. “You tired?”  “Mhm.”  Dean kissed the top of my head again and I closed my eyes and welcomed the sleep that followed shortly after. The last thing I heard before sleep claimed me completely was my husband’s deep voice slightly mumble, “G’night Sweetheart. I love you with all of this damaged soul of mine.”

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[zoeology31]

Happy All-Star break! It's been a wild and exciting first half for the Twins, with a lot of colorful personalities and storylines. I've compiled all my favorite quotes from players and coaches in the first half as kind of a humorous summary:

"Maybe I'm too electric for my own good." — Royce Lewis, on his Opening Day injury (x)

"I told him, 'Carlos, what's your favorite bottle of wine under about $200?' And he said he doesn't drink. So I guess I'm off the hook." — Brock Stewart, on Correa throwing out Ohtani at home plate (x)

"We'll put Eddy in the blender a little bit and shake him up, and move him around." — Rocco Baldelli, on moving Julien out of the leadoff spot (x)

"It's bringing us a lot of hits and runs and stuff, so I'm all for it. It's a— For anyone that hasn't been following, it's a substantial... packaged... sausage, that Jeffers has been carrying around in his bag and throwing at people when we score runs and hit homers. So. I'm all for it; I'm slightly concerned as—I'm not even an adult, but, slightly concerned as more of an adult than maybe some of the people in the other room—that the package is going to open up, and the thing hasn't been refrigerated in many days, and there's no doubt that when that thing opens up, whoever's touching it is in deep trouble. That thing is— there's no doubt in my mind that we are carrying around something that is very, very unhealthy to the human body." — Rocco Baldelli, on the Twins' rally sausage (x)

"It's the idea of the sausage. It's the meaning behind the sausage. We're going to learn more about the sausage as the days go by." — Ryan Jeffers, on the Twins' rally sausage (x)

"I'm not a big fan of the Guardians." — Royce Lewis, on ranking his career home runs (x)

"I was carrying it the whole series waiting to get in. Probably eighth-ish time that I've ridden. First time I tipped the driver, though." — Steven Okert, on tipping the Nationals' bullpen cart driver (x)

"I just happened to look back to see where AK was, and then I saw AK, and he's like, 'Yeah!' And I was like, 'YEEEAAAHHH!' He got me going." — Byron Buxton, on Kirilloff's go-ahead homer (x)

"For me, he lives on another planet. He's fucking great with his hands." — Jhoan Duran, on Correa's tagging skills (x)

"He looked like one of those assassins from Breaking Bad." — Ryan Jeffers, on López's new facial hair (x)

"Not superstitious, just a little stitious." — Pablo López, quoting The Office, on changing his facial hair (x)

"He's really bald. Like shinily bald. I think it's because he lost the facial hair." — Ryan Jeffers, on Lewis's return to the team (x)

"I played a lot of Guitar Hero when I was growing up, so I knew what to do with it." — Carlos Correa, on the Prince guitar home run celebration (x)

"Hell yeah, I was surprised! I felt it go in my glove, but my whole arm kind of went over, so I didn't know what I would be bringing back. I didn't expect to bring back a baseball, so when I looked and I had it, I was like, 'Dang, that's not bad.'" — Austin Martin, on his home run-robbing catch (x)

"I told Pop today: Hey, I don't do that slump thing. That's not a real thing for me." — Royce Lewis, on going 0-for-5 the previous day (x)

"Pete who? I didn't talk to Pete today." — Rocco Baldelli, on Ober's complete game (x)

"I think we're playing good, and all the team, we feel sexy." — Christian Vázquez, on winning the series vs the Astros (x)

"I mean, it's a joke. It's a joke. Yeah, I thought I hit the ball hard yesterday and it was like 99. I don't understand it. If he hits one near me and I'm at first base, he's going to kill me." — Brooks Lee, on Wallner's team-leading exit velocities (x)

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I love these guys. What's your favorite quote from the first half, and are there any that I missed?

[pomeloandtv]

Are you sure we didn't go too big?

We?

I mean "I"

That's right. Who's decision was it to let me pick?

My decision

That's right, you loved the thought of me being unable to turn away from you, out of mind with lust, didn't you?

Yes

And whose idea was it first, to have the augmentation? Mine or yours?

Mine.

And why did you want to do that?

I'd always been interested, but my boobs started to sag after the baby, and then I wanted to do something about it. And I suggested the idea to you. So much changed after the baby...

That's right, but the hypnosis worked for you, the depression passed, didn't it?

Yes

Anyway, so you suggested the boob job first, you wanted this, and you wanted me to pick, so what's the problem?

I'm not sure I wanted this big, they're so heavy...

But now you have an excuse to keep fit, you were never diligent about that before, now you have to keep fit to keep your back strong. So it's good they're heavy, right?

I guess so. But they get in the way...

You love that. You've told me before how hot it can make you feel.

Yeah, but I say that when I'm horny or when I see you notice how big they are. When I'm not horny it can be annoying

Well, it's good that your breasts can make you horny isn't it, so you can enjoy them getting in the way. And remember how your sex drive went away when you were sad after the baby. Isn't it good that it's back, and that you have an extra thing to feel hot about.

It is good that my sex drive is back, but....

And I know you love it when I play with them, I know it must feel great for you, right?

It feels so good

Like now?

Mmmmmm, yeeeaaahhh, mmm

OK, now take that top off, because what I've noticed is how your eyes roll back in your head when I slap them, see?

Nnnnggggggg, oooohhhhh

And I know you love how I describe how fake they are. See how they don't even move like real breasts?

Unnnhhhhh

Like big heavy lumps, the shape of the implant distorting, but still there, real breasts would flow like the sea, but look at these "things" bouncing off each other.

Hnnngg

It gets you so wet to hear me describe you like an object, doesn't it

oh god, yes, but wait, uhhh, please?

Yes?

I, uh, I it always goes like this, recently anyway, I get up the courage to talk to you about something and you make me horny and I can't think and then you just decide, I never win anymore, I dunno, since the hypnosis ...

Hold that thought. *clicks fingers*. Ok good. You know how much worse things were during your depression. The hypnosis cured it. Things are different now, but they're better. I'll reinforce that chain of thought for you later, but for now, you were complaining about your big sexy boobs. Wake.

... um? ....

Go on?

Uhhh. Um, I was talking about my big *squeezing* sexy boobs? uhhh, yeah

Complaining, you were complaining about them

Yeah, uh my friends, my sisters, some of them are surprised with how big I went, shocked even. Diane and Bobby want to host a barbecue pool party next month. Diane made me promise I wouldn't wear a bikini. A one piece, high collar at most, she said

Really?

She, uh, she didn't say it, but I think she thinks they're obscene, and her boys, well they're teenagers now...

She thinks *you're* obscene? Your friend does?

Well, not me, my breasts.

Can you go to the party without these *slap* melons?

No

Some friend.

But, everyone was shocked. You told me to lie and tell everyone I was going for a "small D", and then afterwards tell them I got up the courage to ask for what I really wanted at the last minute.

But you know how hot I found that, you did that for me, remember. Are you regretting it?

No, um no, I'm glad. I remember, the month after I healed, we visited everyone, how, much you loved how shocked everyone was, and, yeah it is hot, they never imagined I would do that. I loved it too.

So what's the problem? Why are we talking about this? Do you love your breasts or not?

This isn't going the way I hoped. There's other stuff too?

I'm listening

People just stare all the time, strangers, I, sometimes it is annoying.

Sometimes? Remember before the surgery when we spent the week away, and you wore the inserts the whole time?

Yes

You loved how everyone stared.

Yes, but that was a holiday, holidays feel easier, always. Its a different mood to real life. And you were always there, and seeing you be proud, showing me off, you're not always there.

And remember last week in Ikea?

Yes

You specifically said to me was how much you loved "being the yummy mummy with the loud heels and the huge rack"

I know, I did, I do.

And remember what I said to you?

You said everyone who wants to look at my tits knows where to find me, they just need to follow the sound of my heels

And then?

And we were in a little mock kitchen and you put your hand down my jeans and fingered me and showed me how wet your finger was *giggles, squeezing boobs*

You love your huge tits

Yeah, I do, but it's still sometimes annoying, when you're not there. People aren't listening to me, or are being too nice...

You've been hot all your life, you're used to people being too nice

Yes, but now, with big boobs they're even nicer. I used to have an idea which people were genuine and which were just being nice because I was hot, but now it is impossible to tell, even people who act uninterested, I'm thinking are they over compensating because of my huge boobs?.

Ok, you're right, before some people were only being nice because of your looks and now even more will be nice because of your looks and boobs. But this is good too

How?

Before, there were times when you could believe one particular person was being sincere. But there was always a chance you would be wrong and trust someone you shouldn't. Now that everyone is being even nicer it is harder for you to distinguish fact from fiction, and you know this, and this means you won't make the mistake to trust someone who you shouldn't

That means I should always assume everyone is treating me different because of my boobs? Is that good?

It means you won't be hurt. *kneading boobs again*. Even when people are disinterested, you should always assume they are over compensating for the effect of your boobs. I'll work on that idea later

What do you mean "work on it later?"

Hold that thought *clicks fingers* You're complaining about your boobs, worried about people being too nice. But you feel like you've lost the argument. None of your points felt as substantive outside your head as inside. You feel so stupid. My arguments always seem so strong and obvious and logical. And now you worry that you are annoying me or boring me. If there is any different argument you haven't said yet, try now so you don't have to start this conversation again later, but you definitely would love to mollify any annoyance I have by getting me to squeeze your boobs again. Wake

I dunno, sometimes they're too much, people are so weird, not trusting anyone, I dunno. I ... it's fine, I, uh, I just needed to vent, I do love them so much, I'm glad you got them. I, one thing, I worry about the effect it might have on our son. Or if we have a daughter. Like, if they're Mom has these enormous fake breasts, and is nearly always showing off cleavage... is that a problem? Am I hurting them?

That's a stupid thing to say

Wha , stupid, I...what, why would you....??

Listen to me

...

Do you want your children to have a mother who hides who they are, who tries to be a person they are not, who lives a life oppressing herself? Who lives by other peoples standards and not her own? Is that the kind of influence you want to be to them?

No, but, I ... I didn't used to be like this though, things have changed

But you've already told me several times you love it, were you lying?

No! I mean, I ... I'm sorry baby, I'm just feeling funny. I do love everything. I don't want to be a bad influence to our son, you'll see. And you're right. Thank you for explaining it to me, I feel better now.

Cheered up?

Yeah *brave smile*

*big squeeze* You like them huge don't you?

Uhhh, *giggle* yap.

You love being huge for me

*under her breath* I looooooove it

And you know how much I love it that people we don't know who live around here, they all recognise you as the mom with the huge fakes. You make me very happy.

yayyyyyyy!

Ok, here, take care of this

Mmmm, I love how hard you are!

*said between squeezing and sucking and biting her tits* You do that to me, your tits do that to me. It's your fault.

I love that I do that to you! Making you so hard so often makes me feel so good!

I know it does, and it makes me happy that you find meaning being my slut

*giggling* yeah, I'm a slut for you. Just tell me what I need to do for you, to be exactly what you need, to make me feel this good, I'll do it

Ha! You'd change for me again, wouldn't you slut?

Uh, wait...

Shhh, lay back so I can absolutely annihilate you

~~~ LATER ~~~

Um, earlier in bed, I, uh, when I said I would change, I meant like, hair or clothes or something, but I don't know if you meant that though

Hold that thought *clicks fingers* You want to ask about what I said about changing, but you already tried to ask me one thing today, and it didn't go well, all your arguments went nowhere. You feel so stupid and weak, better not say anything and feel stupid and weak again. Ask me about your friend Diane. Wake.

Um, uh. Where? Oh, so Diane, um I wanted to talk about her, sometimes I'm so stupid, what did I want to say?

Was it about the barbecue, the bikini.

I don't know. Maybe?

Listen, if she is your friend, she should accept you how you are. If she doesn't want to invite your tits to the party, then she doesn't want to invite you. Talk to her about it. If she can't see reason here, you should think hard about your friendship with her.

But I've known her since middle school!

And I expect she will see sense, but sometimes people change, and if she is no longer someone who supports their friends, I'm not saying ditch her immediately, but you do need to examine your friendship with her. You survived post-natal depression, we, as a family, survived it. You don't need toxic, controlling people in your life, telling you what to do. Do you?

I guess not

And you can always talk to me, you know that, right?

Yes, I know

[midnightfire830]

(Lol its been ages since i last made an ask for you HAHAHAHA) Anyways, the other lost toys au character designs-- im curious of what they look like👀 you havent forgotten them yet, right? /lh

(and! For the V.I. au) Black Hat sure looks pretty in those pink ribbons... but i think those arent enough, *brings out more ribbons and a pink frilly dress* C'mere and lemme put ya more ribbons! >:Dc

Ahem…. Yeah… totally.. haven’t. . Forgotten. S-sure. Yep.

Uhhhh…

Well… I’m sure there’s, ya know, SOMETHING wandering around yeah? 😅 [frantically grabs tablet and scribbles]

And to your other comment…

Yeeeaaahhh… hat ain’t having that…

Thanks for the ask Siren!!!