#baby num 2

[onepiece-lov]

Baby 5 OP05-034 by Koushi Rokushiro from Booster Pack -AWAKENING OF THE NEW ERA- [OP-05]

[dovahsonaak]

Look I’m not gonna get involved in community drama cuz that’s not what my blog is about but I am gonna say I was super let down by Kaidan’s daedric quest

But that’s why god invented fanfiction

[rigels-nigels]

Girl help I've acquired possibly yet another expensive hobby

[sexysilverstrider]

i am a sucker for black and red and the dandere trope hi wheres my fandisk. wheres the circus 2 where i kiss the hot emo king

[ummm0pi]

Pretty Girl (not proofread) pt. 2 maybe?? soon?? idk

For the past few weeks you’ve been paranoid… there’s a killer thats been making the rounds. The entire town is struck with fear, especially you… all alone in your tiny house. ”fuck…” you mutter to yourself. You worked closing shift, it’s 12:25am, and your coworker who was SUPPOSED to be a safe buddy and walk home with you ditched you to hang with her “boyfriend”. You gather up all your courage and walk down the dark alley that leads to your house. “i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay. what are the chances anything will happen to ME”. you turn quickly when you hear a rustle and gasp, your eyes focus in on a figure… a cat? “pst pst pst, cmere pretty girl…” you let out a sigh when you realize it’s just the cat that lives in the alley. you’d take her in but she seems to love being outside. you bend down and giggle when you think how trivial it would be to think you were being followed by a killer. “where’ve you been pretty girl… i haven’t seen you in a while”

you tilt your head and mutter to yourself… “pretty girl… when will i be someone’s pretty girl”. you quickly shake the thought away as you realize you shouldn’t be out so long.

you unlock your front door quickly and shut it behind you as you walk in “mm..” you stretch your arms and legs as you place your keys down. right when you’re about to sit on your couch your phone rings… UNKNOWN CALLER ID. A shiver runs up your spine as you get a bad feeling… you quickly decline the call and look to make sure you locked the front door. “hah.. it’s okay, i’m being dramatic… it’s just a phone call”. Not even a minute later you get another phone call… UNKNOWN CALLER ID. You frown and muster up the courage to answer.

“Hello?”

“…”

“Is anyone there… look it’s almost 1am and i’m tired. if this is a prank call it isn’t funny, i’m blocking your fucking num-“

“you shouldn’t do that.”

you feel the blood drain from your face, you feel like there’s a huge pit in your stomach… you wanna hang up, but you can’t. you’re paralyzed with fear.

“cat got your tongue? mm?”

“who… who is this. this isn’t funny.”

“oh i never said it was baby… you sound so scared… so quiet”

your entire body is shaking, you chest feels tight, you can’t breathe.

“you gonna say anything?? how about you tell me about your favorite horror movie, hmm?”

you gasp and break out of your paralyzed states. you hang up the phone and quickly block the number. “fuck fuck fuck fuck what do i do”

you run around like a headless chicken, not even sure what you’re trying to accomplish. you halt all your movement when you hear a knock. you snap your head to the front door. no… it didn’t come from there… you feel your heart drop… it’s coming from inside… the bathroom? the bedroom? you stand there for a second, unsure of what to do. run out the front door or look… “i’m just hearing things, i’m being paranoid”

before you could make a decision you hear the bedroom floors creak then a figure quickly lunge out at you.

“WHYD YOU HANG UP THE PHONE. I TOLD YOU THAT YOU SHOULDNT DO THAT”

your body reacts before your brain. you scream and run for the front door. it’s so close, only a few feet away, just one more step. no no no wait i’m so close. your vision becomes blurry, your head is pounding. so close yet so far… he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you down, head smacking against the ground.

“p- please…” you groan and bring your hands to your head, trying to soothe the throbbing. your vision clears and you gasp. a white mask… the mouth elongated… like a scream, right before you.

“awh baby… if you had just listened you wouldn’t be in this situation”. he spits out baby to you in a mocking tone, it should be filled with love and warmth but you’re focused on the large knife that he’s waving in front of your face, glistening in the moon light.

“m’sorry… please don’t hurt me… so sorry…” you let out pathetic sobs as you beg for your life, terrified of the masked man’s intention… the killer… the infamous ghostface.

“too late… whatever happens now is your fault”. His tone hardened. Chills run down your spine. This is the end.

“nono please i’ll do anything, please i… i don’t wanna die”. you go silent as he hold up his index finger to his mask in a shushing motion. he suddenly grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks so hard it’s bound to leave bruises if you even make it out alive.

“anything..? mm…” you stare up with doe eyes, hoping that he’ll let you live. “don’t move.”

you groan as he harshly pulls your head to the side, exposing your neck. you squeeze your eyes shut and quietly sob as you feel his knife make contact with your skin. He winces as he adds just enough pressure to break skin and draw up beads of blood. you gasp when you feel his tongue makes contact with the cut he made.

“god… maybe i’ll be nice since you’re being so good now…” you hear the knife hit the floor as he throws it across the room. you gasp when you feel his hands slowly trace the sides of your hips then harshly grip them.

“no- no wait anything but this… please don’t i’ll do anything, ANYTHING but this”. your body quickly reacts and your hands lunge towards his to stop his advances. how you quickly regretted that. you watch as he pulls a plastic bag out from under his long black robe. You thrash and try to push him away. This is the end. You feel him adjust his knees to either side of your waist, his weight keeping you pinned down as he places the bag over your face. you scratch at his hands and attempt to pull his face off, to no avail. your vision slowly starts to fade to black, stars painting the back of your eyelids. suddenly you feel yourself being pulled back to life. you swallow down as much air as you can, coughing and tears stinging your eyes in the process.

“your only other option is to die baby… you really want that?” he places the bag over your face again before you can fully catch your breath. your limbs starting to become weak, your body giving up on you. you don’t want to die, but oh you’re so tired. then he pulls that bag off again. you cringe as you cough so hard your nose stings. he lets out a hearty laugh. if it were under different circumstances you think your heart would’ve melted at such a laugh, but no. He’s laughing at your suffering.

“you already giving up so easily? that’s borinnnngggg” he sounds almost childish, as if it’s a game to him. it is a game to him. “mm”

he tilts his head to the side as if he’s thinking. before you know it the bag is over your face a third time. the same sensations coming over you. he’ll take the bag off again. he’s messing around, but the bag never comes off. you feel yourself fading off into black. “is there an after life? hah… at least i don’t have to go back to work”. your thoughts start slowing down. it’s dark. it’s quiet.

[sweetfire01]

The little little lamb (Daddy!Simeon)

Tw: forced age regression, mention of diaper wetting and change. Words:2.300

"Aww baby, are you having fun?" Simmyeon asked you, leaning towards the baby box where you were currently sitting to keep you safe from the enormous dangers of the house. Nope. You were imprisoned. Locked up. You really wanted to throw those stupid stuffed animals that surrounded you in his face, erasing that condescending smile. However, the best you could do at the moment was turn your head away and cross your arms, "What's the matter, little lamb? Mh? Maybe you need a change?". You tried to get away from his hands as he was checking the front of your diaper but, with that strange drug still circulating in your body, you could only move your legs just a little and whine behind your paci.

Simeon's face frowned: it was almost lunchtime but you were still dry. He changed you a lot of hours ago, just after you woke up that morning. He knew you had a hard time figuring out when you need to relase yourself: In the last 2 days since you awaken from the comatose state, you were always squirming when he asked if you had to go potty or when he pressed on your bladder. You were simply too young to realize you had to pee! But nothing he couldn't deal with.

The angel picked you up under the arms and pulled you out of your box to head towards the sofa. He started shushing and bouncing you on his arm as he walked, seeing you start wiggling. Poor thing! You must have an hard time for not having relieve yourself yet, perhaps it's also because your Simmy had been so busy cleaning the house and your adorable little onesies, he hadn't time to play with you. You were probably starting to feel hungry too! "Shh, it's alright little one, i got you". He layed you on his lap and started rubbing your belly "Soon this bad feeling will go away and then you can have some nums-nums in this little cute tummy." his hand starting to descend towards your swollen bladder "And then we can read a story." A kiss on the top of your head as he began to push gently. "And color together. And cuddle..."

You really wanted to hold on, to keep some dignity at least for a few more minutes, but it took you less than 10 seconds to soak the diaper as you started sobbing, the pacifier falling out of your mouth. You hated getting wet and you didn't even want to imagine if you had to... do something else. (If you hadn't been there right now, you would have thanked the heaven for still being drugged when he took care of your dirty diaper yesterday). And above all, you couldn't stand the change that would follow. It was always humiliating and this time it made no exceptions. He took you back to your nursery room, lying you on the changing table and started removing diaper tapes while playfully kissing your belly. You really hated how he always acted so cheerfully, praising you for being such a good little lamb (if he just stop to drug you...), telling you about this adorable pattern (no, those stupid diapers. Aren’t. Cute.), commenting on the way your little tooes kicked because yes, those are your footsies! (Thanks a lot, but you already knew it and were just trying to hit him in the face). Unfortunately, you had to lay there and take it.

Simeon was glad you calmed down a bit during the change: it seems that all those silly talks worked! Mentally taking note to use them more often, he took you back down to the kitchen to make your delicious bottle of milk.

 During your stay in the Devildom, you had found many... peculiar and not very desirable looking foods.There were some which you didn't even dare to try; now you would have given anything to eat them. The teat of the bottle had been pressing against your mouth for a minute but this time you really wanted to fight! Tightening your lips even more, you stare at Simmyeon with a defiant look, not having the intention to let him win this time. You knew the milk was drugged and you didn't want to find yourself on your crib, watching fuzzy spots move as you drooled behind your paci. But the archangel obviously didn't recognize it as an act of defiance. Rather...

Poor little thing. The bottle was too uncomfortable for you. You were probably not used to the rubber nipple, you preferred to be nursed! However the milk produced by angels was not suitable for humans, it would only harm them and Simmy would not let her little lamb get a bad tummy ache, oh no. Who knows which very dangerous effects there would have been, your little body couldn't resist something as powerful as it. But he didn't bother explaining it to you, you were too young to understand such a speech and he wanted to find a way to make this fussy baby comfortable. He repositioned so you were no longer lying but sitting on his lap, leaning back slightly and with your head on his chest, his arm behind you to support your back. Mhh, you still weren't taking the bottle. On one hand he was glad you weren't crying like this morning; on the other, it had been much easier to put it in your open mouth and, after squeezing it a little, to convince you to swallow the contents, warm drops that filled you. He tried to think of something else, maybe you needed something that simulated a human mother's breast, that you could touch and hold with your little hands. Could it be a solution? Perhaps if you closed your eyes - or if he covered them for you - you wouldn't be able to tell the difference, he might even put his finger in your mouth to hide the rubbery teat. And then an idea struck him. Putting aside the bottle for a moment, he lowered the arm that was holding you, laying you down on the sofa and took off his turtleneck and shirt, leaving him with the chest uncovered. He wasn't sure if skin-to-skin contact would calm you down but he wanted to try. And it seemed to hit the nail on the head when, after repositioning yourself as before, you whimpered with joy with a lovely "Wah" and started suckling.

 You found yourself on your crib, watching fuzzy spots move as you drooled behind your paci. Again. You couldn't believe yourself. You were doing so well, seeing even the worry and uncertainty in the angel's eyes. But when he took off his clothes and placed you back on his chest, you really feared that he would make you…nursing. It was a stupid thought, Simmy - no, Simeon - was a male and there was no way he could produce milk. However, his nipple so close to your face sent you into panic and you didn't even have time to ask “What?'" that immediately, like this morning, he took the opportunity to push the bottle into your open mouth. And now you were here. Nap time, but you didn't have all this desire to sleep, not with the feeling of sinking into emptiness as soon as you closed your eyes, not with the anxiety that afflicted you, thinking about what the archangel would do to you next. At the moment you couldn't resist to him, your legs felt too heavy to even move them a few inches, let alone try to hit him; your mouth and tongue were numb, you couldn't articulate a simple word, just whimpers and cries which Simmy would have found adorable anyway. Simeon. You feel helpless in this situation, you would found too much comfort just from the blanket, as the childish (but also adult!) belief that it could reject every monster... too bad you didn't have any in your crib. In fact, there weren't even any sheets or pillows, just the firm white mattress you were lying on now. It really wasn't like you felt cold, the sun was shining all the time here, the temperatures were always just above average and the comfy onesies and socks you were wearing kept you warm. You just wanted a consolation, a barrier that could protect you, even for an instant, from the outside world. It was indeed a childish wish but you dared anyone to think otherwise if they had spent too these two days here as a baby prisoner. Moreover... slowly turning your head you could glimpse between the bars of the crib, with some difficulty, Simmy's bed. Cushions! Oh, to have one right now. You could only imagine how comfortable it would have been to rest your head on it, as you slowly fell into a confused limbo. the noises and images mixed together as your thoughts drifted away.

 Simmy watched you sleep peacefully in the pram sucking the paci, confirming the comments of the angel he had just met. Only your little head was visible, the rest of the body was hidden under the light blanket. You weren't yet used to the cool breeze blowing outside and he didn't want to risk you catching a cold. He was also not worried about the danger of the blanket, he was right there next to you keeping an eye on you and helping you anytime! Moreover, the strap on your stomach would secure you in place, your hands, even if free, would not be able to take it off. He shivered a little at all the horrible things he had read about how human infants were so fragile: if they tried to roll over on the crib, the sheets, pillows, blankets, even a soft mattress would become deadly traps, causing them to suffocate. When he found out about this, he nearly passed out as he imagined you terrified, with the cloth over your mouth impeding your attempts to scream and call out forhim. And then the sobs would stop as, with your airways blocked, you slowly died. He had been so shocked by this image he had come down to see you, making sure you were safe and sound, alive, deciding to anticipate your adoption by a lot. The sooner he take you away from all the dangers surrounding those two worlds, the better. And SIDS was no joke! After greeting the angel, he regained pushing the pram, continuing the walk. It was after about twenty minutes that he saw your little eyes open wearily, probably the loud baby talk of another brother had woken you up. Simmy really wanted to strangle him with his cape - he warned him to keep his voice down! - but your still half-asleep gaze was making his heart melt. Also, he didn't want to show you such an awful thing.

Rubbing your eyes, it took you a while to figure out what was going on. First, you were in a cozy position, lying on a softer surface with your head slightly elevated. Very comfortable. Second, there was a blanket over you. Very cool. Third, you were moving your arm and hand. They felt a bit heavy, but still you could handle it. Very good. You looked up from your limb. Fourth, there was your caregiver kidnapper and another unknown dude cooing at you. This, however, was not good. You screamed.

 It was bedtime. The shutters were closed to block the perennial sun, the not too much dark room would allow little lamb to sleep. The angel spent the small reading lamp on the nearby table and continued rocking in the rocking chair. He had just finished reading you a book, a very nice one about a man who imitated animal sounds. It was a pretty easy and fun subject to start learning Latin. And if you were lucky enough to meet a dog or kitten during your walk tomorrow, you could practice speaking by saying their name! He imagined how adorable you would be, pointing at the canis "ni-ni" all excited (and hopefully you wouldn't be scared of other people). He smiled at the thought as he stroked your back.

You were tired. Physically and mentally. Reading that stupid children's book had been exhausting. Especially with Simmy pointing to each drawing and telling you things like "Hic est agnus, just like you. Do you know what it says? Baa-baa. Try to say it with the man. Baa-Baa." It went on like this until the end of the book. At some point you decided it was enough and tried to kick yourself off the chair. Anything to not pronounce the moo-moo of the "bovis". Sadly your loving angel only pulled you tighter as soon as he saw you starting to squirm. So nothing, you had to stand there and hear the stupid, silly voice. On the other hand, the back massage was really soothing and you found yourself melting in his arms. 

You remained in that position for some time, the chair rocking back and forth, lulling you to dreamland. Your eyes were closed but the archangel knew you weren't fully asleep yet. After planting a light kiss on the crown of your head, he cleared his throat and began softly singing an old lullaby.

   Scite puer, mellite puer, nate unice dormi.    Claude tenelle oculos, conde tenelle genas.      Ipse sopor "non condis, ait, non claudis ocellos?”.    En cubat ante tuos Angelus Custos lassa pedes.    Languidulos, bene habet, conditque et claudit    ocellos Agnus, et roseo est fusus in ore sopor.    Aura veni, foveasque meum placidissima natum:    An strepitant frondes? Tam levis aura venit.        Scite puer, mellite puer, nate unice, dormi,    Aura fovet flatu, patris amata pectore.

Feeling your breathing get slower and deeper, Simmy picked you up and placed you in the crib. Everything was going well. You were safe and loved. No more dangers. He could finally sleep peacefully too. He laid down in his bed, facing your craddle. He smiled seeing you sleeping so peacefully. He probably wouldn't have been so pleased if he knew you were dreaming about the demon brothers, Devildom and other inappropriate things. But he didn't need to find out.

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Wow, I didn’t expect it to be this long. Here there are the Latin translation:

Hic est agnus: This is a lamb, bowis: Cow canis: Dog

The lullaby that Simeon sing is a poem written in year 1460 ca. by Giovanni Pontano. It’s called “Nenia quinta” (fifth chant).

Sleep, lively and beloved little child Sleep, my only son, Close your eyes, little one, hide your little face.

The sleep itself asks you: "Don't you close your eyes?" And behold, at your feet, your tired guardian angel sleeps

Lamb, that's all right, hides and closes his little eyes, and sleep is now pervading his face. Wind, come and cradle my baby in a caressing way

Do the fronds perhaps murmur? The breath of the wind comes so lightly. Sleep, lively and beloved little child Sleep, my only son, The air warms you with its breath and the father with his chest.

You can see how the sentence “ hides and closes his little eyes” refers to a male. That’s because the original version was for the male son of the poet, Luciulus, which I changed it with “Lamb” (Agnus). Also the “guardian angel” was placed instead of Luscula, the guardian dog of the family.

[bellaireland1981]

Starting Over | 2

Summary: You come home to work to find your husband of three years in bed with your supposed best friend. It’s the wake up call you finally needed to take your two year old daughter and get the hell out of Texas. With nowhere to go you head to your big brother in San Diego. The sagger squad takes you under their wings, and shows you what having a family means. You get a fresh start… will you find your happily ever after?

Characters: Jake “hangman” Seresin x Sister! Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin! Reader (Eventually), Hangman x Phoenix (eventually) , Adorable OC Gracie!   The Dagger squad

Word Count: 3477

Warnings: Angst, cheating husband, emotional abuse, eventual fluff, smut in later chapters, Sweet uncle Jake, Adorable Rooster with a toddler… if I miss any please let me know.

A/N: This will be another series. I don’t own the characters or storyline for Top Gun Maverick. All OC’s are mine. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO COPY OR REPOST MY WORK TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM! DON’T STEAL! Reblogs, likes and comments ALWAYS welcomed. THANK YOU @waywardodysseys​ as always for reading over my work and helping me flush out ideas!!

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CH 1 

The next day, Jake was up again bright and early, making breakfast with Gracie when you walked into the kitchen.

“You should have gotten me up.” You said coming in and dropping a kiss on Gracie’s head before continuing to the coffee. “You’re spoiling us with these elaborate breakfasts, Jakey.”

“I’m an early riser anyway, courtesy of the US Navy.” He replied, shrugging, “I have no problem getting up with Princess G and making breakfast for my favorite baby sister and niece.”

“I’m your only baby sister and Gracie is your only niece.” You replied, sticking your tongue out at your brother.

“Exactly!” He said, “Less competition for you.”

“You’re too much.” You laughed. “I’m making dinner tonight, no arguments.”

“Deal.” Jake said. “In the meantime, this morning we can go get the phone squared away then I want to take you to base and show you around. I figured  Gracie would love to see all the planes.”

“That’s perfect.” You replied, “This afternoon, I need to call around for a lawyer. I really want to get the divorce started.”

“I want you to be free of that douchebag too.” he replied. “The sooner the better.”

After finishing breakfast and going to add a new phone and number to Jake’s phone plan, you all headed to base so Jake could show you and Gracie the planes. He’d called Rooster ahead of time to make sure they weren’t in the air.

Jake pulled his truck through the guard gate, flashing his credentials as he went. Once through, he drove around to the hangars, parking next to Rooster’s Bronco.

“Everyone is inside, so we’ll head in there first.” Jake said, hopping out and opening the back door to get Gracie out. You’d installed the new carseat you’d bought in Jake’s truck so he’d have it if needed. He hated your car so he was happy to have a carseat for his truck.

Jake started heading inside still carrying Gracie. You followed behind smiling at how proud of an Uncle Jake was. He’d make such an amazing dad someday.

“Princess on Deck!” Jake called heading into the rec room where Rooster said they were, having just finished briefing on the plan for the day.

Everyone jumped up to come shower the little girl with attention.

“WOOSTA!” Gracie exclaimed seeing her favorite aviator (apart from her Uncle). She squirmed and held her hands out for Bradley to take her from Jake.

“Wow.” Jake pouted, “Stealing my own sweet Princess G from me.”

“Just giving Princess Gracie what she wants.” Bradley said, winking as he took Gracie. “How are things going today, Y/N?”

“Looking up.” You replied, smiling at him.

“Did you get a new phone, then?” Phoenix asked, walking over.

“Yes, we just came from there.” You replied, “All squared away. No more harassing phone calls or texts.”

“Good.” She said, “Here, let me give you my number. Call my phone so I have your number.”

She gave you her number and you typed it in to call. You hit the end once the phone rang, knowing she’d have your number now. You quickly saved her number to your contacts.

A few seconds later your new phone pinged with a message.

“I created a group chat with all of us so you have the squad’s numbers and they have yours.” Phoenix said, “This way if you ever need anything and Jake isn’t available, you’ve got all of us.”

“Go ahead and add Penny and I to that list, Phoenix” Mav said, walking into the rec room.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you took it all in. You went from being isolated in a shitty marriage, separated from the only person you’d ever been able to depend on to being surrounded by this makeshift family. It was a lot to take in. All of the emotions you’d kept bottled up over the last several years were flooding to the surface, washing over you, causing your heart rate to speed up, breathing becoming harder, and your flight or fight response to kick in. You recognized the signs enough to know you were dangerously close to a panic attack. You looked at Jake, your eyes telling him everything he needed to know.

He was quickly at your side, his arm coming around you, the weight and warmth of it grounding you enough to take the edge off your anxiety.  

“Let’s go get a drink, Tulip.” Jake said, “I’m parched. You guys good with Gracie for a minute?”

“Of course.” Bradley said, looking over at you with concern in his warm gaze. He gave you a reassuring smile then looked at Gracie in his arms and asked, “Hey Princess G, do you wanna see some big planes?”

“Pwanes?” She asked happily, “Yes, pwease!” Bradley chucked, dropping a kiss on her little forehead.

“Alright, I’m gonna take her to the jets.” Bradley said, “We’ll meet you outside.”

“Thanks, Rooster.” Jake said, taking your hand and leading you out of the room.

The two of you walked down to the vending machines at the end of the hallway and Jake pulled out his wallet, inserting money into the machine and selecting a bottle of water. Once it landed at the collection area, he pulled it out and twisted it open.

“Take a few slow slips, Tulip.” He said quietly. “It’ll help Sweetheart.”

“Thank you Jakey.” You replied, “I’m sorry for being such a hot mess. Who falls apart simply because people are nice to them?”

“Someone who’s not used to having a large support system, Tulip.” Jake replied, “Give yourself some grace here. You have had a shit hand dealt to you. Growing up it was just the two of us. The last three years you’ve been stuck in a shitty marriage with a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you, with only Gracie to keep you going. Trust me. I get it, Sweetheart. It took me quite awhile to drop my guard and let anyone in. Javy was the first one I befriended… It was this last mission and having to depend on these guys and have them depend on me, that finally drove the point home. You don’t have to do it alone. You’ve got people.”

“He’s right, Y/N” Phoenix said, coming up behind you both. She put an arm around you in a side hug. “You’re not alone anymore. We’ve got you. We can be a little…extra…sometimes though, so if you’re overwhelmed let Jake know…or find me. We’ll get you out of whatever situation you’re in.”

“Thank you, Nat.” You replied, turning to hug her. “Are you sure y’all wanna take on my crazy?”

“We took on Hangman” She shrugged, smirking at Jake. “We’ll happily take on his cooler sister.”

“Ouch, Phoenix.” Jake teased, “You wound me. You’re not wrong though, Tulip here has always been cooler than me.”

“You’re so full of it, Jakey.” You laughed, “You’ve always been the more sociable, outgoing, life of the party… I’m stupidly shy and awkward in groups.”

“Still cooler.” He maintained, smiling softly at you. “Come on, let’s go see Princess G and her reaction to the jets. I actually wanna get a picture of her with me in my jet that I can print and take with me when I fly.”

“You are the biggest softy when it comes to that little girl.” You said, smiling at Jake. “She’s got you wrapped around her pinky.”

“Yeah….well… her mom has had me wrapped around her finger since she was born too.” Jake winked, tugging your hair gently. “Seems to be a family trait.”

As the three of you walked outside you stood back a bit, watching the looks that Phoenix kept sneaking towards Jake. You knew she was seeing him in a whole new light and liked this version of your brother. You decided to make it your new  mission to make these two stubborn people realize they were in love. Your own love life was in shambles, but you would do anything you could to make sure your brother was happy.

When you made it outside, you saw Bradley still holding Gracie, but she was now on his shoulders so she could better see the planes. She looked like she was in her element, happy and comfortable to be with the other aviators. Bradley was a natural with her. You wished your daughter had been blessed with a better father than the one that you’d been stuck with. Thankfully, she had Jake in her life as a positive role model and if you stuck around here she’d have lots of other male….and female role models.

“Hey Princess G!” Jake called, once he was closer, “Wanna sit in Uncle Jakey’s plane?”

“Fwy pwanes!” She clapped, now reaching down to her uncle.

“We can’t actually go in the sky today, Princess but you can pretend.” He said, “Someday, I’ll take you up in a plane.”

“If Uncle Jakey gets his way, you’ll be a pilot before Kindergarten.” You laughed.

“If not Kindergarten then for sure by the end of elementary school.” Bradley agreed “Gotta teach ‘em young!”

“Apparently” You said, shaking your head, “I don’t mind though. I couldn't ask for better people to be in her life.”

“She’s an amazing little girl.” Bradley said, smiling at you. “I’d say you’re doing a great job on your own, Y/N. But having some extra hands on deck isn’t a bad thing.” “It’s nice to know I’ve got backup now.” You agreed, “Thank you…for everything. And for being so wonderful with her. Apart from her uncle, you’re probably her favorite person.”

“She makes it easy” He shrugged, “Her mom’s pretty easy to like too.”

You could feel a blush creep up your neck and over your face at his words. Butterflies erupting in your belly. It had been so long since a man had made you feel anything remotely close to positive. You figured he was just being kind though.

“Thank you, Bradley.” You replied,offering a smile, “You’re a pretty likable guy too.”

You both watched as Jake climbed into his jet, Phoenix on the ladder behind him holding Gracie until he was seated. Once Jake was settled in the jet, Phoenix handed Gracie up to him. He put her on his lap, making sure to hold on to her tightly, being that the cockpit was high off the ground.

“Jake!” You yelled up, getting his attention, “Smile”

Jake got Gracie’s attention, pointing to where you were standing, your phone poised to capture the moment.

Gracie looks at you with a dimpled smile, matching her uncle’s. You quickly snapped several pictures of the dynamic duo, before giving a thumbs up. With pictures over, Gracie returns her attention to all of the dials and interesting parts of the plane. You can see Jake patiently pointing things out to her and talking to her. Both clearly in their element.

“We’ve got a new aviator joining Top Gun?” Mav asked, coming to stand by Bradley. “She looks like a natural. Might give you a run for your money, Phoenix.”

“I hope so, Mav.” She replied. “I’ll happily be second to her.”

“Admiral Simpson wants the Daggers to run maneuvers with the new Top Gun class later next week, so after lunch we’re all meeting in the briefing room to go over expectations.” Mav informed them. “We’ll catch Hangman up tomorrow, then you all will have Friday thru Sunday off before a full and hectic week.”

“Sounds good,” Bradley said, “I never turn down a 3 day weekend.”

“Same.” Phoenix agreed.

“Just try to stay out of trouble.” Mav requested, giving a pointed look at both the aviators. “And keep the rest out of trouble.”

“I take zero responsibility for that crazy lot.” Phoenix said, “That would be a full time job all on its own and I’m too busy being a badass female aviator.”

“You have that title on lockdown.” You offered, “I don’t even have to see you fly to know it. Plus Jake usually fills me in on how awesome you are.”

“Hangman talks to you about my flying skills?” She asked, baffled by the idea and unsure how to process this information.

“Yeah. He really thinks a lot about you and is very impressed by your skills. He talks about the whole squad and brags on how amazing you all are.” You confirmed, “But he’s known you longer, so I’ve heard more about you.”

“There’s a lot more to Seresin than meets the eye.” Mav said, not surprised by this new information. “He actually reminds me a lot of myself when I was his age. He’s cocky, sure, but that’s just one of his many sides.”

“Exactly!” You replied, “I’ve told him often he needs to let you all get to know the real him, and I think he’s starting to show you pieces of that person.”

“He is.” Bradley confirmed, “We’ve seen more of the Jake up there in the plane with his niece and less of Hangman since the last mission. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing even more now that you and Gracie are here. He needs y’all as much as you need him.”

“I would say that’s a very fair assessment.” Mav agreed.

You glanced at Phoenix, watching as she watched Jake, as if really seeing him for the first time. A small smile spread across her face watching him interact with Gracie.

“They really are kinda adorable together.” She remarked, the soft smile remaining on her face.

“They always have been.” You confirmed, “You should have seen him with her when she was a baby.”

“Looks like Gracie is ready to get down.” Mav noticed, watching the duo in the plane. He walks over to the jet, climbing the ladder to take Gracie from Jake so that Jake could climb out of the jet as well.

Once on the ground again, Jake put Gracie back on his shoulders as the three of them came back to join you.

“Did you have fun, Baby Girl?” You asked, reaching up for your daughter. She happily left her perch on her Uncle’s shoulders to be with her momma.

“Mommy, me fwy!” Gracie said happily.

“I saw that!” You answered, “You did so good too! You’re a natural like Uncle Jakey.”

“She’ll be flying with us in no time.” Bradley said.

“Mommy, me hungwy.” Gracie said.

“Ok, Baby Girl.” You replied, “Uncle Jakey, Princess G needs lunch.”

“You got it Princess G!” Jake said.

“I’ll call you after work and fill you in on our afternoon briefing.” Bradley said, “We’re all off on Friday though.”

“Ok….” Jake said, confused, having missed the conversation with Mav.

“Maybe we can get the squad all together and take Gracie to see some animals.” Bradley suggested, “Although with the Squad, Gracie may be the adult and in charge.”

“Now that I can believe.” Mav laughed. “Having been in charge of you all… I completely believe Gracie will be the one in charge.”

“The zoo sounds fun.” You smiled, “Gracie loves animals.”

“Perfect.” Jake said, “Rooster, can you let everyone know? We can work out the details tomorrow.”

“Sure.” Bradley agreed, “Have a great rest of your day, Princess G. Enjoy your lunch!”

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After leaving base, Jake takes you at a diner on the way home. After ordering cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes for the adults and chicken nuggets and fries with milk for Gracie, you and Jake sit talking.

“Would it be stupid if I said I wouldn’t mind going back to college?” You asked, staring at the table.

“Absolutely not.” Jake assured you, “You should one hundred percent go back to college if that is what you want to do, Tulip.”

“You don’t think I’m too old?” You asked, finally looking up at your brother.

“Your’re 26, Y/N.” Jake laughed, “That’s not old. What do you think you want to study?”

“I’m not completely sure… I know I don’t want to do anything with my original degree though.” You answered, “That feels like part of my old life that I want nothing to do with.”

“That’s fair…so a fresh start?” Jake asked.

“Yeah.” You replied, “I absolutely love kids… I was thinking maybe I could become a teacher?”

“I think you’d make an amazing teacher, Tulip.” Jake said confidently. “We will make it happen, if that’s what you want.”

“Jake, you’re already doing too much.” You said, “I can’t ask you to take on anything else. I will get student loans and I can get daycare while I’m in classes… and maybe I can work on campus if I even get accepted of course.”

“First of all,” Jake said, “there is no such thing as ‘too much’ when it comes to you and Gracie. Secondly, let me check to see if you’d qualify for any programs for scholarships or financial support through the Navy, being my baby sister. Third, daycare is fine as a sometimes needed support but when I’m off I will keep Gracie. I’m sure there will be other volunteers to hang out with Princess G too. No arguments.”

“You’re very stubborn, you know that?” You stated, rolling your eyes. “I love you, Jakey, Thank you.”

“I love you too, Tulip.” He replied, smiling warmly, “I have to be stubborn with you because you’re the most hard-headed person I know. And stop thanking me.”

The food arrived before you could argue anymore. Everyone digging into their food.

“Mav put me in touch with a few Navy lawyers that suggested some really good civilian lawyers in the area that would be willing and able to take your case.” Jake said, “One of them specializes in family law and has a great reputation for helping women stuck in bad situations.”

“Probably costs a small fortune though.” You sighed, “I really do need to find a job, Jake.”

“Let’s focus on one thing at a time.” He answered, “Call her and see if you can get an appointment for a consultation. We’ll go from there.”

“I hate it when you make sense.” You said grudgingly.

Jake just laughed, tossing a fry at you, which made Gracie erupt into a fit of giggles.

Later that afternoon, while Gracie napped, you made the call to the Lawyer. Her secretary scheduled you an appointment for a consultation the next afternoon. You knew Jake had to work, so you’d have to take Gracie with you. When you told Jake, he told you to take your old phone with you but wait to turn it on until you got to the office.

“I’m actually kind of surprised he hasn’t started blowing up your phone, Jakey.” You commented, knowing Trent had Jake’s number and had figured out by now where you’d gone.

“He has.” Jake simply shrugged, “He sent me several text messages that I just forwarded to your number and then delete.”

“I’m so sorry you’re in the middle of this.” You said, sighing.

“Stop.” Was his only reply.

“What do you want for dinner tomorrow night?” You asked, changing the subject. “Anything you want. I’ll stop at the store if I have to and grab stuff after my appointment with the lawyer.”

“Tulip…”Jake started, but you interrupted him.

“Nope, don’t want to hear it.” You replied “I know what you’re gonna say but I am cooking my brother a kick ass dinner of his choosing tomorrow night. So what’s it gonna be?”

“I wouldn’t turn down some good barbeque.” Jake replied, knowing when he was fighting a losing battle.

“Chicken, pork, or beef?” You asked.

“Surprise me.” He smiled, “But as long as you’re offering… can you make some of your famous honey cornbread muffins too?”

“I can absolutely do that for you, Jakey.” You smiled. “If you want, you can invite your friends over, I always make enough food to feed an army … or Navy when I cook.”

“I’ll see who’s available.” He promised, “But I’m sure once they hear homecooking they’ll be here.”

You opened up the notes app on your new phone and made note of what you’d need from the store. You figured you’d get stuff to bake a dessert too. You knew Jake loved a coconut cake, but you weren’t sure about others, so you opted for a chocolate cake of some sort.

“Were you interested in going to the zoo on Friday?” Jake asked, “I think the squad wanted to go too…which means Princess G will be absolutely spoiled.”

“Yeah!” You said, “That sounds like a lot of fun. It’s also a good way to show off your softy Uncle Jakey side to Nat…”

“Oh my God, Tulip” Jake said, rolling his eyes, “I’m telling you, she barely tolerates me most days.”

“It’s so adorable how clueless you are.” You teased, “Simply adorable.”

Taglist: @gracespicybradshaw​

[fetishfairytales2]

Mall Madness, Pt. 2 (Story)

Mall Madness, Pt. 2: Fun in the Food Court

(Princess Heather: I’ll be telling the rest of this story. Connor is over tonight and Brandi’s hands…and mouth, are full with “Daddy Time.” 😈)

Ashleigh and I had a blast playing dress-up for Brandi, trying on outfit after outfit and teasing her relentlessly. We even made out a few times just to spice things up! The poor little sissy just couldn't handle it. I rolled my eyes dramatically, ignoring his suffering. "Ugh sissy, you're just not making this fun for us. None of these outfits are cute enough, clearly!" And seriously, by this point, he was a total mess, begging for mercy and leaking precum everywhere. Ashleigh and I just laughed. “I guess we’ll just have to try again at Adult World tomorrow. I know how much you love all their sexy leather outfits Brandi,” I winked.

Ashleigh laughed; “aww, it looks like Brandi is a little fussy. Do you think he needs a diapee change?” I looked down at my watch as we walked out of the fitting room; “Let's see, what time is it?” Before I could let Ashleigh in on the next part of our day, I realized we were being watched again by our new friend. “Oh, hi Kylie!” I waved, it was cute how almost nervous she looked. “Oh, were you waiting for us?” She kind of stared at her feet; “I was about to take my lunch break and…” I smiled at Ashleigh, I knew this girl would be fun! “Perfect timing, we were just about to go feed Brandi in the food court. You should totally join us!”

“Does he like, enjoy this?” Kylie finally, walking all the way to the food court with us totally silent. “Oh girl,” I laughed as I reached into the diaper bag; “you have so much to learn!” I pulled out the cute pink baby bowl and spoon I brought for Brandi. It had little cartoon characters on it too! “Who cares what this sissy wants? She's constantly gagged, she can't even speak up for herself.” I held up the bowl; “I mean look at this; she probably hates every minute of being fed in public, but it won’t stop me from doing it! When she's not gagged, she's begging for mercy or for me to let her cum. But I don't care, I own her and she's going to act like she loves it. 

"Come on, Brandi," I said with a smug grin as I snatched the pacifier out of her mouth. "Don't be afraid to tell Ms. Kylie how much you enjoy being a sissy. We all know it's true." It was always the highlight of my day, seeing Brandi's resistance crushed. "I wuv being a sissy baby for Mommy," she tried to say with the lisp she's required to speak with. 

"Such a good little girl," I praised, rummaging through the diaper bag again. "Looks like it's time for some num-nums for our sissy. Is her tummy grumbling?" Brandi’s eyes got so wide when she realized what was happening. “No! Please no!” She shrieked, drawing almost the whole room’s attention. “Not here! Please Heather!” 

I hit Brandi so hard that she started crying and made even more of a scene. "Please!" She begged, trying to escape from our scheduled "lunch." This was shaping up to be even more fun than I anticipated. "Brandi, you know the rules. You only refer to me as Mommy," I reminded her, slapping her once more. "And how dare you embarrass me in public like this? Now all these nice people are staring at us. Do you know how embarrassed I am to have a disobedient sissy like you?" I scolded. "Well, you know what they say, sissy. If you humiliate me, I'll humiliate you even worse..."

I huffed, in mock anger; "alright, sissy-kins, listen up. You're already stuck in your stroller," I seethed sitting back down, "so you better start eating your lunch like a good little girl. And I already have a punishment in mind for your little temper tantrum, so don't even think about making it worse." Kylie, bless her heart, was nervous again. She asked what he was having for lunch, and Ashleigh and I just laughed. "You'll see," Ash said gently, "don't worry, it's lots of fun for Brandi,” I laughed as I finally reveal three used condoms.

Kylie erupted in laughter as she finally caught on. "There's no way!" She cackled, her eyes glued to the sight of me squeezing the first condom into the bowl. "Just you wait..." Ashleigh chimed in, joining in on the laughter. "He's not going to..." I nodded, completing the task of emptying the condom's contents. "Yep, all of it. These are my boyfriend's condoms!" Kylie could not contain herself, continuing to laugh as she watched me scoop up the cum with a spoon.

"What a pathetic loser!" She squealed, completely entertained by the humiliating act. "Open up, sissy.” I cooed, “here comes the airplane!"

"He really lets you do this?!” Kylie asked in amazement and disgust. “I keep telling you girl, I do whatever I want!” I said with a sly smile as I watched Brandi reluctantly swallow the spoonful of cum. "I don't care how Brandi feels about anything." I grabbed another spoonful and held it up to her lips. "Open up, princess." Brandi pouted and shook her head, but I pinched her nose shut until she had no choice but to open her mouth.

"There we go, good girl," I cooed as she finally swallowed. "Isn’t that yummy?" I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like we'll just have to take it slow and make sure her tummy doesn't get upset."

Just to torment Brandi more, I made sure to give her smaller spoonfuls, just to prolong the humiliation. "Do you want to feed her?" I asked Kylie with a cheeky grin, offering her the bowl and spoon. "Oh, um..." she stammered, clearly unsure. "Just be your badass self, babe. Boys respect girls who know how to ruin their lives," I said with a wink as I slid the bowl towards her. "Yeah," Ashleigh chimed in. "Just tell her 'open wide! Here comes Daddy!'" 

“Eww!” Kylie giggled as she watched Brandi eat more cum. “She probably swallows more than I do!” We were all having a good time, laughing and taunting the sissy as we watched her obediently eat all three condoms worth of cum like a good little slut. “Too bad sissy,” I winked; “I’m sure you’re still hungry! Maybe after we clean you up and punish you, we’ll find someone who can refill your bowl!” Kylie was excited now; “how are you going to punish him?”

I stood up and dragged Brandi and his stroller to the men's bathroom with a wicked giggle. "She’ll have to wait and see," I taunted as we entered. Quickly locking the door behind us, I freed Brandi from his restraints and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor in front of the urinal. "Stay right there, loser!" I shouted, pressing my shoe down on his head. "How dare you embarrass me in public like that!" I demanded, shoving his face towards the grimy tile. "Stick your tongue out and clean up this piss, now!"

“Worthless sissy slut!” I screamed, making her cry when I pushed her face down onto that gross, dirty floor. "Ugh, seriously? You can't even lick up piss properly, you pathetic sissy!" I yelled and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the urinal. "Since you can't clean the floor, maybe you can clean this..." I forced her face into the urinal and flushed. "Suck it up, sissy!"

Ashleigh and I exchanged worried glances as there was a loud knock at the door. “I got it…” Kylie smiled. She marched over to the door and let in a cute college jock. She introduced him as her boyfriend, Brad, and explained that he was here to help us. And then, to my surprise, she revealed that she had promised him a blowjob if he followed our instructions without asking any questions. God I was so proud!

"Brad, can you get the little sissy something to drink? She looks so thirsty." I couldn't help but laugh as Brad unzipped his pants and approached the trembling sissy. "Right next to his tongue," Ashleigh added, not even trying to hide how excited she was to watch this. "Don't miss a single drop, slut," I hissed in Brandi's ear. It was hilarious to see the sissy having to lap up the stranger's piss from the urinal walls.

"Make sure you get it all," I scoffed, forcibly pushing Brandi's head into the urinal. "Don't waste good piss." I looked over to see Kylie, who was watching her boyfriend's cock grow stuff while she was stroking it. "Great news, sissy!" she squealed in an exaggerated baby voice. "Brad said he'll fill your baba with his man milk so you can have a nice treat on the way home. A whole bottle, can you believe it?!"

Kylie was totally getting in on it. "We just have to work together to make sure he cums sissy”, she winked. I mean, who knew she had it in her! She lowered her head onto Brad's cock, but made sure to keep eye contact with Brandi the whole time. Meanwhile, I was holding onto Brandi’s hair and shoulders, forcing him to watch as Kylie worked her magic and made Brad moan.

"I'm going to give my real man boyfriend a proper blowjob as a thank you for pissing in your mouth!" Kylie said with a seductive voice while she worked over her boyfriend’s dick. She looked like an absolute pornstar. That girl knew how to suck a dick! "Afterwards, you can very nicely ask Mr. Brad if you may worship his cock."

Kylie was going to town on that cock like a champ, really getting Brad all worked up. Ashleigh and I just shared a look as we saw Brad's whole body shaking. Wow, she went from shy to blowing her boyfriend in front of us! "Uh oh," Kylie teased, wiping her mouth and smirking at poor Brandi. "Looks like I made him cum already. Guess it's up to you to get him hard again, sweetie. And trust me, you'll have to work extra hard after that! But don't worry, I have a trick up my sleeve... a little rough deep throat session always does the trick after about ten minutes."

“Better get to work, sissy,” I laughed, dragging him into the center of the room. “I think Ms. Kylie and I are going to become close friends. I don’t want you to disappoint her!!”

The end.

[butterphii]

I've Got You.

Our Kisses (Part 3)

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TW: Drinking, kissing/making out, age gap (26-29, 58)

This is my first time ever writing a series! Please be kind!

--------------------Joel Miller--------------------

You looked at your phone as you stood up, trying to figure out who texted you, as it was just a number. "Hey bug! It's Joel. Dad gave me your num. Love u!" You stared at the text knowing now it was your favorite man. You closed your eyes, smiling, typing back. "hey leaf! luv u 2, c u tonight!!" Sending it before throwing your phone on your bed and dancing to your bathroom.

You were fixing up your hair in the mirror, trying to look good for Joel and your family. Your outfit was a light yellow sundress and cheeta print sunglasses with thick rims, your hair curled and in a half up half down style. You applied a ton of sunscreen on your face, knowing you'd be outside a while.

You hopped into your car, dancing to a song before looking to see Joel had 'hearted' your message. You smiled and started the car, pulling out onto your road and heading to your parent's.

You quickly stepped out of your car, fixing up your looks before walking to your backyard. "Aayyee! There's my baby!" Your dad said, making your mom die of laughter. Joel was sitting next to your mom in a camping chair, lifting his hairy arm to you. You watched the beer in his hand swish around in the bottle, sparkling in the sun. His hair was dark and glistened with silver strands, his arms thick and muscular, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, making you sweat.

You looked at Joel's soft smile, making eye contact with him and he noticed your blushed cheeks. He winked before going back to talking with your mom. You went to hug your dad before going inside the house to take a quick breather. You sat down on the toilet in your parent's bathroom when you heard a knock. "You ok, Bug?" It was Joel.

"Yeah, I'm fine, its just, you winked at me," You said, opening the door to see him leaning against the door frame. He was towering over you, atleast 6 inches taller. One arm was on the frame, and the other on his hip. "Did you like the wink?" He asked you, leaning closer to your face. "I..uh-.." You stuttered, flustered.

He took your face in his hand and pulled it close to his, whispering in your ear, "You know, we could do anything you want to, baby." His lips grazed your temple as he pulled away from your ear, letting you sit there with your shocked face, chuckling softly in amusment.

You stared into Joel's eyes for a few seconds before he kissed you. His chapped lips against your, arguably, very soft ones. You savored the moment, not ever wanting it to end.

He pushed you into the bathroom, one hand on your waist and the other shutting the door. He released you, panting softly, showing the soft grin that always turned you on. He gave you a look with his eyes that asked you if you wanted him to keep going. All you could do was nod. He pressed your back against the sink, picking you up from your upper thighs and putting you on the counter. Fuck, was he strong, and fuck, did it make you wet.

His tongue plunged into your mouth, exploring it while yours searched his. His brows furrowed as you passionately held onto his face, both of his hands on your waist and ass, squishing your soft cheek before moving up to grab your hair, intensifying the kiss.

Joel let go of your fragile lips, you both staring into each other's eyes. "Fuck, this is so wrong." He said, pushing away from you. He held the bridge of his nose as you longed for his kiss once more. "Is it wrong if I want it?" You said, a rhetorical question, making him turn around, eyes wide.

You hopped off the counter, walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso. "Bug, we really shouldn't. It's wrong." "But we both fucking love it, Leafy." You stood on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his lips tenderly. "We should..uh..get back outside. Dad's probably looking for us. I'll meet you out there?" Joel said, rubbing the back of his head. You frowned, looking into his eyes, showing him all you want it more of his touch. He quickly nods and blows you a kiss, letting you know that this wasn't over, and it never would be.

[homo-sex-shoe-whale]

any tips for a brazilian baby bat to start experimenting with their style?

Procure roupas de segunda mão, especialmente umas que sejam vintage dos anos 70-80. Dê umas pesquisas nos estilos diferentes do gótico (tradicional, romântico, cyber, etc), e veja qual te atrai mais. Não tem resposta certa. Salve algumas fotos de looks que você gosta e depois volte atrás e olhe com cuidado as peças específicas que você gosta naquele look. É um cinto? Uma saia de tamanho ou material específico? Isso vai te guiar um pouco melhor na sua busca.

Também passe bastante tempo experimentando com maquiagem, se você tiver interesse nisso, lógico. O melhor horário do dia pra você experimentar é de noite, quando o seu dia já acabou. Porque daí, se der errado, você simplesmente tira e vai dormir. Preste atenção no que deu certo ou errado.

Não se preocupe se você não sentir que está progredindo muito. Eu demorei pelo menos 2 anos pra entender mesmo como fazer maquiagem do jeitinho que gosto agora. Maquiagem demora mesmo pra aprender. Não desista!

Eu recomendaria você encontrar ícones específicos sob quem você se inspira. Pra mim essa pessoa é a Siouxsie Sioux! Às vezes eu faço minha maquiagem olhando pro poster que eu tenho dela, adaptando coisinhas que eu gosto nela.

É um processo longo e de vez em quando aparenta ser mais difícil do que realmente é. Não existe jeito certo ou errado de ser gótico, afinal. Siga o que te faz feliz. Talvez isso te aprofunde no estilo gótico, ou te leve pra um estilo adjacente. De qualquer forma, você vai se divertir bastante.

Ah, e se você puder, VÁ num clube gótico! Muitas vezes eles vendem roupas e acessórios lá. E se não, você com certeza vai ter muuuitas inspirações pros seus looks simplesmente olhando ao seu redor!

[teddypickerry]

hi pooks !!! MICHAEL CORLEONE

nums 5 (i already know the answer HA), 2, 6

V. salvatore 🫡 … as any rational person would say

II. HE WAS SO SILLY. HE WAS SO FUCKING SILLY BEFORE ALL THAT SHIT. he was literally a giggly baby fuck off.

VI. daddy issues 🫦, anger issues, isolation, vengeance, italian. FUCK YEAH! ITALIANS W ISSUES UNITE!

[tricoufamily]

obscure associations tag 2

tagged by @itsmariejanel <33 thank youuu maria did 2 in 1 so i'm also doing 2 in 1 these are the rules beckett green connor purple YIPPEEEEEE

ANIMAL: DOG / a snake or a cat but like. lucifer from cinderella you know

COLORS: green / purple 🤭

MONTH: july / january

SONGS: rocky mountain high by john denver, piano man by billy joel, mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys by willie nelson and waylon jennings / mama by my chemical romance, you're gonna go far, kid by the offspring, ptolemaea by ethel cain

NUMBER: 12 / 4

PLANTS: dead grass with a prominent desire path going through it / venus fly trap

SMELLS: the winn-dixie from your childhood, cigarettes (he doesn't even smoke), old furniture / conditioner packet from box hair dye, jolly ranchers, jeans

GEMSTONE: agate / jet

TIME OF DAY: sunrise / 3 am

SEASON: summer / winter

PLACES: backroads, appalachia, abandoned house in the woods / gotham in the batman 2022, closed museum at night, cemetery

FOOD: southern biscuits and gravy / fish

DRINKS: MOUNTAIN DEW / black coffee

ELEMENT: air / fire

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: i don't think i've ever given blood sports characters birthdays. please don't make figure out the timeline in minute detail oh god there's so many of them

SEASONINGS: fuck ton of black pepper / garlic and he loves the smell mmm num num num fuck garlic smell haters

SKY: blue and cloudless / pitch black

WEATHER: punishingly hot / bad thunderstorm

MAGICAL POWER: speed / necromancy and he's using it for evil purposes he's bringing random people from the dead to do his bidding

WEAPONS: rifle / his black clip point knives

SOCIAL MEDIA: none #amish / myspace

MAKEUP PRODUCT: he'd despise the texture of all of it / black eyeliner

CANDY: grandma candies from purse / warheads

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: hours and hours in his truck with his music playing he loves it / plane

ART STYLE: regular show / arkham knight

FEAR: what comes after death / uhh nothing at all (😐)

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: church grim / siren

PIECE OF STATIONARY: chewed on pencil / scissors

THREE EMOJIS: 🚜🦨🥤 / 💀🥀🔪

CELESTIAL BODY: jupiter / black hole

[saudosos]

Agora sei porque escolheu Paris. A arte move você! Estou encaixando as peças do seu quebra-cabeça.

Sempre desenho meu rosto em meus desenhos, é a referência mais fácil que tenho. É verdade, você consegue me imaginar através dos meus desenhos. Mas você já viu uma foto minha, sem saber que é eu. Existe um print, de uma frase “autoral” que reblogou recentemente. Hehe pronto, mistério resolvido!

Não ter os olhos como eu os imaginava não é nenhum problema. Adoraria me perder em seu sorriso assim mesmo.

6 graus? Que delícia! Uma pena estar a uma distância considerável neste momento. Adoraria partilhar desse inverno com você. Em contrapartida, aqui se inicia o verão. Apesar das altas temperaturas durante o dia, a chuva a noite ameniza bastante a sensação de calor.

Aproveitando para responder a sua pergunta, eu tenho PlayStations e Xboxs. Sim, em plural. Os consoles atuais e os antigos. Sobre Nintendo, eu vendi meu Switch pois precisava de dinheiro á época, mas foi uma ótima companhia durante minhas viagens. Meu DS está em seu ultimo suspiro e meu 3DS já não está funcionando há anos também. Adoraria jogar o novo Zelda…

Você disse Lego? Isso é sério? Como pode? Mais uma coincidência!

Bom diazinho… No meu caso, boa tarde. Ao contrário de si, posso afirmar que minhas consolas continuam como novas, acabadas de sair da loja. Sempre tive muito zelo por minhas coisas, apesar que neste natal tive que comprar um joystick novo pro PlayStation… Sobre PlayStation… tenho o baby, do baby pulei pro 3 , o 4 e o 5… Não tive aquele primeiro PlayStation que era maior, o meu era o baby. Não tive o 2… Na época , desejava, todavia, não dava pra comprar, mas quando deu , foi só coleção hahaha… Apesar de estar por dentro do mundo da Sony, Nintendo era o meu ponto fraco, por conta de como disse te anteriormente, Pokémon. O Charizard sempre foi o meu preferido. Sempre fui tão apreciadora de Pokemon, que cheguei a participar e ir para a final em torneios de deck… Sim, só parei de comprar busters e investir meu dinheiro nesse ramo, quando calhou para mim um Charizard raro da primeira edição . Todas as minhas cartas estão até em capas protetoras… Pois bem, tenho os game boy pocket, game boy color, advance, Nintendo 3dsxl, só por causa de Pokémon… Mas, obviamente, jogo o queridinho Mário e a partir do momento que você conhece Zelda, é um caminho sem volta…

Aqui pela Europa, tem algumas lojas próprias de Lego espalhadas… Estive há pouco, numa localizada num shopping na cidade lusitana de Porto. INCRÍVEL! Sim, foi em caixa alta mesmo para expressar o quão espetacular é… Adquiri , obviamente, alguns legos… Legos de Hogwarts… No entanto, lá você também pode montar seus próprios bonequinhos de Lego, monte três e pague o pack de três , que sai por uma bagatela de 10 euros o pack de três bonequinhos montados a seu gosto com cinco acessórios. Sim, acabei por fazer alguns packs de três………

Sobre Draco… Ele me chamou a atenção desde a primeira cena a qual encena… Sempre tive atração pelos personagens mais complexos ou os que ninguém teria por sentirem atração pelo principal… De Hogwarts, meu favorito é o Draco, mas também tenho um queridinho… Cedrico Diggory. Tenho até um amigo que construí uma amizade aqui que ele me chama de Luna por ser sonhadora, por me preocupar com as pessoas, por ter responsabilidade afetiva, e eu o chamo de Cedrico. Mas, ele não gosta do Cedrico, diz que o Cedrico fez só figuração no “cálice de fogo” hahaha…

Amei o expresso de Hogwarts! Não tenho! Já quero! Sinta-se aplaudido!!!!!

Já disse te , sou exatamente como imaginas que eu seja, tirando os olhos claros…

E desculpa, vou te contar um segredinho meu, um defeito na realidade… Sou meio lerda! Desligada em potencial…! Vou ter que voltar alguns reblogues para ver se encontro alguma foto sua…

Um aperto de mãos com luvas.

[momo-de-avis]

It's two days old news. A luso-palestinian woman and her two eldest kids died in Khan Younis. She's survived by a baby daughter, who was with her grandparents, and her husband, who's in Portugal.

3 luso-palestinianos (2 eram crianças) morreram num bombardeamento de israel em gaza

grazzia pela info

[sweetfire01]

Honora Patrem tum [pt.1]

[pt.2]

In the beginning, Simmy created a safe place for you to roll. And that place was obviously your playpen. The mat was soft and the blanket placed on top made the whole surface fluffy and cozy - you wanted to sleep on it! And the position in which the angel placed you, on your stomach, didn't make things easy. It seemed like ages since you last lay down in such a comfortable place; it was actually only a week after your surprise adoption, time to gradually decrease the dosage of the drug in your bottles.

And your Daddy noticed how your little eyes were brighter and some of your energy had returned. He was delighted that you became more energetic, he planned so many fun activities for his little lamb! And those two hours of play in the morning now weren't enough for you, right? So it was time for you to have some more fun. And no, that didn't mean sleep!

He encouraged you to crawl towards him, only less than two meters away from you, although without success. You were probably still too small and weak to do it. Oh well, there was no point in rushing things, was there? You both had all the time in the world and there were so many other games you could do.

For example, he started playing peek-a-boo, making silly funny faces for you to laugh every time he took his hand away. Then he actually rolled you onto your back, one hand under your head to avoid possible damage as he moved you. He cooed at you as you watched him curiously, whose could this sweet little lamb be? Oh, but of course Daddy's! Yes, you are his cute little one, you are!

Meanwhile, you just wanted to die, especially when he grabbed your feet and played "this little pig".

It took a couple more days for you to crawl, obviously in his absence. You almost regretted the first times you were here: now you went from sitting looking at the plushie around you, to lying down looking at Simmy. It was worse in a way, as he expected you to play and enjoy yourself. But you didn't find anything funny about peek-a-boo, the tickle monster or the exercise he made you do, bending your legs towards your torso. You knew this was to improve the bowel movement and, with messy diapers changed pretty much every day, you had no doubt in its effectiveness. It was just this morning that you rolled over on your own for the first time, when you felt like you had enough strength in your arms and legs to push yourself off the changing table. Luckily for Simmy, he stopped you before you could get hurt. Unfortunately for you, now during changes you are restrained by a strap, placed just below your lower ribs.

You couldn't wait to get out of here. From this playpen, from this house, from the Celestial Realm! You took advantage of a moment when the angel headed into the kitchen to actually test how much strength you had. And immediately noticed that you didn't have enough to stand. Fuck it. You managed to get to your knees but not fully stand up. You couldn't give yourself the necessary push with your limbs and the bars of the box were out of your reach to be used for support. So, feeling incredibly ridiculous, you decided to crawl to the far end of this fucking prison. You would have found a way to get up.

Simmy returned to the living room at that very moment, just long enough to see you crawl. Oh my, how adorable you were! He walked over to the playpen, opening it to allow you to move towards him. But even if you stopped almost immediately, he didn't care, the enormous effort had probably tired you out. "Oh little lamb, were you looking for Daddy?" He picked you up in his arms, planting kisses all over your face. "Scared you were alone huh? Poor little thing, Daddy's right here with you now." He couldn't wait to watch you as you walked towards him, his arms outstretched ready to welcome you into his lap. And when would you have taken your first steps? And your first word? Oh father, save him!

"Simmy was cooking a delicious num-num for this baby" He sit down with you on the mat, gently tickling your stomach "Oh yes, delicious num-num for this tummy" Hearing you laugh and babble behind your pacifier brought great joy to the angel. He would enjoy every single second of your growth.

You didn't know what kind of food he would give you, but the prospect of eating anything other than milk was enough to ignore your degrading condition.