#bel babbles

[izabelfeenix]

Did y’all know this was a thing bc I’m DYING THIS IS HILARIOUS

all I can imagine now is Alex getting pissed at Raph and starting to throw things at him lol

[izabelfeenix]

I’m FRIENDS with my parents what are you hoes doing-

Sonic The Hedgehog (2020) dir. Jeff Fowler

[fidjiefidjie]

Il a raison, n'est-ce pas ?! 😁 👶 🤣

👐 Humour du jour 🫶

Source: X

👋 Bel après-midi

[officersnickers]

Oh hell no I didn't needed to see this point of view and yet I needed it with all my broken heart 💔😭😢

[kaygee-doodles]

Not a request/ask for the boys but you

Do you have any pets? Can we see them? Can even be a random beetle you find in ur house idgaf 😁

Hell yeah!

This is Snoot, he should be brumating, but he's mad because mothman is in his coconut vvv

This is Bones, he has a peanut for a brain cell vvv

This is Fidget, he aspires to be a shoelace vvv

And this is Bakura! He is very old and likes to steal my socks vvv

[izabelfeenix]

me when I start a fix thinking “haha lets make this a fluff fic!”

the trauma appears on its own I didn’t do it 🤷🏻‍♀️

[newty]

thinkin abt his highness prince dion lesage sobbing his eyes out 🥰

[telafel]

I was spending some time intentionally getting different banters with other teammates i usually don't have together in my second playthrough with a Rook romancing Emmrich, so Lucanis and Neve got together...

got banter with Lucanis and Bellara talking about him and Neve getting together and Bellara sounds... genuinely SO upset over it like.. more than concerned-for-her-friend level weary like she claims.

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Stevie’s Garage

steddie, omegaverse, 1960s, omegas entering the workforce, single parents, cw: vague references to suicide

Steve liked working with his hands. As a child that meant playing with lincoln logs and tinker toys, after he presented it meant baking a sewing. Then his no-good, two-timing alpha left him for his secretary, with two pups, Danny (6) and Jenny (7 1/2). Steve won full custody in the divorce, and at least his ex pays his alimony on time.

But it isn’t enough to live on, not with the mortgage and the kids. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to worry about the house falling apart; he’s been doing home repairs the entire time, learned to change his own oil in his car, can fix a flat tire with ease.

More and more omegas are driving now, and Steve figures they would appreciate service from someone who won’t talk down to them. He gets a loan from his aunt, a maiden omega who invested well, and opens his own automobile service station: Stevie’s Garage.

Robin helps him get set up: painting the sign, ordering supplies, answering phone calls, while Steve gets under the hoods and gets his hands dirty.

He does well enough that after the first month he puts an ad in the paper to hire a second mechanic. He figures it will take a while to find an alpha (or even a beta) who can stand working for an omega.

Much to his surprise, a man with dark curls and a shy smile comes by later that week asking if the job is still available. Steve has Eddie check the car on the lift, and he finds the loose fan belt in a couple minutes, changes it out.

Steve hires him on the spot.

It turns out Eddie’s got a pup, too. Carrie’s in Danny’s class at school, and all Eddie will say is that her mother isn’t around anymore. Steve doesn’t pry. It means the three pups ride the bus to the garage after school and play together there until the workday is done. Jenny’s bossy, a bit feral, and loyal to a fault. The first day Carrie gets off the bus with them, she asks why she isn’t going home to her mom, all childish bluntness.

“Mama died in the bathtub when I was really little, then I went to live with Daddy,” Carrie answers, just a statement of fact.

Steve’s glad he didn’t pry.

After that, Jenny is as protective of Carrie as she is of her brother.

Three months after he hired Eddie, Steve admits to himself that he likes the alpha. More than likes him. Eddie smells nice, and he’s gentle with the pups, never raises his voice in anger—only in excitement or fear—he tells jokes and stories to pass the time, sings along with the radio. But mostly, he looks at Steve like a starving man looks at bread when he thinks the omega isn’t looking.

Steve wants to feed him.

They both have engine grease under their fingernails, are covered in heavy-duty cotton, Steve’s hair is under a kerchief; there is nothing particular sexy about the moment. But Steve can’t wait any longer, and he presses up against Eddie, pins him in place and kisses his mouth.

“I’m dead, yeah? The lift fell and I was crushed by Mrs. Wheeler’s Bel Air, and I’m dead,” Eddie babbles when their lips part.

“Not dead,” Steve replies with a grin. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve leans in for another kiss, one that Eddie deepens, his tongue slipping easily between parted lips. “I’ll need to get Robin to babysit.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, Munson. You’re taking me out dancing.”

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Steve answers the door with his housecoat still on, crouching down to say hello to Carrie first, the pup throwing her arms around his neck. “Head into the living room, honey, the kids are doing a puzzle with Robbie,” he says, watching her scamper past him into the house. He turns to Eddie with a soft smile, “Just give me a couple minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie agrees, smile just as soft.

Steve disappears to his bedroom, and Eddie waits awkwardly in the doorway. He hears laughter from deeper in the house, followed by Robin saying, “Hey there, Care-Bear, come sit by me.”

He’s ruminating on how nice it is to have people who adore his kid as much as he does around, to give her that big family feeling, at least a little bit. Then Steve comes down the hallway wearing a proper dress, and Eddie quite literally stops breathing.

Dressed to the nines, Steve is a revelation, but he simply takes Eddie’s hand and says, “So, where are you taking me?”

“Enzo’s,” Eddie answers, no longer worried that it’s too much. Steve deserves the nicest restaurant in town for their first date. Steve deserves the best of everything.

Not that either of them has fancy tastes, not knowing what half the things on the menu are. Eddie gets spaghetti and meatballs, and Steve gets a chicken dish with some kind of red sauce. They talk and trade bites of food, both careful as they eat—Steve due to a lifetime of practice, Eddie because he realized as soon as the waiter took their order that he’d made a mistake and that leaving without marinara on his shirt would be a miracle.

After, he tells Steve to order dessert, and they split a tiramisu. Eddie pays the bill without really looking at it, having kept a tally in his head of the prices by habit, leaves a nice tip, and helps Steve up from his seat. “Ready for that dance?”

Steve smiles and nods, following Eddie to the dance floor. Enzo’s has a live band on the weekends; “Unforgettable” by Nat King Cole starts just as Steve steps onto the parquet dance floor, his arms settling easily around Eddie’s neck. “I love this song,” he murmurs as they start to sway.

“Makes sense,” Eddie murmurs, “You’re certainly unforgettable, Steve.” They’re silent after that, moving to the music, bodies pressed close. A new song starts, and they keep swaying, dancing merely an excuse to hold each other in public, to trade small kisses.

“Robin’s planning to spend the night at my place,” Steve says once they are safely back in Eddie’s car.

“Oh?”

“We still have plenty of time…”

“Steve?”

“Take me back to your place, Eddie.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, driving on autopilot, as Steve rubs his hand up and down Eddie’s thigh.

Steve pounces on him as soon as they get through Eddie’s front door, kissing him hard and reaching for his belt. They shed clothes down the hallway, until they reach Eddie’s bedroom, leaving the lights off, everything illuminated well enough by the nearly full moon.

Eddie stops breathing again. Steve is a vision in only his slip, white satin and lace showing off so much more of his skin than Eddie’s ever seen. Carefully, he reaches out, suddenly nervous—a crass, unworthy man standing before the loveliest omega on earth—and pinches a bit of fabric at Steve’s waist, afraid to touch more.

“Hey,” Steve whispers, placing a hand over Eddie’s, “It’s okay. I’m still just me. Not gonna break, Ed.”

Everything after that is slow and sweet. Perfect.

Eddie cries tears of pleasure as he sinks into Steve’s wet heat. Steve mewls at being properly knotted for the first time in years. They fall asleep tangled together, the most relaxed either of them have felt, possibly ever.

Steve wakes early, before the sun is up. Eddie stirs beside him as soon as he moves, and Steve is happy to take a couple minutes to kiss.

There’s plenty of time to get home before the pups wake.

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Big thanks to @itcanbepalped for sharing the inspo with me and then riffing for a bit! Love you, Mads!!!

[izabelfeenix]

don’t touch my melons, peasants

This is what Tumblr feels like to me.

[lavenderstobins]

some josie info from the josieverse sims save that i am deciding to make canon:

she’s four when robin and steve get lavender married. robin wears a white suit and josie insists on ‘matching mama’, but day of the wedding she also begs to wear her ladybug socks. josie wears her white suit with her very visible ladybug socks

she loves to be held and carried around and gets upset when she’s put down

she learned to play peek-a-boo from eddie

she learnt to blow kisses when she tried blowing kisses at robin

she learnt to babble very quickly and is able to communicate pretty well even as a toddler

she is fascinated by robin and loves watching her doing her thing. she adores both steve and eddie and gets especially giddy about seeing steve be visibly happy

she’s a picky eater

she enjoys breaking things and robin, steve and eddie have to work VERY hard to get her to lose this habit

she particularly adores their cat, bel. as an infant she’d fall asleep cuddled up to her on the carpet

before she could even stand she would wiggle along to the metal music eddie played. eddie called her a metalhead-in-training

[izabelfeenix]

We’re all just a piece of toast burnt on one side. Like we show everyone the nice golden brown side, but on the other side we’re burned and ugly.

Kind of nice that we share that with everyone I think

[wagingmywarsbehindmyface]

5 things i love about you:

you're really nice and helpful

you know so much about cinema and actors and movies

you're so funny!!!

you're so passionate! you're making me want to be interested in everything you share (which is not a really often thing)

you give really good hugs, i miss ours so much!!!

love you bel 💚

I can’t, I can’t… 🥹 I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you 😭 I love you so much! I’m just a crazy person and sometimes I like to babble, I’m hopeless at most stuff in life. And this is the nicest thing I’ve been ever told 😭😭😭

[harveybwabbit92]

Ultrakids scenarios: their first words.

Belial, R/n and Riku:

Belial and his wife along with Riku were huddled around Isla, waiting in anticipation she'd been testing her volume and babbling when Belial noticed she making a clear "da" noise though his wife insisted she heard "Ma" and Riku insisted he heard "Ri" so there they were crouching down to Isla's level watching her excitedly.

"C'mon bean say "Dada" you were so close." Belial urged while his wife chirped "C'mon baby I know you were saying "mama"" as Bel leered at her "Fat chance Badger, it was clearly "Dada" R/n snorted. "No you need your ears cleaned she was saying "Mama"" While Riku interjected "You're both going senile she totally said "Riri"!" as Isla's parents and big brother were bickering back and forth with each other they failed to notice there was visitor in their backyard.

Isla did notice she gasped in awe as her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at sight of the animal grazing in the back lawn, she sat up and toddled passed her confused family; Isla was happily bouncing on her feet as she pressed her nose against the sliding glass door and cheerfully squealed "KITTY!" while pointing at a deer!

The trio didn't know hurt the most, being outranked by an animal or the fact that Isla got that animal completely wrong, Riku tried to salvage the situation by correcting his sister, but she was adamant the deer was a kitty! While their parents watched on pouting. "Say R/n, have you ever tried venison?" Belial hissed to his wife while eyeing her old crossbow hanging on the wall...

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Zero & Nayaka:  

Zero and Nayaka were on Earth having a small family BBQ and all their friends and family were there including Ace, who was pretty much minding his own business having a pretty decent conversation with Taro when Melos accidentally spilled his drink all over them.

"What the f*ck?" Ace huffed staring down at his ruined shirt Taro hissed at his brother to watch his language since Zero and Nayaka's son Alto was nearby and the toddler was in his parrot phase. "Remember what happened with Taiga? those 4 weeks of him screaming the B word at everyone?" There's a giggle behind them; Ace tenses up and sees Alto staring at him before toddling off, Ace relaxes thinking maybe the kid didn't hear anything and went back to talking.

Meanwhile, Alto found his grandpa Zoffy and excitedly asked to be picked up. "What is it, do you have something to tell grandpa?" Zoffy asked his grandson looked up at him all innocently and...

"F*ck!"

Alto chirped and the atmosphere of the party quickly turned awkward and chilly as Zoffy and everyone else in at the party stared at Alto horrified as he repeated the F-bomb in a cutesy sing-songy voice. "F*ck...f*ck...F***CCKK!~" Zoffy's eye twitched as Seven spoke up flabbergasted. "Alto, tell yer grandpas who taught you that word?" Alto happily pointed the person out everyone turns to look at a mortified Ace; who looked like he wanted to bury himself in a dark hole and just live there forever.

He tried say something but the frosty looks Zero and Nayaka shot him while their son sang. "F*ck!" at the top of his lungs was the signal that maybe he should keep his mouth shut and leave. "Sorry." he muttered before awkwardly retreating.

[flowerandblood]

As much as I don’t condone any of what Bel and Fae did, I don’t think it’s fair to sit and defend Em and Ange without accepting their part in everything?

Just because a chunk of what was supposedly wrote by them was proved falsified, does not take away from the things they ACTUALLY said. Nothing is wrong with defending your friends, but at least have the decency to accept the fact they too said things they shouldn’t have about many other people you claim to be friends with on this platform.

Who defends them? Who defends to the people who were being borderline bullied without their knowledge thinking the writers in this fandom are their friends whilst they’re sat maliciously insulting them and their work? They’ve accepted some of the things that has came out was written by them, they’ve taken responsibility. Stop trying to make seem completely innocent in this situation.

All parties involved are in the wrong. All have accepted blame for the most part. Defending them does nothing at this point.

What are you babbling about? I proved in my post with fakes that some of screenshots of their conversations were real so where is my denial you are speaking about? Me making them innocent?

And no. Bel and Fae did not accept their blame, nor the rest of their group. Not really. If they did, they wouldn't fucking made fake screenshots to make them look worse and spread them with pride.

[fidjiefidjie]

Je suis d'accord , et vous ?! 😁 👶 🤣

❄️ Humour du jour ❄️

Source: Tik Tok

👋 Bel après-midi