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[juicygf]

“whats your Roman Empire ?”

this scene in ultraman rising

[juicygf]

Travis Stoll is border collie boyfriend

Connor Stoll is foxy terrier boyfriend

Lester Papadopoulos is ginger cat boyfriend

Charles Beckondorf is Saint Bernard boyfriend

Nico Di Angelo is black cat boyfriend

Lee Fletcher is Dalmatian boyfriend

Will Solace is Australian Kelpie boyfriend

Percy Jackson is a golden retriever boyfriend

Leo Valdez is a chihuahua boyfriend

Jason Grace is a boy cat boyfriend

[cybersunnie]

i need someone to kiss me the way tom blyth kisses. like it has to be the EXACT carbon copy of it, please and thank you!

[tinycoffeeroom]

saying something stupid like i love you | george clarke

face claim: none ♡

request: here !

requested: how about the first time george clarke tells y/n he loves her?? love your fics btw babes

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You’d sent George off this morning for a Platform Roulette recording bright eyed and bushy tailed. Based on how they normally ended, you knew he would return completely different. 

He texted you throughout the day, slowly being filled more and more with typos and the drunken ramblings you were used to from your boyfriend. Arthur Hill had the decency to send you a long winded voice note, background noise loud enough to nearly drown out his words as he lets you know when they’ll be back as, despite being the heavyweight out of the three in drinking, George was currently near blackout drunk. 

You dread to think of how he ended up that way, but at 11 in the evening, you find yourself grabbing your phone, keys and overnight bag, heading off to the tube station to go to Kings Cross and grab your heavily inebriated boyfriend. 

Passing the time on the tube, you plug your headphones in, blasting the newest Billie Eilish album. Birds of a Feather starts up and you find yourself grinning in your seat, remembering how George had heard you playing it one day and twirled you around your flat, one hand resting on your back as you slow danced through your kitchen. 

Bopping your head along to the song, you pick up on the lyrics. “I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.” Despite the fact you and George had never said those three words to each other, you knew it was true. 9 months into the relationship, and you knew you were in love with George, and that he was in love with you. 

The first time he had heard the song, mid kitchen dancing, the lyric played out through your speaker and George had looked down at you, eyes warm and happy as he leant down to kiss you on the last word. A non verbal admission to something you both knew. 

Getting off at Kings Cross, you make your way up the escalator to the centre hall of the train station. Glancing across, you make out three slumped bodies on one of the benches. Huffing amusedly, you walk slowly across to the men, phone out and videoing the way one of the Arthurs was puckering up to a half awake George who barely had the motor skills to push him away jokingly. 

Uploading the video to your story, you reach the three of them who drag themselves from their huddle on the bench. Both Arthur’s fling themselves towards you, one of them patting your head drunkenly, the same way a child would roughly pet a cat. Wincing as their fingers tangle in your hair, you gently settle them back onto the bench. Your eyes catch George’s half lidded ones, matching smiles spread on your faces. 

Pulling himself up from the bench, he stumbles over to you, arms spread wide to circle around you. You welcome him in, scrunching your nose as the scent of beer, sweat and something distinctly George wafts through the air. “Hi, babe.”

Grumbling under the weight of a drunken George, you wave a hand to the two Arthurs, signalling them to come follow you. The pair trail behind you two, giggling behind their hands and making kissing noises as George presses sloppy kisses to your temple, cheek and anywhere he can reach. 

Giggling at the way his beard tickles your skin, you pull out your phone to order an Uber. George grumbles under his breath about how he’ll pay you back, wincing as you spend nearly 30 pounds on an Uber XL, the only car available at this time of night on a Saturday. 

Standing outside, you run your hand up and down George’s back as he leans against you, mumbling against the skin of your neck. You don’t pay much attention to his ramblings at first, too busy trying to keep an eye on the two Arthur’s chasing each other outside of Kings Cross station. 

It’s only when you hear a soft “I love you so much” muffled against your neck that you focus back on George. You can tell he’s barely conscious, the words almost stumbling from his lips. 

Flushing under the admission, you press a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you too.” 

He grins up at you, reaching up to press a kiss to the corner of your lips. Wrinkling your nose at the taste of beer, you tuck his head back under your chin. He goes willingly, nuzzling into the space there and commencing his drunken mumbling. 

Your phone buzzes to let you know the Uber is pulling up and you call out to the two Arthurs, dropping a half asleep George into one of the seats before wrangling the Arthur’s into theirs. Sparing the driver the pain of a 30 minute Arthur squared show, you sit up front, making small conversation with the older man as he sets off for the boys’ flat. 

He correctly identifies George as your boyfriend, eyeing the sleeping man in the back. You hum in response, eyes flitting over the passing scenery as the car speeds through the London streets. 

By the time you reach the flat, all three boys in the back are fast asleep. Sparing them a glance through the rear view mirror, you huff as you work out the best plan of action to get the three of them into the flat. 

The driver must sense your apprehension, offering to help you out. You smile at him thankfully, offering to take George and Arthur Hill if he helps the other Arthur out. Sending a quick text to Chris in hopes he’s still awake to help once you enter the building, you step out of the car, moving round to open George’s door. 

Shaking him softly, you manage to rouse him pretty easily, helping him out and slinging one of his arms over your shoulder. Arthur, on the other hand, is a lot harder to wake up. You’re about 2 seconds away from slapping him gently on the cheek, but George beats you to it. Unfortunately, his drunken state means the hit lands a lot harder than he intended and Arthur jolts awake, whining as he holds his cheek. 

Rolling your eyes at your giggling boyfriend, you offer a hand out to Arthur, who takes it and steps out of the car ungracefully. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, hoping it was Chris saying he was on his way down. 

Throwing Arthur’s arm over your other shoulder, you round the back of the car, watching as the other Arthur is currently deep in explaining the fact that a fish is in fact not a real thing to a rather perplexed looking Uber driver. The two of you share a glance before laughing softly at the drunken trio. 

The Uber driver walks Arthur slowly over to the entrance whilst you stumble behind slowly, the combined weight of the drunk boys on your shoulders weighing you down. You catch Chris briskly walking through the lobby, dressed in shorts and an oversized t-shirt. He takes one look at the situation in front of him and you see his shoulders rise and fall in a huff as he wrestles Arthur from the driver. 

The driver passes you, throwing a small smile your way. You mimic his expression. “I’ll be leaving a big tip, don’t worry! Thanks for this.”

He laughs at your exasperated tone, leaving in his car with a wave. 

Chris grabs the other Arthur from your shoulder and you groan in appreciation as you straighten your back a little. The two of you guide the trio through the lobby and into the elevator, George now snoring softly against your shoulder. 

By the time you get into the flat, Chris is about two seconds away from knocking the two Arthur’s heads together, instead bidding you goodbye as he walks into Arthur Hill’s room. With a hand on his back, you lead George to his bedroom, dropping him down onto the bed. He stretches out, limbs sprawling across the entire width of the bed. 

You watch him for a moment, a small smile on your face before quietly walking out of the room. You meet Chris again in the kitchen, three mixing bowls in hand. He hands you one and you whisper your thanks before he disappears back into Arthur’s room. From the glimpse you managed to catch, the two Arthur’s are currently spooning in his bed and you pray Chris has taken blackmail photos of the two men. 

Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, you step back into George’s room. Setting the bowl down next to his side of the bed, you place the bottle on his nightstand, pulling out some painkillers from your bag and dropping them next to the water bottle. Quickly changing out of your clothes, you grab a t-shirt of George’s, pulling it over your head. 

Pushing George onto his side of the bed, you slink in next to him, settling down for the night. Just as your eyes close, a heavy arm slumps over your waist, George’s face settling down into the crook of your neck. 

Another mumbled “I love you” drops from his lips, the syllables sleep soaked around the edges. Grinning, you press a final kiss to the top of his head and close your eyes. 

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You awake to a groaning George, the scratch of his stubble bristling against your neck as he burrows deeper, trying to hide from the light streaming through the gap in his curtains. 

“Morning sunshine.” 

He grumbles in response, the arm around your waist tightening. “I feel like shit.”

“Hmm, I wonder why that is.” Laughing at his responding stink eye, you slip from his grasp. He rolls onto his back, eyes tracking your movements. 

Grabbing two towels from his wardrobe, you look back at him, one eyebrow raised. “Yes, George?”

He stays silent for a moment, dragging himself up into a sitting position. “I told you I loved you last night.”

You smile shyly, surprised he remembered last night. “You did. Twice.” 

“And you said it back.” He smiles softly, eyes flitting over your face. 

Nodding in response, you lean over the bed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I did.”

“That isn’t how I wanted our first I love you’s to be.” He whines, one hand pulling you back in for another kiss. 

Scrunching your nose at his morning breath, you press a final kiss to his cheek before pulling back. “I thought it was cute. Drunk words are sober thoughts and all that.” You giggle as he flops back onto the bed, one hand running over his face. 

Moving towards the door, you stop in the threshold, leaning against it. “So, you gonna join me in the shower before the other boys wake up?”

Chuckling at the speed of which George shot out of bed, one hand clutching his head at the rapid movement. “If I ever turn down that offer, I want you to shoot me.”

You throw the other towel at him, grinning as it hits him square in the face. “I love you too.”

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a/n: mr clarkey has made it onto tinycoffeeroom finally! thank you for requesting anon <3

taglist: @golden-hoax

[jjtheresidentbaby]

me having little!colin brainrot. he is so me .

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˖ ⋆.. Little Collin Grey headcanons ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ ˚₊

a/n: you are so real for this anon & I’m using this as an excuse to make a hc post for him

warnings: we stan needy & chip here <3, mental health & food mentions, set before the movie takes place but still going off it being 2005

tagging: @muttreg I saw them post about watching jennifers body & thought she might like this :3

needy is one of the only people he ever lets know about his little side

he’s pretty secretive about it, not necessarily out of shame but more so because he likes to keep a lot of himself private anyway

chip walks in on needy caring for collin once and acts like absolutely nothing is different

he fidgets with things constantly while small

absolutely loves going through his closet/accessories while small and putting outfits together

has a collection of the goosebumps books from when he was a kid that he rereads when small

does needy’s hair & lets her do his makeup

struggles with eating when small and only really trusts needy or chip to prepare his food

doesn’t like the dark and always has some kind of light on, usually a pumpkin shaped nightlight chip got him

loves his dark aesthetic both small & big but indulges in some more colorful/stereotypical childish things when he’s little

definitely loves watching Courage The Cowardly Dog, The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy, and Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

sweet lil dude who can either be very quiet or ramble on & on about one subject

would probably want to tell jennifer about his little side once he becomes comfortable with needy & chip but would be hesitant (it’s up to you if he actually does or not)

stuffed animal collector but he customizes them with lil hoops & chains & patches & paints

him, needy & chip play video games and for a while needy thinks chip is always letting collin win cause he’s small (which she’s been doing) but then she realizes collin’s actually beating chip every time - yes she does try to start winning against him too but alas collin almost always beats them both, needy has a better shot than chip though

[cybersunnie]

WTF WTF WTF (in a good way)

18+ | nsfw | mdni

billy the kid the type of guy to piston fuck your pussy and then stop to eat you out before going back to fucking you and then eats you out some more and then

[haveyouanytime]

౨ৎ rules ―

⑅˚₊ i prefer suggestions or prompts, but i will take detailed requests! ⑅˚₊ i'm horrible with messages, but feel free to message me to become mutuals, or to ramble and brainrot-- as long as it's appropriate! ⑅˚₊ ageless blogs or minors please do not interact with my nsfw works! ⑅˚₊ please do not post my writings anywhere else or turn them into ai bots!

౨ৎ characters i will write for ―

⑅˚₊ rick grimes, daryl dixon (the walking dead) ⑅˚₊ jill valentine, leon kennedy (resident evil) ⑅˚₊ jonathan crane (nolanverse batman) ⑅˚₊ joel miller, tommy miller (the last of us, hbo series) ⑅˚₊ abby anderson (the last of us ii, game) ⑅˚₊ vincent renzi (anatomy of a fall) ⑅˚₊ joe kessler, billy butcher, frenchie (the boys) ⑅˚₊ rust cohle (hbo true detective)

౨ৎ what i'm comfortable writing ―

⑅˚₊ i'll only write reader-insert! no ocs, no ships, sorry! ⑅˚₊ fluff, angst, and comfort. i've never written smut, but i can try! ⑅˚₊ LEGAL age gaps, teacher-x-student only if college age, daddy/mommy kinks (not ddlg or age regression) ⑅˚₊ breeding, strap usage (wlw), spanking, manhandling, light biting ⑅˚₊ smoking (cigarettes/weed), drinking ⑅˚₊ some dacryphilia but in the lana del rey pretty when you cry way (if that makes sense) ⑅˚₊ alternate universes! feel free to pitch, but my personal faves are college au, bookstore au, and coffee shop au

౨ৎ what i'm not comfortable writing ―

⑅˚₊ p3dophilia, foot, scat, pee, dub/noncon, incest/stepcest, age play/age regression, ddlg, kidnapping, abuse of any kind, substance abuse or greater than ones stated in 'comfortable writing', anything with self harm or suicidal ideation ⑅˚₊ even if something in your prompt/request is not written above, if i am uncomfortable writing it, i will not post it.

[juicygf]

one piece of the loony toons for anime fans

[juicygf]

the most ethereal thing a girl can do is hum to you while comforting you

[cybersunnie]

i finally finished watching s1 of billy the kid and omg... i need him to take care of me. and i don't mean it in a sexual way (shocking!!!). i mean it in a 'hold me and shower my face with kisses' type of way. in a 'play with my hair while i fall asleep' type of way. in a 'sneaking up behind me and picking me up' type of way. in a 'telling me i love you just because you feel like it' type of way.

....can you tell i'm touch starved?

[cybersunnie]

are you lonely?

or are you lonely?

[cybersunnie]

i need more people obsessing over tom blyth's billy the kid bc omg i can't stop thinking about him. like wdym he'd be sweet and gentle with me then turn around and beat someone up?? huh??? and bro falls in love so easily, it's making me think i'd have a chance, too. like billy come here, i'll welcome you with open arms, open legs, and an open mouth.

i know my ancestors are disappointed in me. me, a woc, writing smutty fics about white men. why must i bear this burden of being a white boy lover?

[cybersunnie]

rip [tom blyth's] billy the kid, you would have loved hozier.

[cybersunnie]

i need to rewatch tbosas ASAP because i can feel my hyperfixation slowly slipping away.....