#but thanks for askin bud!

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Also sorry I just thought of this but are you doing asks for Tate Frost?

I am not and currently don't plan to, actually. I feel like it would be dancing on a line of this blog that I try not to cross in terms of darker content. Plus, Tate is a shit. Like, I feel writing him sincerely, I would either be dishonest about the character or might make people bummed out. That and the two games he stars in are not fully out yet! So who knows what we'd find out.

[fishpea]

do you have a persona- or an oc that you draw in your place? (or both!?!?! :o))

honestly, I don’t !! 😭 I’ve really wanted to make one though; like a cool funky lil thing— I definitely will someday but as of right now nooo 😔💔 I do have fursona(s) though afwhqfa Ranch is kind of my “main” and River is just want I named myself after HAHAA

[that-darn-clown]

I would name a kid mikey

[echoing-interests]

25 >:)

Astronaut by San Fermin babeyyyy

[2tarbell]

hiii!!! i’m having thoughts of high sex w rafe,, like him doing lines off your cleavage or thighs (maybe even body lines mid-fuck🫢) is just sooo mmmhrmghgrr

and usually he’s pretty strict about letting you drink or do drugs, but when he’s drunk or high himself it’s just so much harder to say no to you (and reader kinda knows it too like she’s fs waiting until he’s in such a good mood from the high to give him her best puppy dog eyes she knows he can’t resist)

p.s. i absolutely adored ur bfb rafe work it was delicious🥰

ೀ high sex with BF!RAFE is always delicious. it’s usually in missionary, rafe too faded to switch to any other position. he’s almost entirely lost in the pleasure and it’s the hottest thing ever, softer in the way he touches you and rolls his hips against yours. his jaw slack and eyes fluttering, deep breaths and low moans of your name and dirty talk. his voice wavers and breaks when you clench around him. but his high is waning, you can tell by the way his usual roughness peeks through as he bites at your neck. 

with a heavy sigh (you’d call him dramatic if you didn’t wanna come so bad) he sits back on his legs. his hard cock slips out of your slick warmth and he runs the length through your puffy folds in attempt to placate your whines. the tip kisses your clit a few times and rafe chuckles breathlessly at the way you jolt. always his sensitive girl. when he reaches over to the beside table, you know what he’s about to do, and it makes your cunt drool in anticipation.

“hold ‘em together— good girl, lookin’ so pretty f’me…”

with your tits squished together by your hands, rafe dumps some of the white powder onto the plush flesh. he smiles at you in a boyish way that contradicts the illegal substance he’s pouring onto your body. with focused eyes and a trained hand, he makes the crisp line. when he leans down to snort it, he pushes back into your pussy and it makes you heave out a moan. he makes a show of kissing down your breast until he takes one hardened bud into his mouth, nipping and pulling back until it slips away with a pop.

you wiggle your hips when he sits back again, the heavy weight of him sitting inside of you making you restless. his head is tipped forward and eyes closed, large hands squeezing and rubbing your hips in as the coke does its magic. once he looks back down at you spread open on his length, looking at him with those sparkly doe eyes, he raises an eyebrow.

“don’t gimme that look—“ his voice is gruff in that way that makes you feel all girly and warm. you run a hand up his arm and feel the strong muscle under the skin, you don’t miss how he flexes under your touch. it tangles in his hair and he can’t stop himself from turning and pressing a sweet kiss to your wrist, the high making your touch feel like fire. a smile makes it way onto your cock drunk face. rafe huffs, and squeezes your hips harder in a playful warning.

“c’mon, daddy— pleaseee? jus’ a little?” that pleading tone and pouty lip might just be the death of him.

rafe reaches a hand between you, gathering the creamy wetness of your previous orgasm that’s leaked around his dick. he uses the wet finger to pick up the leftover dust on your tits. with a lazy smirk, he shoves his finger into your awaiting mouth, smearing the coke and cum over your gums.

he then leans over you again, pulling out only to start thrusting his hips deeply into you, resuming his pace from earlier. his fingers squishing your cheeks as he presses a kiss to your puckered lips.

“happy now? always— always askin’ me for shit— ‘m already fucking you and y’still want more.”

his grumble only makes you smile triumphantly, legs wrapping around his waist tighter as his thrusts get faster and you thank him in pathetic babbles.

[t0yac1d]

More Than One (B.Loomis x Fem!Reader)

Request: More overstimulation pookie🥺

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, fingering, praise, p in v

Word Count: 733

Notes: So sorry that this is pretty short, a bitch graduated and now she's tired, like EXHAUSTED. But I am working on a bunch of requests that I haven't gotten to due to school. But now that I am free, I should be able to finish all of them in a fashionable manner! Thank you all for being extremely patient with me! Mwah <3

You sat at the end of your bed with a mirror in front of you and your legs spread wide open and tears rolling down your face. Billy's fingers were stuffed in your soaking wet cunt.

He's made you cum too many times now and he's still demanding for more.

Every time you came, he'd ask you, "One more. Giving me one more wouldn't hurt."

And every time you threw your head back, he'd grab your jaw and force you to look at yourself. He'd force you to look at how much of a mess you are just from his fingers.

"If this is how you act with my fingers, you wouldn't be able to handle my cock. Maybe if I stretched you out, like this.." he whispered, spreading his fingers in you.

"Look at that, look at how wet you are baby."

"Just dripping, all for me, right?" he asked, looking at you in the mirror, "Just for me?"

You gave him a nod, unable to answer him from how good he moved his fingers. But he wanted to hear you, he wanted to hear that all of this- all of you, was just for him.

He stopped moving his fingers and took them out of your very sensitive pussy. You let out a whine, and grabbed his wrist. "I gotta hear you say it. All this is just for me, right?"

"Y-yes, yes! All of me is just for you!" you moaned. Billy smiled and kissed your neck, "Good girl." he cooed in your ear, dipping his fingers deep in you, earning a rich moan from your pretty lips.

"Give me another one." Billy sighed as if he were a trance, he watched as your cum oozed out of your pretty hole. "Y-You said one more. I gave you one more." you muttered.

"And I'm askin' for another. So be a good girl and do what you're told."

You whined and shifted in his lap, feeling his cock against your ass. "Or I could just get one out of you. How does that sound? Wanna be my pretty little pillow princess?"

You looked up at Billy with watery eyes and plump, pouty lips. "Lay on the bed,"

You did as you were told and crawled to the head of your baby pink bed, resting your head on your fluffy pillows and watching Billy crawl over to you and his bigger frame cage you between his arms.

You felt like a small animal that's been caught and cornered.

"You look so pretty like this, so pretty under me." he smiled, pushing his pants and boxers down, but just enough for his dick to pop out. "Just lay there and be pretty."

Billy spread your legs open and slowly slid himself in, he threw his head back and pulled out. This continued for some time, just him teasing your sensitive, aching and begging pussy. "Billy.." you whined, tugging at the hem of his shirt, "What?"

"Please, please, please.."

Billy scoffed and smirked, "What happened to before?" he asked. His tip just poking at your hole. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer when he grabbed your thighs and pushed them to your chest.

He pushed his cock in you and fucked you at a rough and fast pace. "You wanted this?" Your ankles rested on his shoulders and his hair had fell and stuck to his forehead.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum, want me to fill you up pretty?" he asked, you nodded your head and gripped the sheets, "Yes, yes, yes fuck- fill me up, please," you babbled.

Billy chuckled and grabbed your legs, putting them around his hips and grabbing your face to give you the sloppiest and nastiest kiss.

His hips bucked and stuttered; he moved his hand down from your jaw to your clit and rubbed circles on the bud. You moaned in his mouth, and he swallowed those beautiful sounds.

You creamed around his dick, and he nutted in you, filing you up to the brim. He slowly thrusted in you, keeping his cum in you, not wanting a single drop wasted.

You were definitely overstimulated, the amount of times you came from his fingers and now cumming from his cock. Your body feels like it's on fire.

Billy pulled out of you and flipped you over, "I'm not done with you pretty girl."

[kryptznnn]

♛- PLAY-HARD I

1st part/ 2nd part (Mature Audience Community Label)

Series Masterlist ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

➳ INTERESTS; - olo’eyktan!jake x fem!omatikayan reader

➳ BACKGROUND; - working alongside Mo’at has helped you and your family in various ways, as a way to repay her for your free working she pairs you along side Toruk Makto to aid him in small departments he needs assistance in, but more importantly to find a Tsahik suitable for the Olo’eyktan, but he isn’t always cooperative.

➳ WARNINGS; - 3.1k wc slight age gap (25 and 21), takes place after the great war, eventual smut, slow burn, sexual tension, use of alcohol, vomiting (mentioned once), wet kisses, hickies, jealousy, power imbalance, pet names, fluff, bit of angst if you squint, nipple!play, slight p!play.

➳a.i; first fic i’m very very nervous, but i hope u all enjoy ^^, i take requests so just hit my inbox 🌸my main navigation

*na’vi translation will be provided*

Mo’at was not joking when she spoke of Jake Sully and his stubbornness, the reason why she decided you’d be a perfect aid is due to your patience, which was running very thin at the moment.

“I’m here to assist you, but i cannot do my job if you refuse to go against my requests.” you stated sharply, his ears pinned against his hair and his lips tightened into a straight line, he simply crossed his arms. This was the 3rd date you’d set up for him that he’s rejected.

Not the first, or the second, but the third time. To make matters worse whenever you’d complain to Mo’at she’d simply tell you to just push a little farther.

“I told you I didn’t like her” he said sternly, repeating the same statement he has for the past 2 weeks. “skxawng, [moron] you’ve said the same thing for the other 2 na’vi i’ve tried to pair you with, do not be selfish, think of the future of our people-“

“That’s all I think about y/n, I might be many things but selfish isn’t one of’em. You can’t just force someone with me, if im going to be with some girl for the rest of my life at least let me make my own decision.” He quickly cut you off, now unfolding his arms and placing a hand at his side, eyeing you up and down. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t make any good points, if you were in his place you’d be more than frustrated, but regardless you’re job here was to help and provide for the olo’eyktan, which is exactly what you were going to do.

“Mr. Sully, please-“

“Jake. It’s jake kid” He buds in, smiling softly.

“Jake, I understand what you’re saying and how you feel, but part of my job is providing, and what i’m doing is providing for you and your future” You correct yourself, giving him a pleading look, searching in his eyes for a look of understanding, which you soon found. He relaxed a bit and wasn’t as tense as before, nodding in approval. You quickly smiled, thankful this situation didn’t have to escalate to a serious argument like it has before hand. Those times were the worst times for the both of you, and thankfully you’ve both been able to talk them out and set boundaries and learn from past mistakes, if anything Mo’at would repeat how times like those strengthens the relationship you two share, and she wasn’t wrong.

“m’sorry” He said quietly, but loud enough for you to hear, rubbing his hands together and sitting down, his tail curling up beside him with his head down. “syeha si tam [breathe, it’s okay], you have nothing to apologize for, i’m sorry too, the position you’re in isn’t easy, trust me I know” you said calmly, slowly walking over to him, just for him to open up his arms. You slowly walked over to him, quickly embracing him just for him to do the same with you. You sighed and smiled softly, your head resting on his.

Come to think of it Jake was always a physical kind of person, “touchy” is what the term is. Whenever things would go wrong with him or the clan he would drain out quickly, before he didn’t have anyone to rely on, not a friend close enough for him to talk to so he would create a relationship with Mo’at, asking her for advice and methods to aid him, right before he came across you. You would be seated with Mo’at, mixing herbs for her while listening to their conversations, on specific days jake would speak about certain na’vi women attempting to court him, which made you giggle when you first heard it

“Who is she?” Jake asked quickly glancing over at you, as you quickly covered your mouth to stop any other laughter. Mo’at turned to you and back at Jake softly smiling. “Her name is y/n, I love her like a daughter of mine,she’s been under my arm for the past 12 years” She said proudly, Jake nodded his head, not taking his eyes off of you, watching as you walked over and stood beside Mo’at.

“Ohe ahasey sa’nok” [I’ve finished mother] You said, placing the bowl in Mo’at’s hands, smiling at her, she thanked you and introduced you to Jake. “Te suli, this is y/n, y/n this is tsyeyk suli, our olo’ektyan” She stated, directing her hand to you than back to jake. You quickly signed the “I see you” gesture saying “Oel ngati kameie” as he nodded and repeated the same action. You looked him in his eyes, just to realize he was looking at you this whole time, you quickly looked to the side and began to distract yourself.

He had such an intense gaze, does he look at everyone like that? You asked yourself, your tail thrashing back and forth recalling the scene that happened just seconds ago.

“If you need extra assistance I can always have y/n accompany you, she’s always wanted to to explore other fields of work, I think she could help you a lot” Mo’at spoke soothingly, placing the bowl you gave her down and adding bandages to it. Jake continued to watch you, listening to Mo’at’s words carefully, still grinning ear to ear.

“I’d love that” He said, slowly standing up to take his leave.

That was 4 months ago, since then Jake has been very open with you, always in need of a hug and consolidation, which you were happy to give. Although it was painful how often you’d have to remind yourself not to mix pleasure and business, you’re helping you’re olo’ektyan, he’s just worn out and exhausted. Surely tonight would help him, deeming the celebration would be in his favor, celebrating his successful raid with his party and no injuries or casualties were gained.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He asked,slowly releasing you from his grasp and looking up at you, you just looked down at him smiling and nodding softly. “Of course, just don’t expect me to be there early, i’ll be coming with Za’yukto” You said, slowly backing up ready to leave, jake quickly grabbed your hand as soon as you turned around.

“Who is that?” He asked, you turned to face him to see his demeanor quickly changed. His jaw had clenched and his grip on your hand was getting tighter by the second. “Just a friend of mine, he didn’t want to go alone so I volunteered to take him, just for a while” You said harmlessly, he tilted his head, looking at you up and down before responding. He opened his mouth just to slowly close is and take a deep breath, making direct eye contact with you. “Just… just don’t be too late okay? I’ll be waiting for you” He said softly, his ears lowering slightly as he let go of your hand.

“Of course, and if you ever get too bored you can talk to all of your other friends there” You joked, quickly getting your belongings and leaving shortly.

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You glanced in your small reflection for a final time before leaving your small hut. You haven’t done much to your appearance other than brushing out your braids and changing your purple beaded top to a red one, you’ve always liked how the colors looked on you.

This’ll do. You thought, it was too late to turn back and change now, you’ve already gone so far anyway. You looked pleasant, eye-catching, which was the exact look you were hoping for, hopefully you’d get someone to look at you during tonight’s celebration, or maybe a specific someone. Of course that specific someone being non other than J-

“Y/N!! Are you here?” You stopped dead in your tracks quickly walking over to the entrance of your hut.

That’s Za’yukto’s voice. “Hi, sorry, ohe am lonu to sìltsan” [I’m ready to go] You stated, stepping outside and quickly setting down the entrance of your hut with a smile, looking up at him. He smiled in response and complimented you, to which you thanked him and began making your way to the spirit tree for the celebration.

Soon after you two arrived, you quickly began to adjust your top, brush off your loincloth and hair, saying your goodbyes to Za’yu as you made your way to look for Jake, thankfully finding him quickly-

He’s with someone, you thought, seeing him off to the side laughing with a large drink in his hand, obviously being alcohol, of course stronger than any human substances and yet tasting even sweeter than anything you’ve ever had before. Seeing him happy like that did nothing more than make you smile a bit, he’s been stressed lately, he needs some sort of release. You quickly walk to the side getting closer to him just to see he’s doing more than just talking.

More than just laughing, and not with any someone, with a woman.

And he’s…. he’s kissing her? They’re kissing, they’re definitely kissing, and he’s not kissing just any woman, it’s the first na’vi you ever brought towards him to consider that he immediately rejected, simply telling you “There’s nothing special about her”.

Ewya.

You didn’t even bother making your way over to him, you’d already seen enough, feeling your face heat up out of sheer embarrassment and your eyes beginning to burn. On one swift motion you turn around to find Za’yu and to your surprise he already had a large cup waiting for you. You quickly grabbed it and chugged it down, your face immediately going from a sour look to more relaxed.

“Syeha si y/n!!” [Breathe y/n!!] Za’yu said, quickly taking the now empty cup from your hands as you just smiled at him. “I’m fine, come dance with me?” you asked, holding his hand. He just shook his head and placed the cups down on a table beside him, quickly taking you to the center of the dancefloor and began dancing with you in his arms.

This is a party, a place to let loose and celebrate, and that’s exactly what you planned on doing. You hooked your arms around Za’yu’s shoulders, pulling him a little closer, and looking at him intensely. You’d be lying if you said Za’yu wasn’t attractive, he was insanely attractive and overall perfect, everything a woman would look for in a man, he was skilled, intelligent, good looking, and strong? A complete package. Especially with the fact he’s such a gentleman, that’s what triggered your friendship so quickly.

He looked down at you, his hands traveling from your back to your waist, grinning at you. You slowly pushed yourself up against his body, feeling your beaded top clink against his broad chest. You slowly climb up on your tippy toes closer and closer to his face, as he too moves in closer, just for you to reach towards his ear and kiss it.

“Can you get me another drink please? I’m so thirsty” You ask him playfully, rubbing your 4 fingers against your throat slowly, licking your lips at him. He nodded and reached down to your collarbone, kissing it softly before leaving to get you a drink.

Soon after dancing by yourself you feel a hand rest on your stomach and trail down to your pelvis, holding you securely as your back rests on his back, you lift your head up quickly to see Za’yu, with your drink in his hand as he smiled down at you. You slowly got onto your tippy toes and kissed him, just to taste residue of alcohol that he previously consumed, smiling at the sweet taste, and taking the cup from his hands and quickly finishing it, dropping the cup and turning to face him, kissing him again.

Honestly at this state you’re wondering where jake was, if he was enjoying himself with his dick probably down that girls throat, but at the same time you were too fucked out and having way too much fun to care. Your shared kisses with Za’yu quickly became more intimate and more active, exchanging saliva and practically moaning into his mouth while still dancing, now slowly beginning to grind yourself onto him.

“Za’yu-“ You moaned softly against his lips, barely being able to catch your breath. “I know tìyawn, I know, mawepey” [I know love, I know, be patient] He said softly, his kisses trailing from your lips to your jawline and down to your neck, beginning to suck on you softly.

You rested your hand on the back of his neck, slowly playing with his hair and mewling softly, your ears perked up and your tail curling around your leg. He continued however, lowering down to your collarbone, kissing it softly before continuing his assault.

“ ‘Yu, can w- can we go back to my place? Please” You whimper softly, as he slowly moves his head up to look at you, kissing you softly. “Whatever you want y/n”. He said, quickly going to hold your hand, just as you turn around someone crashes into you spilling their drink all over you.

Of course it was none other than Ninat, whos throat Jake was previously shoving his tongue down. “Shouldn’t you be all on the olo’ektyan?” You muttered quietly, thankful no one heard you. Before listening to her pleads and apologies you simply just shoved past her, clinging onto Za’yukto tightly. “Don’t worry we’ll get you cleaned up, come on” He said.

Soon enough you both arrived to your hut , walking straight into the back of your hut and dragging him along, to which he quickly obliged. You stepped into the small pond behind your hut and began removing your strained top and loincloth, ushering him to do the same, which he quickly did.

“I’m going to clean you up first” He said, smiling down at you and grabbing a nearby rag to wipe any access alcohol off of you. He was gentle and caring, he only looked above your collarbone and refused to look lower, to make sure ‘you felt comfortable’ was his excuse, you found his caring and respectful nature cute though, knowing there were a lot of navi men out there who would not do the same. You just helped guide his hand to where he had to clean off until he kissed you again, letting his hands trail up from your waist to your soft breasts.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, looking in your eyes for complete confirmation, to which you nodded and smiled in response. He let his fingers graze against your nipples a few times before toying with you, lowering his head before taking your left breast into his mouth, rolling his tongue onto your nipple, making you moan softly, quickly gripping onto the back of his hair softly. “That’s not the only place that needs attention, i’m still dirty elsewhere” You teased, he looked up at you repositioning himself, giving you a cocky look before answering.

“Oh yeah? Where would that be?” He asked, you quickly took his hand to show him, hovering over your stomach, but before you could continue a wave of sickness hit you, making you pause. Za’yu quickly took notice of this and how your expression changed. “Hey, what’s wrong what happened” He asked, now completely serious as you now grabbed onto his shoulder for support. “I feel a little sick” You managed to make out weakly, he quickly finished cleaning you off and immediately got you out of the small pond, drying you up and taking you inside to get you into something, but not before you threw up on the side of the mossy ground twice before crying.

“It hurts” You said, your voice hoarse and dry, which reminded Za’yukto to get you some water, he instructed for you to stay in your room and get dressed as he fetched you something to drink along with a small herb to help with the burning of your throat.

You quickly got changed, sitting patiently for Za’yu, and he soon came telling you to swallow one of your own handmade herbal medicine and a glass of water behind it, which you did. “You need to get some rest, you’ve had a long night” He said, placing his hand onto your shoulder, rubbing it softly and smiling at you. You didn’t respond, only placing the glass down and sprawling yourself against your bed, your back now facing Za’yu.

A moment of silence has passed, he hasn’t left and you haven’t fallen asleep yet, why is he still-

“I’ll stop by tomorrow to check up on you” He quickly stated, interrupting your thoughts, you don’t answer and he takes the silence as a sign you must be asleep, big mistake.

“Hopefully tonight didn’t change anything within our friendship, i’m not looking for a mate or to court anyone now, it was never my intention to move so quickly with you” He mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear, and shift in the bed as a response, you waited to hear the flap of your hut close before letting the tears in your eyes roll out over your nose and stain your bed.

This was going to be such a long night, and tomorrow morning even longer.

✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[solarfanatic]

A Small Tune in the Silent Night

It was a silent night in November, a moment of peace for once in their lives... Sun is currently playing with Dazzle, Moon's making sandwiches, and Solar's in his room.

Wonder what Jack's doing?

"Papaaa!" Jack comes into Solar's room, running with excitement. "Dad, what's your favorite Christmas carol?"

"Eh? Why you askin', bud?" Solar replied, as he looked up from his drawing board, drawing, or more like doodling.

"Nothin', just curious!" Jack grinned, jumping up and down as he waited for his father's answer. "What is it?!"

"Okay, okay, jeez calm down, Jack." Solar chuckles, as he puts down his drawing board onto his bed. "Silent Night, why?"

"Okay!! Thank you dadddd!!!" Jack said, and as quickly as he went in, as quickly as he left.

Solar watched as Jack practically zoomed to his and Dazzle's room, a bit suspicious. "Hm. Strange. But, he is a kid, so I guess I won't pay it any mind right now." He then shrugs it off, as he picks up his drawing board once more and continues on doodling.

..

December 25th, 2024. Merry Christmas, Solar would say, if Jack was here.

Solar has returned with the gifts Dazzle had left behind at the house, with a small rectangular box on his other hand.

"I got Dazzle's gifts... I'll be heading to my room now, I'm tired." He lied, faking a yawn and a stretch as the others waved him goodnight while he headed for the room he had claimed in their airbnb cabin.

Locking the door, Solar sat down on his bed, gazing upon the box.

'To: DAD' was written on it, clearly Jack's writing.

Solar sighed, holding the small box close before opening it and listening to its tunes.

'Silent Night' begins to play.

"So this was what Jack was making. No wonder he asked me what my favorite Christmas carol was." The father muttered, as the song continued to play.

Time goes by, and Solar doesn't realize he's been listening to it on repeat, laying down and placing the recording onto his small cabinet beside him.

"I love you, father." Was the last he could hear.

"I love you too, Jack." Was the last he could speak before sleep took him.

[thebearer]

i can clearly picture you getting a call to pick up teddy from the school and she’s in the office and the principal was like “she decked a guy who was messing with willow” and she buds in like “he’s 18 and she’s 14”

carmen would be like "so what's the issue? are you askin' if i want to press charges bc i do"

and the principal is like "mr. berzatto, your daughter assaulted-"

"-defended-"

"- another student-"

"-who was creepin' on a minor and makin' sexual advances? is that not illegal anymore? think i missed that." carmen's so furious, you're having to keep him from decking the kid again. needless to say, after an investigation, the kid is moved to alternative learning. teddy spends a few days suspended, but carmen doesn't mind. praises her for sticking up for her sister.

richie tells jimmy who offers carm to "handle it".

"free of charge, carm, of course. i, uh, i would be happy to get that kinda scum off the streets. i take the wellbeing of the city very seriously, ya know?" and carmen is very tempted so you have to step in like no it's ok.

"sweetheart, i won't kill him. i'm just gonna make sure he never tries this shit again. make sure he learns his lesson."

"yeah, baby, let him-"

"-no, no." you glare at carmen, "he's been handled by the school. we're good. thank you jimmy."

[dusty-pistol]

HIIII DUSTY!!!!!!! how are you on this fine. whatevr it is for you in your timezone im trying so hard to start this conversation off normally HELP

HOWDY WILL!! I'm great, thanks for askin!

(It's currently 9 at night where I am as of writin this)

I know how hard it is to start a conversation too it's difficult 😭 BUUUT how're you, bud? How's life treatin ya? What's new?

[sunny-ylw-scout]

Hello. The following is a message from the Teufort Census Bureau.

How would you rate your current employment?

Thank you for your co-operation.

@tf2-data-collection-agency

aw its real good, pays well too! thanks for askin bud!

[fucking-radroaches]

Hancock is outside having a smoke. He watches as the gate opens and one of the men starts talking to the pretty redhead. He overhears the guy threatening her. Askin for money to protect her.

What bull is this… uh-uh not in his town.

Hancock walks up, “hey bud- what’s going on?” He puts a ‘friendly’ hand on his shoulder squeezing.

Without warning he plunges his knife into the guy’s guts. Before sheathing the knife again.

He tips his hat at the woman and leaves.

“Somebody clean up the trash.” He mutters heading into the old state house.

@crawl-out-through-the-fallout4

Evelyn glances down at the dead guy, deciding to step over him and follow the strangely attractive noseless ghoul. "Hey, uh... Thanks for that, I guess? I, uh... Well, this might be obvious, but I'm not familiar with the area and you seem to be in charge so I was hoping to get some directions or something? I dunno, I'm pretty confused lately..."

[ask-riff-lorton]

Hey bud, you ok?

-@ask-graziella

' Yeah im alright thanks for askin' Grazie '

[askraddyred]

Am back! >:D

I just wanted to ask, how is you day going so far :]

" Ehhhh. Its been alright. Iffy but mostly okay. Thanks for askin bud. How about yours? "

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

At this point sweetie, I am 90% sure Bloody has regressed and one can not make a cat clean up their messes right?

*I get down on my knees to look into Lunar's eyes*

I understand that the mess was made by Bloody but he is not in the right mindset to fix it. And he has too much energy to effectively clean up. Right now, all we can do is salvage what we can, lower Bloody's energy levels, take care of him once he enters his caffeine crash, than talk with Sun. And that is also not accounting for how Bloody is likely regressed.

*I lift a tube up and lightly tap Lunar* I can most certainly do the cleaning on my own. I asked you for help because you are here. We can find premium bonking tubes from this mess and bonk the others with them afterwards.

Solar: See? It's not that we don't want Bloody ta help clean up, he probably can't really understand that he should or what we're askin'. We'd appreciate it if ya helped, but ya don't have to.

Lunar: ...I'll help.

Solar: *smiles* Thanks, bud.

Bloody: *whines and butts some of the papers with his head, clumsily making a pile*

Solar: There ya go, good job Bloody.

Bloody: *wags his tail and wiggles happily, still scooting the mess together*

[noxexistant]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOXXXXXXXX!!! 🎂🥳

SORRY FOR LATE GODDAMN TIME DIFFERENCES 😠

Have a fic I wrote as a gift! Just some untitled, brotherly, feel good fluff

“Jaaaaaaaaaack”

“Yeeeeeeeeeees?”

“I don’ have money for papessss”

Racer’s words were slurred with alcohol and sleep. It was early morning, even earlier than the Newsies would normally wake. Around 3 am.

Race had stayed out passed curfew at Sheepshead and was now crawling into bed next to Jack, who shifted over to make room with a yawn.

“‘s too early fa this bud. I’ll make sure youse get ya Papes Just Go ta Sleep” “mmph”

The blonde buried his face in his brother’s chest “Jack?” “Yeah?” “Can ise have money fo a cigar too? ” “maybe but only if youse go to sleep.” Jack dragged his hand through the race’s hair.

The kid pouted, “oh don’t gimmie that, youse the one askin me for money” “yeah but youse don’t care do ya now?” Jack sighed “youse right I dont.”

They lay in silence for a few minutes and soon enough Race’s eyelids began to droop. “G’night kid” “G’night Jack”

the next morning Race woke with a splitting headache. Jack gave Crutchie some extra money and asked him to buy their Papes for them, and stayed in bed for another hour or so before dragging Race out to sell.

What would they do without each other your honour?

BDAY COOKIES —> 🍪🍪🍪 - 🤠anon

sobbing and gently holding them. also eating the bday cookies

i love this so so much, thank you so much 😭

race is miserable and stumbling as jack finally drags him out of bed, pouting and whining, but muscle memory kicks in if nothing else when crutchie finds them and hauls their extra papes out of his bag to hand them over. it’s less than race is used to selling, way less than jack usually sells, but crutchie can only carry so much - and it’s stuff to sell, stuff that race didn’t have to pay for. he tries to swear he’ll pay crutchie back, but only gets shoved in the shoulder for his troubles.

“d’you get me a cigar too?” he dares to ask then, managing a grin as he stuffs his papes in his bag. jack scoffs and yanks race’s handkerchief out of his breast pocket, tosses it to make him chase it and watches him as he does.

“sell those an’ we’ll see,” he says, nodding to race’s bag as race shoves his handkerchief haphazardly back into place.

at the end of the day, when race gets back to the lodge, jack’s got a cigar for race. he holds it out of reach before race can take it.

“you stay out like that again, i’ll kill you,” he says.

race has half the sense to look guilty, ducking his head. he’s ashamed for worrying his brother, ashamed for whatever he might’ve said last night. he doesn’t remember much of it. he takes the cigar only when jack finally lowers it for him, and shoves it in his pocket instead of his mouth even though he hasn’t smoked since he saw albert that morning and managed to bum a cig. jack’s watching him, gaze kind of soft.

race makes a noise all too much like the one he’d made being woken up that morning as jack suddenly roughly ruffles his hair.

“get inside,” he orders, “an’ eat your supper. asked kloppman to give you extra, make up for your missin’ last night.”

race can’t help but grin. “you’re the best,” he says, and goes - only when he’s sure jack is coming with him.