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[kangofu-cb]

fic author Never Have I Ever ask game:

Gundam Wing Winterhawk AU

So apparently I have done this whole 'queue an ask game' thing more than once :-|

Send me an ask about whether I’ve written a thing [ship, trope, dynamic, category of fandom, etc.] and if I’ve written it, I’ll link you. If I haven’t written it, I’ll tell you how I would write it if I did.

This is absolutely hilarious to me, because first of all - you're making my revisit past sins. Thanks for that LOL. I obviously have never written a GW WH AU, nor will I ever do so. The source material is just like... so wildly different.

But I guess if I were gonna give Winterhawk giant mecha robots with which to fight for interspace colonial freedom, I'd have to give Bucky Heavyarms because like - guns. Just. So many fucking guns. That mecha never made a damn bit of sense guys, WHERE did he get the ammunition. Also it did have a mecha-sized army knife. So yeah, Heavyarms for Bucky.

(This was a tough choice though because the original pilot was an orphaned circus kid, so like. You see my difficulty here.)

Which obviously means that I have to figure something else out for Clint, and like, unfortunately none of the Gundams had a bow (at least, not in Gundam Wing). So. I've decided he gets to have Deathscythe, mainly because fighting with a giant energy beam scythe is like. The stupidest thing I have ever heard of, but also it looks so badass? And the original pilot put on a laughing, jokester personality that masked some seriously badass skills and also a terrible childhood, so that fits you know? Seemingly outdated weaponry that somehow manages to be extremely effective while play-acting as an idiot? Yeah. That's where we're at.

Thanks for asking me!!!

(PS @claraxbarton thoughts welcome XD)

[queeringclassiclit]

Which adaptation of Sherlock Holmes is the most queer?

*not including House M.D. because it's not really an adaptation, or any overtly queer pastiches like My Dearest Holmes or The Adventure of the Furtive Festivity because that's not really a fair contest

[godspeedviper]

can you please do headcanons of spencer reid with a goth gf please please please

KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH ANON THIS IS A WONDERFUL IDEA YES!!!

• Penelope introduced you two at a Halloween party one year and you've been inseparable ever since.

• At first the rest of the team was confused, but later realized that both had a lot in common. Spencer loves Halloween as much as you do, if not more.

• You share joint custody of various band tshirts. He likes to wear them on his days off, and you like to wear them when he's gone on a case.

• He keeps all the CD playlists you've made for him in his car. Whenever you're a passenger you're in charge of the music. He won't admit it but some of the songs have really grown on him.

• You could hear him ramble on about morbid facts for hours. He loves that you never seem to be tired of his ramblings and feels most comfortable around you, knowing that you won't try to shut him down or think he's weird.

• Both of you go to conventions together and you always help him dress up. While nobody would guess at first glance, you also really like Doctor Who.

• Every time the two of you are casually out for a date you turn heads. Strangers can't help but stare at the mismatched looking couple holding hands. They're unaware of how perfectly you two complete each other.

• He loves your outfits. He loves seeing you get ready for a night out. You're always so excited to dress up and he thinks that just makes you all the more radiant and beautiful.

Ao3 || Guidelines || WiPs || Ko-Fi

[cb-writes-stuff]

Look at my new kibby she will heal your soul :3

Kibby :3

Can someone tag that account that identifies cat patterns, I’m curious

[mymiraclewitch]

Okay, I have a couple of headcanon for ghosts, specifically Hetty and her painter suitor, and I needed to tell people who have seen the series and not from me telling them the lore for them to understand the HC.

• The painting we are shown is not the only painting there is of Hetty. I want that man to have gone on and become a famous painter, and most if not all of his famous pieces are of her. Like Sam and Jay, get some kind of ad or brochure mailed to them about a "special exhibit," and the cover of it is of their girl hetty!

• Her painting is to come out of the basement, and it has replaced Elise's painting since she did, in fact, build that house.

• When they hang the painting, there is a plaque explaining who Hetty is and how she built the house and all that jazz.

• I fully believe that hetty and her painter met because he was commissioned by her father to paint her portrait, and sparks flew once they met. (That would make such a great meet cute)

• He also let her in on the creative process of the painting and basically introduced her to the fact that she can make decisions for herself and is allowed a voice.

• They fully had secret meetings by the lake on the house property, and he would sketch her in the sunlight and all that romantic shit

• The painters name is Thomas, and Hetty ended up naming her son that bc she was allowed very few choices in her life and wanted to name her son after her first love and the man that let her make her own choices.

I have a crap ton more HC's, but this post is getting too long, so I might make another post. What are yalls headcanons? What do yall think? I want to know. Also, I will gladly talk ghosts with anyone, my DMs are open

[fleetways]

response to this. chimera baby has her shounen moment

does she have what it takes? find out next time on dragon ball z @sonic-oc-showdown!

[babybluebex]

billy knight breeding kink billy knight breeding kink billy knight breeding kink

anything for you, my dearest <3 hope you enjoy! cw breeding kink (duh), surprisingly sweet yet feral sex with billy

“Alright,” you started suddenly, setting down your book on the coffee table. “Spill it.” 

“Huh?” Billy asked, looking startled. “Spill what?” 

“You’ve got something on your mind,” you told him. “I don’t know what it is, but you’ve been acting like this all week, and I’m starting to get worried. What’re you thinking about, lovie?” 

“M’not thinking about anything,” Billy told you. “Just watching telly.” 

“You’re looking at the telly, but you’re not watching it,” you said. “Your gaze is all unfocused, and the subtitles have been behind and you haven’t said anything about it. I just want to make sure you’re alright.” 

“I’m alright, I swear,” Billy told you. “Just… Yeah, just thinking, I guess.”

“What about?” you asked. You moved closer to him, and you set your hand on his arm, rubbing your thumb across his freckled skin. “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.” 

“It’s…” Billy started, and he shook his head. “It’s stupid. It’s really dumb, but I… I was thinking about you.” 

“Me?” you said, your eyes growing wide. “What about me? Surely, it’s something good, right?” 

“Yes, of course,” Billy said. “It’s nothing but good. Well, maybe you won’t see it that way, but… I was thinking about… Nah, it’s— I can’t tell you, it’s embarrassing.” 

“You don’t have to tell me,” you reminded him, and Billy shook his head, his longish hair bouncing. You liked his hair, but you secretly were not a huge fan of how, the longer his hair got, the looser his curls got. At the length it was now, just at his chin, his curls were all but nonexistent, and you missed being able to twirl a springy curl around your finger as you cuddled. 

“I want to tell you,” Billy said. “I just can’t… Look at you while I say it.” 

“Alright,” you chuckled lightly. You turned away from him, settling your back towards his face, but you reached back and took his fingers in yours, squeezing lightly. “What’s on your mind, darling?” 

“I…” Billy started. He cleared his throat, and he mumbled, “I think I want a baby with you.” 

Before you could stop yourself, you whipped your head back around to look at Billy. You knew that your face was betraying you, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth agape, and Billy squinted his eyes shut. “See!” he said. “It’s stupid,  shouldn’t have—”

“Billy, baby, no,” you told him quickly. “It’s not stupid, honey, it’s not. I just— That was not what I was expecting you to say at all, I’m just… Shocked. A baby? When did you start thinking about this?”

“Just recently,” Billy said. “You remember when we were in the shop a few weeks ago, and that baby kept staring at me?” You could hardly remember the incident, but you nodded all the same. “The baby had brown eyes.” 

“Okay…” you started. “Why does that make you think about having a baby with me?” 

“I have brown eyes,” Billy said. “It got me thinking about what our baby would have, if they’d have brown eyes like me or… Y’know? And then I thought about you as a mother, holding my baby, kissing his cheeks and adoring him and… And then I started thinking about how you’d look pregnant, and I-I don’t know, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that ever since.”

“Oh, Billy,” you said softly. He really had given it a lot of thought, and you frowned as you considered just how long he had been thinking about it without telling you, suffering in silence. “And you’ve thought about this for weeks? Darling.” 

“I know, I know,” Billy mumbled. “It’s dumb of me to, like, be fantasizing about having a baby, I can hardly take care of myself, and here I am, wanting a baby. I just… I don’t know. Sorry, I told you it was stupid.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” you told him quickly. “It’s okay to have little fantasies and want things, like, there’s a term for wanting a baby; ‘baby fever’, y’know? But fantasizing and actually wanting to try for a baby are different. Which one is it?” 

Billy sighed, and he chewed on his thumbnail nervously. “I guess I just want to be close to you,” he said. “I don’t know. Maybe we should just get a cat instead. “

“Billy,” you said. “Tell me, don’t dodge the question. Do you really want to try for a baby?”

Billy hesitated, then slowly nodded, and you rubbed his arm comfortingly. “Well,” you started. “Just because we… Try, doesn’t mean that we have to have a baby. You know what I mean? We can, like, act it out and everything.”

“I don’t want to act it out,” Billy sighed. “I want a baby with you. This isn’t a matter of me just wanting to-to fuck you and fill you up, this is me legitimately waning a family with you and a life, and… I don’t know. It’s stupid.” 

“Stop saying that,” you told him. “It’s not stupid. You have such a big heart, Bill, my love, and you have so much love to give. I love that you want this, especially with me, but I don’t… I’m not sure I’m ready for a baby. I’m just not sure I’d be a good mother.”

“You’d be an amazing mum,” Billy assured you. “If the way you take care of me is any indication, our baby will always be healthy and loved and reminded to take his meds on time.” That drew a chuckle out of you, and you leaned in and softly kissed Billy’s shoulder. “Can we try? Just try. It’s like you said, just because we try doesn’t mean we actually have a baby.”

You had no doubts about Billy as a father— you knew him to be loving and kind and gentle— but you were still worried. “But there’s—“ 

“We can figure out everything when there’s actually a baby to worry about,” Billy told you. “You know what I mean? It’s one step at a time.” 

“Billy, I love you,” you told him, squeezing his arm. “Are you absolutely sure? Because, y’know, it only takes one time, what if the first time is the time?” 

“Then, that’ll be it,” Billy said. “We won’t have to try anymore. I’m sure, my love. I really want a baby with you.”

You sighed, and you nodded. “Alright then,” you said. “We can try for a baby.”

Billy’s face flushed pink, and his eyes went back to the telly as he put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close to his body. He smelled good, like his cologne and fresh laundry, and you listened as Billy said, “When do you want to start?” 

“We can start now,” you offered, and you laughed as Billy’s eyes bulged out of his head with shock. “Well, you said you wanted to!” 

“I do,” Billy said.”I just wasn’t expecting you to be so… Ready! Yeah, let’s get started.” 

Billy grinned, and he swooped in and kissed you, his lips soft and warm against yours, and you cupped his cheek with your hand as he deepened the kiss, turning his head and letting his tongue press gently into your mouth. He hummed in satisfaction, and he broke the kiss after a moment as his eyes fluttered open. “I love you,” he whispered, and he put his hands on your hips, pulling at your pants, obviously wanting you closer to him. You threw your leg over his waist and settled yourself to sit atop him, and you leaned down to kiss him again. His scruffy facial hair scratched up your cheeks and chin, but you loved the burn, greedily kissing your boyfriend as if someone was coming to take him from you. But no— Billy was yours, and he was here, and he was tugging at your shirt to pull it up and over your head. You laughed and broke the kiss to help him, and Billy refocused on your chest, moving to kiss your supple skin that peeked above the cups of your bra. 

His deft fingers quickly undid the clasp of your bra from behind your back, and you smiled down at him and smoothed down his frizzy hair lovingly as he leaned forward and carefully licked at your nipple, teasing your sensitive skin. You rippled and melted, and your head tilted to glance at the ceiling as you moaned softly. “Billy,” you whispered. “Fuck.”

“You taste so good,” Billy whispered. 

“You…” you started, but Billy lathed his tongue across your nipple, and he sealed his lips around your pebbled bud and sucked hard, making you squeal. “Bill!”

“God,” Billy hummed. “Thinking about what you’ll look like when you get all big with my baby. You’ll be glowing every day, so beautiful, and, when we’re out together, everyone will know exactly what we’ve done and what you let me do to you. Would you like that? You want everyone to know?” 

“Yes,” you mumbled as Billy switched to your other nipple. His eyes were big and round and wet as he looked up at you, watching your face as he suckled at your tit, and you added, “Want everyone to know I’m yours.” 

“Good,” Billy said. “I like to hear that. Do you want me to get you pregnant here, or on the bed?” 

A bolt of lightning ran through your body and settled all tingly in your cunt, and you whimpered, “Wherever you want.” 

“Hey,” Billy said firmly. “Whatever you want. You’re the one who’s going to be carrying the baby and going through everything. Whatever is most comfortable for you is what we’re going to do.” 

He was too good to you. You lifted his head to look at you and you kissed him, and Billy keened up into your kiss, moaning softly as you rolled your hips down onto him. He was hard in his sweatpants, pressing up against your core, and you pulled away from his mouth with a soft smack of your lips. “Right here,” you told him. “Might be the last time we get to have really dirty sex for a while.”

“Dirty, eh?” Billy chuckled. “You want me to fuck you dirty, baby? Tell me what you want.” 

“I just want you,” you told him. “I don’t care how, I just need you, Billy.”

Billy shushed you, kissing you again, and he whispered, “Baby, tell me what you want. Don’t be afraid of it.” 

“I…” you started. You knew that Billy wouldn’t judge you for the things you wanted, that wasn’t the problem; the problem came when you had to admit to yourself that there was something that you wanted. You weren’t used to being selfish, and even admitting that you wanted Billy was a step above what you were used to. You took a deep breath and looked Billy deep in his eyes, feeling comforted by the deep browns, and you said, “I want to see you… So, missionary, I guess. And I don’t want you to be gentle and sweet, I want you to really fuck me. Make me feel it for the next few days. Make our neighbors have to bang on the wall to keep us quiet.”

“Mhm,” Billy agreed, his hands skating up your body to grab at your tits. “Anything else, beautiful?” 

“No,” you said. “Just that.”

“Perfect,” Billy said. He leaned up and kissed you again, soft and quick, and he pulled away to strip his shirt off, exposing his soft chest and belly to you. You loved Billy’s body, as much as he hated it, and you slid off of his lap to kneel between his legs. Your fingers itched to undo his belt and tug down his pants, and Billy lifted his hips to aid you in undressing him. His cock was already half-hard, laying thick and heavy between his legs, and your mouth watered at the sight. 

“Can I…?” you asked, and Billy nodded, cupping the back of your head with his palm. Your mouth fell upon him in an instant, kissing his warm shaft and licking at his heavy balls, and he moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. You took the throbbing head of his cock between your lips and gently sucked, just enough to make Billy’s hips flex, and you took him deeper, wanting more of a reaction. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Billy moaned, his hand on the back of your head controlling you as you took him further into your mouth. You only stopped when you felt him touch the softness in the back of your throat, and you fell off of him with a gasp. Before he could even ask if you were alright, you went right back to him, suckling on his head as your hands went to gently massage his balls. Spit coated your lips as you started to bob your head on him, really sucking him down, and the slide of him in your mouth only made you groan and Billy moan. “Good girl, taking me so deep… Fuck me, your mouth is so good.” 

Your lips made a popping sound as you pulled off of him, gasping for breath, and you spit down onto his cock as your hand wrapped around him and started to jerk him off quickly. You wanted him fully hard before he got inside you and, so far, it seemed to be working. His cock was hot to the touch, his skin soft over his hardness, and every time your fingers brushed his sensitive head, he groaned and tossed his head back as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, love…” Billy muttered. “Gonna let me in your cunt soon?” 

You nodded, licking up the spurts of pre-cum that his cock was leaking, and you started to stand up. Your aching knees protested with a quick pop, and you groaned softly, and Billy, ever the attentive boyfriend, grabbed at your hip and looked at you with wide, worrying eyes. “You alright?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“Never better,” you told him. “Fuck me, Billy, please.” 

You laid down on the couch next to him, taking down your pants, and your cunt pulsed as Billy situated himself over you, jacking himself off slowly as he greedily watched you open your legs for him. He reached out and gently let his fingers run across your slit, wet and aching for him, and he grunted as he brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and licked at them. “God, you taste good,” Billy whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you told him, and you grinned as Billy gave you a smile. He was excited, you could tell, and you pulled him down by his neck to kiss him. “Put a baby in me, Billy, please.” 

“Mmm,” Billy hummed against your lips, and he let out a little chuckle. “I almost told you to wait and let me get a condom, but… Sorta defeats the purpose, huh?” 

“Yeah, it would,” you giggled, and you watched as Billy pressed the head of his cock against your winking hole, waiting for him to fill you. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest at the impending pleasure, and your head fell back in ecstasy as Billy slowly rolled his hips forward, filling you carefully. You moaned at the stretch of him, anchoring yourself in his hair, and Billy reached up to grab hard at your hips to control his slow entry. Every inch of him brought the feeling anew, and you whined a little as he filled you completely, his balls touching your ass as he nestled his hips fully against you. 

“Look at you,” Billy cooed. “Taking it all, what a fuckin’ sight. You ready?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, already feeling fuzzy, and you moaned softly as Billy pulled his hips back. He rocked forward, filling you again, and you closed your legs around his waist to tug him even deeper, your heels shoving into his ass to urge him deeper. “More, baby, more.” 

Billy started to gain speed, pushing and pulling, ebbing and flowing, working his body against yours and pulling every tendril of pleasure from you. You moaned and keened into him, tugging him into sloppy kisses with every thrust, and soon the electricity began to gather in your belly. How the fuck were you so close already? You suppose you had never had any sort of truly sensual sex with Billy before— sure, you had made love before, but nothing like this. 

“Fuck, I’m close!” you cried, and Billy’s hand went to your cunt, his fingers finding your clit in an instant and rubbing lightly, just giving you enough sensation to make your thighs tremble. 

“Already?” Billy asked. “Even I last longer than that.”

“Shut up,” you huffed out a laugh, and Billy smiled. “I can’t help it that you’re doing everything right.” 

“Boosting my ego, are we?” Billy asked. “I love when you get like this.”

“Like what?” you asked. “Praising you and shit?” 

“Exactly,” Billy said. “Telling me that you’re enjoying this and that you’re having a good time… It makes me feel good that you feel good.” 

“Such a people pleaser,” you told him with a kiss, and Billy’s cock throbbed inside you. He moaned suddenly, as if caught off guard, and his chest flushed red. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I just like when you kiss me.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” you told him. “I think it’s cute.” 

“Really?” Billy asked. “M’sorry, I just— Sorry, I—”

“I love you,” you told him, and Billy gave you a goofy, lopsided grin. 

“I love you too,” he told you. “ Gonna let me get you pregnant? Gonna let me fill you up?”

“Yes, Billy, fuck,” you whimpered. “Fuck me, give me a baby.” 

“I’ll give you all the babies you want,” Billy said. His teeth were gnashed together as he fucked you, holding you firmly and keeping you in place, and the couch creaked under you in time with his hard thrusts. “God, I can’t wait until we have this little one running around.  What’re you thinking for names?” 

“W-Well,” you started, stuttering as his cock nestled straight into your spot inside you, sending sparks flying through your body. “I wanna name them after you. William for a boy, Willa for a girl.” 

“Really?” Billy asked, his eyes widening. “You really wanna do that?” 

“Of course,” you said. “I love you more than words can say, why wouldn’t I want to honor you?”

“You’re so sweet,” Billy chuckled, pushing inside you and making you gasp softly. “I like the name Rosemary for a girl… And I haven’t ever thought about a boy’s name. I’ve just always imagined having a little girl, if I ever had kids. I’ve never seen myself as a boy dad.” 

“I guess we’ll have to see,” you said. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close, a little faster?” 

“F’course,” Billy nodded, and he sped up his thrusts, his belly quivering as you tightened around him. Now, every thrust hit that spot inside you, and you whimpered as the electricity grew and grew. Eventually, the sparks and fire boiled over, and you tugged Billy into a kiss as your body betrayed you, shaking and quivering. 

“Billy!” you whined, your back arching up into him, and Billy leaned down and licked at your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth again and sucking hard. You gasped, pulling at his hair as you tried to anchor yourself down to earth, and Billy whimpered as his cock flexed.

“M’cumming—” he groaned around your nipple, and you felt him shudder before he came hard, filling you to the brim as he continued to thrust into you, his hips stuttering and faulting as he neared the end of his orgasm. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck…” 

“God,” you sighed, your heart racing inside your chest. “You’re amazing, Billy, I love you.” 

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” Billy whispered. His forehead was dotted with sweat, and you reached up to mop it up with your wrist as you giggled. 

“I love you so much,” you told him, and Billy gave you a watery smile. His hips were still moving slowly, fucking his cum deep into you, and you closed your eyes and sighed as overstimulation started to set into your bones and joints. “Alright, I love this, but I’m starting to—”

“Shit, sorry,” Billy said quickly, and he pulled out of you, letting his cum drip from your tired hole. 

“No, you’re okay,” you told him quickly. “It was just starting to be a lot.” 

“Sorry,” Billy told you. “Thank you for… For this. For being so cool about doing this for me.” 

“I want this too,” you told him. “I can’t wait until we have this baby together.” 

It wasn’t long before you decided to take a pregnancy test. You and Billy had been hard at work trying to make a baby, and, as soon as your first missed period passed, you decided that you couldn’t wait any longer to know. You went to the shop on the corner and bought one of those plastic tests, and you brought it home. “Billy!” you called, trying to find your boyfriend in the flat, and he quickly popped out of the kitchen. You brandished the box for the test in front of you, and Billy gasped. 

“You think so?” he asked. “My little Rosemary?” 

“Only one way to find out,” you told him. 

The instructions were simple enough, and soon enough, you were sitting on the bathroom counter, waiting the requisite two minutes for the test to confirm whether or not you were pregnant. In two minutes, your whole life was about to change, and you held Billy’s hand tightly. “What if it’s negative?” you asked softly. “What if I can’t get pregnant?” 

“Easy,” Billy mumbled. “Just because it’s negative doesn’t mean you can’t get pregnant, it just means it didn’t happen this time. And we don’t even know if it’s negative. What if it’s positive? What if our Rosemary is there right now, just waiting to meet us?”

“I still want to name her Willa,” you said softly, squeezing Billy’s hand. “I’m so nervous, Bill. Can you read it for me?” 

“I’m nervous too,” Billy said softly. “Has it been two minutes yet?” 

“Not quite,” you said, looking at your phone clock. “Like, thirty more seconds.” 

“We can turn the spare room into her nursery,” Billy started to muse, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “Just imagine it, done up all pink with cute little rabbits everywhere. How precious would that be?” 

“Pink bunnies are cute,” you said lightly. “But what if it’s a boy?” 

“Blue bunnies,” Billy said easily. “Or we can go gender-neutral and do yellow bunnies. I’ve thought about this, lovie. I love you, and whatever this test says, it won’t change that.” 

You sighed, looking down and seeing that the two minutes had in fact passed, and you squeezed your eyes shut nervously as you grabbed the plastic test. “Oh, I can’t look,” you groaned. “Billy—”

Carefully, Billy took your hands into his, and you buried your head in his neck as he turned the test over to look at the small window. He was quiet for a long moment, only swallowing thickly, and he finally kissed your head. “Hi there, Rosemary,” he whispered, and you gasped. “It’s your daddy. Can you hear me yet? God, I can’t wait to meet you. I love you.” 

“Is it—” you started, and you looked out from Billy’s neck to the test. Two lines. You were pregnant. “Oh my God. Oh my God, Billy!” 

“It worked,” Billy smiled. “God, I’m so in love with you.” 

“I—” you started, and your happy tears started to fall. “I’m gonna be a mum.”

“And what a mum you’ll be,” Billy said, burying a kiss in your hair. “What an amazing mum our baby’s got.” 

[sick-ada]

agent 3 isnt very popular with the other agents

[pinkcows5]

hey guys. requests are officially open, though i will be closing them if i need to catch up!

[kangofu-cb]

do you think you'll ever write more halfway house? love it sm and been rereading recently

I do! I am!

The next part is actually partially written?

It's just that I have had a truly crippling amount of depression that I'm only just starting to navigate out of, so writing has been really difficult.

But messages like these are so wonderful and so motivating, and they really make me WANT to write more, so thank you so much! I really glad you love that series, it's my favorite one. Here's a tiny snippet from the next part:

When it was all said and done, Clint had downed ten unidentified agents, and the tiny girl-child he’d been protecting had crawled underneath the heavy wood desk with her crystal paperweight and her fear. 

“Hey,” Clint said, coming around the edge of the desk cautiously. Rumlow had called out the all-clear, and Natasha said she’s got the data they came for and Bishop besides, and Clint crouched low, pushing the leather office chair out of the way. “You’re safe, you wanna come out?”

The kid tased him. 

[beatheturtleandearthling]

psst hi hi !! I haven’t watched CBS ghosts yet but did Isaac get sucked off to the afterlife or is he still with the other ghosts because why do I never see him in any recent CBS ghosts media or fanart where they draw everyone except Isaac :-(

(I’m assuming Isaac is the one that Nigel married but broke up with)

The dude in the red coat is Nigel and the dude in the blue coat is Isaac! Isaac never got sucked off, and neither did Nigel. Lots of people aren't drawing Isaac I guess because Isaac left Nigel at the alter and broke apart nisaac. That's just my guess, but I'll draw Isaac!

[xofemeraldstars]

very grateful for your swat posting i do not want to watch the whole show right now but i need to see lou

hee hee glad you're enjoing it 🤗 here have more rocker 🥰

[fymo-blogs]

Circus baby stimboard

Themes ; Red, clowns, parties, ice cream, circus

The scooperrrrrr

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Circus Baby stimboard

Requested by: @the-bite-of-87-lol

Themes: Clowns, parties, ice cream

Song:

[cb-writes-stuff]

*boop*

You boop me? You boop CB? Oh! Oh!

[lellalombardiapologist]

may I present you... four stages of Nigel!

[noahschnappinfs]

a lovely pic of the boys at con

https://www.instagram.com/p/DBZDu_VvfqA/?igsh=MWJiOTN1eG1teGY5Mw%3D%3D&img_index=1

noah already said it: “this is family” and their bond totally shines through in this pic