#cheekiness

[bearhedge]

Bear: I'm going to eat pie now.

Hedgy: Okay.

Bear: No objections? You're okay with that!? I'm going to have ten pies now.

Hedgy: Goodness!!! After you're done with them ...you'll be like: "Babe...I feel my tummy is barely holding things together." --- and kind of sound really miserable.

Bear: I have two stomachs! One is for dessert.

Bear: That's a normal thing people say! That when they enjoy dessert they would say they have two stomachs.

Hedgy: That's going on a post! Can I put it as a post?

[3 Minutes Later]

Bear: I'll send you a study. That explains why I regularly have space for desert.

The study Bear mentions is referenced here.

[rearobservatories]

Follow your excitement, especially when it is a bouncy booty. You will find many experiments that will lead to your greatest discoveries. :P

[frau-wilhelm-klink]

A friend of mine said these would make great prompts, so without further ado, I present to you...things Hogan could say in response to "Who is this man?"

"I'm an American prisoner of war, sir."

"Colonel Hogan, Sen -" *blinks rapidly a few times after Hochstetter snaps that he knows who Hogan is* "Then why'd you ask?"

*after looking Hochstetter up and down* "Judging by your rank and age, I'm someone who's better at his job than you."

*faux injured voice* "Aw, and here I thought we had something special."

"I'm a full colonel. See, these eagles mean I outrank you twice over, same as Kommandant Klink does." *under his breath* "Not that he ever remembers that."

"I'm hurt, Major. Did you really forget me so easily?"

"Oh, I'm a prisoner of the Luftwaffe. Why are you here?"

"I'm the one you have an unhealthy obsession with."

And in response to "What is this man doing here?"

"You know, I've been asking myself that same question. Must be the country club ambience."

"I'd love to leave, but neither Colonel Klink nor ol' Bubblehead will let me."

"Currently wasting valuable time I could be using to plan my escape, what about you?"

"Excuse me, I happen to live here." *huffs* "The nerve of some people, making a fella feel unwelcome in his own home."

"Considering you're a Gestapo officer in a Luft Stalag, I think I should be asking you that question."

"Well you see, my furlough request was denied, so here I am."

"Hey, it's not my fault! Blame the 'illustrious Luftwaffe' for that one."

"Sorry for the inconvenience, Major, but the Americans hit rush hour tank traffic on the way to pick me up. Expect a year or two delay."

If anyone uses one or more of these, kindly tag me so I can read the story. Thanks😁

[poorlydrawnmcyt]

Another episode of That’s Not My Hermit bc I’m obsessed

Part 1

[felinefractious]

🐱 Bengal

📸 Thomas Zak Mason [Cheeky Monkey Bengals]

🎨 Black Rosetted Tabby

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[ihopeicanchangethislater05]

OH myGOD +

overanalyzing everything core

thank you prime for that detailed description

[akanemnon]

It could get worse and it DID get worse

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[theeprincethatwaspromised]

[illustratedvixens]

[rearobservatories]

A lovely submission from heyjustwanna. Her beautiful bum in this lighting has given us some great ideas at the observatory. Thank you, Love.

@heyjustwanna

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Can someone please write a fic about that one scene where stiles grabs Derek’s face in magic bullet.

Where although he was out of it Derek could feel stiles fingers trail across his face. He could feel how softly and careful stiles was in that one moment. It had been the first touch from a human, from anyone, that did not cause Derek pain.

And when Derek wakes up he’s just obsessed with being touched by stiles again because he remembered how good it felt, how finally someone touched him and it didn’t hurt. Derek refused to wash his face for like three days after this because stiles had unknowingly scent marked him, and he couldn’t make himself get rid of the scent. How it made Derek feel like he wasn’t alone.

This action makes Derek’s wolf believe that stiles is pack, (stiles is the first pack Member!!) and he just keeps ending up in embarrassing situations trying to get stiles attention and his hands and him.

He probably just ends up blurting it out at stiles one day. Or maybe after killing Peter, he just get handle the weight of being alone, of killing the last member of his family, of being touched by Kate, of being hurt.

So he drags his body to stiles house and just gets on his knees and begs stiles to touch him, to make it stop hurting.

And stiles knows how hard it is to lose a family member so he does. He doesn’t think this will happen again, he just understands that Derek needs comfort. But Derek comes back over and over again and every time begs stiles to touch him. And stiles does, every time.

It becomes a comfort thing for the both of them, stiles running his fingers over the planes of Derek’s face. Derek gets to relax in the one place he’s safe, listening to stiles humming or muttering and the beat of his heart. It becomes a need, but soon stiles touching Derek isn’t enough, Derek wants to touch stiles. He wants to return the favour, he wants to scent mark stiles back. So everyone will know that stiles is claimed, that he is protected by an alpha who would kill for him. And he gets the chance to on the anniversary of stiles mother’s death.

Stiles is just so tired, his dad is working, will be all night. Scott is with Allison, and stiles doesn’t have the energy to beg him to pick him tonight. So he goes to Derek; Stiles isn’t really sure what this arrangement that he and Derek have but tonight he is the one who needs. He drives to the hale house and ends up sobbing by the time he gets there. He’s just sitting in the jeep in front of the hale house and he can’t move. And suddenly Derek is there.

Derek was already worried when he could hear the engine of the jeep pull up but when it turned off and all Derek could hear was stiles crying, he moved without thinking. He yanked the driver side door open and his heart broke. Stiles was sitting there trying to calm himself down, rubbing the tears from his face but nothing was working. So when stiles turned his head to him, eyes pleading and whining, Derek picked him up and carried him bridal style into the house. Derek just holds him for hours, memorizing the way stiles feels under his fingertips.

In the aftermath Stiles makes one joke about being a blushing bride (due to the blush on his face and being carried bridal style) and Derek is just hit with a vision of being married to stiles. Of being about to always be allowed to touch stiles and blue screens. Unfortunately Derek wolf takes this as expressed agreement that stiles is mated and married to them.

Derek buys rings the next day. Sure it takes him a few more years to propose but it’s the thought that counts. (Cocky Derek hale who flirts with stiles by calling him his pretty little wife, just to see stiles blush a pretty pink for him. But one day stiles responds that he doesn’t have a ring, so Derek just gives it to him.)

[kwistowee]

#cheeky flirt

[dekariosclan]

Professor Gale Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy: Now, class, I believe I’ve shared with you how I was kidnapped on a Nautiloid, hmm? How I teamed up with a group of adventurers, found the love of my life, saved all of Faerun? And how, through all of that, I still managed to focus on learning whatever new spells were made available to me, even if they required intensive study?

Students: *nodding*

Gale: Excellent. *shuffles papers in his hands, looks down at them, frowns* Then you’ll understand why I’m a tad irritated that half of you couldn’t be bothered to complete your assignments because *squints at papers* ‘your Tressym ate your homework’? *Looks up at class* Truly? That’s the excuse you’ve decided to go with? I myself used to come up with some very creative tales, but I know for a fact that you all do not have Tressyms!

Student: It wasn’t our Tressym that ate it, Professor Dekarios. It was yours.

Gale: …

Gale: *turns to shout over his shoulder* TARA! A WORD PLEASE

[somepotatoes]

[captain-flint]

Tommy 'smooth af' Kinard