#clownie's crushes

[circusgoth-dotcom]

a spongebob self insert for my younger self, he's a sea urchin :3

[clownmoontoon]

JAX PLS 😭💔

[balloonboyismyson]

Okay out of all spongebob whose the most likely to get springlocked

FIRST OF ALL THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED

SECOND of all.... Squidward. I think moving would not be the issue, but I think he would be so panicked that his breathing, shaking and heartbeat could set the springlocks off. He may also RUSH to get the suit off which would ALSO set them off

Here are my reasons why the others would NOT/not DIE from springlocking:

Sandy would probably know the EXACT amount she can move in the suits safely, but even then she would absolutely not actually get IN one

Mr. Krabs would TOTALLY get springlocked but his shell would probably break them, so if he got hurt I think the injuries would only be minor. HOWEVER, like Sandy he would NOT get in it, but he WOULD make someone ELSE wear it

Spongebob I think could get springlocked bc of his heartbeat, but he would end up totally fine. He is a sponge therefore he is like almost invincible. Have you have cleaned a knife w a sponge? The sponge would have to be pretty old to even get damaged. They may tickle him but like other than that I think he would overall be okay. Mentally? HELL no! But physically? Yes. Getting him OUT of the suit after a springlocking without hurting him, though, would be the biggest hurdle.

Now PATRICK. Patrick patrick patrick. This man is the quintessential DUMBASS. however. I think with SHEER LUCK he would survive. Bro is BOUNCING, SINGING, RUNNING. but he is ALIVE. how? I have NO idea! but this man will NOT die from it, doctors hate him!

[anticapitalistclown]

clownie can i request some lookism men fav positions

add Gun if you don't mind ty~

Sure!

asked a friend who doesn't watch lookism to choose 4 men so we have this (she chose Beolgu at first lmao) (James girlies you're only lucky she has chosen him bc she's a GD stan)

Gun, James, Jake, Vasco and Vin Jin favorite positions, smut headcanons

Jong Gun: doggy style

He is a vicious man that would never reject any way of sex, he says he has no favorites, yet you always find yourself on all fours, his grip forcing you to exaggerate the arch; sometimes with your face against the pillow and his hand grabbing the back of your neck if you're tired.

There's something about watching the curve of your back, how your ass slaps against his pelvis, how his dick gets shallowed inside you that gets him all riled up. With this position he always finds that spot.

If you turn your face to see him with your cute eyes and that expression covered in pleasure, man has to pray in order to not cum right at the spot.

James Lee: missionary

The old missionary is his favorite, it allows him to take control of you and his pace, and gives him the chance to show adoration of your body.

He loves kissing you while having you in a mating press, your legs spread being held by him, his pace being monstrously and toe-curling satisfying, your brain already melted while he praises you between kisses.

You know he loves being on top of you, how tiny you feel under him, and you always see that exited look he gives every time he is inside you, how his eyes secretly travel down to see how you're taking him, how he makes that bulge on your stomach, that sight makes him harder if it could even be possible.

Jake Kim: cowgirl

He is not someone who thinks much of sex, so at first he just did the classic postures, old missionary and not much more than that... Yet, the day you just got on top of him and rode it like a champ, you changed his whole perspective.

He loves when you take control, how you use him for your pleasure, the way your body moves on top of him, if it were for him, you could use him all day. His grip on your hips is strong, Jake always helps you to continue for a bit more, encouraging you with words of praise.

Although you're on control, keeping a man like him still would need some chains, he can't help but kiss you, having his hands teasing you or holding at your hips, helping you set with a harder pace.

Vasco (Euntae Lee): spooning

Like Jake, he just isn't someone who thinks much of sex, Euntae just follows the basic and instinctive, the position is the last he thinks of while making love to you. Yet he would be lying if he said nothing comes up to his mind when a favorite position is asked, there's something about spooning that makes him hornier.

Maybe it's because of the intimacy and the romance it holds, how his hands cup every erogenous part of your body, how his lips kiss your neck and feel your moans, how you tangle your legs with his and when he places his hand on your lower stomach feeling himself inside you, he just loves the access he has on your body.

While making love to you, he also likes when you command him to touch you, both praising each other, showing how much appreciation you have for one another. After you both reach your high, he stays in the position, cuddling you with care.

Vin Jin: full nelson

He might show a rude appearance, yet, on the intimacy he was a bit scared of hurting you, that lasted until you both got more confident with sex. You knew he is strong and has knowledge and experience with wrestling so you just got the idea of trying a position

A position he LOVES, he loves showing you his strength, he loves having you crushed in his arms, he loves pleasuring you and most important, the fucked up face you make when you become too overstimulated.

It's not really a position you both usually do, he rather prefers to keep it for special occasions, especially when you don't have anything to do for the next days so you can recover.

[hey-august]

Anywayyyyyyy being at a haloween or some other masked event idfk the moral of the story is fucking a masked buggy and not realizing it was them until you hear their voice or them saying something reminiscent of ur time together 👀👀👀

Anon, yes. Any reason for a masked party, please.

Halloween, Cross Guild masquerade party, Buggy Pirates version of a Venetian Carnival, a twist on Feast of Fools - hosted by our lovely Flashy Fool. Now we're delving into some Gatsby party shit and I am here for it.

WC: ~300 Warnings: nsfw, buggy x gn!reader, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol (after sex), manual stimulation - gn and male

On the one hand, we can have Buggy discarding his clowny aesthetic for the event.

But let's twist it. Buggy is not the only clown in attendance. There are others wearing masks with bulbous red noses, plenty of jesters and goofballs, pierrots, mimes, and other brightly colored jokesters.

This way, Buggy can mess around all he wants. And fuck who he wants, without feeling self-conscious, or overthinking the weirdness that can come with being in a position of power.

You benefit from this surreptitious hook-up by indulging in your embarrassing clown-kink. Plus you get to walk (stumble) away with some wonderful inspiration for the fantasies you take to bed every night, in place of a certain pirate captain that you're crushing on.

From bonding over what little chit-chat could be heard over party noises, to sweaty bodies and heavy breathing, all the way to one last glass of bubbly to cheer a night well-spent, that party becomes a sweet, mystery-flavored memory for both of you.

Until little things start to pile up. The hand on your shoulder carries a familiar weight. Your laughter is like a long-lost song unearthed in Buggy's mind. The pirate's mumbling under his breathe gives you goosebumps. You can almost feel the words against your ear.

None of it is enough for either of you to know for certain.

But there is more than enough to obsess over when you're alone - thinking and thinking until your toes curl and you're out of breath.

Until Buggy has painted the walls in his shower and he's leaning against the cool tiles, waiting for his heart rate to drop.

[bittersweet-kelly]

The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe Malfunction

Summery: You and Henry had been dating for a few awhile now. Both of you had been invited to his friend's costume themed birthday party. Which you mistook for an early Halloween party. While dancing with Henry, you hear something ripping.

Rating: Explict. 18+. Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, size kink, big cock, big balls, hyperspermia, crying, alcohol, descriptive sex, spanking, biting, bulges, alcohol, unprotected sex (Wrap it up), spit, pet names, name calling, female c-word, ripping of clothes, pop culture references.

Word Count: 3,462 (Sorry)

Disclaimer: I do not own Henry or have any connections to Henry. This story was made by me and my own filthy mind from the wanting of henry to ruin me in more ways than one. This is my first fanfiction that I've written and published. I'm usually a role-player on MMOs and online games. Although my first language is English, I have dyslexia so expect grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes and sometimes sentences that could seem confusing. Not beta'd or proof read. Header made by me using pictures on the internet.

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Why, oh, why have you left it to the last minute to try and find a costume for a party you’ve known about for at least two weeks! You spent all day looking around town for something to wear. It’s Halloween how hard could it be to find a costume? As you found out, unless you fit in children's costumes... It was very hard. Heading home you finally remembered you had costumes back from your time in college. 

Rummaging at the back of your closet you fished out a plastic storage box that was rammed with old costumes you wore during your party days. Pulling out the costumes. A flapper, a sexy nurse, a sexy nun. Scoffing at your younger self for the costume choices. You sat on the floor humming and ahhing trying to figure out what to wear. Your thought process was interrupted when your phone buzzed. Reaching for your phone a smile forms across your lips as you read the name that popped up. Opening the message, it reads 

‘Hey baby, can’t wait to see you tonight. 🦁’ Seeing his messages always send your butterflies fluttering. You sat there for a good minute holding the phone to your chest. As the feeling fades and your mind comes crashing back down to reality your face is left with a furrowed brow. Looking back at your phone you typed a message back. 

‘Can’t wait to see you Hen-bear. What you wearing tonight??!’ You waited for an answer that would never arrive. Shrugging your shoulders, you grabbed the Witch outfit. It was Halloween after all, can never go wrong with a Witch. 

After showering and getting yourself ready you get a call from Henry. 

“Hey [your f/n], car will be picking you up in about 10 minutes. Then it will come to mine and we’ll arrive together. See you in a bit, baby." He finished his sentence with a roar, which made you chuckle slightly albeit slightly confused and taken back by it. 

“Okay see you then sweetie." The call ended, and you had 10 minutes to make sure you looked good and presentable. Standing in front of the mirror you look over yourself. Making sure the make-up was right and not too clowny. You wanted to look good after all. Your main concern was the outfit that was a couple of years old... It fitted okay when you were standing still and breathing in slightly... In the years since putting on the witch costume you’d become more of a woman to love. You weren’t fat by any means, but your body was softer and there was more to grab. The black lace and crushed velvet dress hugged your body in all the right places, looking more like Morticia, from the Addams family, than the wicked witch of the west. 

Hearing the car pull up, you make a quick dash for your small handbag. “Housekeys? Check. Lipstick? Check. Aaannndddd... Phone. Three for three.” You gave yourself a small victory cheer before shutting the door and getting in the car. While sitting in the car you do the most English thing anyone does in a taxi or an Uber. “Are you having a nice evening? On for long? Have you got many jobs after this one?" You and the driver small talked for about 30 minutes by the time it took you to get to Henry’s place. While Henry walked down the driver to the car, you were able to ogle at him. He wore a crocheted lion hat that had a tasselled mane that came down to his broad shoulders. A tight Muscletech tee that hugged his muscular frame. The tee looked stretched over his bloated biceps and stuck tightly to his pecs, almost giving the illusion of support. Could his shorts be any shorter, you thought to yourself. A slutty 4-inch seam on the inside showing off his powerful legs. 

As he got in the car, he filled most of the back seat with his mass and might. His legs spread out in different area-codes. “Hey babe." He leaned over pressing his lips to your cheek for a quick kiss before putting his seat belt on. “Looking great." He winked at you, making your toes curl and your fanny to flutter. He then spoke in the voice he uses for when he’s being Geralt of Rivia. “Hmm. Fuck. I do like sorceresses." He then laughed, lightly slapping his massive hand down on your thigh to comfort you. Either your face must have been embarrassed or looking like you’ll pounce on him in the car. Not that the two of you have fooled around in a car before... 

“What’s with the costume?" You ask him, casting your eyes over him once more. Taking in all the mountain of man beside you. Your eyes fell on the large mound at his crotch. Henry was a big guy all over, and sometimes had a hard time hiding his bulge. You quickly butt in before he answers your first question. “Shorts so short, your boxer briefs are sticking out passed them." You chuckle, playfully nudging him with a hand of yours only for said hand to be engulfed by his mitts as he held yours. Using his thumb to stroke over the back of your soft hands. 

“First of all... I’m a football mascot for England. One of the three Lions." With his free hand he pointed to the Lion hat. “Lion. And football gear." Using his index finger and thumb he plucked at the tight fabric, letting it snap back into place against his body. “Secondly... I’m not wearing boxer briefs. Just briefs... Which." He looked at you with a knowing look. “There’s a lot to fit in them. Can’t wait to take them off." With the same breath he leaned into you again to whisper. “I hope you’re not wearing –any-.” Feeling his stubble tickle the side of your face made you squirm in your seat. The warmth of his breath in your ear. Heavens. You sat there hoping you hadn’t left a wet spot on the seat. Henry’s wish wouldn’t have been hard as you didn’t wear any. The undies you had created the line around your waist and butt cheeks. 

“I didn’t realize football mascots were for Halloween.” You smirked over at him, your eyes drinking in the sight of your lover. Henry’s eyes widened in realization. 

“Fuck!” He threw his head back into the headrest and covered his eyes with his free hand. “I forgot to tell you... It’s not a Halloween party. Derek’s Birthday is close to Halloween and he’s ended up hating it. So when he has a party, it’s things other than Halloween." You started to panic. The last thing you wanted to do was to look out of place. It would be like the scene in Mean Girls where Lindsay Lohan turns up as a ghoul and everyone else looks hot. Cavill laughed to put your mind at ease. “Just say you’re Morticia. That’s from a movie, doesn’t need to be Halloween." He let go of your hand and slipped it behind the small of your back to hold you from a seat away.

Once the both of you get to the location of the party, you toss aside the witches hat you were going to wear. Aren’t a witch no more! Joined at Henry’s hip, due to his hand on your ass, the two of you do the rounds greeting the people and his friends. Usually, your head came to Henry’s chest, something you loved; those furry pillows to rest your head against when he was shirtless. With the heels you wore, you came up to his shoulder. Admittedly both of you liked the size difference. 

After a while you let Henry do his thing. You’ve met his friends a few times, but you weren’t in with the crowd. You find yourself at the bar, just chit chatting to the other girlfriends, all while doing shots and drinking vodka lemonades. Henry comes up to the bar to get a refill on his pint of lager, stealing a kiss every time. Which makes everyone ‘aww’ and giggle at you. 

As the night continued and the more drunk you got, the music started to sound better and better. Plus the kids had all gone to bed, so the real dance floor fillers were coming on. Being drunk enough you wandered on over to Henry when he was speaking to his friends. You grabbed his hand and another gripped his bicep. “’Cuse me, I’m going to steal my boyfriend." Playfully you tugged on Henry’s arm. “I wanna dance with you." You felt Henry’s disapproval. Henry never danced unless he was getting paid to and had choreographed the dance beforehand like his fight scenes. “Please?" You begged, looking up and him with doe eyes. Pleading to him. He scoffed. 

“Fine." He groaned. “But on the way home we’re stopping off for a kebab!" Both of you laughed while making your way over to the floor where people were dancing. Henry mostly stood on the spot, tapping a foot on the ground and throwing a hand up in the air to pump it. Sensing his awkwardness you grabbed both of his hands and then began to dance with him... For him. Feeling flirty, your hands trailed along his torso, every now and then groping his pec muscles to give them a squeeze. It’s only fair, he comes up behind you and reaches around and puts his hands all over yours. Your hands glide down his torso while you lower yourself in front of him, your face now greeting by his crotch as you were crouched in front of him. He simply shook his head while chuckling at your antics. To stand back up, you slowly rose pushing your hips back to make your ass stick out. You then turn around to have your back to him. With your back resting against his front, you slide down his body until you’re crouching again, you turn your head to the side to be knocked by Henry’s bulge in his shorts. How his shorts managed to hold back the mammoth of a cock he had between his legs was a miracle. The fabric was stronger than your mental health. 

You hummed with a smirk across your lips while looking up at him. His eyes filled with lust. If you weren’t surrounded by people, he could have pulled his cock out to slap it against your face. You felt a hand grip your armpit and with his assistance you were standing up straight. “I love how big you are." You whispered loudly due to the music, all while chewing on your bottom lip. 

“I’m glad I wore underwear, otherwise my cock would be sticking out of the bottom of my shorts. And you’ll have to deal with the consequences.” He stared you down; unsure if he was angry with you or trying to keep cool. You shrugged his grip off; you were too drunk to really care about the consequences. Turning back around to face him. The song then called for a ‘drop low’ which you were more than happy to oblige to. Hoping your knees wouldn’t give out as you quickly dropped to the floor in the sophisticated dance move called the ‘Slut Drop’. Over the music you heard this loud ripping noise. Shooting straight back up to stand, your hands reached around behind your back. 

" I think my dress ripped. How bad is it?" You asked Henry to look. He shook his head while laughing. 

“That’s karma." His eyes then fell onto your rather large split. “...”His eyes widened. “It’s barely noticeable." His voice raised an octave. You knew he was lying and it must have been bad! In a panic you rushed off to the toilets, luckily this place had individual unisex toilets that the door could be locked. Once inside you look in the mirror, having your back facing it and your head peering over your shoulder. Henry’s words rung in your ears. ‘It’s barely noticeable...’Your bare ass was on show!!! You cursed yourself! Why did you go to commando? Foolish! The rip started at the midpoint of your lower back and went down all the way to your thighs. Someone tried to open the door. “Honey you in here?" Henry asked. You unlocked the door only to swing it open. Grabbing Henry with both hands to pull him in with you; only to relock it. 

“It’s barely noticeable?! BARELY?!” You confronted him. Henry raised his hands defensively. 

“It’s dark out there... Plus I had strobe lights in my eyes." He deflected. “And here’s you thinking my shorts would be the ones to rip." He tilted his head back to laugh. While you stood at the mirror trying to see how you could salvage the outfit. While your ass was out in the open Henry took the opportunity to slap his hand against your cheek. Leaving a red handprint on it. You let out a yelp as it stung and took you by surprise. "I should sign it like the Walk of Fame." He moved to stand behind you, his hands now on your hips. His grip pulled your hips back so the top of your ass was pressed against his crotch. “Think you can tease me in front of my friends?" He growled in your ear. “Should have fucked you there and then on the floor. Show everyone how much of a slut you are for me.” He lowered his head, feeling his breath against the nape of your neck. “Show ‘em how well you take my big cock.” His stubble rubbed against your soft skin before feeling his lips press against your skin in lust filled kisses. 

You couldn’t help but moan softly at his touch and kisses. His words made your legs go weak. You felt Henry’s mouth at the beginning of the rip, his lips peppering your skin. His beard tickled against your lower back which sent shivers up your spin. Just as you were in the moment of heaven you felt Henry sink his teeth into your butt cheek. You turned your head over your shoulder to look down at him, you playfully swatted at his head. “Oi." Henry looked up at you with a smirk, his hands reaching for the rip and extending it, so it reached the end hem of the dress making it one big split in the back. He stood back up, his hands on your shoulders to force you to lean over the sink. Using a foot, he kicked your legs to spread them further. His hand moved to his face, licking his three middle fingers to get them wet. You soon felt his fingers rubbing against your labia and his middle finger dipping inside of you. His finger felt so good inside of you. When you first started dating, one finger was enough to send you over the edge. Now you’re more accustomed to Henry and his size, you’ve upgraded to 2 fingers. 

Henry laughed. “Someone’s eager. Fucking wet already." He brought his hand up to his mouth to taste you. He hummed. “If only my cock wasn’t begging for a release, could eat you out. But someone wanted to tease the kraken." Keeping one hand on your shoulder to keep you in place, leaning over the sink. Your hands gripping the sides of the basin. His free hand wiggled his shorts and briefs down far enough for his cock to spring forth. Due to the size and weight of it, even when Henry was hard his cock fought a hard game with gravity, making his member bow down to the ground. His hand gripped his cock at the base of his shaft, his little finger sinking into his ball sac, to position himself. At first he glided his cock between your lower lips, getting his dick all greased up using your juices. Soon you felt his tip push against your body. You look back at Henry in shock. 

“We usually use lube." You pointed out to Henry. “You’ve never gone in dry before." Henry raised the left side of his brow at you. 

“With how wet you are, there’s nothing dry here.” He retorted only to pull his hips back to see his own cock. He drew spit from his mouth to aim it at his member, then used a hand to massage the spit into the head of his cock. Realigning his cock with your pussy, his hand and hips aided his dick to enter. Both of you let out a moan as your body finally accepted his appendage. “You feel great." He reassured you. The hand that helped his cock moved to join his other hand around your waist. His thumbs dig into the dimples on your back. Slowly he begins to grind his hips back in forth, allowing you to adjust to his size. Doesn’t matter how many times you have sex, he always felt huge and your felt tight to him. 

Sensual moans escaped your mouth, you were trying to be quiet knowing you were in a bathroom and on the other side of the door there were people who could listen. “Your cock is huge." Henry chuckled at your quip. His grind turned evolved more into a thrust. Forcing more of his fat inches into your body. 

“Get ready." Henry warned you as his thrusts become stronger and faster, feeding your body more of his member. His balls swung back and forth slapping at your labia, and clit while swinging back to hit his thighs as his hip crashed into the cushions of your ass. With ever thrust you felt yourself colliding with the ceramics of the sink. Moving your hands from the basin you reached out and planted your palms against the mirror. Your moans got louder and more uncontrollable. “That’s it...” He growled into your ear. “Make everyone hear you being fucked by me.” With every forceful move of his, you felt your legs get weaker at the knees and joints. You feel his hands move from the sides of your hips to the front, giving you support. All your weight was lifted by his strength. Your feet dangled in the air, even with heels on. Henry was lost in lust. Your moans and cries did nothing but spear him on. His cock acted as a piston, steaming in and out of your stretched cunt. You were at the mercy of him, nothing but a toy for his cock to erupt in.  

You felt tears roll down your cheek as Henry ploughed into you from behind. His grunts echoed around the room, along with your moans. Your body felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. His cock was scratching at all your points due to its size, driving you crazy. The girth stretched out your velvet tunnel while the length of it always pressed against your cervix. You often thank the gods for making you hardy. With how powerful his thrusts were, the tip of his cock slammed and knocked against your cervix, causing you pain and the reason why your face was wet with tears. 

Henry’s grip around your waist tightened and you felt his fingers dig deeper into your skin. With one more forceful slam, his hips buried his cock deep inside of you. Your pussy felt his cock throb, pushing against your already stretched walls. He tilted his head back while his cock unloaded its load. At first it oozed out before gaining momentum and shooting forth a powerful shot. It felt like minutes for Henry, standing in bliss while his balls unloaded his cum deep inside of you. He cummed a lot. Which made sense with the size of his family jewels. You swore it felt like he made you bloated whenever he came. As his climax weakened, as did he. Letting go of your hips, his torso laid on top of yours. “...Fuck.” He huffed out, only for his cock to slip out, while it softened, from your gaping pussy. 

He stepped back, looking down at you while you flopped over the sink with your Bambi legs. His semen seeped out of your body, dripping down your thighs. “Let's get you home and in bed.” Stuffing his cock back into his briefs and shorts. At least now he fitted inside them a bit better after blowing off some steam. He picked you up, as you weighed nothing to him, carrying you in the bridal carry. He unlocked the door and stepped out. Naturally there were people standing close to the door. “She had a moment." Henry confessed before walking out of the building and putting you in a taxi to take you home.

[newtonsheffield]

So awards AU … they’re ‘guaranteed’ to have time with Anthony … does he already have a crush on her from TV? Or is she unknown until he’s on the red carpet? More clowny smutty snippets from this AU please…

Yeah they’re guaranteed time with him. He’s a major British star, tipped to win big all season and they’re one of the biggest, if not the biggest, morning shows in the country so his people have agreed they’ll steer him towards the British shoes as a priority.

Anthony is vaguely aware that Kate Sharma is a morning news presenter. He’s aware of the name and he’s definitely seen her face but meeting her in person is something else entirely.

He’s kind of in awe of her. She’s stunning, for one. Looks like she’s dropped straight down from Heaven about 15 seconds before and her almost expects to hear a choir singing in the background and see a halo above her head. But she also asks him interesting questions after the obligatory who are you wearing? She doesn’t ask about his gym routine, or whether it’s true his costars are now in a polyamorous relationship. She asks him about his process and the character work behind it as though she’s genuinely interested in his answer. And he’s suddenly desperate to know everything about her.

So he answers her questions and wiggles his eyebrows and winks at her and he can tell from the way she flushes: she’s just as interested as he is. So naturally as soon as he’s off the red carpet he’s straight on his phone googling Kate Sharma. Following her on Instagram immediately and smiling at the hundred pictures of a corgi puppy he’s found.

So at the next red carpet she’s at Anthony finds himself greeting her again:

“Well, I was just hoping you were going to be here.”

“Oo don’t get too carried away, Anthony, BBC 2 next door’ll get jealous.”

Anthony can’t help but grin at her, at the quick way she found her feet and pushed back at him. “Oh well, let them.” He raised his voice. “Kate Sharma’s my Favourite TV presenter!”

“Thank you, very sweet. So, I heard you’re here with your mother tonight which is again: very sweet, and apparently we’re all desperate to hear why no one’s been asked to come along.”

Anthony chuckled, looking up at her through his eyelashes, and stepping so close to the microphone his lips touched it and he could nearly feel her body pressed against his. “Eh I’d have loved to bring you but apparently you’re working tonight. What about you? Did you bring… Mr Sharma with you?”

Kate didn’t miss a beat, purposely mistaking his meaning “Nope, my Dad’s probably watching from the couch in Hounslow. Say Hi to my Papa.”

“Kate’s Dad, an honour to talk to your figurative presence sir: You have an excellent daughter.” He leaned in a bit closer, “And Hello to Newton, who might be watching with him. Give him a big belly rub from me.”

And when he got into his seat, his chest still burning with something and boredly looked at his phone he couldn’t help but grin to himself when he saw the notification

@ SharmaKate is now following you

[canongf]

hii liv! so i recently (like, four days ago recently, as of writing this) gained jareth from labyrinth as an f/o (i mean, how could i resist??) and it's been so interesting. i saw my entire lore-rich future with him by the time "magic dance" plays in the film, but at the same time, i'm still experiencing those fluttery new love, new f/o feelings!

it's strange knowing i'll marry him while still technically being in the crush stage, i don't even have him labelled as "dating" on my list yet! 🫣🫢 do you think he knows i'm clairvoyant? or perhaps he's just happy for the attention without knowing where it'll go... 😊

giving you my best, clownie

this message makes me sooo happy, @circusgoth-dotcom!!!

you two are so perfect together that i had to read this twice because what do you mean you weren't already together!!! it just feels right!!! it just makes sense!!! i'm just happy it's happened at all. i'm happy that you're having so much fun feeling all the new fluttery feelings!!! there is nothing better!!! except maybe knowing that this is something special, like you know. it's the excitement of the jump and the comfort of the safety net. and i love it. jareth is a very, very, very lucky guy!!! 🖤

[a-narcissists-warren]

GIRL YOU AREN'T GONNA BELIEVE IT CANDY HAS A CRUSH ON CLOWN

A THIRD ONE AFTER CLOWNIE?? DAMN???? tell me more..

[futurewife]

i keep wanting to reach out and say hi and check in but i completely forgot that our last dm conversation (however long ago it was, it was pre the new blog i think) ended on a weird place to pick back up again bc i was venting. so this is me saying hi i hope you're well in a way that avoids looking at that again SHGAAGHHA also i think your hypothetical(? i believe you haven't f/o'd a character like this yet) british puppyboy should have a playdate with *my* british puppyboy <3 - all the best, clownie

Hiiiii @circusgoth-dotcom <33

I hope things are going okay for you too. 💌 I wouldn't worry about when and what to message i actually am very lonely and appreciate any kind of interaction though I need to work on conversation skills lol I often say I'm re-inventing letter writing (may take a while to get back to you). I apologise too cause sometimes i feel at fault for drifting off and my convos kinda get *tumbleweed*

OHHHH HAHAHAHAH Yes I suppose it's more of a celebrity crush thing at the moment than a fictional other thing cause none of the characters thus far are actually british- just the actor, freddie stroma. I think this attraction to a made up imaginary romanticised sweet 'british boyfriend' concept is quite common for people outside of the country and is mostly fueled by celebrities, tv/movies and period dramas right? Clearly I'm not immune 😔 hahaha

I guess I could be doing worse in my offline life and idk I try not to bring it to here too much cause it's kinda sad and pathetic (kind of a shut-in with no bitches etc /lh) HAHA and this is my happy love and romance filled space!! where I get my unmet needs met and have fun with my understanding pals. but I am very glad to have a new actor/characters I can explore and get to know right now :) this is stating the obvious I love adrian/vigilante so so so much and even though this does not count as two british puppyboys I think he would speculatively find some common ground with wade if they ever met, so that would definitely be an interesting playdate :D

[circusgoth-dotcom]

i am once again using my friends ( @sportakisser ) mentioning something as an excuse to make art that i normally would've kept procrastinating on. anyway the only reason this isn't real (yet) is bc it's been so long since i've watched the fairly oddparents that i don't know how my s/i would fit into the universe

though i did think that it would be funny if he had a godchild who is the complete opposite of his sillyman aesthetic, particularly like an emo kid or something, so i can have my cake (love of fun colourful aesthetics & love of darker aesthetics and media) and eat it too

(what do you see in that guy ) *jorgen voice* HE MAKES ME LAUGH! 😡😡

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[homestuck-without-words]

Oh, maybe that's why he was so worried. He didn't want to be crushed by a book dropped by his friend? I'm still a little confused as to what Pooplord was doing in regards to the clownier ghost. He seemed to be zoning it in some way? Maybe he was trying to get it to interact with the book? Corralling the ghost?

If that's the case, then the clownier ghost doesn't share all of Pooplord's opinions. The clownier ghost has its own wants and desires. I hope the clownier ghost is able to self-actualize into the type of clowny ghost they want to see in the world.

[balloonboyismyson]

Monty opens his mouth to vent heat.

I reach into my cup and pull out a single ice cube and place it into his mouth.

I leave as he stares completely baffled.

You watch him as he tries to crunch the small ice cube-- much like a german shepherd dog would a jellybean

[painted-piggy-ships-archive]

"Whaddya say you and I go get a milkshake, goth hubba?~"

(Fondly) "🙄 In your dreams, Bravo."

💪ok to rb🎃

[bubblebaath]

mint icecream and cookie sundae, mime’s whisper which isnt a real thing but i saw it in a dream and whenever you tried to order it all the lights in the building would cut out, and cannoli

[harleycide]

❝ Something within your eyes said it could be the last time."

Prequelle Sentence Starters

  “Oh yeah?” She took a small step closer, curiosity shining in her eyes as her hands lifted to wrap around him and settle on his shoulder blades. Harley looked directly into his eyes, searching for any sign of... well, anything. But all she saw was that same stony expression. He didn’t even care, did he? Why was he asking? It wasn’t like she had anything special he couldn’t get from other girls, other than her unique brand of crazy. She flashed him a little smirk before leaning up to give him a kiss. “Don’t worry, it won’t be the last time unless ya want it ta be the last time. I had too much fun ta call it at one. Were ya really worried? Are ya goin’ soft on me now, hon?” Maybe her favourite Envoy was getting a little attached. How cute.