#fangirling over here

[kinardsevan]

so.... i know i'm over here constantly finally asking for fan videos and i should really figure out how to do some editing of my own...

but uh.

someone needs to do a bucktommy edit to "when the right one comes along" [sam palladio & clare bowen] at some point (preferably a ways into s8 when we have more scenes of them).

i will say, the wedding mix of the song is even prettier, but the original works just fine.

[domestikhighway58]

PizzaBoy Spencer! by the one and only @goobzoop

OMG I cannot describe the LOVE I am feeling right now. They inspired this silly fic I wrote and am continuing and UGH look at Spence! Wanna rub his fit lil belly, right?

Show You Tonight is on to Part 2 in Hold Me Closer for some fun, eventually sexy aftermath--cuz I always need to add some angst and drama in to my smut, no matter how silly it all is.

<3 THANK YOU GOOB ILY <3

[hinamie]

morning glory

[gingiekittycat]

Getting an author reply to a fic comment is just the best feeling. Like a celebrity stopping to sign autograph

[rasoyas]

Darius King for @bunnithechubs' beautiful & bratty Penny! 🍷

y'all ordered a dilf, right? i got a hot and fresh one, right outta the oven! he ain't toxic, but he'd love to indulge some bratty behavior. ����

darius king is an incredibly successful and surprisingly private businessman - a land management and real estate magnate, his name is up there with the altos, fengs, and landgraabs. and yes, you'll note that it says "his" name: darius king built his company, king foundations, from the ground up. his focus lies in degentrification and the support of local business, building up places like his hometown of simton, north simolina into prospering and affordable townships.

he's a largely private man, only intensified by the loss of his wife when his twins were very young. while he's a sharp and calculating businessman, darius' entire world revolves around his two boys, zephaniah and zion. while they want for nothing, darius has filled their life with as much normalcy as possible, and the two are genuinely sweet and kind young men.

thoughtful, too. thoughtful enough to notice that of all the things their dad is so silent and taciturn about, there's little signs of his "little thing" for penny pizzazz all around the penthouse. magazines she's featured in, tickets to fashion shows she may attend, her social media being one of seven he publicly follows...

well, darius wasn't thrilled about the concept of entering a bachelorette challenge when his boys told him they'd signed him up for one. but when he learned it was penny pizzazz's bachelorette challenge, well...

let's just say, he's a grown man - and he’s on grown man's business. 😉

darius is ambitious, an art lover, and romantically reserved

he's fiercely protective of his sons, and has lost a lot of his life to furthering his business and raising his twins.

zephaniah (zeph) is a street fashion blogger (left) and zion is a football 🏈 player who was just signed to his college of choice (right)

born in a very small and run-down town in the south: comfortable in his wealth, but remains a southern boy deep at heart

stoic and charismatic, he enjoys being a listener and indulging people in their own energies.

and he is indulgent. he loves spoiling people, be that with surprise gifts, trips, dinners, you name it. he enjoys standing there, basking in the glow of your excitement while he smiles oh-so-indulgently, quiet but for the twinkle in his eye.

like he'd absolutely let penny yell and stomp her foot and whine in his face with a smile on his face before presenting her with some $10k bracelet in smug victory djkhfd

i mean he's a brat-tamer what can i say i'm sorry

self-assured to a fault: he's coming in feeling lofty as hell and "above" the competition. he's here to sweep a young lady off her feet, okay? he's not here to make friends.

his voice is deep and even-toned and warm like bourbon.

he was going to be on the cover of forbes, but alas... editing.

[luckyraeve]

RE4R Leon wearing Jill's RE5 Battle Suit [source]

#TacticalCleavage

[downrightembarassing]

SUCH a damn good read 🥰🥰🥰

Forgot to send request 😅 Cad with reader thats very shy and Cad trying to sweet talk his way to getting information out of her….but then realizes she won’t give info so he gotta take it up a notch with our innocent shy reader….def smut or super suggestive. Idk how to write request 😅

Combining two prompts into one! @keebeees @sydney-kai

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The Interrogation

Warnings: NSFW 18+ // Smut - DOUBLE Durosian penis in vagina sex ( double penetration in one hole - Bane might go in through the backdoor one day, but not today), rough sex, consensual sex, handcuffs, references to drug addiction, fingering, clitoral stimulation, persuasion/coercion.

Word count: 2.7k+

Cad Bane sat across from you at an interrogation table. He had brought you aboard his ship. You weren’t his bounty, but you knew their whereabouts. The man in question was your cousin, Daimod. You had never liked him, but he was still family. He owed a Hutt a heavy sum he had taken out on loan. He had lied and said he planned to use it to start a business of his own. The tribute by itself would have been worth it to the one named Marlo.

Instead, he had gambled it away, paid prostitutes, and bought a plethora of drugs. There was no reason why you should protect him except you had grown up together. He hadn’t always been like this, and it was the only thing that gave you pause.

You had heard of this deadly Duros who remained silent before you; his outward appearance was one of stoicism and had remained so for quite some time, yet his eyes spoke volumes. They were guileful like a predator’s - he was methodical; observant; his slight smile tantalizing - one sharp tooth peeking out from beneath a thin line of blue as he finally broke his apathetic guise.

His stare penetrated you to your very core; you were shy by nature, but Cad Bane had a gaze that turned your guts to mush.

You realized something; you thought him handsome. This only made you blush.

He would start off slow; he wasn’t out to scare you – not yet.  Besides, he thought you were rather cute yourself. He could have some fun with you. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to threaten you, or bring out his blasters or his gadgets. Perhaps he could use his charms; his charisma; the sex appeal he was known for the whole galaxy over and then some. He settled in and prepared for his unorthodox approach - it was kind of a seduction, or a dance – you were already entranced.

Your hands were cuffed; they were laid out across the table. You had rested them palm down, fingers curled into two tight fists. Bane inched his Durosian digits across the threadbare surface; he hadn’t even touched you and you gave an involuntary jerk.

One elongated appendage hovered above the cuffs; he dipped his head, his eyes shielded by his hat. It finally moved, stroking the circular device and not your skin. He spoke to you; his voice was somehow soothing.

“Jum’py, aren’t we?” His smile broadened just a hair as he brushed his microscales across the backside of your hand. He formed a pattern before gliding downward, taking up your fingers as he loosely bridled them between his own.

“I don’ b’ite, lil’ lady. Y’caan trust me not ta'hurt ya’... as long as ya’ co'op'er'ate,” he added as an afterthought.

Your breathing became unsteady; his flesh was cold. You had never felt anything quite like it. Your voice hitched in your throat, your shyness taking over. “He’s – he’s my cousin, I – he didn’t mean to, it’s just – th-the s-spice…”

You trailed off, not wanting to get to the finer points of his addiction; maybe the bounty hunter would cut him some slack, though you highly doubted it.

Cad Bane’s neck rose as he looked at you straight on; he gripped your hand a little firmer. “If I had’a cred’it fer ev’ery sleemo who did ssomethin’ stupid ‘cause he was high, I might could retire. – S’no excuse, I’m a’fraid.”

“He’s – he’s family.” You tried to defend against him, though he had a way about him that was quite persuasive. Maybe it was fear, or maybe not. Maybe it was his accent; it was illustrious and arresting.

Bane stood slowly; he skirted the corner of the table at his leisure. He placed both hands upon your shoulders as he gently dug his fingers in. It almost felt good, like a massage, but a bit more forceful.

“An’ he made ‘is own poor de’ci'sion now, didn’ he? You know what’ll happen nexxt, don’ you?” One arm lifted; he curled a knuckle. It caressed the space below your ear, your cheek, before it traveled downward, grazing the pulsing artery that was housed within your tender neck.

“N-no…” you stammered, goosepimples forming along your epidermis; your chest was heaving, though it wasn’t out of nervousness.

You wouldn’t catch it, but Cad Bane adorned a smile that bordered sinister – he could see and smell your arousal, your sweet pheromones, and the heat that radiated from your body - you had only egged him on. He would hound you, one way or the other, until he got what he was after, though he wasn’t cruel. He would give you what you so obviously desired and would leave you wanting more.

His gloved hand snaked around and upward; his accessory was fingerless. He glossed the pad of his lengthy digit across your silken lips. He whispered into your ear, his breath sending another shiver down your spine. “De Hutts - d’ey’ll come fer you – yer family. Ssomeone’s gotta pay. It might as well be him…”

Your own temptation overtook you; you kissed  the part of him that lingered before your mouth. Bane would bare his fangs behind you as your tongue bypassed your teeth to lick so gently.

His own heart pounded in that moment; his instincts were kicking in; he used his other hand to grasp you by the hair. He pulled your head backward as he pressed his face into your satin locks. He was inhaling your aroma through his olfactory organs - you smelled delicious.

“Per’haaps you don’ want  t’tell me …” he drawled against your throat, his pointed cuspids skimming your warm skin.

“Ya’ want me ta’force it outta ya', is dat it, lil’ lady?”

To your own shock and surprise you vaguely nodded; that was all Bane needed to have his way with you. It would be easy for him as you were wearing a short tunic you had fashioned into a dress.

He impressed his finger between your teeth; he loved the feeling of the wetness, the hot cavity that was your mouth. He snarled audibly into your hair before his arm worked down between you both. He wouldn’t bother to undo the stun cuffs. You were at his mercy.

His flipped the edge up of your apparel, leaving your ass exposed to the open air though you were wearing underwear; he would fix that in a moment.

His broad hand groped and fondled your luscious rump as you sucked on the vertex of his blue fingertip. You moaned against him as he manhandled you, feeling something solid apply itself against your covered sex from beneath his trousers.

He was hard, but there was something else. You nearly gasped at the idea he had two dicks, though you knew nothing about Duros.

He inched his way between your legs with his expansive hand; he covered your entire mound. He squeezed it carefully, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you suck in a sharp breath of longing.

“Whadda'I hafta t’do t’make ya' squeal?” he asked more as an innuendo, but it was doublespeak. He was still referring to your cousin behind an air of sordid lechery.

“F-fuck me,” you whispered. He wasted no time in bending you across the table forcefully with a nudge of his bony hip. All you could do was aid yourself in keeping upright, flattening and spreading your open palms; your movements were somewhat limited.

His fingers grasped the front edge of your panties. He tore them off with ease. You exuded a sound of astonishment, but it only turned you on more so than before.

His hand returned; he didn’t leave you wanton for long. A single digit slid into your already quivering cunt, embedding itself to his third knuckle - he did not give you a reprieve - he did not take his time. You were full within that instant; panting; moaning, and rasping for air in and out of a sudden indescribable, immeasurable pleasure of a kind you had never experienced before.

He worked you like a piston would an engine, back and forth, though it was painfully slow. His thumb implanted itself across your clit. He was prepping you for entrance, though you hardly needed it.

His free hand cupped one voluptuous breast; it was a palm full. You found him with his reedy lips across your throat. Something had pierced you, though it had been almost delicate.

Your stomach lurched as you felt the nerve endings inside your body tingling; you tightened your Kegel muscles around him still inserted. He rubbed your pearlescent nub with exquisite genius, noting the Duros must have done this a thousand times before.

He withdrew from you without a warning just as you were about to peak, a slick sound of debauch richness evoking the embarrassing excess of your seeping slit. It rang out in the silence of his ship as you blushed three shades darker, though Cad Bane did not mind.

“Where is he, girl?” he asked bitingly. You could hardly focus. Your thoughts were a jumble inside your head.

“Please…” you begged him quickly. “Don’t- don’t stop!”

“Den tell me wh’ere he ran off to,” he stated callously, brushing across the apex of your pulsating clitoris - it demanded to be caressed, just like your suddenly empty insides.

“He’s – he’s hiding on Scarif!” you admitted finally, your breathing laborious and heavy. You didn’t even care what Cad Bane would do to him if he only kriffed your brains out.

“Off on’a lil’ va’ca’tion, is he? he asked haughtily, though he made another inquiry of you. ”Dat wasn’t s’hard now, wass it?”

You heard a zip, a shuck. His pants were down. Something rested upside your bottom as another something penetrated you.

His cock was ridged; it was long and thick. You groaned in ecstasy as he impaled you, though the journey through your innards to the end had been nearly thoughtful, laggard, and impossibly tortuous.

His narrow hips were flat against your pelvis as he drove his foreign anatomy into your aching crevice. He reached out; he grasped both your luscious tits. He pushed them together as he kneaded and condensed the soft tissue of your chest, an animalistic noise evocative of a growl escaping from the bowels of his larynx.

His tongue clicked inside his mouth, an articulation that formed into a sound of rapture that was oddly inhuman as it were; it was more so a beast, or what he was – an alien.

You did not judge him for this; you were enjoying yourself beyond compare, each thrust of his powerful thighs pushing out another high pitched mewl of delight.

He had already filled the nagging void within you, but you craved it all. His second cock was slapping against your bare ass as he plunged himself within you - when would you ever get another chance like this?

You whimpered, pressing your lips together, though you managed to relay your dirty imaginings between your plaintive cries of perverse diversion.

“Use both. I want them both at the same time,” you blurted out, the Duros slowing the rocking of his hips; he hissed, knocking your hands out from beneath you as your face met flat with the surface of the table. The distance had been short, but it mildly hurt. Perhaps you had offended him. Maybe the hunter thought one should have been enough, though now he felt sadistic.

Your ass was at an angle; he pulled his first cock right out of you. You whined, thinking he had left you barren, though he only adjusted, lining up both his members along the opening of your vagina.

He held onto their bases squarely with one hand as he guided himself inward. His own species’ lubricant along with your own made the entrance easier as they were mashed together, though for a moment you thought he might tear you into two separate pieces; right down the middle; asunder, feeling like maybe you shouldn’t have asked for this.

“Dis'is what ya' want, hmm? Think you caan handle it, lil’ lady?” he asked almost mockingly.

Your walls stretched taut; his ridges established themselves against your g-spot; he levied his hand against the small of your arced back as he pumped your pussy steadily.

“Not so sshy an’ymore now, are we?” he snickered to himself. He was right. You were feeling feisty as you had finally acclimated to the bizarre sensation.

You raised one knee after the other as you docked yourself across the bench seat of the interrogation table. This gave you better leverage, despite not being able to use your arms or hands to the best of your ability. Your breasts swung with every jounce of his phalli into you as you extended yourself across its surface. You brought your arms up and around, becoming rigid as you raised your hips further into the air for him.

“Such'a fil'thy lil’ minx. Look 'atcha,” he seethed.

Bane’s hands slid underneath you; his lanky arms wrapped around your waist. He plowed into you, the pounding of his hips accelerating with each ragged breath you took. He was out to prove his point, though not to make you bleed. He shifted to pinch one of your pert nipples as his fingers found your rosy bud again.

He stimulated you in three ways all at once: the sting of his digits cinching; the grinding of his dicks and the undulation of his hips;  the borderline balmy way he was nestled in against your swollen sheaf of glands.

You came harder than you ever thought you could. It was never ending; everlasting; boundless. You couldn’t contain your cries of jubilation as you shouted to the ceiling of his ship. He kept at it; he didn’t stop. You orgasmed a second time, though he stopped himself from filling you, instead releasing his seed across your backside.

It was a double-load that spewed from his double-Durosian cocks; it was tinged with green and sticky.

Bane was out of breath by the end of it and so were you. He left you momentarily as you tried to recoup. He returned with a clean towel; he wiped you off, then pulled your skirt down, right before he buckled himself back up.

You rose up slowly though your legs were wobbly. He spun you around haphazardly. He walked you down the hall towards his starship’s open hatch, then he bothered to he kiss you on the mouth.

His tongue was cold just like the rest of him; it twirled around your own as he had invited himself in. He nipped yours on purpose before you realized he had unlocked your bindings to top it off.

You stared into his eyes; he tipped his hat to you. He spun you around again by the corner of your shoulder, then slapped you once on your posterior.

“Now, ghet. Gotta go fin’ yer kin.”

He dug inside his pocket; a toothpick had found its way between his hairline lips within seconds afterwards. He gnawed on it as he shooed you away with a motion of his hand.

“I said ske’daddle.”

You frowned at him as you began to turn to walk away; he tsked to himself, then shut the door on you. You were mighty fine, and not someone he would so soon forget.

Todo 360 was there to greet him with his arms lifting upward and out above his head. He appeared to have just woken from a restless nap, though he had been hooked up to a recharge station, the little droid questioning his master.

“What was all that racket, Bane?”

“None’ya,” he replied with a smirk, trudging further inward into the metal confines of his ship.

He sauntered to his captain’s chair, splayed out, then punched in new coordinates. “Buckle up, we’re off’ta Ssca’rif,” he declared.

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Masterlist

[jojo-schmo]

I wish I could tell the original artist that this drawing permanently changed the entire direction of my life in 2009. I want to shake their hand, look them in the eye, and admit I would not be who I am today if this drawing didn’t exist.

EDIT: Original artist is @ivynajspyder !!!!

[disneynerdpumpkin]

Toulouse, Berlioz, and Marie just being the cutest Disney siblings ever

🎹🎨🌷

[firephoenix2305]

AGHASBNSDLBFGKSDNVBKXCBVKDB KZXBFV I'M SORRY I NEED TO SCREEEEAAAAAAM

THE CHEMISTRY. THE FLIRTING. THE PROPOSAL (which was real as far as I'm concerned). THE DANCING. THE KISS. THE EVERYTHING. THEM. JUST THEM.

THIS EPISODE WAS IMMACULATE.

I just...I...just....

They're so...they're just...

AAGHTFJGFIEJKGBISDJFBJKB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LISTEN. LISTEN. LISTEN.

I just spent an ENTIRE 43 MINUTES squealing and twirling my hair like a SCHOOLGIRL because these two...

THESE TWO...

ARE

TOO

GOD

DAMN

CUTE AKLJFHKAJSFHJKSHBFJDH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOUR HONOR THEY ARE SOULMATES.

This entire episode has made me so happy.

And what a bittersweet ending. Although, what is it with the love of The Doctor's life getting stuck in alternate dimensions? Bit of a parallel with Rose there...

Anyway, digressing. Where was I? Oh, yeah!

ALBNFKKLBVSKVBJKB!!!!!!!!!!!! YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM. I ADORE THEM. I MEAN, LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY HEART IS EXPLODING. JUST. JUST....AAAAAAAH I AM BLUSHING LIKE A GODDAMNED IMBECILE OVER HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Need I tell you how I screamed my little lungs out with...

"Find me"

"FIND ME"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THEY ARE SO IN LOVE STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Takes a deep breath*

Terribly sorry, I don't know what has gotten into me with this episode. Possibly one of my favorite Doctor Who episodes ever. Certainly this season's best so far, Imo.

Did I mention I love The Doctor and Rogue? And that they are extremely adorkable and that they're killing me and that I will fangril over them until my dying breath? Probably did.

I am so invested in these two I didn't even pay much attention to Susan Twist. Or the fact that the bad guys were canonically roleplaying Bridgerton cosplayers. Or to Ruby, really (bless her).

New hiperfixation unlocked. This is going to be great and horrible at the same time. It's like ineffable husbands all over again. I need fics. Like right now. Please. Thank you.

And one more thing. Just one more, I promise, and then I'll stop shouting in your ear :)

If Rogue (aka the love of The Doctor's life/fiancé and nobody can tell me otherwise) is not brought back at some point during Ncuti's run I WILL START A FUCKING RIOT. I MEAN IT. I WILL MARCH INTO THE BBC WITH A TORCH AND A PITCHFORK AND I WILL....

*Takes another deep breath*

Ahem. That got a little away from me...

Anyway, that's all. Thanks for bearing. Shout with me in reblogs or replies if you want. If anyone needs me I'll be rewatching the scene of them in the TARDIS approximately three thousand times and smiling at my screen like an idiot.

Good evening. <3

PS: Haven't been this excited about a TV couple since Good Omens, and THAT is saying something.

PPS: I just went on a crazy gif hunt and might have now possibly got a folder full of Doctor X Rouge (Someone tell me when you come up with a ship name please) gifs. So I have absolutely no clue who made what. But yeah, they're not mine, and whover created them...thanks!

[stardustamaryllis78]

Aaravos being a shapeshifter has me more excited then you guys know like omg

[joellesolo]

HOFAS spoilers

no like really, i'm at chapter 94 i've been reading all day, don't look, turn away, turn back now!

LIDIA IS A DESCENDANT OF BRANNON

FROM THRONE OF GLASS

YOU GUYS THE SQUEALS

SHE'S RELATED TO AELIN

SHE'S LIKE A SECOND FUCKING FIREHEART

I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

THESE SQUEALS!!!!!!

i honestly did not think we'd be seeing any ToG crossovers/tie ins and yet HERE WE ARE

ahhhhhHHHHH

and no one i know is far enough in for me to fangirl over it with

AHHHHH

[wexhappyxfew]

hiya shannon hope youre doing well 😚 now ill let you pick the pairing because i actually haven't watched mota yet (which is treason and all, i know), but can't miss out on a chance to read some of your amazing writing. i thought these prompts were interesting:

3. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”

29. “Don’t lie to me. I was there.” 

xoxo hope to hear back from you soon and can't wait to read!

HI FRIEND!!!! i hope you're doing well toooo!! thank you so much for stopping by! awe it's no worries, you know that!! i always say watch when you can or want haha!! :D you're too kind, friend, thank you for the love and support and i hope it lives up to it!!! i picked my OC Judy Rybinski and who she is ~eventually~ paired up with, a fav of favs, Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal, who i have a few more pieces for as well posted and coming in the next few days!! and, i went with the first prompt offered (#3) as it fit the vibes more here! these two have my HEART! and i hope this piece captures that too :) (also: i will absolutely be getting back to you soon my friend hehe 🥹🫶✨)

let it linger

(a/n): for the judy x rosie girlies again - giving you all the soft, slightly awkward and nervous vibes there is, with a hint of that eagerness and excitement as we near the end of the war! and judy gets a promotion (which she deserves and earns), so please enjoy that! plus, enjoy the slight hint of the imagery of a swan above! they're beautiful!! :D also....just incase i didn't mention it anywhere else (and thinking back i probably didn't) after some of the silver bullets girls get split up, judy gets a position as rosie's turret ball gunner on rosie's riveters!!

"Lieutenant Rybinski, that has a ring to it."

Lieutenant Judy Rybinski. In her eyes, it really did. Lieutenant Rybinski - with her new crusher cap, A-2 jacket fit to the length of her arms and rather tiny form, the Lieutenant bar on her lapel, and the new level of standards she seemed to hold herself to. Judy looked up from underneath that shiny new crusher cap at Rosie Rosenthal and grinned.

"You think?" she asked him with a chuckle, crossing her arms as they approached the mess hall, "I'll be honest, Rosie, I didn't expect it. They don't do that sorta thing real often around here it seems. I know Francis just got the big promotion, but I don't know…." Judy shrugged, "a ball turret gunner doesn't see that sorta stuff." Rosie watched her for a moment, before breaking out into a wide grin and stopping in the path and turning to her, his hands placed firmly on his hips.

"A ball turret gunner like yourself deserves to see that sort of stuff." he said, and then offered her a wink to which she gave him a look. Judy gasped.

"You know something, don't you," she said, leaning forward and popping his shoulder lighting with a finger of hers, "c'mon, spill, what is it?" Rosie watched her and shook his head.

"I just think that Operations really has seen the lengths you've gone in the line of duty," Rosie said with a gentle smile, "your leadership skills, your capability to remain calm under pressure, stepping up to the plate. How you had to come up outta the ball turret and take on tail gunner for the second half of a mission. That sorta stuff doesn't just happen. Some people panic, some stall up. You jumped right in." Judy watched him.

"How would anyone know….?" Judy started, trailing off after his spiel, only to grin like a loon and drop her jaw, when she saw him grinning like he always did.

"It was YOU." Judy managed in a mixture of gasping-whispering-and-excitedly-yelling, before placing her hands on her reddening cheeks and grinning, "You didn't have to!" Rosie laughed lightly and shook his head, before stepping forward and placing his hands on her shoulders comfortably, like they'd been there all her life, his presence both warm and kind.

"I know how hard you work, Judy," Rosie said quietly, the feel of his gaze on her both pleasant and peaceful all at once, "I got mixed up in a conversation with Jack Kidd, he brought up the Silver Bullets, and….well, I couldn't help but bring you up." Couldn't….help? Judy was probably red in the face, but she didn't mind. He couldn't help but bring her up?

"You got that look on your face," Rosie said quietly with a chuckle, "I know you don't like the spotlight, but when people do what you've done, you deserve it." Judy stared at him, fighting back a bit of pent-up emotions that have been living inside her body for months. Despite her feelings towards Rosie as a whole (which had continually grown deeper without fail and had been increasingly harder to hide), and her emotions towards the war (which were ever-present), having someone like himself, taking away her emotions towards him, recognize what she's done, and what her sacrifice has been, made her want to have a breakdown.

"People don't usually tell me that sort of thing," Judy said softly back to him, smiling up at him with her rosy cheeks, "so thank you." Thank you for seeing me, like you always do, Judy thought to herself. Rosie smiled at her genuinely, and then squeezed her shoulders.

"It's always my pleasure, Jude, you know that." Rosie said tenderly, before dropping his hands from her shoulders and crossing his arms, nodding to the mess hall, "Ready for breakfast?" She nodded, but felt rooted in place, eyes somewhere towards the ground.

"You okay?" he asked her, reaching forward and bumping a pointer finger lightly under her chin as she looked up towards him, his hands going back to his hips. The longer she stared at him, the more she couldn't contain her thoughts inwards.

"You're really amazing you know?" Judy managed out, with a nod, "And you've probably been told that a million times, by a bunch of guys, as well as a bunch of girls wanting to have your last name, but, genuinely Rosie, meeting you has meant everything to me. Please know that." Rosie watched her, his turn to get rooted in place as a silence fell around them. Judy's cheeks grew a darker red just as the realization of what she had said to him and she suddenly wanted to take it all back with that look on his face.

"I…" Judy started, "listen, tell me to leave and I'll never bother you again, but, you do so much for me and everyone else around you and you put so much of yourself out there to better others and help other people. And you make sure people are cared for and comforted and doing well and are healthy, which damn, I barely look out for my own health, and you just…" Judy fell at a lose for words as Rosie stood there soaking in her jumbled mess of speech that he was definitely trying to decode in some sort of way. There she goes again, just saying whatever came to mind, right in front of Rosie Rosenthal, her emotions edging her on even more so in recent days it seemed.

Even if all he saw were friendship between them and they'd never be able to explain what all those touches and lingering looks were for whatever was to come, he'd know that she thought he was incredible and someone who has genuinely changed her life. He'd know that for as long as he lived, even it meant embarrassing herself until the point she was red in the face. She noted his slightly red cheeks and the wheels working in his head to speak.

"Thank you, Judy," Rosie said quietly with a nod, catching her gaze as she stared at him, whatever was swimming in his eyes enough to get a smile on her face, at the way he seemed breathless enough without words to stand there in front of her and look at her like that, "it's the right thing to do. Here. Right now. In the world. Help people. Make them know they're an important part in all of this. I….wow, bit of a loss for words, Jude." Judy watched him and then smiled grandly up at him.

"You take a minute to catch your breath," she whispered, before stepping forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, where she might've lingered a little longer than needed, but the spark of connection with that gentle touch was enough to keep her boldly functioning, "I'll meet you at the mess hall." Pulling back she looked at him and so up close, she could see every bit of his eye that you never saw from far away, and it made her smile softly within his general gaze, enough to keep him smiling, himself.

"Even if there are a lot of girls who'd like my last name," Rosie started, referencing her rather bold display of emotions, "none of them have ever kissed my cheek like that."

Judy froze up as she stared at him, her heart pounding so loud in her ears, she swore she had imagined that last part. She stared at him, swallowing her words and thoughts to try and get her body functioning and looked up into his eyes again.

"Maybe because none of them ever had the courage to really get to know you," she whispered back, holding his gaze like a sun to the moon, "and know how much you deserve to be loved like that." And then Judy was stepping away from him, trying to tell herself not to regret every word she was saying, spilling out of her mouth in that moment.

They could go down any day of the week - she was done watching her friends fall in love and then get their hearts torn out of their chests. She was done with the war getting what it wanted. She was tired of people letting the war take away the one thing that was ever-present. Love. Even if it meant a few bold, rather embarrassing forms of half-confessions and awkward, nervous laughter.

And Rosie.

Rosie deserved to know. She just had to find the courage to tell it straight to his face all these feelings she had wrapped up deep inside of her. For now, she'd let those thoughts linger longer.

Maybe.

[dreadpirateella]

AHHHHH HELLO 😭 your fic ruined me (/pos) brb gonna go read it again

Absolutely can't believe you remember me yelling in your comments 😭 that fic made me scream out loud so many times, like I was running around my room freaking out on multiple different occasions

You're the freaking best <3333

23.) What is one of your favorite TMNT fics?

28.) What is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics?

OH BOY DO I HAVE ANSWERS TO THESE (thank you SO much for the ask!)

and if you ever want a bigger list of recs, you can go thru my bookmarks on ao3! (@/DreadPirateElla)

For 23, here's a few of my absolute fav fics of all time:

The Super Special Secret Recipe Raph Hot Chocolate Saga by Jinx72 (this one's a series!!! Every installment is so wonderful I love it sm)

Stranded Lullaby by DaFlangstLairde

I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good by Dandy (this one can be read as a stand-alone but the other additions in the series are also just so wonderful)

Every Night the Longest Day by ashtreelane (this fic made me lose my mind it's written so well)

A Useless Death by Stories_Plus (Donnie centric!!! And the best time loop story I've ever read)

the carol that you sing (right within your heart) by stardustcoral (I think I've read this fic like 10 times I love it so dearly. It's just such a comfort fic for me bro)

And again, I have a bunch more recs on my ao3 if you want them!

And for question 28:

I desperately need more fics about Raph & Donnie bonding over getting integrated into / taken control of by the Krang. I've only seen it like once but I think they'd definitely find comfort in the fact that someone else understood what it was like to have the Krang force their way into your brain.

I also just want more big bro Raph stuff. There's plenty of it out there, but I always want more 😭 I just LOVE when Raph is like their second parental figure (even tho the reason for that isn't great in the fics where it happens). It's just so adorable to me when the other 3 bros follow after Raph and seek him out for comfort and just trust him like they do. I love love love Raphael

[sga-owns-my-soul]

befriending tumblr mutuals is so weird bc it's like wow i love this blog i love what they post i love the content they create and then suddenly they're just ?????? talking to you???? about the stuff they create???? and getting your thoughts on things????

and it's like when did i go from fangirling over this blog to being friends with this person

anyways i love tumblr

[etrevil]

Atsushi and Tecchou thinking about their MIA, now-vampire partners: