#for my enclosure

[lovesmeanyway]

rattles the bars of my cage. it is enrichment time. please put enrichment into my enclosure I promise I don't bite (pls pls pls send me asks. do u want cady hcs. regina hcs. cadina hcs. the wip word game. my thoughts on things. to hear abt my other interests. anything at all)

[superpeanutgarden]

So the thing is, I deeply dislike sewing. Hand sewing is fine, but machine sewing is so boring (the worst thing to be).

And I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to create several sewing projects for myself that need to be done WITHIN THE NEXT MONTH!!!!!!

There's the TWO florentine style gowns with accompanying chemises for a found-family photoshoot in December, AND THEN theres the ENTIRE ASS DRESS that I decided to make for the annual EGL New Years Meet (basically a very frilly met gala), as well as a waistcoat for my boyfriend so he can match.

Thing is, the New Year's Meet is low priority because it costs money and currently everything I have is going towards Bill's and basic living costs, but that's why I decided to make a dress in the first place!!!!!!

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Not to mention the six other ACTIVE PROJECTS that I started and then either forgot about or put down to work on something else. The ADHD is going WILD right now lads, and I am NOT fully in control of what gets done.

The good news is, one of the florentine gowns is really just me refurbishing a Tudor gown that I got from my sewing mentor, so at least I'm not making it from scratch. And I'm almost done altering the bodice, and after that I just gotta reattach the skirt, make a front panel to hide the grommets, and make the sleeves (maybe. The other gowns in the picture wont have hidden grommets, and the specific gown that this one is meant to match might not have sleeves, which would make my whole life so much easier)

Honestly, I might need to schedule a sewing/crafting day with some friends. I dont think I'll get enough done otherwise.

[kelin-is-writing]

HELLO???? PRO-HERO TOUYA???? I’M FOLDING SO BAD—?????

[alienzil]

Nanny Danny

“That is a whole ass baby,” was the only thought running through Lex Luthor’s head when the scientist proudly showed him the tube containing Project KR. It was not remotely the sort of thing he would normally think and most definitely not what he had expected to be thinking the first time he saw the clone.

He’d been pleased when he’d read the reports indicating the success of KR after years of failures. Lex had poured millions of dollars and literally his own blood into ensuring a clone of the alien could be made, one that would be under his total control instead of the unknown aspirations of Superman.  He’d wanted to see the fruits of his labors personally but this…

It. No, not an it. He scrunched his tiny face and smacked his lips and…did he smirk? Was that HIS SMIRK on that baby’s face?! No. No. Babies this small didn’t smile or smirk. They passed gas and their sleep deprived and addled parents mistook it for an intelligent response. He’d heard enough inane conversations in the Lexcorp office about the various progeny of his employees to pick up on that but still. This child had Kryptonian DNA, not to mention his own contribution. Surely, he was far more advanced than the dribbling potato shaped lump of an infant whose pictures he’d been forced to smile and nod over when Mark from accounting had rudely shoved them in his face at the last quarterly budget meeting. Yes, that was definitely a smirk. His, that was his smirk.

“So as you can see its growth is well within expected parameters and we’re planning to start phase one of accelerating the maturation process tomorrow once the testing is do-”

“Take him out.”

“Sir? The testing can all be accomplished while it remains in the tube. There’s no need to-”

“I said, take him out. The project is cancelled.”

“What?! Mr. Luthor you can’t!”

“I think you’ll find I can. Now get me my son.”

*****

Two years later

“Call them again”

“Sir, I’ve called them seven times. They won’t answer.”

“Then call another agency!”

“There isn’t another agency, Sir”

Lex glared at his assistant who stared back at him impassively. Mercy stood by the door staring off into the distance and pretending she didn’t notice him being bested by his own secretary.

He stopped himself from shouting again and took a deep breath before asking, “Then what, exactly, do you propose I do Mrs. Anderson? Adjust my entire schedule around naptimes? Find a toddler size lab coat and safety goggles and bring my son with me to tour the new clean energy project on Thursday? Perhaps buy a tiny business suit while I’m at it for the next board meeting?”

“I’m not suggesting anything of the sort, Mr. Luthor. I’m telling you that no childcare agency in Metropolis will return my calls anymore. Most won’t even answer.  You’ve gone through 27 nannies in the last 3 months. You need someone better suited to your son’s…special needs.”

Lex snorted. “Special needs might be a bit of understatement. He can lift a car over his head and his favorite word right now is No.”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Thank you for…clarifying the situation, Marjorie. If there’s nothing else, you can leave.”

His secretary didn’t move. She looked at him like she was waiting for something and now that he was paying attention, he saw she was holding a file.  “Did you have a suggestion?”

Looking pleased with herself she responded, “Actually, yes, I did.”

“Well?”

She set the file on his desk and flipped it open. He looked down at the first page and raised an eyebrow, “What am I looking at here?”

“This,” she responded pulling out the top set of papers and spreading them out, “is the employee file and background check for Daniel J. Fenton, an intern that started in our engineering department about 4 months ago. He has one sibling, two parents and several close friends he regularly meets with. His current supervisor has nothing but good things to say about him and reports he gets along well with all his coworkers.”

She set out the next set of papers, neatly arranging them on the desk to be easily seen. “These are newspaper articles and screenshots of social media posts regarding a small town vigilante locally known as Phantom. The same small town, Mr. Fenton is from coincidentally. Also coincidentally, Phantom made his first appearance only a few weeks after Mr. Fenton was involved in a minor accident in his parent’s home laboratory when he was 14, the medical records for the incident are included.”

“Hmm,” Lex said observing several photos of Phantom and a younger Fenton arranged in order of similar poses and facial expressions and printed out side by side.

“Finally,” she said handing him the last set of papers directly, “this would be a report from the lab Mr. Fenton works in from an incident that happened yesterday. A test with a new protype went wrong and started a fire. Everyone evacuated per protocol when the alarms went off but one of the other interns was working on a programming issue off to the side of the lab while wearing headphones and didn’t hear the alarm or notice the fire. Mr. Fenton noticed his absence and returned to the lab to get him out.” She stopped talking and let him look at the last several pages in the file, a series of photographs of the lab.

“Is this ice?”

“Yes, it is. It’s several inches thick and covers half of the lab. It completely put out the fire leaving minimal damage.”

“This machine was moved?”

“It was. It was very close to the flames and would have required replacement if exposed to extreme heat or cold. That particular piece of equipment also weighs several thousand pounds and was bolted to the floor.”

Lex read through everything in detail then clasped his hands under his chin and stared at the photo of Daniel Fenton for several moments before turning back to his waiting secretary.

“Have HR send Mr. Fenton up. I’d like to offer him a promotion.”

[lacquerheadd]

pov: you glance over during training in camp

[laccakes]

when you guys walk on a sidewalk, bakugou never and i mean neverrr lets you walk on the side closest to the road. he'll have his large hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the side away from roaring cars.

anddd he does the leaning his head down to hear you thing when you guys are in a loud environment. he'll have his hands buried in his pockets leaning his ear near your lips. if he still can't hear you for whatever reason, he'll place his hand on the small of your back to bring you closer to him. "say it again, baby."

[azis-nebula]

listen, getting off by myself is great. But fuck it’s a lot of work. Humping my pillow and whimpering into the quiet of my room isn’t enough anymore. Fingering myself until my hand cramps up isn’t doing it for me.

I need need need a nice top or switch to just lay me down and ravage me. Show me more pleasure than I could ever show myself. Mark my skin with their nails and their teeth until it’s etched like a piece of art. I want them to sign their name with their tongue on my clit and show how I belong to them. An artist always signs their work, right?

is this too much to ask?

THIS IS ABOUT LESBIAN SEX. MEN AND MINORS DNI

[ye-olde-tardis]

[pseudophan]

inside you there are two wolves. one desperately wants dan and phil to be free of invasive interviewers and not be asked questions about their relationship ever again. the other one finds their answers so fucking funny though is the thing

[centasauce]

Hello TMA nation (I sit very politely)

[xiewho]

the dice are trying to tell a story and maybe the story is simply that gorgug fucking kicks ass, dude

[phewgitoid]

can i pet yo dawg

[vonspe]

THE VOICES-

[kanakori]

the way this fag didnt even try to look away from what he thought was his best friend getting that sloppy toppy

the second gif,,,,.... please ,....

[azuneekun]

MY EGG ???????????????????????????

[rookthebird]

if your necromancer is digging that is NOT cute. they only exhume bodies when they're extremely stressed. a proper well-enriched necromancer is provided with enemies to kill and reanimate on a regular basis and will make their enemies claw out their own graves as a play behavior.

alternatively you might have a mad scientist that was sold as a necromancer. this is sadly very common but the two breeds actually have very different habitat requirements