#fox!! you should sleep!!!

[richestguyonmercury]

Some kids started a snowball fight with the guards. [*points behind me to a nearby gate, where a snowball fight is indeed taking place*] I slipped in while they were distracted.

I think you both better go somewhere else so neither of you get caught in the crossfire. Oh, by the way Mizuiro, Kiiro's around, and he's throwing snowballs at people, so watch your back, he already got me twice.

"Ah, is that.." Kajuu couldn't think of anything else to say, while Mizuiro sighed annoyed and rubbed his temple. He wasn't in the mood for any of this. Looks like his plans to go on a stroll were out of the window, with that bloke around. How does he manage to always come around at most inconvenient time?

He tapped on Kajuu's shoulder to get his attention and nodded towards the entrance, indicating they go inside, then gestured to the foxy guest to come with, if they so wished. It was getting too cold for his liking anyway. Kajuu seemed puzzled on his master's wish to invite someone in, but he didn't object.

[like-the-rest-of-la]

Happy Little Accidents

The last thing Eddie Diaz expects to come out of his trip to Buckley’s Plant Nursery & Landscaping with his son, is to develop an honest to god schoolgirl crush on the guy who owns the place (and not notice that that is what’s happening for an embarrassingly long time).  

The plan is simple. Get in, have Christopher pick out a couple of succulents or whatever he needs for his school project, and get out without infesting any of the gorgeous plants in the shop with his bad plant karma. 

But then, the first thing he’s greeted with is a hunk of a man, carrying two heavy packs of soil on his broad shoulders. Eddie swears he can see a drop of sweat running down the man’s face in slow motion. His t-shirt looks like it’s one strategic muscle flex away from bursting at the seams and Eddie—Eddie feels nervous all of the sudden. And he’s gaping like a fish. 

“Hey,” Hunk-man says as he hoists the soil on the counter next to him with a grunt, “What can I help you with?”

At least Eddie has enough self-awareness to close his mouth.

Or: the one where Buck owns a plant nursery and Eddie stumbles through his crush (and has no game during all of it)—oh and also, there are a lot of Bob Ross references.

Read on Ao3

(With a banner by the wonderful @theladyyavilee thank you so so so much <3)

[pixelatedraindrops]

You can't just leave him to suffer all alone Makoto... ;w;

So this is essentially a role-reverse of this comic XD (idk why)

Makoto may be super moody and fussy when he catches the flu; but if Yuma catches the flu, he's super needy and clingy when delirious. And it looks like Makoto can't say no to him... x'D

I guess your work is going to have to wait after all. Now you better properly take care of your sick original! (just try not to get sick yourself hehe)

I know this comic is usually supposed to be heartwarming but...I made it more silly.

because they're silly lil' guys... x'D

Based on another skit from @foxes-in-love

[littleblackraincloudofcourse]

I hope the 911 writers realize they've created a relationship dynamic between them that can only end one of two ways

[mazzystar24]

They should play lover you should’ve come over by Jeff Buckley when Eddie is fixing shit with buck after their divorce era or when they’re at their peek angst as a personal treat for me 🥰❤️🫶🤭🤭

[television-overload]

That MeetCutesNYC Instagram account except it's Mulder and Scully during early season 11 when they're kiiiiinda on the verge of getting back together and they get stopped and asked "Excuse me, are you two a couple?" And Scully's like "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh" and Mulder just enthusiastically jumps in and says "YES!" cause he totally follows this page on social media and wants his 15 minutes of fame (and to brag about Scully in public)

Interviewer: "Would you mind telling me the story of how you guys met?"

Mulder, like a kid on Christmas: "She was sent to SPY on me!"

Scully, embarrassed in the background: "That is NOT true, Mulder."

Mulder, dragging her into frame of the camera: "It so is, buckle up, this is a crazy story."

Scully, unenthusiastically: "I was assigned to be his partner at the FBI."

Mulder: "We investigated unsolved and unexplained cases often involving supernatural or extraterrestrial forces--"

Interviewer: "Like aliens?"

Scully: "Mulder--"

Mulder: "Yes! Exactly."

Interviewer: "Wow, okay. So, what was your first impression of her when you first met?"

Mulder, grabbing Scully's hand and swinging it back and forth: "Suspicious."

*arched eyebrow from Scully*

Mulder: "Suspiciously hot for a forensic pathologist."

*second eyebrow arch*

Mulder: "And she was crazy smart. I read her graduate thesis rewriting Einstein and thought 'Who is this chick?'"

*severe eye roll*

Interviewer: "And you? What was your first impression of him?"

Scully: *unintelligible*

Mulder: "I'm sorry, what's that babe?"

Scully, with a huff: "He looked cute in glasses. And had nice hair."

Mulder, shaking his head: "Tsk tsk tsk, so superficial, Scully. It wasn't that I was spooky?"

*patented Scully Look™*

Interviewer: "And how long ago was this?"

*looking at each other*

Mulder: "Let's see, 1993, so--"

Scully: "25 years."

Mulder, hugging Scully to his side: "25 years. We were both stupid though, so it wasn't until 7 years later that we finally stopped pretending we were just coworkers and friends."

Interviewer: "What's your advice after 25 years of friendship?"

Mulder: "Stay far, far away from any global conspiracies."

Scully: "That's not funny, Mulder."

Mulder: "But it's sound advice! Fine. Find someone you'd go to the ends of the earth for, I'm talking Antarctica. Don't let anything else get in the way."

Interviewer: "Nice. And you?"

Scully, looking at Mulder: "You have to believe in each other. Whatever happens, you face it together. And don't wait 7 years to tell a person you love them."

*they share a look*

Interviewer: "Well, thanks for answering our questions! What are your names?"

Mulder: "Mulder."

Scully, tucking her arm into his: "Fox Mulder."

Mulder: "And she's Scully."

Scully: "Dana."

*they walk off together, arm in arm*

[coffeebooh]

*zatanna and wally, in the middle of a science/magic argument*

WALLY: dude, there’s a scientific reason for everything!

ZATANNA: ok, then: tell me what’s the scientific reason behind you not pulling any bitches? 

[redfoxv]

Am I not your favourite girl failure yet? We should do something about that. I promise I can disappoint and inspire you like no one else. UwU

[fortycumber]

wow milagro thank you for giving me jealous mulder, I love it.

I love it how he's also completely oblivious of himself acting out of jealousy every single time it happens, opposed to scully, who knows what she's doing and comes to terms with her jealousy most of the time...

but I just have to ask, did everything in the episode really happen, that creep's character coming to life and ripping innocent people's hearts out, or was it all just a part of his book? Is he really the unreliable narrator and most of the events happened, albeit differently? I mean this is the x files, it wouldn't be weird if his character really did spring to life after all 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I WANT MORE JEALOUS MULDER EPISODES YES!

[zoppzoop]

GAAHAHHHHH

[biohazard-inevitable]

A little late but its still June therefore still Pride month so I drew myself and my Boyfriend @emile-hides holding our flag even though its just the two of us right now!!!

[paramounticebound]

a thing for @vuulpecula

Flashing reds and white, white lights that only just registered in vision blurred at the edges, felt like being submerged further and further into a depth that could rival an ocean's. Each breath like a knife, never seeming to satisfy; drowning. Drowning.

That was the nature of his hobby-- his addiction. The first time he'd been hurt enough that someone, likely one out of fifty, had the decency to call in when he'd been dying on the concrete before scattering. And that-- brushing so closely to death that he'd held it in his teeth, refusing to let go like a rabid dog-- had been a memory that stuck to the inside of skull with adhesive that just wouldn't wash off.

"I know what you are going to say," this time with a split lip, a crooked nose, and a purple-blue bruise blossoming around his right eye. "Spare me."

Lacking in aggression or vexation hardly rendered the words light, airy. Exhaustion clung to him like dew on a chilly morning: circular, always, natural. That first visit to the ED ought to have been shrouded in glass shards, incomplete and ghostly. It was, would have been, save for her face branded against the inside of his eyelids. Something about a fleeting kindness caught him, a flailing prey, and left him reliant on chasing a much different dragon.

"You know that I... cannot stop."

[anadorablekiwi]

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

bear hybrid! price who stalks around your house at night, protecting you from whatever else might be lurking in the woods. you don't know that he is of course, but you should be more thankful when he shuts and locks your windows when you're asleep. occasionally you see him lumber on the edge of the forest, minding his own. he doesn't want to scare you, but he wants you to admire him, too.

wolf hybrid! simon that follows you everywhere (from a distance and he rarely lets you touch him). you were frightened at first of the big bad wolf, but when he takes you away from snakes and other dangers in the woods you learn to leave out some scraps for him. (he sleeps on your front step. won't enter the house yet.)

fox hybrid! johnny who regularly sneaks into your house to play in your blankets. the wildlife here is so friendly you're shocked, shouldn't they be frightened of you? however he sleeps under your bed and he's fine unless you try to kick him out. red fur is on everything, he seems unusually close to the wolf that looms around. loves scratches to the ears!

falcon hybrid! kyle who hovers in air around your house. he finds little trinkets for you and leaves them on your porch. he mostly hangs around price, but he will chirp greetings and steal bird feed from your feeders.

they protect you in different ways, trying to worm their way to your affections before they bed down in your abode for winter.

[whatafuckinnerd]

I find it unfathomable and astounding that Tumblr isn't more obsessed with Sam Reich. You're telling me there exists out there a man who was born into the aristocracy of our country—with every privilege of modern society at his fingertips—who didn't complete high school (due to his mental health) and instead chose to devote his life to making strangers laugh and raising awareness on mental health. A full-bearded short king who is so committed to being the change he wants to see in the world that he decided to take the company he worked for into his own hands so that he could make sure all the people who worked under him could keep their livelihoods.

How many other CEOs are out here being as honest and transparent with their target audience/market as Sam Reich is? How many of them acknowledge when they fumble and continuously strive to be better than they were? How many of them actually seem like they respect their talent, both in the cast and crew? Sam Reich is the standard we should be holding other CEOs to.

But forget about all that (I could talk for a long time about the respect I have for Sam Reich)—ignore just how respectable he is as a businessman and a person. Ignore all the wholesome reasons for obsessing over Sam Dalton Reich.

The man is a stone-cold fox.

He's a little chaos gremlin and an absolute evil mastermind all rolled into one classy suit and well-groomed beard. Whenever Sam is on the set, you can guarantee he is going to make you crack a smile. And for someone with such natural authority, he's never afraid to be the butt of a joke and show himself being embarrassed. Go ahead, watch any clip of him trying to improvise in No Laugh Newsroom and just try to resist that blush.

You're sleeping on a goldmine of a man, here, damnit! And I will NOT let this go ignored any longer!

[evilgwrl]

What abt 141xpregnant!reader (or not pregnant, ur choice, I dont mind!!) And someone gets into their house and reader is all alone so she calls the boys while they're out (somewhere idk)

can be angst or fluff <3

Thank you for this idea, I hope I did it justice for you anon <3

CW: Threats of violence (not against reader), break ins, fluff

You stared at yourself in the glossy reflection, soaked rag scented with the unmistakable smell of cleaning spray dabbing at the final fingerprint, a satisfied grin on your face. You hobbled to the kitchen, ankles slightly swollen as a hand rubbed against the plushness of your belly, a gentle kick answering you back.

You felt content. You were six months pregnant and surrounded by four incredibly devoted men (who were currently running all the errands you could no longer do). Gentle feet padded against the wooden floorboards, your back humming with a subtle ache as you groaned, your body flopping down against your comfiest pillow.

Wispy lashes fell over curled lids, the zip of a fan hushing you to sleep. You awoke to rustling, your window cracked open for fresh air.

“Stupid foxes,” you muttered, rolling towards the window to shoo the pesky creatures away from your vegetables. Your heart halted, however, face a pasty shade of terror as you watched a figure, much larger than a fox, break the glass to your back door, the stone floor of your patio humming against the shards of crystal.

Pesky fingers reached for your phone, a monotone strain coming from your throat as you phoned for Price, eyes now a glassy bowl of unshed tears.

“Hey love, you ok?” The normally comforting tone only spurred your anxiety as you choked out a sob, an instant call of your name blasting through the speakers of the phone.

“There’s someone inside the house,” you choked out, your voice a mere whisper as you huddled in the corner, fingers twisting the lock on your bedroom door.

“Call Gaz in the meantime; we’ll be home in 10 minutes.”

You were a whimpering mess, swollen body trembling in your ensuite as Gaz attempted to calm you down, telling you the police were on the way. There was a commotion downstairs, kitchenware clattering as you presumed, he was rummaging around. Timber creaked under a lead foot, stairs straining under the man's weight as he stomped upstairs.

“Kyle, he’s upstairs,” you trembled, your throat constricted with a coil of anxiety as your limbs tremored, a protective hand strung across the swell of your belly. The Sergeant’s voice brought you no comfort as you heard the door to the nursery swing open, the squeak of a baby toy rattling against the wood. Your gut was burning, tender hands clutching against the marble counter in a motion to hold yourself up, your knees locking up as you clattered to the floor.

Price’s hands were stained permanent ivory, his knuckles protruding from broken skin as he pulled down your street, head beams flickering at the cars before calloused tyres screeched down a turning lane, the bulky SUV swerving into the driveway. Simon had rummaged through the glovebox on the first ring of your call, massive frame bouldering out of the unparked car as his keys twitched in the door, the steady frame of Soap in toe.

Rough fingers wrapped around carbon steel, silent footsteps thrumming against wallpaper as you shifted in the bathroom, gentle sobs wracking through your body.

You were unaware of what was going on outside your bedroom, the faint sounds of a man’s voice, unrecognisable through the thickness of the walls only spurring anxiety shrill of terror through you.

You knew they would never let anything happen to you, but what if something happened to them in the process? Sure, they were trained for combat but that doesn’t make you invincible.

You clutched your stomach, humming to yourself in an attempt to calm down.

Simon was livid, they all were. The house you had built for them all years ago was now tainted. A place you should be safe in was no longer available.

Soap’s voice was sharp as he entered the nursery, enjoying the twisted satisfaction of watching the intruder still as the safety of the gun unlocked.

“You make a f’cking movement and I’ll put a bullet in ye head, ye hear me?”

There was a slow nod from the man as Ghost entered, slamming him against the wall with a crash, his hands tied behind his back as he lunged him down the stairs. There was a faint echo of sirens in the distance as you sheltered yourself, still unsure of what was happening.

There was a rattle against the door, a soft voice calling out to you.

“It’s just me, love. Open the door.”

The doorknob felt crumbly under your touch, fingers barely able to twist it. Price’s body was warm as he engulfed your shaking figure, wet cheeks staining his shirt in a soppy mess. Thick hands grabbed at the plush of your thighs, lifting you with ease into burly arms, the tickle of his moustache against your ears as he lolled a soft apology to you.

“Shouldn’t ‘ave left you alone dove, feel like I failed you.”

The captain’s heart was bleak, an ephemeral feeling of guilt worn on his shoulder before you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, soggy lips placing a feathery kiss upon the worn skin.

“It’s not your fault, John. Could’ve happened to anyone on our street.”

The night was slow, Gaz consoling the police as Soap and Price comforted you, tending to your every need as Ghost stood outside, dark eyes glaring into the back of the police van at the man. You assured them you were okay, delicate hands rubbing your belly as you cooed, your heart finally returning to its normal bpm.

Once the blaring of red and blue lights simmered to a halt, and Ghost had run out to get a replacement door (otherwise, he wouldn’t have slept from keeping guard all night), you could fully relax. Your body was flush against the comfort of your L-shaped couch and Simon’s calloused back, fingers running through the roots of your hair.

Your eyes succumbed to temporary slumber at the touch, scalp tingling from the simplicity of gentle tugs. You were carried to bed, arms balled at the soft cotton of Soap’s shirt you had stolen. You nestled quickly into the comfort of your bed, lashes flat against your cheeks.

They all watched you, hands folded as they watched the rise of your chest, a flutter of breath leaving your lips every time it fell.

“Beautiful, ain’t she?” Price mumbled, cerulean eyes lapping in the mere sight of you, a proud glow comforting him knowing you were theirs.

“Damn right,” Ghost grunted.

There was a creak against the floorboards as your eyes opened, your voice delicate with sleep, “Will you guys stay tonight? All of you? Please.”

“Shoot us in the head if we ever say no to anything you say,” Soap uttered, a gentle slap whacking around his head from Simon as Kyle leaned into the bed, heavy hands immediately wrapping around your swell belly.

The night ended with whispers of affirmation and one happy girl.