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[youre-ackermine]

- This post is personal -

I'd like to give a big shout-out to my friends (you all know why 🥺)

@the-milk-anon Milk (my Beloved Waifu) ❤️

@happybird16 Tay 🤍

@theferricfox Andrea 🧡

@jayteacups Jay 💜

@levmada Gee 💙

@sckerman Suki 💚

❤️❤️❤️ I love & admire you all so much ❤️❤️❤️

[elviehun]

heard it's someone's special day today

HAPPY TENTH🥹🥹 GORGEOUS LITTLE GIRL

HOW are you already 10, that's clearly a scam 🥹 AAAAAAAAA

You're perfect and beautiful and will always be famous to me 🥹

(+you are the ONLY reason I don't hate my birthdays as much as I did pre 2014 anymore. The best thing I can share it with is You 🩷💙🥰🤗)

[steel-nemesis]

He's got loot! :]

[britneyshakespeare]

i opened gno cloe and i can't even begin to tell you how stunningly beautiful she is to hold

[malewifetouya]

“The feminist in me leaves when Dabi-“ actually the feminist in me increases because he respects women

[elaratyrell]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better🌹💕

Thank you Gee 💖

[konan-supernova]

I saw that you reblogged the post about migraines from me, and as a fellow migraine-haver I just wanted you to know that I’m happy to listen or help if you ever need it! Hope you have a nice day ☺️

Thank you, I appreciate that a lot!! 💙 Honestly, I hadn't considered before that getting regular headaches might not be such a normal thing lol

[nocturnalghoul]

are clay's stockings fishnets or 15-denier?

Oh wow, @askingforthesun your boy? In My Askbox? What a fun field trip for him, I hope he has fun while he’s here Mal.

Well you know that depends on the situation. Clay is a man of variety and also oh so willing to play to other’s preferences.

Thoughts and shitty 30 second edits below the cut:

For instance Omega prefers the 15-denier on him because his claws get stuck and tangled weird in the fishnets. I mean, they get caught in the other stockings too, just in a much more satisfying way. Clay comes running to Megs to play sexy doctor a lot and getting to tear runs in the stockings is like an extra reward. (Not that the extra enticement is needed, but Clay has NICE legs and oh boy is it appreciated.)

Other people and other times is a completely different story.

There are times Clay genuinely helps around the library… and then there are times where he sneaks off to ‘help’ Deo. Ya know just being so kind and coming in to bring him something, and oh while he’s here he might as well dust these old shelves and oh what’s that beneath his big coat?

Oh it’s him in a sexy maid outfit and fishnets, WHAT A COINCIDENCE.

Imperator also enjoys the fishnets for GRIP… she ends up ripping a lot as well

Long story still pretty long:

Whoever runs the treasury for the abbey has some serious financial decisions to wrestle with

[yikes-00]

💌

GEE!!! Where to start. I love riffing ideas with you and that’s probably my saddest thing is that I’m not in the GC riffing with you as much. I love how supportive you are of not just me but of everyone around you and how you remember peeps ideas and give them shout outs. I love that your ideas for fics and your writing (you just gotta believe in yourself). Miss you!!💙

[comdrspock]

The Liothans invited their guests, including the two security crewmen, to spend the evening with them touring the city. In the morning, they proposed that Altair could beam aboard the Enterprise with them to get a taste of human culture and to learn more about the Federation. It was, of course, part of their mission to encourage peaceful peoples to join, so Kirk felt obliged to accept. He was accustomed to alien females eyeing him like a prize to be won. Though he did not relish that experience and regretted that his now-married friend had to share it, he could hardly let one lonely young girl deter them from doing their duty.

Besides, the city was quite lovely, with refracted light casting rainbows in the streets from all the crystalline architecture and the bubblegum skies overhead. It appealed to the captain’s romantic nature. After inquiring about some of the fanciful, brightly-colored blooms that seemed to grow everywhere and if they would stay alive in water for any length of time, he even plucked a few to bring aboard tomorrow.

Cold Morning Light

multirptrash​:

Christine giggled warmly as she watched them leave, and she went back to filling out reports, already looking forward to when he would come back.

The two men joined Kirk in the transporter room, and Bones grumbled, “Found him with Chris, of course. She’s a bad influence, Jim.” However, Bones’ mouth fell open when he saw that Kirk was now standing at the doorway, laughing over something with Lieutenant Uhura. He grumbled something about how he was the only one left with sense before Kirk rejoined them. 

“What were you saying, Bones?” 

“That both of you need your heads examined,” McCoy muttered.

They beamed down into a very large, impressive city that looked as if it were made predominately of glass or crystal. The sky was a purplish color, and the plant life that they could see was also of slightly strange hues to their Earth (and Vulcan) eyes. The people who greeted them, two men and three women, were humanoid in appearance, tall with very large, bright eyes and a slight turquoise tint to their skin that reminded Kirk and Spock of the Andorians, though without any of their other odd features.

“Greetings, travelers.” One of the women stepped forward, spreading her arms wide. “Welcome to Liothus. I am Amara and this is my consort, Altair, and our child, Eluvia.” She indicated one of the other females, who seemed young and was pretty enough in an fragile, elfin way.

[duckmorganduck]

it's not podtober.........

okay FUN FACT!!!!! i headcanon that mariana has cerebral palsy. or ENVISION her with!! vise versa

so introducing some mariana art over the past few days ALLLL cerebral palsy themed 💙

I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A LIMIT FOR IMAGES we had just enough for the comic do not fear (we didn't have enough actually i combined some frames)

gee willikers this post is tall

BYE MARIANA ILY 💚

lyt reader ty for viewing :-)

[chelsiegeorgia]

Gee I wonder what movie I've been watching 💙❤️

[frudoo]

I'm actually crying a bit as I write this, I went out today and didn't realize that I chub rubbed a hole through the thighs of my jeans... On each fucking side... Realized it while I was in the middle of the store, could I get the 141 boys reactions to being out with their girl and this situation occurs? I'm so utterly mortified and humiliated right now and this is the only thing I could think to cheer me up. Thank you for reading this 💙

Aww sugar :( that's no fun. I hope you're feeling better, and that you treated yourself to a new pair!

Warnings: Slight mention of weight gain (in an affectionate way), fem!reader.

Kyle Garrick:

     You’re walking hand-in-hand with Kyle along the mall when you feel the slight sting on the insides of your thighs. When you stop walking, Kyle immediately turns around to see what’s going on, his heart already pounding when he sees the concern on your face. He backs you against the wall and blocks you from everyone else’s prying eyes so you can do whatever it is you’re doing more comfortably.

     “Wha’s wrong, dove? Did ya start?” He asks softly as you examine the rips in your jeans. 

     “No,” you sniffle, chest starting to heave with embarrassment. “No, I- my jeans are ripped.”

     “Aw, poor thing. Let’s go get ya a new pair, or four, hm?” Kyle grins, tilting your chin up. “No tears, my baby, s’normal. We’re already at the mall, anyway.”

     You nod and sniffle, smiling against his lips when he leans down to kiss you tenderly.

     “There’s my girl. C’mon, let me spoil ya.”

     John Price:

     Grocery day is already stressful enough, so when you feel the hems on the inside of your jeans burst and your skin getting raw, you break out in a fit of anxious, irritated sobs. John hears your voice and comes running over, narrowed eyes scanning your aisle and the areas around it for any reason you might be so upset. Finding nobody, he relaxes a bit, turning you to face him and massaging your shoulders gently.

     “What’s got you so down, darlin’?” He asks softly, voice dripping with concern.

     “My fucking jeans,” you hiss, lifting one leg onto the bottom of your shopping cart to expose the tears to him.

     “You’re all red. Are you in pain?” His brow creases as he examines your thighs, gently running his fingertips along your skin.

     When you wince, he nods, instantly withdrawing his hand.

     “1-10, how mean is your brain bein’?”

     “Eight,” your bottom lip wobbles, and he wraps one arm around your waist, maneuvering the cart back to the front of the store with his free hand. “John, we have to-”

     “Mm-mm. We’ll have the groceries delivered. Right now, I’m gonna get you home and in bed, and you’re gonna use my card to buy yourself some new jeans online. Understood?” 

     “Understood.”

     Simon Riley: 

     “M’bout to fuckin’ kick this shelf down,” Simon grumbles, glaring at the miscellaneous car parts that, evidently, are pissing him off. 

     “Don’t do that, please,” you giggle softly, trying not to alert him as to the pain you’re feeling.

     You should know better than to hide something from Simon. He grabs your hand to drag you to the next aisle, cocking an eyebrow when he sees just the slightest tweak in your walk.

     “Wha’s wrong?” He asks, looking you up and down as if he’s analyzing the state of your wellbeing. 

     “My jeans ripped and I’m chafing,” you whisper, looking around to make sure there was nobody around to hear about your situation. 

     “Thighs’re gettin’ thicker, eh?” His eyes crinkle and you can tell he’s smiling beneath the black medical mask he’s wearing. 

     “Gee, thanks, Si. Say it louder, why don’t you?” You huff, smacking his bicep hard—as if that’s gonna stop him.

     “I jus’ might,” Simon hooks his arm around you and grabs a handful of your plush hip, giving it a firm jiggle. “I happen t’like my girl soft and tasty.”

     “Okay, o- Simon! Enough!” You giggle as he starts tickling your sides, making you forget all about your pain and embarrassment. 

     “Now,” he hums, satisfied. “M’gonna get us home so I can get those delicious fuckin’ thighs wrapped ‘round m’head.”

     Johnny MacTavish:

     “Bon’? Ye’ve been in there a while,” Johnny’s soft knock sounds on the dressing room door, worry in his tone.

     “I’m fine!” You respond, clearing your throat and wiping away your tears, praying that he can’t hear the despair in your voice. 

     He does. The next thing you know he’s crawling beneath the gap in the door like a damn dog, spinning you around by your shoulders so he can examine your face.

     “Ah- for fuck’s sake, Johnny!” 

     “Och, quit yer whinin’ an’ tell me wha���s wrong,” he barks, one bushy eyebrow raised high.

     “My jeans are ripped and my thighs are chafed and it fucking hurts,” you blubber, angrily pointing at the holes in the fabric where your poor skin has been rubbed raw.

    “Is tha’ all?” Johnny grins cheekily. “Take ‘em off.”

     “Excuse me?” It’s your turn to raise an eyebrow.

     “Ye heard me. Take ‘em off.”

     Rolling your eyes, you comply, surprised when he does the same. He hands you his own pair and takes yours, and you watch with great amusement as he shimmies into your jeans. His are a little too big for you at the bottom and a little too small at the waist, but your shirt is long enough to cover the fact that you had to leave it unbuttoned. Half of Johnny’s calves are exposed in your jeans and the waist droops around him, but damn that beautiful man and his perfect, muscular thighs, they fit in perfectly. 

     “Damn, hen. We should trade more of’en, these make me arse look fantastic!”

So, all in all, the rest of your shopping trip went smoothly, despite all the workers staring at the odd pair of you—and hey, he was right. His ass does look fantastic, especially when it’s buying you new jeans.

[ludmilachaibemachado]

July 1967. He was showcasing both the Revolver cover and his designs for Bee Gees' debut album. The Grammy award which he won for Revolver on 2 March 1967 can be seen on his coffee table💙

Via @klausvoormannfp on Instagram💙

[chocos-universe]

Happy New Year!!

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--New Years Special<3--

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|Lee - Tweek -- Ler - Craig|

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Ships Include - Creek (Craig x Tweek) (Romantic)

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"Aha-! Crahahahahaig! Quihihit thahahat-!"

"Awh, you can deal with little tickles, can't you?" Craig gently squeezed Tweek's sides

"EEP-! Ehehehehehe! Bahahahabe! Stahahap!" Tweek snickered and buried his face into Craig's chest

"No can do! This is my gift to you!" Craig grinned and poked his side once more before poking at his stomach

"NAHAHA-! CRAHAHAHAHAHAIG!!" Tweek squealed, just hugging Craig tighter

"Haha! You aren't even pushing me away, silly!" Craig chuckled and tickled behind his lovers ear

"OHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHO! *hic*"

"Oh, I've could've gone here!" He drilled his finger in his belly button

"NOHOHO-- NOHOT THERE-- NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!! *snort, hic*" Tweek shook his head against his boyfriend

"Sooo embarrassing having your boyfriend tickle you, huh?"

"YEHEHEHEHEHES!!"

"Nahhh, I don't think sooo~!" He teased lightly

Eventually, he stopped, wrapping his arms around Tweek's torso, and smothered his cheek in kisses

"Ah-! *snort* ya sahahahahap!" Tweek laughed a little

Craig just chuckled "Heh, Happy New Year, love..."

"Happy Near Year, dummy..."

💚End💙

☆Happy New Year!! Gee, 2025 already? Time flies, huh? Well, this is the last fic of 2024! It's been amazing to be on Tumblr, meet so many people, and have so many lovely fans. And y'know what they say, New Year, New Me! Happy New Year, my sweet Sunflowers!!<3♡

[askblueandviolet]

Ask Box is opened!!!

Gee, look at these two. You could almost assume that they are a happy couple. Shame it's very far from that though LMAO. These two are still disasters but hey they haven't killed each other yet so many they still stand a chance to make things better. Things have actually, already got better.

I have decided to do the same thing I did last week, but I strive to keep it open for 24hrs this time, because since there will be no chapter next week I have no deadline! HORRAY!!! So ask whatever you want, I'll close the box tomorrow.

I will say now though that this will be the last time I open the box until the new fic is out! Because, erm, I need a break XDDDDD. I mean it MIGHT open again depending on how I'm feeling in the future but for now, this is the plan :)))). So get in those asks, this is your only chance XDDDD. Thanks for everything guys, and as always, have fun!

Update: Ask Box is closed! I will start answering them tomorrow :))))

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