#get some help babygirl

[phonification]

i cant stop thinking of ghost knife possessing balloon whenever hes hanging out with suitcase and goofing around

[psychomusic]

i don't understand when people criticize george lucas. he gave us ten thousand clones of TEMUERA MORRISON

[sunmisbf]

purple kiss is coming in w the steel chair on everyone it feels like they debuted a group specifically for me i 💜 horror pop #purpleonthetop

[scarlettcryptid]

made pro hero touya and pro hero tenko using this picrew.

🍩 touya just realized he got donut'd.

🍩 tenko's too busy trying to smile like a normal person to notice the donut on his head.

[tetsutits]

shinichiro has a big dick but he just doesn’t know how to use it

[spaceratprodigy]

Will You Change The Station? 🎙📻 📡

I really was gonna make a new drawing for them but for the time being I'm just gonna keep progressively fucking up this one image bc it makes me laugh ✏

Hiram leaned away, grunting at the interruption emanating from his terminal that was letting him know he had an incoming call.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were expecting someone to.." Faith gestured her hand towards the source of the sound instead of finishing her sentence.

Hiram stood up and began making his way across the room, taking his time as he was in no rush. His eyes became unwelcoming at the thought of having to answer the person on the line.

"No. It's not business related, if that's what you're inferring. But," he sucked his teeth "I was expecting this call sooner or later. Considering you're here, after all."

"What does that-"

"Really?" Hiram jabbed, before she could finish her sentence. The man stopping in place to turn and face her now. He softened his tone, immediately regretting how harshly he may have came off a moment ago.

"Did you honestly think your vicar in shining vestments was going to sit idly by while you ran away to my doorstep yet again?"

"How are you so certain it's him and not anyone else from my crew?" Faith said, her eye contact starting to waver.

Hiram noticed.

"While it is true you're not where you're supposed to be, according to them. I do know for certain, however, that when it comes to you, he'd be first in line to wring my neck–" Hiram sipped from the glass he still held in his hand.

"Even before Nyoka, who is very upset with me right now. She was vehemently against my wanting to see you again."

Faith was no longer looking at Hiram.

"Why would Max even care that I'm here?" Her words finally slipped out, hanging on her tongue longer than she would have liked.

"He made it very clear to me that all I was to him was a pawn in his stupid fucking revenge scheme," she didn't want Hiram to see her eyes starting to betray her "and that everything I felt was one sided.." her voice turned soft, the words barely finding their way out.

Hiram returned, sitting down on the edge of Faith's seat. "My dear, you and I both know that was his biggest lie yet."

"I just.. I don't understand why he would say all of that to me.. especially after.." countless memories of Max filled her thoughts. Every smile, every laugh, every touch they shared "after becoming so close.."

"Faith, that man wouldn't have shown you such an intimate side of himself if he hadn't meant it."

She let out a sigh, wanting to rest her head on Hiram's shoulder, but not allowing herself to share that kind of familiarity with him right now.

Hiram had stiffened when Faith drifted a little closer towards him, feeling a pang in his chest when he could see she was fighting her instincts. His skin grew hot as he tried to fidget with his collar without being noticed.

She did.

Faith felt a yearning deep inside of her. A hollow loneliness she wanted to fill. Wanting to be held, wanting her hair to be played with, craving any kind of comfort.

Her leg began to bounce, fingers tapping at her own glass anxiously trying to distract herself.

She knew Hiram would indulge her, she knew he planted a seed in her heart that couldn't be removed anymore. What she knew most of all, was that he wasn't the person she really wanted right now.

The closeness was stirring the pair up. Finally, Hiram cleared his throat. Trying to find himself again after getting lost in his mind full of what-if's.

"I.." he was trying to pick up where they left off "I don't know what was going through his head, but I think pushing you away was the last thing he actually wanted."

Hiram's eyes rested on Faith. As much as he couldn't stand Max, he cared very deeply about his new friend.

"He had plenty of opportunities before you reached Fallbrook to be honest with you about his intentions. I can only assume he panicked in the heat of the moment when it all finally blew up in his face and he realized the weight of the consequences."

Faith let out a brief, bitter laugh. "He said he couldn't risk me not bringing him there if I knew what he was really planning."

Hiram took another swig from his glass.

"See, that right there is the problem" he stood up now, the air feeling colder than it was on the shared seat "what an infuriating thing for someone to get blinded by. Throwing a tantrum over an old book he can't even read and OSI bullshit."

Hiram lingered next to Faith a little longer, not wanting to disturb their time together.

"I do mean it, I think once it was too late he finally had a moment of clarity and understood how ridiculous he was behaving."

Faith finally locked eyes with him, wanting to speak but struggling to find the words she really wanted.

There was a heavy silence between them, only being broken by the sound of the persisting terminal.

Hiram could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her.

"I don't know why that was his reaction. After seeing how much he had just hurt you, it's hard to imagine he wasn't ashamed with himself and the distance being the only way he could think to keep from hurting you any further."

They both knew it was the distance that had absolutely shattered her. Hiram sighed, knowing what it would mean in the long run to suggest what he was about to say.

"Faith, the two of you need to actually face each other and talk about it. Whether or not you want to keep trying to avoid it, you both mean a lot to one another. Between this talk and my terminal over there that won't shut the hell up, it's obvious neither of you really want to be apart."

Faith felt a shred of guilt in her heart hearing it come from Hiram's voice. She cared very deeply for him, she truly did. The last thing she wanted was to hurt him, but he was right.

She would always want Max more.

Hiram finally continued his path to answer the call that had been waiting for him, hoping he could hide the pain that was trying to creep it's way onto his face.

"He probably agreed you deserve better" he tacked on, not speaking directly to her but being loud enough she knew he wanted it to be heard.

Faith was looking at her hands now, eyes glued to her own still-full glass. She swirled the liquid, contemplating Hiram's hypothesis of the situation. She wondered if Max really was afraid that he'd just keep hurting her by being around, knowing she'd never be the one to want him to leave.

She sat her glass on the nearest table, never taking a single sip.

[drawnecromancy]

🎃 - What is [or would be] their go to Halloween costume ?

⁉️ - Most scared & confused they've ever felt

For Hélianthe?

From this ask game !

🎃 - What is [or would be] their go to Halloween costume ?

Ohhh, good question. If he lived in a world where Halloween is a thing... either he'd do the very obvious "dracula" joke costume, or he'd go for something cutesy.

Like, Eevee. He'd go as an Eevee. And then vehemently deny that he really likes Pokemon.

⁉️ - Most scared & confused they've ever felt

Ahh... When he was a young boy, by vampire standards, about 30 years old I'd say ? And he was ripped out of everything he ever knew to be shipped to his father's house. Taken out of his home and lead to a boat, with only a few clothes and a letter in hand, to meet a man he did not know and couldn't be sure would be nice to him.

The fact that Aster of Neregny was an asshole to him didn't help.

This was done out of his mother's need to protect him and stop him from becoming like her (trained assassin from birth), but it kind of backfired considering he's now a... loose cannon who will just kill people because he can. With a lot of issues.

[aq2003]

"it's a shame they shoved freema into so many of donna's episodes" Literally just say you're racist and leave oh my god those 3 eps in the middle of series 4 with martha in them were so fucking good showing ten having evened out and feeling more comfortable showing affection and martha recovering from all the horrible stuff she's seen and gone through (but also she can't leave that life behind completely bc how could she)

[natalias-pierogi]

Girl help they're mad about people calling kpop idols babygirls and gf coded over on twitter

[saintlesbian]

not me praying on the downfall of the bensons rn!!! of all the people for Nina to tell, I didn’t think she’d bring Martin into it????

[friendshipgamer13]

My Fucked up baby girl

[joyridingmp3]

tee hee

[thebleedingeffect]

Man, I really really do not want to go to work tomorrow... augh

[lesbianraskolnikov]

Ive never really shipped much myself but i always feared "blorbofying" him would make it seem like i understand nothing and so on and so forth. Well i can understand the book well and get silly with it. Its okay! I do not have to clarify my self..

[tojisteddy]

Cry Baby | 1.4k words (gawd damn), 18+ mdni, smut with a little plot, dacryphilia, daddy kink, meanie!simon, age gap (Simon’s 34, reader!mid-late twenties)

Simon Riley is used to making people cry.

Whether it be from heartbreak, his tall and muscular build in addition to the mask scaring children, from being too blunt, cursing men & women out, making them feel too good when he’s stuffed them full of his cock— he was used to the tears.

But you, you were an anomaly.

Sometimes you’d cry when Simon was being too mean, cry over a good movie— tears would brim to your lashes when he’d kiss you after you two would make up because you were stupid in love with the brute. But sometimes you’d hold it. A trait that Simon hated because it was like he was dealing with a different person.

He knew you were off when the two of you went shopping (for your closet of course) and you didn’t say much except ‘I like whatever you like Si.’ You’d be in and out of conversation, ��hm?’ and ‘what’d ya say?’ constantly leaving your mouth. He’d already known you we’re past your limit, but you wouldn’t say a word. Usually by the first or second day you’d fess up on your own, voice horse, gripping at his shirt, big brown eyes averting his own because you were too embarrassed. ‘can we- can we talk? just for a bit?’

His cute princess.

But now, a week had passed. He expected to hear those heart aching sobs after he heard you telling off your younger German shepherd, Fish (yes, Fish) to ‘let go’ and ‘it’s mine, Fish!’ He’d found the dog with your favorite worn out sweater, now ripped and tattered, in his mouth as he laid on the couch. Not a peep came from your lips. So the man was forced to push you to talk. Not an issue. He’d done it before.

“Got somethin’ y’wanna say t’me?”

You glanced over at the older man. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest and looking at you dead on. You shifted on your feet. You hated when he stared, it was like he was reading you like a book and tarring out the pages for good keeping.

You went back to getting the dog food ready for their last meal of the day, “nope.”

Stubborn. Simon found it funny sometimes when you picked up some of his traits, that included that stubbornness that popped out when you were agitated. But you weren’t supposed to be like Daddy, no, you’re supposed to be better. Simon would make you better.

“Don’t be hard headed swee’ art. Y’know better.”

He’d practically pushed you into a corner with his words alone. It wasn’t just intimidation, it was a clear warning. You needed out. So you spoke whatever words were at the forefront of your mind.

“Then I just don’t have anythin to say to you.”

The man was dumbfounded, head tilting to the side in awe. He didn’t expect that answer of all things and you casually went to go feed the dogs like you hadn’t said anything. A deep chuckle fills the silent walls of the kitchen.

Cute little thing. Loveable thing. His babygirl.

You didn’t wanna cry? Didn’t wanna talk? Fine.

Simon would fuck it out of you.

“Wait- hmph- w-wait Daddy I don’t-“

“Y’talk now? Thaaa’s a shocker.”

“No- I- s’tooooo much Daddy! I don’t like it like-nnnggh this!”

Simon rolled his eyes, of course you didn’t like it. It was when you felt undeniable, inescapable pleasure. He’d have you in a headlock, all of his weight completely pressed against you, rolling his hips as his girth stretched out your sweet pink walls. The room was completely filled with your moans and the smacking of his balls hitting your ass as he bottomed out with each stroke.

How many times had you cum already?

It didn’t fucking matter if tears weren’t coming out yet. And he wasn’t just aiming for those regular small ‘feel good’ tears, he needed those belligerent sobs that made your throat hurt. The blonde liked to call it ‘regulating emotions.’ When you couldn’t do it yourself of course Daddy would help. What else was he there for?

Your eyes were at the back of your skull, long manicured nails clawing at his arm and trying to get ahold of yourself. You felt delirious and you’d only cum twice but Simon kept pushing you like he wanted something out of you. The truth, you shook your head at your own thoughts. No way, you were fine. This was— god, the bastard, the ghost himself was dragging himself in and out of you, in and out, harsh and slow. Just so you could hear the squelching of your sopping cunt and get you completely embarrassed and moaning at the sound.

“Si- let’s- a break— mmmgghhh- we- oh fuck daddy- break? annngh p-please?” You whined out.

“ ‘Nd why would y’need a break when you’ve been a lazy fuckin bitch this whole time?”

A military man who could lie in an instant.

He hadn’t told you to do a single thing tonight but he needed a reaction out of you. He scuffed, pulling his strawberry red dick out of you with a loud ‘pop’ and turning you on your side. Throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and straddling your other thigh. He slapped his aching tip on your drenched hole, there you were clenching over nothing.

“Didn’t wanna talk this whole time but now ya got shit to say.” Simon slammed every fucking inch of him inside of your oh-so tight cunt making him throw his head back. “The fuckin nerve of ya.”

“I- wait-“

“-Thought ya were my good girl, but you’re just a stupid slut for daddy’s cock.”

A hiccup.

He looked down at your pretty face and- oh. there it was. There it fuckin was. That sickeningly adorable trembling pout on your two tone lips, real tears spilling out of your eye ducts and meeting the pillow as he repeatedly slammed into your gushing walls. Was it sick for him to crave it? Yes. But the big guy couldn’t help himself, he loved seeing pretty girls cry for him. Even better when he had a good reason to get it out of you. You felt the knots in your stomach building, even worse as Simon pressed a hand on your stomach as his dick poked out. A string of grumbled curses leaving his mouth at the feel of it.

You gasped, pushing at his abdomen, “Daddy nooo- it’s really too much! I- I-”

“—Nuh-uh. Stop fightin it and give it t’me. Give. It. To. Me.”

Your orgasm was harshly yanked out of you, screaming at the top of your lungs— thank fuck you two lived in the middle of the woods. You’d finally let that week old sob out of your throat, fat salty tears spilling out at everything because you really did feel everything at the moment. All the sadness was now washing over you like a wave mixed along with the high of cumming. An insane combination.

“Therrrre you go pup. Creaming all over me, all while bein so. damn. pretty. Want my cum baby girl? Hmm? Shit baby, you wanna feel full with Daddy?”

You couldn’t even find your words, just pulling at his hips to feel him deeper inside you. And it was so warm, so- loving when he came inside you, Simon making sure you took every drop till you couldn’t anymore. He cupped your face in his big hands, wiping away the tears that continued to fall. So fuckin cute. He’d sit you up, still on his cock of course, leaning back with his propped up arms and peering down at you.

“Gonna tell me what’s wrong or it’s still not for your Daddy t’hear?”

You sniffed, big brown puppy dog eyes looking up at the man full of scars.

“E-everyone-“ you let out a shaky breath, “everyone’s so damn mean Si.”

And you went on and on about your completely shitty week, from your job, to missing the train right when you needed it to Fish ripping apart your favorite fucking sweater. And Simon was there, attentive but silent, listening to every word uttered. Wiping away the stray tears with a thumb and pinching your cheek. His silly girl, adorable princess. Held it in for nothing, as if he wouldn’t be there to comfort you. Silly, silly girl. He’d fix that too, but for now—

“Want me t’take care of ya? Hm lovie?” His lips met yours, fitting the two like a missing puzzle piece. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing the blonde man closer and pressing yourself against him. You didn’t say a word. You didn’t have to.

He snickered against your lips, “Course ya do, baby, course ya fuckin do.”

a/n: kinda on Simon kick. Also the gaggery of my last post about him. Thank you guys so much. You probably won’t read this again but reading while listening to Cry Baby by SZA or Janis Joplin>>>

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[yamujiburo]

HANAMUSA (JESSIExDELIA) MASTER POST

I probably should have started doing this forever ago but I wasn’t sure how long I was gonna stick with drawing these comics. But I guess we’re in it now! This will be continually updated~ EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT

BEFORE YOU START:

This post is required reading about Team Rocket’s ages since that’s usually a question that comes up a lot LOL. As for Delia’s age, she is said to be 29 in Takeshi Shudo’s (original writer on Pokémon) novel that built out the world and characters of the anime.

Next, I feel like this chart helps give the vibe of what these characters relationship is (all just headcanons except for their names and ages)!

WHERE TO START:

Here’s a post I made detailing how Jessie, James and Meowth initially start living with Delia. It also goes into what each character does in this AU. Before going into the post, you might enjoy this fanfic my girlfriend commissioned! It’s based off of said post and is a more enjoyable read.

Here’s also a list of headcanons!

COMICS:

Here’s all the comics I’ve done! The order of most of them are pretty ambiguous and up in the air but I put them in the order I kinda see in my head! There are some that do take place before Jessie and Delia start dating though! Also a few comics that have several parts but the “next” and “prev” links will be in each comic. So I’ll only link the first part of those ones in this masterpost.

Pre-Relationship

Fast Food

Ophidiophobia

Boss 🌟NEW🌟

Whipped

Making Eyes

Hairbrush

Inquiries

Separated

First Kiss

Dating

Big Bed

Tattoo

Crumbs

Pet Clown

I’d Like To

Jessica

Lipstick (not a comic but some fun extra dialogue for this)

Glow

Sleeptalking

Official

Early Relationship

Stare Down

Shovel Talk

Invisible Walls

Date Help

Date Night

Face Blind

One Motto Away

Babygirl

Snowgasboard

Delia’s Got a Cold

Mr. Jessie Ketchum

Peek-At-Chu

Hands Off Pikachu!

Wine Nights with James

Beauty and the Beach

Turning Point Arc

Sunscreen

Where Do Babies Come From

Head Scritches

Love Life

Ugly

Ace Trainers

Pikasitting

During Relationship

Mother’s Day

Father’s Day

Gift for Delia

Gift for Jessie

Jessilina Fan

Crossdressing

Type

Hickeys

Journey Arc

Tone

Cooking Twerp

Son

Cooking Advice

Serperior Facts

Cassidy’s Cabin Arc

Father/Son Bonding

Worry 🌟NEW🌟

Later in Relationship

Uniform

Paparazzi

One Upping 🌟NEW🌟

Hand-Me-Downs

Glasses

Study Help

Happy Valentine’s Day

Wrapped

Daddy Daughter Double Battle

Splinter

Married Life

Wedding

Arbok/Weezing Reunion

Snake Eyes

FAQ:

There's a hanamusa section in my FAQ!