#gn lol

[conceptofjoy]

sliding scale of most doggy to doggy but sorta kitty. its brobot > dirk > hal > bgd. seb is bunny which has overlap in doggy. i do incredibly serious character analysis on this blog

[sikoi]

𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖊🩸

𝟏: 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭. 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬. 𝟐: 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐤. 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬. 𝟑: 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬. 𝟒: 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭. 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐩. 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬.

[spacenintendogs]

this chapter isn't close to being done yet

[loubella77]

Goodnight :)

drink water

bust a nut

get plenty of rest <3

Or dm me :)

[astrito]

i thought she'd look cute in my sona's fit...

[tksubby]

[moonrpg]

so disrespectul…. Im so upset…

[stxrmylxve]

im at a hotel finally 💪💪

[vialents]

as my friend once beautifully said

'the bags under my eyes are big enough to carry groceries' ❤️‍🔥

us bro us

[kevin-keller-artistic-director]

[skyeateyourdonuts]

awful thing i thought in the shower but if chappel roan says "everythings good happens after midnight" (after midnight) and ted mosbys mom from how i met your mother says "nothing good happens after two am" then that means theres a two hour window between 12a and 2a where the best stuff happens. anyways im so deeply sorry to combine chappel roan and how i met your mother during pride month; dont worry because i am indeed paying for my crimes

[ang3lt0myscarz]

Good night everyone!!

I’m going to bed :3!

[suiana]

beo idk where i saw or read this but can you imagine a yandere! husband who would actually go insane if you left/escaped him?

like, actually insane. I'm not talking "ohhh my spouse left me :((( im gonna find them grrr" type of insane.

im talking like mental breakdowns, crying, screaming, actually getting ill, throwing fits and acting like a sick and deranged man because you're not with him anymore.

he's a rich guy, comes from an old money family. so obviously his parents and family all see the state that he's reduced to after his beloved darling left his grasp. and they absolutely hate the way that their son is so miserable right now. that's their son! and how could they let their son suffer? just how can they help?

so they find you on his behalf and bring you back to him.

like, they're sorry you're back here against your will but their son's condition is more important! don't you see? he loves you and you're just... just neglecting him! a good spouse wouldn't do that. you have to be with him. no questions asked.

upon spotting you, their son (who was literally clawing at his arms, nails all bloody) immediately switches moods and perks up. he's no longer the insane man he was just 5 seconds ago. now he's your loving and sweet husband.

his family all sees that, especially his parents, and they make a vow to make sure you never leave him again. i mean, they like you too! you're perfect for their son! why would you ever want to leave? you don't need to leave.

just stay here with them. stay with your husband. after all, he clearly needs you. and what type of spouse would you be if you left him again?

[the-raindeer-king]

The quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

That's how the saying goes. You never realized just how true it was until you started working as Captain John Price's assistant. It had started off innocently enough, bringing him a tea or coffee when he asked. Maybe scolding him whenever you found out he skipped lunch.

You had been baking brownies, trying out a new recipe, and you just needed someone to taste them (and maybe help you get rid of the batch if need be). So, you brought them to work, left them in a pretty box on Price's desk when you dropped off his coffee.

You certainly hadn't expected the rest of the task force to come around to your desk, begging to know why you didn't bring any for them. Turn out that not only did Price brag out your baking skills, he's refusing to share with the rest of the task force, despite the fact you had brought more than enough for all of them.

Looks like you're going to have to make more.

[midnightorchids]

Jason had a "bad" habit of calling you before he went to sleep. He couldn't help it, your voice brought a deep sense of comfort into his disturbed and haunted life.

He didn't care for the time or the fact that you could be asleep; he just needed to hear your voice and to make sure that you were safe.

He always called after his patrol, just a few hours before sunrise. He would dial your number as he made his way to the mess of pillows and blankets from the prior night. He'd huddle onto his bed, patiently waiting to hear you on the other end of the line.

When you'd answer, he'd greet you with excitement, his voice sweet and gentle as if it were doused with honey.

The quite hours of the night often laced his voice with an overwhelming amount of exhaustion. It made his voice sound deeper and huskier; his accent occasionally made an appearance during this time. His tired voice was warm and filled with immense emotion. It made him sound attractive, and you'd wish to hear it in person.

Jason always asked about your day and usually responded by humming or by asking short follow-up questions. Your voice felt melodic to him, like a ballade of a soothing song; Jason could listen to you all day.

The late-night conversations never lasted long though, Jason often fell asleep listening to your stories. You'd call out his name and wait for an answer, only to be surprised with a small snore. You'd giggle to yourself before wishing him good night.

You would stay on the line for another minute or so before finally deciding to hang up and letting your own slumber take over.

[eleganthologramcolor]

Goofy way of delivering news to the 141???

Mini Poly!141 + reader (Reader is gender neutral but implied female anatomy, pregnancy)

You're smug, grinning slyly as you set up a little projector in the living room, dimming the lights.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I've called you all here," you hum, feigning nonchalance as the boys sit spread apart from the couch, the love seat and Johnny in the floor, too antsy to sit on the furniture.

The projector flicks on with a kahoot code screen.

"Boys, if you could join."

They give each other looks, already wary from the last stunt you'd pulled with this. There's even a glimmer of panic on Johnny's face, who's trying to frantically remember the date in case he'd forgotten your birthday again.

Kyle and Price are playful, indulging you, and Simon is quiet. He can tell something's up, something a little more than just a game. He keeps his mouth shut, though, tongue in cheek as he glances at his own phone screen.

"We are going to take a quiz today."

And with that, the game begins.

Question 1: what is this?

Displayed over the question is a photo of you, beaming, holding a positive pregnancy test. The boys cheer, gathering you up in their arms, Kyle gets to you first, pressing kisses to the top of your head, and Johnny's trying to pull you close to start grabbing at your belly, as if there may be signs already.

Question 2: Who's the father?

"Bit of an unserious way to deliver news, innit?" Simon finally grumbles, unable to hold back the amused huff.

Then the screen flicks to the next question.

The room is quiet for a moment, competitive, the boys instantly hushed as they glance at one another. They each pick themselves, of course, they'd hope they got first born. Who wouldn't?

But when in the dark, Kyle's face is lit up in green, and there's only a pause before he's cackling victoriously as he runs out of the room to evade the pillows thrown at his head.