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[dumb-zombie-girl]

Happy December 1st everyone

[lovereadandwrite]

Nikolai during every DoA meeting🙂✨

[uber-dawn]

hey have you guys heard of this game, it's really cool, called "In Stars and Time", you should play it sometime

[spinsvi]

i formally Apologize for toddlerblr posting but im watching s3 of the shaun the sheep series and im convinced that shaun has ptsd from the events of A Close Shave. before you come at me i KNOW im definitely reading too much into a kid's show but let me explain

in the episode Shaun The Fugitive, shaun sneaks into the farmer's kitchen to retrieve a ball and is distracted by a myriad of desserts. he tries to be sneaky, but other sheep notice and they demand for their share. soon, shaun makes a mess in the kitchen, he himself ends up covered in frosting...... just like how messy he became when he broke into wallace and gromit's kitchen in A Close Shave.

later in the episode he gets caught by the farmer and is scolded. then a stranger arrives and he chats with the farmer, who points at shaun (he's actually pointing at the truck behind shaun) and does a weird gesture with his hands that shaun misinterprets as strangling. shaun then pictures himself turned into a backpack, getting taxidermized, and becoming a rug.

so what does this have to do with the movie? in A Close Shave, shaun was one of the many sheep who were rustled, and his kidnappers intended to make him into canned meat.

meanwhile, for the entire episode of Shaun The Fugitive, shaun was convinced that his skin and wool would be preserved and used, which would require the removal of his innards. if we take this into account, then it's safe to assume that shaun also believed that he would become dog food.

+++ this is definitely a stretch, but the follow up episode Hard To Swallow shows shaun accidentally swallowing a duck whistle. with no other solution, the other sheep turned their barn into a surgical room so they could get the whistle out of him. upon seeing their tools, shaun runs away, in fear of being operated on ............

this could probably be chalked up to just shaun being afraid of getting cut open by the usually unreliable and not very bright flock, but i think it's funny how this happens Right After the episode about shaun thinking he's about to die.

in conclusion, shaun the sheep has not completely moved on from wallace and gromit + i am insane

[zooblenation]

i think the safest way to make everyone happy is pomni x zooble x gangle x ragatha x jax yuri polycule. kinger and caine can explore eachothers bodies or something idgaf

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

i think more people should be thinking about what prism's life must have been like when she first got her hands on kinesium and made her first actually sentient robot. i need to know what it was like for dr prism to stumble into the blueprints for a robot baby.

[ventique-genshin]

Happy birthday to the anti-mujina specialist Childe 🎉

[spurgie-cousin]

I always wondered how old Janessa was, I thought 3 because she just upgraded to a toddler bed from a cot. She just turned 6. Is babyfication a thing?

I didn't see the toddler bed thing, but yea I personally think Jill babies the shit out of Janessa and all of her younger kids throughout the years. My personal opinion is that she's one of those people who's obsessed with having little babies, and then immediately needs another one when she notices the previous baby start to grow up a little bit (I think a lot of these kinds of moms have like, a baby addiction for lack of a better term lol).

And yes I know youngest children need more attention and care simply because they're younger than their more independent siblings, but the baby talk towards Janessa, Sofia, and even Sadie and Olivia is just ridiculous to me. Janessa is first grade age at this point and it really seems like Jill just refuses to treat her like an actual person because she wants to keep her as the baby. She even called her "baby Janessa" until she was at least 4 or 5, or maybe she still does idk, but I think she infantalizes the shit out of her kids.

[momolith]

hnnnnnn… thoughts on liujiu?

if sj tops

[phantastragoria]

There's supposed to be a new Vol. 3 trailer coming out tonight...

[m0e-ru]

listening to the drama tracks and getting so mad like it's a live broadcast drama reading and I get up go down and burst into the recording studio to personally tell madono to shut up and leave

[theevilicecreamsoda]

If one more person says ‘wow this fandom is still alive??’ im fucking killing you

[kamisamawashinda-tte]

having such a hard time staying awake this week

[alchemistc]

He likes occupying the same space as Tommy. It's - every time he looks across a room and sees him he just wants all the space between them to disappear. And - okay - yeah - Tommy has, like occupied space inside of Buck so there's - there's a little Pavlovian tic somewhere in the goo Tommy's smile can turn his brain into but also -

He likes the way it feels when they're side by side - naked or clothed - and Tommy arches his shoulder to smack it into Buck's. He likes the way his eyes dart, when they're breathing the same air and he's thinking about kissing Buck - which is a look he relishes now as much for the knowledge that he's about to be kissed as for the knowledge that he'd seen this look a half dozen times before they ever got to the kissing part. He likes the way Tommy occupies Buck's space - never overbearing but always close, close, close like if Buck asked they'd melt pieces of themselves and stick them together before everything cooled back down. He likes the way they can't quite hold hands without their arms brushing, and the way Tommy ducks his head when Buck exaggerates a flirty head tilt.

He likes a lot of things about Tommy.

He likes the way he grudgingly enters a gay bar because it's not really his scene and ends the night with a drag queens feather boa wrapped around his neck while he sings the Gaga parts of Shallow even if he gets a little pitchy.

He likes the way Tommy boops his nose, out of the blue while he's listening to Buck explain something that has no bearing on either one of them or the thing they're working towards together - still listening with rapt attention but also a little devastatingly charmed by Buck's rambles, of all things.

He likes the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs, soft and genuine, the way when he's really feeling it the ears draw back too.

He likes the way he sounds, that first time (and every time after) Buck found his prostate and he whined like a fucking siren.

He likes the way his face softens even when he's tired, worn around the edges as Buck flings a sock into his laundry basket and tucks his head up under Tommy's chin.

He hates the way Tommy shuts down every time Buck tries to bring up the future.

And it's not like - it's not like Buck isn't aware they'd sort of speed run some milestones. House keys swapped with the sort of flippancy you'd expect out of two guys whose schedules rarely lined up. A drawer in Bucks's loft for the clothes Tommy always left behind, because for some reason he liked to fling them over the balcony instead of stuff them back in his overnight bag. A toothbrush at Tommy's a month and a half in, which wouldn't be all that strange except for he'd gone out of his way to buy the same electric one Buck had in his bathroom vanity. The pin to each others phones, swapped and repeated until it was muscle memory and three weeks ago Buck had grabbed the wrong phone but he'd seen the lock screen of the two of them from their hike in Fern Dell and he'd punched the code in like it was rote before he'd even been fully awake.

Tommy'd hit a wall, though, the first time Buck brought up his lease. And it wasn't - Buck isn't always the best about understanding the shit going on in his own head, but he actually hadn't been going any particular direction there, it'd just been something to fill the lull that had popped in his head and -

Of course, when Tommy froze the fuck up Buck decided to poke at it like a particularly nasty yellowing bruise.

Kids - not his own, just the nebulous idea of them. (Tommy shifted to a conversation about cars so smoothly it'd taken Buck half an hour to notice.)

Marriage - not his own thoughts about it, just that Bobby and Athena had an anniversary coming up and man didn't it suck that Maddie and Chim never got the wedding they wanted and he'd gone to one once in Montana and it'd been in a barn and they'd had candles in Mason jars for their centerpieces before that was the thing to do. (Tommy booped his nose and scrunched his face and held out a ladle of tomato sauce for Buck to try and - son of a bitch he'd known it needed more acid and that Buck would get distracted with recipe talk.)

Homes - the idea of them. Tommy's century old ranch style rental and how it fit him, Bobby and Athena's hunt for a new home, how quiet Eddie's always felt without Chris there, and Tommy had spent an hour listing off all the things he'd fixed up for his landlady and the rent she'd been stubbornly stuffing back through his mail slot every time she found out exactly how much the labor alone for a full copper repipe cost.

So it's.

He's just.

He hates that he's about to do this, here, with his ankle hooked by Tommy's toes under the table at Micelli's when they're supposed to be enjoying six months but he's been on edge for weeks now and he's - God he wants this to work but if Tommy doesn't want to talk future then are they just gonna spend their whole lives stumbling into the next milestone? He doesn't want -

"I had something I wanted to ask -," Tommy starts, right as Buck opens his big mouth and blurts, "I want kids and that's kind of a deal breaker for me."

Tommy blinks.

Buck blinks back.

Not much better than Hot Chicks, as far as Buck is concerned. But Tommy's mouth quirks at the corners, and he jiggles his toes against the back of Buck's ankle, and -

Tommy blows out a breath. "Oh thank God."

"What?"

So he's -

Buck's confused.

"You've been fishing for months now and I thought you were..." Tommy grimaces. When he leans forward to reach for Buck's hand, his arms are tense and his fingers are clumsy. "I thought we'd gone too fast and you were throwing us in reverse and stepping on the gas."

"What," Buck says again, and rewinds.

Kids: where he'd tried to drop the bomb that there was one out in the world who already had half his genetic code and then blazed along to talk about how Chris was his favorite person in the world and Maddie had struggled with Jee and the whole foster debacle made him terrified of all the stress involved in state sanctioned parenthood.

Marriage: where he'd made some dumb joke about how many marriages ended in divorce and then reminded Tommy how much he hated the fact that weddings cost like a third of a years salary, and then told a horrendous anecdote about the way Eddie had asked Buck to come by one night after Shannon only to find him keyed up out back, with the fire pit going and Shannon's things still tucked into their plastic bag on a stool right next to it.

Home: where he'd told Tommy the house in Hershey was like a prison and he'd never felt more himself than wandering the continent trying to find himself and how the loft was suffocatingly open and of the two places where he always felt welcome, one had burned down and the other had been missing an occupant for so long it had felt sad and oppressive.

Foot in mouth Buckley.

"I brought up my lease and you looked like you were trying to figure out if you could hurdle three tables in one leap to get to the door."

Tommy groans. It's. Buck wants to be annoyed by it but he's charmed as ever.

"That - I did do that."

"So. I'm just. Tommy, I..." Because he's given himself time to think about it, since then, and he really doesn't want to re-up his lease but he's also not sure where to go from here.

"It wasn't what you're thinking, though," Tommy says, and there's a wry tilt to his grin. "Irene wants to sell me the house," he continues, and - there's got to be a point, here.

"Okay."

He likes that house. The lived in feel, the easy walk to a little public market where Buck can always find something healthy and Tommy can always come home with a growler of some new craft beer, the avocado tree in the yard and the renovations Tommy has spent half a decade on.

"When you brought it up I'd just spent two weeks trying to convince myself it was too early to ask you if you wanted to sign up for a mortgage with me."

Six months. A redo of their first embarrassing date. The wine, instead of pitchers of beer. I had something I wanted to ask -

"I want to be married, someday," Buck says, and Tommy's thumb skitters over his wrist. "And - the kid thing. That's still a deal breaker."

Tommy nods. Maybe not a surprise, but - still. That feels important.

"I still don't understand equity," Buck says, and Tommy. Tommy laughs.

"I can teach you," he says, and Buck swallows. He wants to call the waitress over, ask for too many canolli because Tommy's sweet tooth is a tyrant and Buck is still mystified by how he manages to always be so trim despite the amount of sugar he consumes.

Buck narrows his eyes. "How long a mortgage?"

He has a settlement from the city that's just been sitting around, mocking Buck for years. It'd make a good dent even with LA real estate. Tommy smiles. "Oh, 30 years, for sure, but we could refinance at least a few times."

"That's - a long time."

"Housing bubble might pop soon, and then we'd just be stuck in it."

"It's good we both have dependable government jobs."

Tommy's eyes crinkle, but his face gets serious after a moment. "Evan."

"Ask me."

Maddie's gonna fucking flip, Buck thinks. Eddie is definitely gonna give him a side eye. Bobby - Bobby will get it, probably.

Tommy hums. "You wanna share the tiramisu?" His grin is just this side of teasing, and Buck knocks a knee into his in retaliation. His eyes go soft and warm. "You wanna buy a house with me, Buckley?"

[lasanya539]

Trick or treat! ✨🎃（＾∇＾）

post-halloween trick-or-treat ask!

Treat! You get a drabble (1.3k words) based on this prompt by @prompts-in-a-barrel!

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"You seem nervous."

Donnie gulps, glancing at April. "I have never encountered human children before. I'm not sure of the protocols." April rolls her eyes, gesturing at the miniature person Donnie's been eyeing quite critically for some time, nestled comfortably in her lap. "There is no protocol, dude. This is literally just a baby."

"Yes, and I've never talked to one before. What am I supposed to say? 'Goo-goo', 'gah-gah'?"

She sputters out a laugh, fingers raking through the curly hair of a small head tucked under her chin. The child looks up, letting out a coo and leaning further into the touch.

Curious brown eyes tick over to Donnie, who shoots a vaguely disgusted look at the chubby fingers in her drooling mouth. She coos again, flapping her other unoccupied hand at him.

"Are you side-eyeing a baby, Donatello?" April says, picking up the packet of wet wipes from the coffee table. "I don't think Priya's old enough to have mastered the art of social cues and non-verbal communication."

"Look at what she's doing! She's getting her spit everywhere!"

April delicately pries the toddler's - Priya, as her birth certificate apparently says - hand away, wiping her clean. Donnie can see the clear affection she has for her babysitting charge, as she responds to her babbling with some baby-talk of her own.

He snorts. "You're so domestic."

Her eyes flash behind her glasses. "I will dismember you."

He raises his hands in surrender, not willing to suffer her wrath when he isn't caffeinated properly.

Honestly, he's not even sure why April asked him of all people to help her babysit. The only reason he's here is because she not-so-subtly bribed him with a slice of her mother's pumpkin spice pie, and Gaga knows how easy Donnie is for Mrs. O'Neil's baking.

"How long are we staying here?" He groans, slouching on the sofa.

"A couple of hours more, I think. Her parents are planning on getting all of their Diwali shopping in one day for some reason. But that's why I'm getting paid the big bucks for sacrificing my Saturday before Halloween!" April bounces Priya on her lap once she's all clean, grinning at her.

"And I get to spend it all with you, cutie-pie!" She pokes her in the stomach, looking delighted at the responding giggle.

Donnie rolls her head towards the two of them. A smile tugs at his lips. "Okay, fine. She is pretty cute."

"Right? The cutest. Here, you should hold her!"

"I - what?"

April suddenly stands up, and with a surprising amount of strength drags him up with her. Donnie just barely keeps himself from crashing into the coffee table, before she thrusts the baby at him.

Surprised by the sudden course of events, he has no choice but to grab the small body, lest they somehow manage to drop her. Which he might, he thinks, panicked, tightening his grip as much as he dares to without hurting her in any sort of way.

"Oh, Galileo, absolutely not. Take her back right now."

"Donnie. Chill out, dude."

"'Chill out'?" He wonders what sort of picture he makes, standing in the middle of an apartment living room, among the festive string lights and decorations, shoulders hiked up to his ears as he holds up a baby at arms length.

He doesn't have to wonder for long, because April immediately snaps a picture with her phone.

"April!"

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist." She puts the phone away, and laughs helplessly, waving a hand at him. "What are you doing? Why are you holding her like that?"

Priya seems to have the same question, if the wide eyes looking at him under the curly fringe are any indication. He gives her the same wide-eyed stare back. "I don't know! If I've never talked to a baby before, what makes you think I would know how to hold one?"

"Maybe start by not holding her like he's going to blow up any second?" April asked wryly, raising a brow at him.

Donnie furtively glances at her dotted onesie, specifically the diaper under it. "We don't know she won't for sure."

"Ugh, I changed her ten minutes ago! Donnie, look." She stands in front of him and bends her elbows in a cradling pose. "Here, see? Bring her close and hold her like that."

"Uh." Donnie has no idea how to do that without taking one hand off her, and he's terrified of trying to maneuver her without 100% certainty she isn't going to fall. "No. I think I'm good like this."

"C'mon, dude! Just hold her like you'd hold a football."

He huffs, quoting back, "This is how I would hold a football."

The football-in-question is still just blinking at him like he's a particularly fascinating science project. She gurgles at him, babbling incoherently. He wonders fleetingly if her babbling would sound the same if he spoke in Hindi instead of English, before her legs kick out impatiently under his hold.

"She's getting bored." April helpfully provides. Donnie tamps down the immediate 'noooo really?', keeping the sarcastic response to himself, studying the baby like she's the fascinating science project.

Experimentally, keeping a secure hold on her, he sways Priya a little to his right. Priya giggles happily with the motion, gums on full display. He sways her the other way with a little bounce. She squeals delightedly. He does it again. And again, side to side. Until he finally spins her around in a circle, balancing on his heel, whirling her in a wide arc as she shrieks in enjoyment. Her chubby arms are raised, legs extended. Donnie turns and grins brightly at April, automatically bringing Priya to his chest, settling a supportive hand under her legs. "It appears this child has an affinity for flying!" Donnie proclaims, jostling her as gently as he can in excitement, earning another giggle. His grin gets bigger.

April has one arm over her chest, the knuckles of the other pressed to cover up the growing smile, eyes crinkled behind her glasses.

"Goes after her new turtle buddy Tello." She quips, unable to keep the joy out of her voice. Donnie gives her a look, before a spectacular idea strikes him. "Elated gasp! You are completely right, my dear April! To further this interest, I must show her the beauty of actual aviation travel!" With a flick of his wrist, his jetpack pops up from his battle shell, purple propellers whirring to life.

"Oh hell no." April immediately denies in her most authoritative voice, which he completely ignores. But as he's lifted off the ground, Priya shrieks once more, clutching to his arm in fear.

And that knocks some sense into him.

"Crap, yeah, no, bad idea." Donnie realizes in alarm, setting them both on the floor safely and making the propellers disappear. "Too soon, right? Sorry, I tend to get ahead of myself sometimes. Please don't cry?"

Feeling helpless, he thinks back to the faint memories he has of being in his father's lap after a particularly bad day, and gently rocks her back and forth. Her scared sounds quiet down almost immediately.

"Wow." He looks up to see April blink at him, impressed. "You might be better at this than I am."

Donnie feels a swell of pride and embarrassment, which he rushes to cover. "Well, I am generally considered a genius. Being better than everyone is in the name."

She grins at him sharply. "Consider yourself lucky you're holding a baby and therefore an unviable target for a punch."

He chuckles, before he feels a tug. He looks down to see that Priya has one of his mask tails in her grip, her fingers smoothing over the silky material. He had put on his longer bandana that morning.

"Admit it." April wheedles in an annoying, sing-song voice. "It's not that bad, is it?"

Donnie rolls his eyes, but smiles when Priya coos happily once more. "Yes, it's not that bad."

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Thank you for the ask! Happy Halloween and a very Happy Diwali to everyone!

(i am only doing post-halloween trick or treats till nov 3)

[deletedsissybabygirl]

Go ahead and put your letters in their places sissy while mommy gets your make up ready. Tonight your going to meet your new daddy. After he gets done fucking me he said he wants to go from my ass to your mouth back and forth. I told him Yes Daddy. I also told him you said goo goo gaga. Now let's get that sissy face nice and pretty cor daddys cock. I want you to be as feminine as possible so his cock doest freak out from your yucky male face and get soft. Good girl yes you are a little bed wetter. Such a sissy.