#gods i hope it's a big ol' floppy flop

[giantkillerjack]

Avatar 2 is so funny to me cause they are pulling some absolute Rip Van Winkle shit

Everything that the first movie had to offer 15 years ago is no longer valuable now, so the entire thing feels stunted and forced and out of time, no matter how much they claim this is a cultural event. No one cares. No one remembers.

They overslept and woke up irrelevant.

[ohbo-ohno]

Im living for the ghoap x reader stuff, especially with petplay. 😩🥴 I love ghost calling reader a kitten when theyre being all bitey and misbehaving but what about when reader can only shake in their shoes and cry and sob? they'd be just a little bunny. I feel like it would have been something ghost would have done and not johnny. he tries to comfort them and maybe they even let him, hoping he'll convince ghost to be gentle. but bunny should really know better, johnny obeys Simon and just holds em down while bunny cries. not that they mind, they probably love fucking little bunny thru the tears. they keep going no matter how they're begged to stop or how many orgasms bunny has. maybe if they wear lil bun down physical and emotionally they'll get some cuddles. (and maybe some lack of misbehaving for a day or two too)

return of the bunny asks

the first sentence of this is real as fuck, it's like the only thing i manage to think about when i write. i've got like [too many] wips right now and when i tell you it is a FIGHT to not have petplay in literally every single one. my own personal cross to bear

serial killer ghoap love a bunny reader. literally their prey?? johnny the hound and you the hare??? keeps your throat between his teeth, holds you down to the ground and growls so you feel the sound move through your pulse. cmon it writes itself, babe! also, bun/bunny/rabbit/cottontail as a nickname really does it for me. the darklina fandom loves to have aleksander call alina his bunny and it always gets my heart skipping a beat

breeding kink is not super my thing but like. the phrase "fuck like rabbits" exists for a reason. also.. fuckbunny :(

fucking her so much for so long, saying doesn't she like it? aren't rabbits just horny little things that always need a cock buried deep up inside them? you're soaked, bun, there's no point in trying to lie. c'mon, another orgasm and maybe you'll calm down a bit

hngggg giving you floppy ears, a leotard with a little fuzzy tail on the back, and big ol' oversized shoes to make your feet like bunny paws :( flopping around a little unbalanced, ears flopping in your eyes and your nose twitching because you're trying so hard not to cry :( oh my god

bunny gets bitey and all of the sudden simon stuffs a carrot in your mouth!! says "i'll give you something to chew on", snickers when you reluctantly chew and swallow.

also. burrow. bunnies burrow. that's fucking adorable. you get all snuggled up in your blankets and they laugh when they find you, make your face flush horribly as you try and wiggle further into your little safe haven of softness. they just pull you out (or dig in themselves), tell you you did such a good job burrowing for them :( give you some of their own clothes to burrow with

[misfics]

sleepy morning; racctorious

aaah!!! im so excited to finally get this out there!!! first oneshot of this blog, hell yeah!!! shoutout to people like @mattmurdockisdd for fueling my love of this ship and pushing me to finish this. also, to @fayfictions for inspiring me to start this sideblog in the first place!! if it werent for your blog, i would still be super nervous to post stuff like this haha. hope u enjoy this lil oneshot!!

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ezra stirred atop of where he was awkwardly flopped matt’s chest, letting out a soft purring noise before he started to blink rapidly to wake himself up. he reached forward, cusping matt’s face within his hands and giving it a slight squoosh. he giggled softly as a low grumble seeped out of matt’s throat, opening his eyes and adjusting his position on the couch “morning, dork.” matt said quietly, ruffling his boyfriend’s hair. ezra giggled another one of his so goddamn cute giggles in response, as well as leaning forward to give matt a big smooch on the nose. ezra smooshed his face into the crook of matt’s neck, nuzzling his nose gently into it. matt rested his chin on the smaller one’s head with a stifled chuckle. “quiet day, hun?” the taller inquired, confused as to why the normally rambunctious one of the two was so silent. ez yawned before nodding his head against matt’s neck. matt hummed for a moment, carefully putting his hand on the others back. he watched as ezra started to fidget with his way oversized t-shirt’s hem, trying to study his face. was he age regressing? pet regressing? matt wasn't too sure. all he knew was that ezra was extra quiet, extra clingy, and god did he look cute with his floppy bedhead. “hey honeybear, where's raccie?” matt asked as he sat up, being careful that ezra didnt roll right off the couch. ez yawned in response, his shoulders shrugging. matt moved the blanket that was wrapped around the two to the side, being greeted with the tail of ezra’s decade-old raccoon plushie. he pulled it out, setting it in front of ezra. he pulled the small stuffie into his arms, giving it a small kiss on the head. ezra let out a whine as matt got up, flopping onto his back and holding raccie close. matt stroked the boy’s hair, fingers getting momentarily caught in a small braid, still there from the previous night. “do you want something for breakfast, love?” he asked, letting his fingers wonder through the sleepy one’s hair. ez let out a muffled mmrup in response, which matt took as a yes. carefully, he scooped ez up bridal style, chuckling as he melted right into his chest. he made his way over to the kitchen, making sure ezra was secure in his arms. “anything you want in particular, ezzie?” matt asked as he set ezra back onto his own feet. ez shrugged his shoulders, holding the stuffed animal closer to his chest as he bit he lip. “well, there's eggs… toast… panca-” matt stoped as he saw ezra’s head go up, a small sparkle in his eyes. “pancakes it is, then.” he chuckled, opening a cabinet door to grab the flour. matt worked in silence, ezra following him around and watching him as he cooked. he stepped a bit back as matt started to flip the pancakes, staring in awe as each one landed effortlessly back into the pan. as matt started to grab two plates from a cabinet, ez padded over to the island, pulling out and climbing onto a stool. matt sat on the stool next to him, sliding the plate of pancakes and thick maple syrup in front of the shorter one. ez picked up his fork, carving into the fluffy cakes and stabbing them onto the fork and taking a big ol bite. he squeaked with happiness, leaning against matts shoulder as he chewed on the delicious creations. matt laughed, brainstorming ideas for the day ahead as they finished eating.