#gotta love redheads

[amc-minx]

Our favorite fiery lawyer.❣️ I just know these two are off having fun adventures with their kids. 😁

Marissa Tasker in All My Children. (2011)

[recurring-polynya]

i think that if you showed rukia and byakuya some ranma 1/2 they would think the kuno siblings were fine actually

[thedemises]

ONG ITS THE RED HAIRS!! 😱😱😱😱‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Also Hello Kitty (ignore the ugly mechanical dude with a gun 👿👿👿)

RED HEADS HAVE MY HEART FR 😍😍😍🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🫶

no I will acknowledge the ugly mechanical man with a gun 😠😠 he pretty too :3

[greeneyeofenvy]

ignore how long she took me,

Lamore Cupia, youngest of the current Cupias, a famous potion family in the wizarding world: they historically invented the Amorentia and other love potions. And holds blood of the Cupid(s), but that’s a family secret. The mirror selfie and the profile drawings ig, it’s close to her real handwriting, cursive and hearts on her i’s. total time taken: roughly 18 hours. fun lore abt Lamore:

-She’s a Ravenclaw, despite how ‘dumb’ love can make her, she’s talented in potions by birth (which created a sort of friendly rivalry with Daniel Page)

-her family is LOADED, and pure blood. Lamby a like the sugar mommy, and least traumatized (she has no trauma, yet.)

-she just knows love about people, wether it’s their orientation, crush, status, she just knows. Hell she’d likely even know if someone like someone before they knew themselves! I imagine she gets little tingles when a ship of hers becomes a reality.

-she goes by many names: The matchmaker, Mory, Lam, Lamby, ‘that girl who knew he was gay before he even knew what gay meant’ (true story?). Either way she’s a cupid woman of many names.

[miss-floral-thief]

@hiyari8

Crowdfunding: SynthV Oscar

A crowdfunding campaign for a SynthV AI voicebank for Oscar, from Xia Yu Yao's company, VOICEMITH, has begun.

[plutonianplaything2]

guess who just spent like 6 hours playing rdr2

[rosetinted--clouds]

watching legolas be a jealous bitch in the hobbit is so funny, like chill girl your time will come

[christinered]

Elvis was an artist!

-Serendipity compares Azreal to Elvis-

"Thats why ..Hes The King and you're a schmuck ."

~Red

[sidras-tak]

Accidentally transed the gender of my MTAS builder lol I picked a male voice and a female body her name is Tian and I love her so much.

[couldbebetterforsure]

Alright, I’ve heard a ton of good things about Radiant Tale so let’s see what’s in store!!! Ooh, I wonder which guy will be my main beau?

*redhead adorable genki dragon boy Vilio exists*

Ooh~? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

*voiced by Yuma Uchida like Suzu from Jack Jeanne*

OOOOOOOH??? 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

“By the way, Vilio’s route is locked! To unlock you must obtain the happy endings for the other four love interests first 😄”

[ofbardsandmen]

ragnvindrs and their obsession with furcoats-

[beepbeepdespair]

completed today's siren training <3 (went swimming in the campsite lake)

[kyescurls]

I love looking back and seeing all the progression of my hyperfixations/special interests in media. It’s always so gratifiying to see how much has changed, like:

My first hyperfixation being Warriors, favourite characters Firestar and Jayfeather, and my otp FireStripe

My second hyperfixation was Fairy Tail, favourite characters where Natsu and Erza, and my otp’s were Gratsu and Nalu

And now my current hyperfixation is South Park and my favourite character is Kyle, and my otp’s are Style and Bunny.

… fuckkkk.

[christinered]

"Ye Ole Irish Bar Hooker Sing-a-long Song"

This ones for you Kinksters. A wee bit of advice to all the last call adventurous lads. Dirty nasty boy songs make me very happy. Ewwww...lol. ~Red

[b00tyliciousbabe]

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙

oddballs and eggnog

goofybf! x THICC male reader

summary: love me a nerdy man that’s got a lil spice to him. plus a lil xmas lore!

notes: HI BEAUTIFULS! merry xmas to those who celebrate. it’s been a while fr, my bad dawgs uni work has been ploughing my ass so violently im reconsidering if a degree is even for me. but as a masochistic bottom, i had to channel my energy elsewhere; thus, this fic is just me showing the variety of my tastes as the true indecisive femboy that i am. show me a cute guy and i will plan my whole life with him. i need to get a grip.

originally, i canonically wrote this character with ginger hair (y’all know i fold for redheads), but the more i kept writing, the clearer it became to me that dark brown hair/black aligned with my OWN understanding of him. it’s all fiction anyways so feel free to adapt body types as you see fit. enjoy my lovelies 🎀

album rec: flo - access all areas. these girlies have my heart. been following them since about 2022 and they are genuinely my fave artists, cannot wait for flo world domination.

you guys had mutual acquaintances for a couple years, but it wasn’t until the two of you got to university that your friendship really blossomed. the engineering student didn’t have the best luck when it came to relationships; in fact, people would only toy with his emotions when they wanted something from him, so he learnt to put up a wall of cynicism.

these barriers he had fortified for his own protection made him quite a reserved guy. never cruel or nasty. just quiet. sure, he wasn’t a complete loner, he had a few VERY close bros who he’d let in, but it was clear that in this silence, he was safe.

he’s super handsy, whether that means pulling you on his lap, be it at parties or when he’s gaming, or placing his hands in your back pocket when y’all walk to class, he just wants to hold you. probably got something to do with the fact that he needs to make sure you’re real and not the angel he believes you to be. you love your needy bf and his craving for physical touch.

this is kinda juxtaposed by how flustered he gets by your words. the minute you whisper in his ear, he could cum in his jeans on the spot. he gets so red when you compliment him which makes him squeeze you tighter.

he wasn’t a virgin before meeting you, he’d had a few hookups but nothing sexual with someone he genuinely cared about. as a result, it made sense why he was very nervous when it came to your first time together.

to relax him, you decided to give him a blowjob to ease the tension and allow him to cum quick in the first round so he’d last longer during anal. sat back on the edge of his bed, he wore a vest and baggy joggers, awaiting your fingers to unleash his raging boner. you knelt down and flashed a comforting smile to him, which he failed to mirror perfectly.

‘we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready to. I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.’ you said concerned, stroking his abs, clear to you that he was stressing.

‘nah baby, i want this so bad. it’s just gotta be really special because you’re really special to me.’ he said gripping your chin.

‘i love you, y/n. like a lot.’

‘i know that you weirdo, i love you too, you mean so much to me.’

‘now, lemme show you how much.’ you said coyly, to which he was more than happy to oblige.

when i tell you, your man eats so well that his cum is literally like milk. the typa white, thick, pearly cum that you would swallow every drop of, because it truly is just disrespectful not to. the first time he came was a surprise for the two of you. he didn’t realise how much he loved seeing his cum all over your face, decorating your juicy, wet lips. the head you gave him was so good, he napped for 2 hours straight after you drained him. but that deffo changed him for the better.

his hobbies include boxing and gaming. he’s such a nerd he makes his own demo projects, playing with his classmates. you always chastise him for not making his hobby a lucrative endeavour - your boy’s got a talent and he doesn’t seem to know it. equally, he loves his legos and comics just as much as he enjoys coding, making you the prettiest bouquet of lego flowers for your first date. after spending some time walking, he took you back to his place and y’all spent the entire night binging his favourite marvel and dc films.

one time it was his birthday and you thought it be a good idea to make a short graphic novel of the journey of your relationship - ending steamily with you pregnant.

‘baby, i love this so much! who knew how sexy you’d look with a baby bump?’ ‘anything can happen in the multiverse’ you laugh, as he kissed your jaw.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so good tonight.’

as we have established, he’s far from experienced. he holds your hand through missionary always because it makes him feel safe. makes so many jokes during it as a way to deflect. lowkey loves being choked. you took the lead most of the time before, using him as a pole and ride the shit out of him.

but, that night he ploughed you with a sense of purpose, so deep and mercilessly that your insides were moulded into an incubator for any hypothetical foetus he would soon impregnate you with. after, he laid curled up next to you, caressing the belly that he had now filled with

‘i hate biology sometimes,’ he says breathlessly. ’you’d look so good with our lil baby growing inside your belly.’

your boyfriend is the goofiest mf ever; playing practical jokes on all his friends and fulfilling his role as your comedian. definitely one of your favourite characteristics of his.

his sleeper build is INSANE. he might appear tall and lanky, but he is far from it. bench pressing more than 100 kilos with one arm - the brudda is basically superman. he’s what you’d get if clark kent had ginger hair, and was a huge weirdo.

though he cannot dance to save his life. he used to be very awkward and shy, but the minute them clothes are off and you two are in the sheets? stroke game is giving pornstar baby girl lemme tell you! ever since your first time, it’s like you awaken the sexual drive in him that’s been missing all his life. this, paired for his complete adoration for you makes him a lethal weapon in bed - quite literally, your man casually packs an 8 inch pussy destroyer with veins that massage and pummel your gummy walls so well.

after this moment he became the BIGGEST TEASE. slapping his dick all over your face. as you chase his dick like a good puppy, he giggles at how desperate you are. ‘sweet Jesus you feel good’. ‘holy shit’. ‘don’t act like you don’t love it.’ painting hickeys all over your neck . he loves when ppl ask you because of how flustered you get, makes him want to mark you more. he’s no longer shy to the world and he thanks you everyday for that. living to call you princess - in both a mocking and endearing tone, he loved toying with your nipples because you’re his lil doll. in cowgirl he will play with them whilst jerking you off to get you to cum all over his abs. and! he LOVES eating ass - like almost obsessively, as if he’s high of your pussy.

he smells so good. so good. you always act like a bitch in heat whenever he steps out of the shower with a towel skimpily wrapped around his adonis belt.

your bf loves playing with his cum and using his dick as a paintbrush to decorate your belly, butt, and face. ‘my masterpiece’ + ‘my muse’ he professes. somehow managing to entrance you to always stroke his dick during makeout sessions. he brings his hands to play with your hair, knowing that his dick is in extremely good hands with you - literally. always pulling you off of his dick because he is really sensitive and ur mouth is a fucking weapon, but will show you that he’s the boss and could leave you bedridden for a couple days after a good fuck.

things he would say drunk off of eggnog:

‘i would die a happy man beneath those beautiful cheeks of yours’

‘put ur hole on my North Pole.’

‘ay, you Don’t get to call me handsome unless you’re gonna HANDsome of those fat cheeks of yours to my lap.’

‘come on, I’ve been a good boy, Santa says gimme some of that pussy you know I love so much.’

‘that ass of yours, come here lemme unwrap it.’

this man has you written into his destiny. he always dreamed of raising a son and dressing him up in the flyest outfits and with you, that desire became reality. you too truly are a match made in heaven.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙

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[gunslinginnhogtyin]

Butch starts a little when he feels those fingers brush against his arm and he blinks a few times as if being brought back to reality. He looks up just then, his head snapping in Jonas’s direction, his eyes bearing a certain intensity.

“I—I…. Yeah, I….H-How…” he chokes on his words before trying again. “…How did’ja find this?” He asks, desperation in his words as they crawl up his tightening throat. He tries his best to compose himself, unsuccessfully, and with every movement he makes, he trembles.

This was probably the last thing he expected to come upon when trekking out into the city, when visiting a friend from a completely different time period and now he’s all twisted on the inside, struggling not to react while his body fights him to do just that. He’s weak in the knees all of a sudden and he feels as though he just might collapse in on himself if he doesn’t sit down so, regardless of the redheads answer, Butch turns towards the island and quickly seats himself, setting the phone down with a shaky hand and nearly dropping it in the process.

His eyes sting and he rests his head in his hands, blinking back tears and squeezing his eyes shut tightly to suppress anymore. It doesn’t help. If anything, it makes it worse and while he tries to hide it with his hands, it’s not hard to see a droplet or two trickle into the counter upon falling from his chin.

He doesn’t want to cry in front of Jonas. He doesn’t want Jonas to see just how truly pathetic he really is, weeping upon the sight of a simple photo. Part of him almost doesn’t want to believe it’s actually her so he can brush all of these complicated feelings under the rug, but… It was her spitting image. He saw her name. It had to be. Why was it taking such a toll on him anyway? He’s both overjoyed and horribly sad all at once, and on top of the confusion as to where the photo might have come from, he’s puzzled as to how it could possibly make him feel so strongly, so out of control.

The sandy blonde sucks in a breath, an attempt to still himself so he can speak without his voice wavering. It doesn’t work. “M’sorry, I…” He shakes his head, his gloved palms rubbing at his eyes. His nose is all stuffy now but he refuses to sniffle. “I-I dunno… why… I… c-can ya… Jonas? C-Could ya make me… a drink?” He manages to choke out the question, keeping himself turned away as if for some reason Jonas wouldn’t be able to tell by now that he’s struggling not to sob. He was tougher than this. There’s a voice in the back of his mind that demands to know why he’s being such a baby about it all. His shoulders slump and he crumbles right there on the table, mentally berating himself for feeling anything at all.

" Yeah a meme! You know like...wait. Do you know what a meme is? " Jonas asked curiously but only a concerning silence met his question. Butch is staring at the phone with a glazed-over expression on his face, holding it with slightly shaking hands and Jonas's eyes followed his gaze to the now darkened screen.

" Butch? " he said. Anxiety immediately sprang up in his throat and he quickly touched the screen to bring it back to life. What in the fuck had he sent Butch to make him react like that? He stared in confusion at the faded picture of the pretty lady, all dressed up in rather old-fashioned looking clothes. There's a name written down close to the edge of the photograph as well, in a faded script that's a little hard to make out. Jonas squinted at it.

Miss Beverly Bauer.

He frowned again. The last name didn't mean anything to him but he did recall Butch in the course of one of their conversations mentioning the name Beverly for his mother. Wait was this...?

Ever since Butch had mentioned his mother and not having a picture for her, Jonas had been spending some nights he couldn't sleep prowling through archives of unidentified photographs posted online and asking around in genealogy forums and similar places going only on her name and a photo of Butch for comparison. He'd been thinking perhaps by some slim chance a lost photograph maybe taken by a friend or as part of a school group shot or something along those lines might be out there. He'd been at it for quite a while and honestly had almost given up hope.

He turned back to Butch once again, touching his arm ever so lightly with his fingers. " Butch...are you ok? " he asked. He looked over at the picture again.

" Is...is that your mom? "