#help honey

[ralfmaximus]

According to the Federal Trade Commission, so-called impostor scams are extremely common in the United States. It was the most frequent type of fraud reported in 2022 and generated the second-highest losses for those targeted. Out of 36,000 reports, more than 5,000 victims were scammed out of $11 million over the phone.

Everyone tell your parents & grandparents: be wary of panicky phone calls from ‘loved ones’.

[loverzoath]

AO3 PLEASE PLEAAAASSSSSEEEEE COME BACK I NEED YOU

[shardkn1ght]

NEW AU ALERT!!!

This is the Who Rescued Who AU!!!

This is Honey! She is Future Leo’s PTSD dog!

She loves her papa and cheese.

She is an English Bull Terrier and she is a cuddle bug!

Leonardo was sent back in time, and the present boys found him and took him in. Now he’s not fighting Krang he realised how much his body hurt and has knee problems. Also, he has bad PTSD and night terrors. And with Casey not needing Leonardo to look after him anymore, Leonardo feels useless. The boys and Casey noticed and pulled some strings to get him a service dog. At first, Leo didn’t want her or think he needed her. But over time, he came to accept and love her.

Thank you, @gemini-forest ,for helping me make her and for sitting in a call with me while I drew her.

[latenightsundayblues]

I imagine their banter and bickering in the process of killing someone would deal greater psychological damage than the torturing itself

[honeybubbletea33]

The utmv equivalent of putting your Minecraft beds together

[honeysteaa]

Help a girl afford new panties? 🥺

[bylrndgm]

new reason to live: new Mike bts

[willowser-but-nsfw]

i think..........gojo kinda....gets off on the idea that someone knows yall are hooking up. not in an everyone can see the way you're looking at each other from across the room kind of way, but—

more than pleased to sneak up behind you, wrap an arm around your waist and lean his head against yours. doesn't matter that it's in the middle of a little halloween party, doesn't matter that you're prattling on to shoko and utahime, or that their faces are slowly starting to twist with disgust.

satoru presses a kiss to your cheek, and when you crane your neck away in an attempt to ignore him, he presses another below your ear, and another against your pulse, each one a little wetter than the last.

"ugh, get a room."

and he can't help but grin into your throat, successful, as the two of you are abandoned. he tries to nip you in the jaw, but leans so far over your shoulder that his hair falls into your eyes and you have to turn away with a laugh.

"you're pestering me," you tell him, and that has him humming. purring, almost.

it's not hard to imagine how the two of you look: out in the open and not squished back in some corner, his arms secure around you, hips pressed to your ass. your perfume is strongest at your throat and satoru practically inhales it, sinking his teeth in after you try to swat him.

"you look so appetizing, dear, what do you expect?"

"for you to have some shame, at least."

"with you? how could i?" he murmurs, grinning at the hiss of his name as his fingertips dip up the hem of your dress. not far, but enough that anyone watching could see the growing reveal of your thigh. "come to the car with me."

that has you stiffening, shoulders trying to square beneath him; satoru ignores it, swaying you both side to side with the music playing in the background. "no," you tell him, firm and so determined—but your amusement betrays you when he nuzzles his nose into your hair.

"please?" he tries not to whine, but he almost can't help it when you look so cute. "i don't mind getting on my knees to beg, if you want."

"please don't, you—" you're cut off by a purposeful sway of his hips, one that would be all too telling of what he's hiding against you, to anyone watching. "you're insufferable."

"mmm," satoru hums, "i love it when you flirt with me." and he can't help but to laugh a little, when you do too, and then he's not giving you any sort of chance, any more time to play your teasing little game.

he's more than pleased, then, to press further into your back until you allow him to drive you forward, brushing shamelessly past onlookers. the car isn't parked too far back, but enough that the night should conceal what everyone knows is about to happen.

it should, at least. maybe. satoru thinks it doesn't really matter, anyway.

[elitheapplepie]

literally nobody..

Guy:

[the-crooked-library]

upon my rewatch of season 6 of BTVS I gotta be real here. say what you will abt Mayor Wilkins but he would NEVER have left his murder daughter to struggle alone with debts and a sister. he’d be like “sweetie you own real estate that people live in, why are you working a minimum wage job?.. come now I am going to teach you the most useful evil skill you’ll ever learn, it’s called Being a Landlord” and then pay all her bills and make her drink her milk bc calcium is important

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Writing Prompt #8

The day Bruce Wayne knocks on her apartment door Sam knows it's going to be a doozy.

"Mr. Wayne, I really do hope no one saw you," she says, ushering him in. "And for the record, a text ahead of time would be appreciated."

"I parked the car a few streets away," Bruce says, sticking a finger in his heel to peel his polished leather shoes off. Sam raises an eyebrow. "It's a sedan, not a Lamborghini."

"You own a sedan?"

"Taught Dick to drive in it...after he crashed the Lamborghini."

Sam snorts despite herself. The charm Bruce Wayne exhibits would usually rub her the wrong way, too reminiscent of wealthy men that feel comfortable placing a hand on the small of your back at a crowded gala, but Bruce is honest enough about his playacting that she has come to find its insincerity comforting. She's actually sought him out more than once, leading to several annoying headlines that can't seem to decide if she's aiming to date him or one of his eligible sons. None of whom are eligible by the way, as they are a) taken, b) legally dead, c) practically a minor, and d) an actual minor.

Sam's generational wealth is peanuts compared to Wayne Industries, so naturally her parents have been thrilled and rooting for option c.

"I also didn't want Danny to see I'd texted you. Or force you to lie to him."

Sam doesn't quite tense, but it's a near thing. She does slide to the other side of her kitchen island, under the context of finishing prepping her feta fried eggs, laid on a bed of smashed avocado and warm tortilla. She pulls a bottle of crunchy garlic oil out of the fridge and drizzles hot red crisps across the runny yolk. She takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully, not so much as offering him a glass of water.

"You realize, Mr. Wayne, I have no intention of lying to Danny now?"

Bruce sits at the stool on the opposite side of the island. "I understand. And if you want to ask Danny to return home before we continue, I'd understand that as well. I didn't mean to discomfit you--"

"Please do not lie to me now, Mr. Wayne," Sam says, rolling her eyes. "By your own admission you showed up at noon without warning knowing my superhero boyfriend wouldn't be present. If I am discomfited, all the more likely you get your information, right?" Golden yolk runs down her fingers, and she sacrifices it to the napkin rather than lick up her arm in front of her boss, with no small amount of resentment. The yolk is the best part.

"Get to it then," she demands.

Bruce straightens in his stool, chin raising and firming in a jawline she most often sees under a cowl. His eyes attempt to pin her in place, but Sam has stared the Master of Time in the face and demand he reschedule so she is built. different. She takes another bite of egg taco.

"I was not aiming for you to feel threatened, and moreover, I doubt you could be."

Except a smart person should always feel threatened by a threat, no matter their capability of handling one. It keeps them alive.

"Can you tell me how I'm not like all the other girls after lunch? You'll spoil my appetite."

Bruce clears his throat. "I'll get to the point--"

"Thank you."

"--Danny has been exhibiting paranormal behaviors beyond his baseline. We welcome all biologies; human, alien, and paranormal alike, but I have observed actions unlike what he had previously established as his, for lack of a better word, 'normal'

"I want to make sure he is not experiencing any unwelcome outside influence. Or, if this is merely a facet of his evolution, I'd like to know if this is something we or his family should be monitoring."

Sam has been an eco-consultant with Wayne Industries and unofficially, the Batfamily, for half a year now and this is the most she's ever heard the man speak in one sitting.

"Wow," she says. "How long have you been rehearsing that one?"

"A while." Bruce grunts, voice finally taking that final drop into Batman's gravelly rasp. "I see you're not surprised by any of this."

"No, not really," Sam says. She pours him a tall glass of lemon water from the pitcher, freshly sliced that morning, and he takes a polite sip.

"So what can you tell me?"

"Probably a lot. And Danny would probably prefer that I do, knowing him, the big baby," Sam sighs. "Listen Mr. Wayne, I can appreciate that you came here from a place of caution rather than intrusion. And if Danny was undergoing something negative or from an 'unwelcome outside influence' that would be the right call, and I, albeit begrudgingly, encourage you to do so in the future."

"But he's not."

"He's not," Sam confirms. "And in fact, I think he could really use someone to talk to about it. Outside of his family."

"I see..." Bruce says, shifting.

"If you want to tag team this one with one of the higher EQ players, such as Superman, I give you permission." Sam does not think she's imagining that slight sag of relief.

"Thank you," Bruce says, sliding off the stool. "I don't suppose you have material we could consult...?"

"Actually yes, I happen to have a pamphlet right here. 'So your ghostly body is changing, and how.'"

"You're being more sarcastic than usual."

"You interrupted my lunch, Mr. Wayne."

[marimeeko]

"Kacchan, youre crying! That's not like you! You must be exhausted right now, that's all!"

No izuku

IZUKU HONEY.

This is VERY. LIKE KACCHAN.

[xskyll]

[valyrfia]

charles 10000% commented this to wind max up he's never letting him live it down ever

[dk-thrive]

Everywhere we went there were hands that opened in kindness- to greet, to serve cake, to hug, to wave — as if everyone agreed it matters, the way we treat each other. How quickly we can fall apart when threatened. How easily, sometimes, we are saved.

— Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, from "Saving Grace" in "All the Honey" by Wildhouse Publishing in 2024.

[freaky-flawless]

Dead Tired Honey Swamp

Shout out to @deuces-stone-cold-style for the nightgown inspo!