#im not even returning it like I planned to

[just-some-random-blogger]

im a simple girl. i see breeding kink i press keep reading and go brr

“Hmm, Viserys….” Your loud moans echoed around the room. The room he shared with his wife, which had you nearly creaming around his fat cock. His grunts of pleasure echoed in your ear as you panted against the cold mirror.

IM CREAMING MY PANTS sans cock tho 😔 smh sigh. BUT THEN YOU HIT ME WITH THE

For a moment, you wondered if Aemma would realise the marks on it before the pleasure took over any rational thoughts.

???????????? AND I WAS LIKE AEMMA SHES DEAD???????? she was in fact not dead (and only sleeping??? I THINK)

The sloppy blowjob in the car would not do.

CAR MODERN AU?

“You tease me all day.” “Hmm, do I?”

shes so me. love her. i recognize a baddie when i see one. baddie knows baddie.

“If you are going to be such a slut - you can have the consequences.”

His words only confused you for a moment before he pushed deeper and you felt his cock throbbing. Usually at this point Viserys would have pulled out and forced your head up and down. “Wh–what, ah…” His hand wrapped around your throat as his grunts continued. “Hmm, let's see you take everything I give you.”

Your toes curled in pleasure even as panic began to set in. Viserys’ free hand was soon returning to rubbing your creamy pussy. “No–oh, ahh…”

HHAHAHHA HAHAHAH STOP THIS IS SO FUNNY. aha no stop please dont come inside me sir HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAHHAH

Viserys burrowed into your neck to keep his own moans at bay whilst you were choking on yours once more. His thrusts were soon becoming sloppy as he slowed down; his cum rushing inside you whilst his free hand stroked himself. His fat head is still inside your weeping pussy as he fills you up. “Viserys —” The shock was evident in your tone as he only hummed in reply.

HES SO SMUG TO WHAT IF I PASS OUT WHAT THEN

“Now, you are going to keep this in…” Viserys began; a sharp gasp escaping you as a cold feeling filled you. When had he picked up a plug, you thought whilst wondering how long he had planned this.

His hand reaches to pinch at your nipples some more.

disgusting (i want him so bad)

KINKTOBER : VISERYS AND READER ( BREEDING KINK)

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

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“Hmm, Viserys….” Your loud moans echoed around the room. The room he shared with his wife, which had you nearly creaming around his fat cock. His grunts of pleasure echoed in your ear as you panted against the cold mirror. For a moment, you wondered if Aemma would realise the marks on it before the pleasure took over any rational thoughts.

His own grunts echoed in your ear as his thrusts only became more rough. His fat, throbbing cock brushing against the walls of your creamy pussy had you nearly sobbing out. Gods, you wouldn’t be able to hold back your climax, you thought to yourself as you collapsed onto the mirror. His bare body pressed against you from behind; pushing his fat cock deeper.

Your eyes begin to water as the intense pleasure threatens to overwhelm you. His free hand snaked around your body as he grabbed at your bouncing breast. “You tease me all day.” Viserys grunted in your ear; the sound of your bodies slapping against each other echoed around the room and you wondered if the bodyguards knew.

“Hmm, do I?” You whispered back; choking on a moan as his fat, mushroom head brushed against your soft spot. His hand came down on your arse in punishment for your brattiness that he adored fucking out of you. Gods, he was obsessed. Your soaked, fluttering walls clamped down on him, milking his throbbing cock.

Your stomach was tightening in anticipation as his thrusts only quickened; you were both short on time and Viserys knew he was pushing it. He just had to have you. The sloppy blowjob in the car would not do. Not after you had sneaked into his room as his wife slept beside him; sinking your tight, warm pussy onto him without any care.

“If you are going to be such a slut - you can have the consequences.” Viserys purred his dark promises as his thicker fingers were soon quickly rubbing your sensitive clit. You eyes rolled as you began to thrash against him like a woman possessed but you were completely trapped between him and the mirror as his thrusts deepened.

His words only confused you for a moment before he pushed deeper and you felt his cock throbbing. Usually at this point Viserys would have pulled out and forced your head up and down. “Wh–what, ah…” His hand wrapped around your throat as his grunts continued. “Hmm, let's see you take everything I give you.”

Your toes curled in pleasure even as panic began to set in. Viserys’ free hand was soon returning to rubbing your creamy pussy. “No–oh, ahh…” Your climax ripped through you with ease as he chuckled into your ear. Your squirting soaked his fingers but he still rubbed your sweet, sensitive clit whilst chasing his own release.

Viserys burrowed into your neck to keep his own moans at bay whilst you were choking on yours once more. His thrusts were soon becoming sloppy as he slowed down; his cum rushing inside you whilst his free hand stroked himself. His fat head is still inside your weeping pussy as he fills you up. “Viserys —” The shock was evident in your tone as he only hummed in reply.

“Now, you are going to keep this in…” Viserys began; a sharp gasp escaping you as a cold feeling filled you. When had he picked up a plug, you thought whilst wondering how long he had planned this. Viserys tapped on the plug and had you whimpering; rocking back against him as your body shook some more in the aftermath of such pleasure.

“Good girl..” Panting against the mirror; you slowly turned around to watch Viserys begin to play his incredibly rich suit on. His bright eyes full of desire as they roamed your ruined body before he stepped closer. Messily, he captured your soft lips and began to suck on your tongue. His hand reaches to pinch at your nipples some more.

[moonlitsmile]

What he left behind.

summary | joel having to witness you being tortured and killed by abby instead of him.

a/n - lots of angst, yeah u dead bro, I had a request for this but I accidentally deleted it so here it is I’m SORRYYY, well I’m not sure if it was even a request or not but here ya go anywayy. im sad while reading this but atleast he not dead. ts lowk ahh im sorry

They never saw her coming.

One minute, it was quiet. A soft winter morning in Jackson. The next, screams, smoke, and gunshots. Joel reacted fast, but not fast enough. Abby had planned this. Tracked him. Waited. And when she struck, she didn’t just come for him.

She came for you.

You barely had time to reach for your gun before you were hit, hard, and dragged off into the basement. Joel’s voice tore through the chaos, furious and panicked, but there were too many of them. He fought like hell, even with blood running down his face, but Abby had him surrounded.

They were in the lodge, joel was on his knees, arms being held and people surrounding him so he couldn’t move, But none of that mattered.

Because across the room, you were held up by your arms, stripped of your coat, shaking from the cold and the fear in your eyes.

Joel’s breath caught. “No—no. Don’t you fuckin’ touch her.”

Abby stepped into view, calm and composed, like she’d been waiting for this moment her whole life. She looked at him, with rage, but also something colder. Resolved. Detached.

They dragged you both down. Snow crunched beneath their boots as they came from the outside and broke in the lodge, forcing you to your knees. Joel was right there beside you at a distance, blood on his lip, fists clenched, not from fighting, but from being held back.

Two of Abby’s people had him by the arms, gripping tight, keeping him upright but fully restrained. His chest heaved with ragged breaths. His eyes didn’t leave you.

You were already crying, fear tightening your chest like a vice. “Joel—”

“I’m right here, baby.” His voice cracked. “I got you.”

That’s when Abby stepped into view, slow and steady, like a storm finally rolling in. She looked right past Joel, like he was nothing, and stopped in front of you.

He yanked against the arms holding him. “Don’t. Don’t touch her. This’s between you and me.”

Abby crouched, her voice low. “No. This is about what you took. You killed my father. I’m not gonna kill you.”

She glanced back at Joel. “I’ll just take what you love in return.”

And then her fist hit your face.

Joel’s whole body snapped forward.

The men holding him jerked him back hard, forcing him to his knees. He groaned, muscles straining as you hit the ground with a thud.

“Get off her!”

Abby didn’t hesitate. She grabbed you by the collar, dragging you upright just enough to land another brutal punch to your ribs. You let out a strangled sob, choking on blood and breath. Your hands scrambled at the floor, trying to get away, but there was nowhere to go.

“Stop!” Joel shouted, voice breaking. “She ain’t done nothin’! You want revenge? Take me!”

Your screams tore through the trees, and Joel snapped, his legs kicking out, throwing his whole weight against the people restraining him. But they held firm. He couldn’t get to you. Couldn’t protect you.

Abby kicked you in the stomach, hard. You folded in on yourself, gasping, coughing blood into the wood floor. Joel’s face was wrecked, red, slightly wet with tears, his jaw trembling. He looked like a man being torn apart from the inside out.

“Look at me,” he begged. “Sweetheart, please, look at me—I’m here. I’m right here.”

You barely lifted your head, tears blurring your vision. “Joel…”

And then Abby slammed her boot into your side again.

Joel yelled and yelled, a sound so full of pain it didn’t sound human anymore.

“You’re gonna remember this,” Abby snarled at him. “Every time you close your eyes.”

And he would.

Because all he could do was watch the woman he loved be beaten, broken, and sobbing on the floor, and he couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

You were barely conscious now.

Blood runs down your face, mixing with the snow beneath you. Your body trembles, curled in on itself, breath shallow and wet. Joel’s voice has gone hoarse from screaming your name. He’s still being held down, still fighting like a man possessed, but they won’t let him go.

Abby walks away for a moment, and for a second Joel thinks it’s over. Thinks maybe she’s done.

But then she picks something up from the corner.

A golf club.

Joel freezes.

His breath catches in his throat as Abby tests the weight in her hands, gripping it tight.

“No…” he breathes, eyes wide, his voice now quiet and hollow. “No, don’t do this. Don’t you fuckin’ do this.”

Abby turns back toward you, the club hanging loose at her side. You try to move, try to crawl away, dragging yourself across the floor, leaving behind streaks of red.

Joel starts to panic. He jerks violently, yelling again. “Let me go”

You manage to roll onto your back, blinking up through swollen eyes. And you see it.

Abby standing over you.

The glint of steel in the club’s shaft.

Joel’s voice cracks apart. “No, no, please… I’m beggin’ you, please don’t do this…”

Abby raises the golf club.

You look toward Joel, swollen eyes locking with his one last time.

“Joel-,” you whisper.

And then the club comes down.

The sickening crack echoes through the clearing.

Joel yells and screams. Thrashes. It takes three men to keep him down.

“stop! please! Stop, Goddamn It!”

But she doesn’t.

Another swing.

Then another.

Blood spatters across the snow, across her sleeves.

Your body jerks once… then goes still.

Joel’s sobs are guttural, painful, the sound of something breaking for good.

Abby stands there for a moment, breathing heavily, her hands red, the club slick and dripping.

She drops it beside you with a hollow clunk.

This is the punishment.

This is what she wanted all along.

And now… he has to live with it.

Silence.

The sound of her breathing has stopped. The only thing left is the wind cutting through the trees, the drip of blood into snow, and Joel’s broken, labored sobs.

Abby stands over you for a moment longer, staring at what she’s done, not with pride, not even with satisfaction. Just cold emptiness.

Then she turns and nods to her crew. “We’re done.”

They let go of Joel like he doesn’t matter now.

His knees hit the ground as they walk away, the thud of boots fading into the stairs. None of them look back.

Joel doesn’t move at first.

He just stares ahead, hands trembling, breath stuttering in his chest.

You’re only a few feet away, lying twisted in the snow. Blood pools beneath your head. Your jacket’s torn, soaked dark. One arm is outstretched, as if you were reaching for him, even at the end.

Joel crawls.

It’s slow. Painful. Like his body’s forgotten how to move. His hands drag through the snow, red smearing against white. He doesn’t make a sound now. Doesn’t cry. Just breathes, ragged and silent.

He reaches you, shaking, and gently turns you over.

Your face is almost unrecognizable. Swollen. Bloody. But your eyes are still slightly open, glassy and lifeless, fixed on nothing.

Joel’s whole body shudders.

His hand cups your cheek like you’re made of glass, like he’s afraid you’ll break more than you already have. He brushes your hair back, fingers ghosting over your skin.

“Hey…” he whispers, his voice barely there. “Sweetheart…”

But there’s no answer.

“Hey, c’mon now. You’re alright. You’re okay. You’re gonna be alright…”

Still nothing.

His forehead presses to yours, eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep it together, failing miserably.

“I should’ve stopped it… I should’ve—” His voice breaks.

He stays like that for a long time. Kneeling on the floor, holding you, rocking slightly. Like if he holds you close enough, long enough, maybe it’ll change something. Maybe you’ll come back.

But you don’t.

And Joel’s left in the quiet, surrounded by a bloody mess and silence, with nothing but the weight of what he’s lost — and what he couldn’t save.

Sitting there, holding you in his arms. It just makes him feel like he’s failed again.

hope this didn’t make u too sad guyssss, if u want a happy ending part 2 lemme know I’ll drop ayyy

[llycaons]

im also tired because I only got 4 hours of sleep today but who's fault was THAT (I....I have no idea. idk why I said that. it's just my body clock trying to keep a daytime schedule and being used to waking up at noon like I've been doing). but I can't sleep yet or else I'll wake up at 8 and this whole cycle will begin again. but at least I only have four more shifts to get through

[moeblob]

I love them! So much!

[ford-tamblyn]

“ My nonexistent sex life?” Ford admitted as he glanced back to his twin. He had to throw another comment in there just to relax a not them. Even though it was sort of true. The show had sort of put a hold a lot of his own social life. He wondered sometimes if he’d wasted a good part of his twenties on the show. Aside from the actual hook ups that had happened but he was never gonna tell anyone about what was real and what hadn’t been before he’d been paired with Nari. “ okay fair. That’s a long fucking time to be in a cabin but I know what it’s like to need space. Especially back then. Pretty sure he’s still a lying piece of shit. Has he tried contacting you lately?” He asked,knowing their dad tended to stay clear of calling ford from prison. When it came to their mom he knew she wasn’t perfect but maybe the idea of her being gone made him not as mad at her now.

“Yeah that’s honest a good point “ ford replied when it came to the whole faking or not faking his attitude on nepo babies. He got sort of stick with it for a long time and it did feel nice to be more chilled out in his reality. “ for the record I’ve never killed anyone. “ his grin returned at the way Kenny was teasing him about whether or not he was right about something. “ I think it sounds like you don’t think I’m a complete and utter sell out. Which I would hug you for “ he added raising a brow

“Not the fucking chair “ ford replied as he did a pretty solid face palm at the memory. He had done some really stupid things in the show. “ wait hey, the outfits weren’t that bad all the time “ some of them sucked but he wasn’t backing down on that one yet. “ Really? I never really thought that about her. Always thought she was really sweet. She was dating an O’Connell back then so I don’t think she thought she was better than others” not that the O’Connell family was a bad thing either. “ Yes always “ ford laughed at the mention of his twin laughing at him. That was their love language. “ yeah im kind of trying to keep everything pretty low key. She had a public job too so incan’t imagine people seeing us together would go over well in the media “

Ford said nothing for a moment as Kenny explained this future and adventures they could have. It actually sounded pretty great and something he would have loved to do with his twin. “ shit okay, I can’t fight those twin rules. It’s a deal. Plan that trip whenever you feel like it Ken, I agree to it. Whatever it is “ he said knowing he may come to regret those words

“ I know you’re not, but I’m glad to hear those things. And I promise not to bring any of that up on others company “ he added just so it was out there that their conversations stayed between them . “ You’re mine too” @kennyxtamblyn

"Ew. Don't talk to me about your sex life." Kenny laughed but moved past the thread rather quickly. "And do you think it was always to plan for me to seclude myself in a cabin in the mountains for three weeks? No. I was pissed. I was mad at dad, I didn't want to be around anyone, I just... it was a lot. Our whole lives fell apart in an instant and we all realized dad was a lying piece of shit. And mom?" Kenny felt like they could choke as they thought about their mother and the absence of her, especially with how she wasn't there anymore. "It's okay that some of it was real. Reality is shitty sometimes and we can't help it." Kenny shrugged and shook their head. "Look, it's okay. You don't have to be ashamed of what you did to survive. Only way I would disown you is if you like, murdered an innocent person or something." Kenny laughed, hoping to lighten things. "I didn't admit anything, Ford, I'm just saying you made money. Don't get a big head about it." Kenny grinned as they reached over and gave their twin a gentle, playful nudge.

"Oh my gosh! A real girlfriend. Wow! I'm impressed. What'd you do to get her attention? You throw a chair through a window again or did you wear one of your funny little red carpet outfits?" Kenny was most relentless about some of the outfits Ford had to wear while he was filming his show. "Iris? Wow. I never really talked to her, always thought she was the kind of person who always thought she was too good for everyone." Probably a misjudgment on their part. "Would I, Kendall Loraine Tamblyn, ever laugh of my baby brother?" Kenny placed a hand over their heart, pretending to be hurt. "I'm glad you have a real life girlfriend. Just don't let the paps find out." Kenny laughed in the end anyway.

"I'm not ordinary. I'll never be. You're right." Kenny agreed with a little humph. "It's okay. You and I are gonna stick together no matter what. You're actually stuck with me forever and always and one day you're going to be in my YouTube videos while we take an insane trip around the world. You have to. Twins laws, remember?"

"And listen carefully because I'm not the type to really say ooey gooey things like this, but... I appreciate that." Kenny was abnormally serious as they spoke, albeit a bit awkward because they weren't used to sharing their feelings or gratitude. "And I'm always here for you. You're like, sort of my best friend."

@ford-tamblyn

[treeprince]

stewing and fermenting on whether i want a full on lesbingqiu legally blonde au where sy transmigrates into vivian(and this is how we could have made legally blonde all lesbians) and decides to quit undermining binghelle in all their classes/supports her during the trial completely, but is very confused over how long it's taking for binghelle to woo her shit fiance back. meanwhile binghelle is wondering when the girl who rescued her from a shit engagement is going to realize that she's trying to do the same and whisk them off to go live in the hamptons after being successful career women with entire courtrooms worshipping at their feet

or leaning hard into the scum professor/lawyer!sy who is fucking fighting for his life trying to keep his precocious young student from pursuing him in the middle of this huge TELEVISED TRIAL binghe PLEASE, this professor slash lawyer has a murder case to win without damaging his reputation or muddying the jury with another scandal!!! why aren't you trying to win back your stolen love interest!?! nevermind how stupid that guy is, you definitely deserve better than him, and clearly your classmates are smart but also very mean to you. actually nvm don't even think about dating while you're still in my class. let this old man help set you up with a nice man after you've graduated. what do you mean I'm the nice man!?!

[surreal-duck]

midoyuzu is canon to me because of you

thank you anon..... im doing my part.... still havent recovered from the dream live interaction they had so heres doodles from last year of that. i cant believe they did that

on a separate note ive been kinda having mixed feelings regarding enst as a whole and while i dont think ill stop like. making/interacting w fanwork and such ill most likely step back a bit as well. even if it isnt new the racist shit that happyele's pulling really does suck ass, the fact im also really fond of akatsuki myself aside im sure its doubly worse for lots of other fans

[starryeyed-seer]

The Anguine Artist, on rare occasions known as Surielle

A dream serpent of Parabola, keen to differentiate herself from those Fingerkings, and all that body possession they get up to— though... if you wouldn't mind...? She'd really really like to attend the opening of her first ever art show in London, so if you could just let her borrow you for a few hours.....

Surielle is an artist with an ambition to become 'real' through becoming a recognised artist. If enough people believe she is real in the Is, know her and her work... surely that will be enough? She paints in Parabola and seeks dreamer proxies to precisely recreate them in London— her paintings are glimpses through the glass of reality, so realistic they may be windows of stopped time.

While she is eager to claim no interest in a vessel, wishing only to be as herself in the Is, Suri is somewhat lying. Anyone who lends her their body is liable to wake up at the home of her devil ex's house, exhausted and with the sense they've been crying for a long time.

[chocottang]

the more i think abt goldica the more i like it

[oflgtfol]

anyway, i’m leaving for my upstate eclipse trip on friday morning. gonna be about 8-10 hours in the car all by myself. i desperately need entertainment to occupy me during it. can i PLEASE get some music recommendations so i can check it out during the drive

[autisticlee]

I hate when I tell someone I miss them and try my best to reach out and they don't do anything about it. there's several people who were part of my life for a very short time who I really liked and enjoyed being around and doing things with. but those people leave so fast. and they never take me with them. they move on and don't keep me in their lives. to me they feel like "the right people" but i'm not their person, so they don't care or try. they make excuses about being busy. I tell them many times to let me know when they have time for me. let them know i'm here whenever they need someone to talk to or hang out with. let them know I want them in my life still and again. but they just say "thanks" and usually dont even agree to reach out to me. i'll try several times and give up. them years pass and I think about then again and reach out and it's the same thing. they reply a few times but make no effort to bring me into their life again or try to stay in mine.

these people always have partners so maybe that's why. maybe they think i'm being too "clingy" and they can't have a best friend and a partner living together at the same time. or don't have time for me and think I ask for too much. they can't figure out how to have a best friend and a partner. they don't understand how my aroace queer platonic weird ass works. i'm the only weirdo that doesn't have close friends or a partner and try to make them my best/closest friends. but they only want to prioritize their partners in their busy lives (or sometimes other best friends if they had friends before me) but this is just a guess. because its true everyone prioritizes their partners first before friends. and i'm not allowed to have a platonic partner if they already have a romantic partner. because society it weird and built against me.

it sucks so much because they're always people I feel super comfortable with. which is EXTREMELY RARE for me. they feel safe like a home i belong in???? we get along great. have stuff in common we do together. work well together. have similar future wants/goals. fit togther well in different ways. have a deep understanding (or it feels like we understand each other). they accept me for me and don't make me feel bad or uncomfortable things most people do. they help me out with things and are there for me when able.

and the best part is, they were always excited to see/talk to me. they'd reach out first. they'd invite me. they'd tell me they had fun and liked doing things with me and want to do it again and tell me about their excitement to hang out and stuff. it didn't feel one-sided like 99% of my relationships with other people. they'd make sure I was in their lives or choose/include me in whatever activity we shared together. I didn't have to do all the work and it felt comfortable and natural.

but it was always short lived. either they moved away, our shared activity ended, school ended, or they simply stopped talking to me one day and basically disappear. I don't know why they suddenly stop trying. but it's so hard for me. how cam things go so well and then just. nothing. they don't ignore other people. like their partners 😒 everyone is so obsessed with habing a partner. i'm never important enough for anyone. they could make my life so much better just by including me in theirs amd trying to be part of mine. but they just won't anymore. and I can't keep trying. I can't make them. but I miss them so much and want what we had back again because it's so rare in my life it's only happened like 2 or 3 times ever in my entire life. no matter how many times I reach out, it's the same every time and the more years that pass the less likely they'll ever come back. I don't know what to do besides give up 😭

[feathers-in-the-night]

Rewriting/editing Feathers is in interesting experience because as I go along, I realize stuff that should've been given more weight than it got in the original.

Right now, I'm dealing with the aftermath of the fall of Mount Justice, and in the original, Morgan is rightfully completely pissed, but the moment he pushes back and lets her in on some of his struggles, she folds. And then the next day they're just.. good?

Morgan should've had serious problems with trusting him after that. She should feel incredibly betrayed. She should be grappling with the fact that she's been falling with him, and then realizing that she doesn't truly know him.

In the new version, they don't resolve their talk that night. It ends in a very uncertain place. Dick asks if she still wants him as her mentor and she answers truthfully that she doesn't know. She has no idea how she can trust him again.

And that's it.

Neither of them know where they stand now. The mood is greatly altered, but I know once they've worked through this, all of the domestic and cute moments will feel that much sweeter.

I've added some stuff with Morgan going to the Hall of Justice to give her statement on what happened that night to Dinah, and Dick is unsure if she's planning to expose him. And Dinah finds out that he's out here working with a concussion and she forces him to go home and rest. So Morgan and Dick are essentially both put on house arrest, giving them ample opportunity to work through this. It'll take some time, but they'll get there.

Basically, I'm really enjoying adding some emotional depth that was lacking before. I feel like I was bad at calculating the long-term consequences to their actions when I first wrote the story. I simply didn't think far enough.

This moment of Nightwing's secrets being uncovered by Morgan should've been one of the biggest crises the two of them go through, but it just wasn't given the proper weight in the original version.

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i have this fic in my brain with like. two parts. possibly three. and that's 1) ted teaches trent, of all people, how to make his famous biscuits. this implies a few things:

a) trent is now the biscuit successor. ted's always handing out biscuits. trent finds himself doing the same thing. (this would be the hypothetical third part, if you'll forgive my nonlinearity--trent, and the community, and biscuits.)

b) i like to think trent would enjoy making it bc Autism. idk about yall but i love following a list of precise instructions with little treats along the way with the end result of a thing i can not only hold in my hands but eat??? anyway trent gaining a new hobby for his spare time (that his daughter LOVES to "assist" with lol) and maybe he even starts experimenting himself--the biscuits are never going to be exactly like ted's, but they have something special of their own, too. (and it's still made with love :))

c) ted and trent baking together and the cute (but ultimately bittersweet) shenanigans that ensue.

2) rebecca is missing biscuits with the boss and girl talk, now that ted's gone, when trent hesitantly ducks in with a pink box.

3) again, as beforementioned, trent inadvertently getting roped into making these regularly. first it's one off thing--cheering colin up or it's mentioned that he used to make them for someone ELSE'S kid's birthday and trent knows from experience that's not to be missed, and then it's just. becoming a thing. he is regularly making biscuits now. he is ted's biscuit man successor.

[bibleofficial]

amazon is off their shit w the way they put ads in everything i HATE how the new ‘premium model’ is just … without ads. like buy an amazon fire tv & have ads built into ur television. a billboard in ur living room

[voidcat]

once again at my wits end bc of men

[drysauce]

im still thinking about yesterday when after the cinema i mentioned than when i get home i'll help one girlie from uni with her project because she's stuck to which one of my friends asked why am i helping some random girl instead of my roommate