#is this cringy LOL

[rebo-chan]

theres not much in my head rn bc im so busy, but i wanted to talk abt one of my favorite het ships I have from khr.. in general im pretty sweet on every ship in khr with obvious favorites. But this one has been infecting me for years tbh.

But? Tsuna/Yuni? HEAR ME OUT... its just so fairytale coded to me!!!

It's giving princess and her knight in shining armor. It's a very soft gentle crush, if I'm feeling angsty, it might have been one-sided on Yuni's side. Being so charmed by his heroism. Telling her that he's going to save her no matter what? When her whole life, she's known that she was going to die someday and that was unavoidable. There's someone in front of her now, warm and strong, telling her that he's going to pull her away from her fate? Is it wrong to want to believe the things he promises? That one day she can stand along side him and all the people he's charmed? Because he's a traveler who has brought his party to her locked up tower and offered escape from her prison? "You don't have to do this, Yuni! We can still fix this!"

Does a part of her not feel morbidly flattered that she left her mark on him? Made some stranger who wasn't granted to her by her mother or grandmother care for her? Is there a part of her that didn't watch on as he killed for her as he failed to live up to his promises? He was hers to mark up, and she did it. She left her color all over his clean white heart, wrapped him in her family's black lilies. Her knight couldn't save her, she knew that from the beginning, but is she not allowed to love him either way? Or would that make her as selfish as her mother and grandmother were?

[bloodybellycomb]

"Red white and royal blue is too cringy" "heartstopper is too unrealistic" yeah maybe but so is every single other rom com under the sun. Why does queer media always need to be realistic and profound while straight stories get more freedom to be silly and fantastical?

[gojoest]

pillow talk and lots of belly rubs in the morning with pregnancy freak satoru. he goes down on you once he makes sure the baby in your belly is still sleeping (no signs of kicking). he loves to start his day between your legs. your pregnant pussy smells so, sooo good and tastes even better — the second he wakes up his mouth is already salivating. ​he kisses the inner of your thighs and the lower of your belly — walks you through every single thing he’s about to do to you bc the baby bump gets in the way of your vision. tells you to relax your back against the pillow. that he’ll tell you everything. that he’ll take care of everything

[eemmoorrii]

compilation of alan doodles inspired from the godawful alan impressions me and a friend did for 2 hours, while playing fo76

[hg-aneh]

All aboard the 'Shit went wrong in the garden and they never met' AU train choochoo

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - Separation Strikes

"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.

His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.

Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.

And it was summer; Damian starts today.

"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."

Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"

"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."

Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.

Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.

Danny just...

His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.

He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.

Not like he was.

Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.

He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.

Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.

His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.

(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)

Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"

He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.

Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.

He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.

Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."

"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.

Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?

He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."

Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"

Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.

And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.

His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."

Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"

That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"

Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.

"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."

Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.

"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."

Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"

[plistommy]

Murray: So, Eddie… how was the pull out?

Eddie: I didn’t.

Murray: Didn’t what?

Eddie: Pull out.

Steve, chokes: Umm hahah Eddie just meant he didn’t uhh pull out the sof—

Eddie: Nah, I didn’t pull out from Steve.

Steve: —EDDIE!!!???

Murray: That’s more like it.

[peepswag]

Itd be genuinely funny if they did make charlie and pim get with each other but off screen. like its just brought up casually and randomly. idk maybe theres some mundane convo about pickin up chicks, or teasing like “u should get out there, lets go” blah blah and pim chimes in like ohh haha no, guys im off the market. Me n chawlie are together did - *charlie interrupting - did we not tell you guys?

“oh man Yeah- yeah its been like maybe two-“

“Yeah about two-”

“Two months already yeah”

[risibledeer]

lookkk it's a me!!!! On the official fbm vids chanenel Or well if it's my art but same difference lol

Tysmmm @k-kaez for telling me!!!!

[boldlygreatsuit]

I knowwww angel is a boy so this is impossible buttt I’ve always love those stories where a couple is separated and reunited only for the dad to find out that his partner is heavily pregnant and they’re gonna have a baby. So what if Angel gets redeemed only to find out his pregnant and ends up giving up heaven in order to return to hell and live with husk, how cute would that be

Plus it’s fun to draw the little baby, she looks like a ball of raspberry cotton candy lol

[scrumptiousstuffs]

“Heart Attack” mission

The Heart Killers EP5

Source: GMMTV Twitter

18/12/2024

[navstuffs]

"I know it is thick."

Pairing: Boss!Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Summary: You send a text message to the wrong person.

Warnings: self-indulgent asf, crack/comedy, suggestive themes, carlos wearing the noir outfit, some swearing

Authors's notes: this is an ode to myself and miss tiffany "new york" pollard bc every time I see this man i murmur over and over again "i know he is thick. he is thick and i know it!" i bet i would send that to him on accident, so why not make it worse? bc hey that would me lol enjoy!! gif taken from google. @cerezzzita thank you for helping me with this idea bc the friend is based on you <3

part 2 | my carlos's masterlist

i know it is thick. i feel in it my core. it has to be. long and fat, thick. hitting all the right places 🥵

You hit send on the text message, trying to keep focus. You have been texting back and forth with your friend since your boss Carlos Oliveira decided to take off his suit jacket and roll his sleeves up. You have always been thirsty for your boss, he was extremely attractive. Today of all days, you are working closely with him on an important project, and he decides to show off his muscles and hairy arm like that. Your phone vibrates back with an answer.

Who is thick?

You blink, rolling your eyes. The attention span of your friend worked like that sometimes, although you have been talking about Carlos for a few hours now. You type back without even glancing at the name of the receiver.

my boss carlos, duh?

After you hit send, you receive a message from your friend with the gif from the Tiffany New York Pollard saying, "I know it is big." Wait a minute, you think. If you didn't send the first message to your friend, then whom? You practically freeze in your seat when you realize you sent it to your own boss.

"Shit," You groan, trying to delete the message. In your hush, you let your phone drop under your table, and you almost hit your head, trying to grab it. When you finally get your phone from the floor, you quickly glance at his office, and Carlos is already reading it. Shit. Shit. Shit!

You know you have no time to run into his room and stop Carlos from reading. So a few options: you could scream "Fire!" and make everyone evacuate the building in panic? Or run far away where HR couldn't find you to say you are being fired for sexual harassment? So you stay still, stuck in your chair, your eyes glued in Carlos's direction, expecting your inevitable fate.

Your boss reads the message, and you want to die when his eyebrows go up in surprise. He looks up from his phone, finding your stare, and you wonder if he can notice you are having a heart attack behind the desk. He types something, a small grin on the corner of his mouth, and turns his attention back to his big computer screen. And that is it. You are probably receiving the "You are fired, leave this building immediately" text in a couple of seconds. At least he would give you the dignity to allow you to leave, maybe calling security, not the police.

Your phone buzzes and you unlock it, the dread of having to find a new nice job that pays enough and keeps you well fed already killing you.

You blink one. Two times. Three times. You look up from your phone, your mouth drying and you can see Carlos has a big smile with his attention turned to his computer still.

Want to stay late and check?

[ink--theory]

currently watching some of my friends go through shadow generations

[funnybreadd]

♡Dancing🐇🧵🧸♡

[coffin-spider]

Pwez….? (;﹏;)

[chainlink32]

I MET RICK LEONARDI

I DIDN'T HAVE ANY OF HIS COMICS TO SIGN (cuz i forgot he was at the con today) BUT I GOT HIM TO SIGN ONE OF THE DRAWINGS I DID OF MIGUEL!! I was so nervous to show him my art but i didn't have anything else 2099 TvT

We talked about the spiderverse movie too lol