#it's been up for 24 hours!!!!

[curiosityschild]

I just solved a mystery. For weeks I've been wondering why one of my bird feeders empties out literally overnight. I fill it up one evening and I come home the next evening and it's empty. I figured it probably wasn't the squirrels because it's a weight activated anti squirrel feeder. Plus the squirrels are VERY bold. When I've had them eating out of bird feeders before I can easily catch them in the act. They are very obvious and I have not seen them this time. Maybe the deer? I caught the deer eating out of the bird feeders last year so I moved the feeders a bit higher up and that solved that problem. So I moved this one a bit higher still, wayyy higher than a deer could ever reach but it still kept happening!

So I figured the birds were just hungry. Fine.

But today I realized it was someone who was never even on my suspect list. The chipmunks. I came home from work and caught one halfway down the tree with it's cheeks the size of golf balls. I can't believe it. They're not heavy enough to close the ports on the feeder I guess. Hopefully a baffle works on chipmunks because I don't know how else to stop them.

[gotham-snark]

(Batman and Robin 2023 17)

The way this boy rescues his father, saves his life and treats his wounds, then leaves him on the cold floor for almost 24 hours just so he can rip the shit out of him the second he regains conciousness 😊

[ultravioletbrit]

“celebrate” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 432 words

“James?” Regulus asks nervously.

“Yes, love?”

“Do you… would you… I wanted…” Regulus fumbles over his words.

“Reg?” James puts his hand on Regulus’ bouncing knee and Regulus takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t know if maybe… if you wanted to do something… special on Friday?” Regulus forces the question out, trying not to sound as stupid as he feels.

“Oh…err… sure, if you want.” James looks a little confused. “Any particular reason you want to do something Friday?” James asks, and now Regulus feels really stupid.

This is Regulus’ longest relationship. He’s never made it to six months, and he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe six months isn’t as important as he thought. But it feels important to Regulus, and he just wanted to do a nice dinner or something. But now he feels stupid for even bringing it up.

“Err… no… erm…” Regulus shakes his head and stands up from the couch. “Never mind.” He mumbles and starts to walk away.

James catches his wrist and pulls him back down beside him.

“Hey, no. I just didn’t know if there was a reason you wanted to do something Friday?” James asks again.

“No. It’s stupid. Never mind.” Regulus tries to stand up again but of course, James doesn’t let him get far, pulling him even closer this time.

“We can definitely do something Friday.” James tells him, rubbing circles on the back of Regulus’ hands. “For our anniversary, right?” James asks.

Regulus shrugs pathetically, looking down at his lap. James lifts a hand to Regulus’ chin and tilts his head up.

“I was only curious if there was a reason you wanted to celebrate on Friday, that’s all.” James says sweetly.

“Erm… because it’s our anniversary?” Regulus says, confused because didn’t they just establish that?

“Our anniversary’s on Saturday.” James says simply.

“No. It’s Friday.” Regulus corrects him.

“No. It’s Saturday.” James says with a little chuckle.

“James, you asked me out on the 8th.” Regulus tells him.

“Yeah… but you didn’t say ‘yes’ until the 9th.”

“I… oh.” Is all Regulus can manage to say.

“Now,” James says and pulls Regulus onto his lap. “I have some surprises planned for Saturday, but we can absolutely celebrate on Friday also.”

“No. That’s stupid.” Regulus mumbles as he buries himself in James’ chest, hiding his face that is probably several shades of red.

“Nope. We’re doing it!” James says excitedly. “And I’m disappointed with myself that I didn’t think of it first. So…” James starts talking about what they should do on Friday and Regulus feels so stupidly happy as he cuddles impossibly closer to James.

[inkskinned]

love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

[suntails]

sleep cycles

[givemedamage]

draw nun but the worst 2 forget file corruption whatever

[fish-tetris]

thinking about how law was (apparently??) being raised in the one piece catholic church™. thinking about how he specifically refers to the victories of the strawhats as miracles. thinking about how luffy has a god's devil fruit. thinking about law inclining his head and closing his eyes like he's praying towards the end of gear 5 luffy fighting kaido. is this anything.

[hajihiko]

Heard about the food poisoning. That really sucks. I hope you feel better soon 💙💙💙

thank you! It wasn't great but I lived ✌

But this ask gives me context for my doodle woes

(when you've been throwing up so hard you sprain your abs)

(that's one thing the lab can't prep you for)

[hinamie]

binding vow

[jayparked]

YIPPEE ON 1K !!! can you please do sunghoon and 31? THANK YOU SO MUCH

warnings: pet names, oral (m.rec.), soft dom!hoon x cock hungry!reader, mentions of creampie and rough sex

wc: 567

"you gonna help me relieve my stress? gonna make me feel good?"

you nod your head frantically, neck straining upwards to look at sunghoon who stands before your kneeling form, pumping his cock in front of your face.

sunghoon started to say something else but you don't care. all you can focus on is the way he pushes and pulls at his member, watching hungrily as his hand palms over his tip and the way it twitches between his fingers.

while he's mid sentence, and mid stroke, you lean forward and swirl your tongue around his tip. sunghoon's upper half folds down, hips stuttering as his sentence warps coming out of his mouth.

"fuck, bun, you don't have to be impatient. at least let me finish sweet talking you." chuckling, sunghoon gently places a hand on your cheek as you continue to kitten lick his hardened length, hands slowly sliding up his thighs that you know are so, so sensitive.

he let's out a soft exhale, a small groan escaping with it while he lets his head fall back. sunghoon closes his eyes and lets his arms fall to his sides now, giving you full access to exactly what you've been wanting.

sunghoon's tip is warm against your tongue, precum quickly leaking from his hole as you continue to tease him with quick short licks.

it's only when sunghoon's eyebrows furrow and his lips start to contort in anguished edging do you finally take his length fully into your mouth. normally, you'd ease into it, slowly bobbing your head up and down his cock to evenly distribute your spit before eventually taking him fully down your throat. but not today. immediately you're in a frenzy with your fingernails digging firmly into his thighs, gliding down ever so slightly so that he feels the delicious sting as his tip hits the back of your throat.

"i-,ah- shit, not so fast, bun." his whimpers and pleads fill your ears and your ego, encouraging you to quicken your pace. you glance up at him with your teary doe eyes and revel in the absolute mess he is above you. his black hair is messy and sticking together in bunches with sweat, his cheeks beautifully speckled with pinks and reds. god, if only you could kiss him and suck him off at the same time.

you ignore his pleas, finding the perfect rhythm as you swirl your tongue around his length while taking him fully. he's too lost in your movements to fully thrust into you himself, he's far too lost in the moment to fully process that this whole thing started because he wanted to bend you over his lap and play with your clit between harsh spanks. he wanted to pummel you into the mattress, wanted to have you face down, ass up, with your arms stretched behind you as he rams your pussy to a pulp. he was certain he wouldn't stop until you were creaming several times on his cock before finally dumping his load as deep into your cervix as he could. at least, that's what would have happened if his little bunny ever learned how to be patient. but for now, he'll just enjoy how you're devouring him so desperately, sure that there will be plenty of nights in the near future where he can initiate some fun obedience lessons with his favorite pet.

for part of my 1k follower celebration send me a member and a number from this list and i'll write a short drabble about it ♡ masterlist

[heartorbit]

a fool and a sinner

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Sketchy drawings of a Mouthwashing zombie au. The only color is a bright blue accent for the zombies. The first image is a lineup of all the characters with bonus headshots of each of them. They're all wearing more casual outfits, except Daisuke who is wearing a mechanic jumpsuit. Jimmy is holding a nail bat and has duct tape around his forearms and on his knees, Daisuke has his own bat, and Swansea is holding an axe. Curly and Anya do not have weapons. Anya is also shown with glasses. Curly's headshot shows him wearing a face mask and his face is flushed blue. He looks ill.

The second image shows Anya sitting next to an infected Curly, who is laying on a makeshift bed, propped up slightly. His skin is tinted blue and blue veins are visible. He is breathing heavily and looks feverish. Anya is wearing a mask and gloves and feeding him something from a bowl. She says "....I'm sorry, Curly. I'm sure we'll find a cure soon."

The third image shows Daisuke and Swansea as zombies, rotting, veiny, and blue, grinning and holding onto each other while rollerskating towards the viewer. Each of them wears one skate, and they push off with their other feet between them. Swansea is also holding a bottle of mouthwash.

The last image shows Anya as a zombie, standing and looking at the viewer. Blue blood is coming out of her mouth and nose, and her hands are dripping as well. She is holding them up. Her glasses are cracked and her irises are also red. end ID]

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hiiii i am soooo tired rn but look at my zombie au. look at the mouthwash zombies. they're fire fresh. all day, even.

it's the midwest usa. curly and jimmy are long haul truckers traversing the wasteland. they happen upon a car accident involving anya, daisuke, and swansea. the crew forms. curly gets infected with the evil mouthwash. the crew needs to find a cure. Things Go Wrong.

i think the sketchier/scratchier style with minimal color suits this au. if i ever do comics i think i'll leave any color to just the zombies/mouthwash like this. and curly's eyes ofc.

[friszil]

quick helen richardson doodle <3

[dclovesdanny]

Super Brain Dead

3/3

Danny always hoped his soulmates wouldn’t hate him. as the experiments continued, all he could do was pray and hope that his soulmates would not hate him and curse himself for getting caught by the GIW.

They were in the middle of another experiment on him when the alarms sounded. Danny was aware of agents rushing around and yelling, but he could barely focus through the pain.

The door was busted down, and he could barely make out the members of the justice league. He mostly focused on red hood, the EO signature, toxic, but real. He winced as red hood undid some of his bindings, not noticing how red hood’s eyes went wide at the side of the injuries.

Red Hood picked him up bridal style before tapping his helmet.*Guys, I think I found Red Robin and Superboy’s soulmate* was the last thing Danny heard before he slipped off into unconsciousness.

[spacedlexi]

"sounds nice... having a partner"

[neosatsuma]

JOHN KNOWS INVICTUS AND RECITES IT PERFECTLY IN PLACE OF OSCAR'S LETTER, Arthur asks in amazement where he'd even learned the poem and John says he isn't sure, maybe he'd "always known it." But I knew I'd heard Arthur recite it before -- to Yellow.

(Faroe’s Song starts to play as Arthur recites. Occasionally, the bed squeaks.)

‘Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.’

YELLOW: What is that?

ARTHUR: A poem.

YELLOW: You wrote it?

ARTHUR (yawning): No. Someone much more human than I.

YELLOW: Why did you share that?

ARTHUR: Because… it’s beautiful. It makes me feel strong. It makes me… feel. (He sighs.) Doesn't it make you?

YELLOW (uncertain): I suppose.

ARTHUR: I feel so sick. I ca…

YELLOW: Sleep it off.

(He yawns again.)

YELLOW: This too shall pass.

So NOT ONLY does John know the poem that Arthur told Yellow, but Yellow knows "this too shall pass" before it's told to him (this is ep 21, Yellow's first). There's some connection between them still, some vestige of having been one mind in the past, that's letting them know things only the other was told and I'm!! HHHMMMM!!!!!