#it's cold in that fridge

[lucinfernos]

fascinating

[pinkrelish]

I'd love to lay mechanic!Eddie back and suck the remaining energy out of him after a long day of work. Flipping him over to apply a deep pressured massage along his shoulders, back, forearms just any and every tender spot. I'd put on a incense and lather with him up with CBD lotion before I straddle and drain another orgasm out of him before I feed him and put him to bed. Definitely a dream of mine 🤭

it's a personal preference prevalent in all my major work, but i like the position of Reader taking care of the love interest better. both in smut and normal situations, i just don't connect with being the one taken care of, i guess. doesn't rev my engine. however, the reverse? man. there's just something about a hard workin' man like Eddie shuffling in the door with all his exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders, hardly able to step out of his boots and fall onto the couch, where it's all my pleasure to unzip his coveralls and welcome him home with my mouth, relaxing him into true relief.

[3zethe3zr]

Some more voice designs, switching the style to something more sketchy

Skeptic (Red billed blue magpie) & Cold (Common raven)

[poke-poke-poke]

found a goomy doodle i did a few months back--- it's unfinished but cutee (who's gonna tell goomy that they're weak to ice,, they're gonna get sick rip)

[electricpurrs]

tex red vs blue is insanely transgender but im the only one who sees it that way because im crazy in the head.

what if there was a past version of yourself. a woman, a wife, a mother, with long hair and a sweet smile. and she died long ago. and you are her. but you are not her. you're nothing like her, but the people who knew her desperately want you to be her, want to preserve the memory they have in their minds of the woman they loved through you. but you never asked to be her, never asked to carry the burden of someone else's expectation of who or what you should be. you have a new name. you prefer to go by this one. people remark on how weird it is that it's a guy's name. sometimes the people who loved [the past version of] you call you by your old name. they are not referring to you when they say it. you live in the shadows of someone who's long gone, and you're something different now, but you don't feel like you're ever allowed to define yourself on your own terms, to be your own person, to control your own life, because you exist solely through the memories people had of you. and the longer she has been gone for, the more desperately people try to get her back, the less you resemble her and the less you know who you are, or if you ever even got to be anything at all. what i mean is that transition could have saved him

[xxplastic-cubexx]

VA(vet assistant) here again. Saw the other anon picking cat breeds and I can totally see Siamese for Charles 100% they are the friendliest and most talkative cats! (Plus they got them blue eyes)

Comic Erik would be a Maine Coon. The fridge of cats. Big boys. But he would have the personality of a feral cat. Could not take him to the vet without sedation (but we love you too sedation kitties!)

Adore the image of a Siamese just cat yappin at a giant fluffy monster of a cat.

cherik catverse gettin deep right before my eyes ....... epic ...

[marsuro]

Wordtober day 1: Frigo 🇫🇷

Challenge of this year is a word in a different language each day, so 31 languages in total!

[firenati0n]

several sentence sunday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you to @sparklepocalypse @onthewaytosomewhere @captainjunglegym @magicandarchery @getmehighonmagic @bigassbowlingballhead @junebugclaremontdiaz @violetbaudelaire-quagmire (HBD!!!!) @itsmaybitheway @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @anincompletelist for the tags <3

proposal au titled "the full spectrum of human emotion" coming eventually. there is spanking involved:

Alex leans closer to Henry's ear, watching a lone drop of sweat slide down the man's temple, and whispers, “I did say you were allowed, sweetheart.”  Henry's cheeks go a lurid shade of pink, almost glowing from within under the lights. He takes a second to assess, landing on a decision surely meant to end Alex's life prematurely. Extinguished in his youth; death by over-the-clothes lap dance spanking.  He raises his hand and brings it down with a swift crack and Alex feels it through his jeans, all the way to the blood vessels pounding in his temples. But Henry doesn't stop there. No, he goes the extra mile, goddamn overachieving fuck he is, and squeezes. Alex is going to die in this fucking bar. If the bull didn’t do it, and the dancing didn’t do it, it’s definitely going to be the fucking spanking. The patrons are wolf-whistling, Nora is yelling all sorts of dirty encouragement, and Alex. Well, Alex is over the fucking moon.  “That's the best you got, baby boy?” “I suggest you don't push me right now, Alex, if you don't want to cause a scene in this lovely bar.”

xoxo roop

+ tags below the cut and open tag as always <3

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[mimimimin]

[ispyspookymansion]

i dont believe in the death penalty but i do believe someone who eats or drinks the little treat you had in the fridge before you can do so should be stoned to death and sent to hell

[nimuetheseawitch]

So, a thing I've seen in fic recently is characters using single use water bottles all the time, and I was reminded that not everyone has a massive collection of reusable water bottles covered in stickers, so I'm curious:

I'm also curious where you're from and if this has an age component. Please reblog for sample size!

[dramatic-dolphin]

it's really nice that i can go up to my mom with "i found someone in the bag of peas! :D" and hold up a caterpillar, and she immediately matches my energy with "wow who is that!! :O how adorable!" instead of being grossed out or something

[3zethe3zr]

I think you should draw your Cold and Smitten in those outfits 😇

Oh, how could I not

[starlight727]

CRK WIND, PIERCER OF DARKNESS STORY SPOILERS

So I can't hug him...? *sad*

FINE! What's 7 more months? *punches the wall* I can always start again *punch* Read another fanfic *punch*

[steveyockey]

they don’t want you to know that you can cold brew tea that right now before bed you can put a bag of tea in cold water in the fridge and wake up to a beautiful cold beverage with zero risk of harsh tannin flavor and you can do this for ANY tea black oolong hibiscus spearmint it’s all within your power

[more-than-a-princess]

Closed starter for @quickdeaths!

She'd just about finished drying off by the time she reached the steps to her cabin. As her foot healed (and presumably other parts of her as well), Sonia had taken to swimming in the hotel pool at night. Without the oppressive heat and sunlight and most of her friends retiring for the evening, she was often left undisturbed in the water. Once they were able to trust her not to drown herself there, anyway.

She swam laps, remembering the strokes from before Junko had sunk her claws into her. She sat on the edge, swishing her legs in the water. And sometimes she simply let herself float, laying on her back and looking up at a starry, often cloudless sky. Something she wanted to commit to memory: where she would eventually be going, Sonia supposed the lights of the capitol would drown out all of the constellations that sparkled over Novoselic Castle. She wanted to remember them like this instead, surrounded by friends, than what the rest of her life would surely entail: seclusion, judgement, hatred, loneliness. And she'd brought it all on herself.

A thought that elicited a deep sigh from her when she'd dipped beneath the water's surface for the last time that night, swimming to the edge of the pool before climbing out. A thought that remained at the forefront of her mind as she toweled off, as she tied her long wrap skirt around her one piece suit, as she slipped on sandals and carried her towel, a book, and a flashlight back through the walking paths to the cabins. She was coasting and, for the first time, she was able to admit it. But if it kept her alive and without rummaging through every place she could think of for even a sip of alcohol, was it not worth it?

Sonia pushed the door to her cabin open, hoping she'd remembered to keep enough non-alcoholic drinks in the small refrigerator she was allowed in her room, and froze. She'd left the lights on in her cabin, to keep herself from fumbling in the dark, and the windows open, to help keep her living space cool at night.

What she hadn't expected was a cat, curled up in the center of her bed right in front of the pillows. "Kitty?" She called out, only to receive a small 'mew!' in return. Sonia exhaled, smiling softly as she dropped her tote bag and towel on the floor, proceeding to the edge of the bed. "How did you get in here? Through the window, I expect?" Sonia asked, sitting on the edge of her bed beside her. "You are quite a long way from the farm, Miss Kitty." She'd recognized the animal quickly: before Gundham had awakened, it had been her responsibility to look after the barn animals, including those who made a living keeping the mice and rats out of the feed bags. There had been at least half a dozen cats in various colors and patterns, and she'd called them all 'Kitty' to avoid getting too attached to them. This 'Miss Kitty' was the tuxedo cat of the bunch: sleek black fur everywhere except for her belly, chest, chin, and paws, which were all a soft, fuzzy white. She'd always walked with her tail and chin both held high, her slim body and legs always giving a small sashay with every step.

Well, she used to, anyway. Sonia sighed, scratching the cat's head and behind the ears before moving to pet her belly. "You have gotten a bit chubby since we last met, if you do not find it rude for me to tell you as such," She said, nearly reaching the white fur that bulged out and away from the cat's full, round belly. "I wonder if you might have gotten Hanamura-san to feed you too, and-"

Sonia's hand stopped, for several reasons: the cat had yowled upon Sonia's gentle touch upon her stomach and had began to pant in displeasure, Sonia's fingers had grazed several protruding nipples, and beneath the cat's skin...a small paw, or head, butted against her hand. Oh. OH.

"Miss Kitty, you are expecting!" Sonia cried, right alongside the cat's next yowl. It was impossible to ignore the look of pain and stress in her yellow eyes, stretched out on her side as she continued to pant. "And soon, you wish to birth your kittens here, of all places?"

Another pitiful cry, and some sort of reddish-brown discharge began to stain the comforter. Sonia's eyes widened: she didn't want to panic, but it wasn't as if she was an expert in delivering kittens. And with Hajime likely asleep and her unwillingness to approach Gundham about it, it would be up to her to ensure the mother and her babies were kept comfortable. "Let me think, let me think..." Sonia spoke aloud to herself, reaching into the drawer beneath the nightstand to produce a notebook and pen. "Please stay here, Miss Kitty: I will try to remember everything you need!"

Not wanting to crowd the cat's space (despite it being her cabin), Sonia took a seat on the cabin's steps leading up to the open door. Her towel, her bag, and her shower forgotten, she sat there, in a still-damp swimsuit and her wrap skirt, one bare leg sticking out from beneath it, scribbling as fast as she could in the notebook. She was making a list, frantic and focused: blankets, hot water bottle, clean towels, clean water, bowls, maybe some leftover grilled fish if the kitchen had any.

She hadn't even noticed the sound of footsteps approaching. Not until a slight shadow had been cast over her beneath the outdoor lights of the cabin. "Yaguchi-san!" She exclaimed, once she'd finally taken notice and looked up. "I am so sorry, I am still rather a mess from the pool earlier. But I am afraid we cannot engage in our film night tonight. There are extenuating circumstances-"

Another yowl from inside the cabin: the extenuating circumstances.

"I apologize, but I will need to visit the Hotel Mirai immediately for supplies," Sonia explained, getting to her feet. With minimal pain this time, anyway. "I have recalled the best I can about what will be needed for a feline birth, but as I am not permitted access to the internet and it would take too long to search the library, it will have to do. We can watch movies another time, but I thank you for bringing them all this way."