#it's the bee's knees fam

[ineffablefool]

should have been asleep like. two hours ago. but instead I'm awake and giggling at this. Aziraphale gets a smartphone, and learns all about modern terminology from that lovely clock application, and then Crowley stops by and it goes about how you'd probably think it'd go. 1.5k words, rated G, no smooches or anything like that hi my aro pals ilu.

[notroosterbradshaw]

about: just some smut to fend off jetlag. i love sleepy Bradley, I make no excuses that I feel he does his best work in the early hours of the day. This was supposed to be a drabble… it’s not anymore. Sorry.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, pure fluff, smut.

masterlist.

The morning after the night before when Bradley met your family for the first time, you'd flown across the world to surprise your dad for his birthday and really, it luckily coincided with Bradley's time off. When you mentioned heading home for your old man's special day that usually kicked off your family's holiday season, you almost fell out of your seat when he said maybe it was time he met the fam face-to-face, not just making small talk over FaceTime. It almost didn��t seem fair that he was subjected to meeting everyone this way, but alas… here you were the next morning, jet lag kicking in while wrapped protectively in Bradley’s strong, golden arms and washed in the relief your family fucking loved him. You weren't overly surprised. 

Bradley's quiet, unassuming charm was just who your mum wanted you to end up with, he was into golf and surfing, so your dad and brothers thought he was the bee's knees. Your sister on the other hand... 

You had to fend her off more than you would have liked. You were confident in your relationship with Bradley, knowing he'd never allow anything to happen. "You're coming across a little desperate," you hissed after one or two drinks, which mortified her, and she apologised, admitting she was just happy to finally get to meet the guy who'd swept you off your feet. "Yes, my feet," you reminded her. When she pointed out how possessive you sounded, you didn't deny it. But she got it and gave you space for the rest of the evening. 

Ahh, sisters. 

Bradley felt your body writhe in the gentlest of movements against his and he sighed. Sleep hadn’t come easy for either of you and compounded with the food and booze you’d indulged in the day before, neither of you slept much. “You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered at God-knows-what-o’clock. 

“What time is it?” You asked softly.

“I dunno, baby. Sun is barely rising,” he admitted. “Can’t hear a peep in the house.”

Which was nice because yesterday was intense. Everyone was so excited to meet your new American boyfriend (fairly, it’d been about eight months, give or take with a few deployments), the incredibly handsome navy pilot whom you’d met one evening at a naval bar while travelling. You’d caught his eyes behind his sunglasses while he played the piano, the crowd around him as swept away with him as you were. The first half-smile in your direction, as he sang, had done you over in a way not one single person on the planet had before. 

He'd charmed you instantly. He still charmed you constantly.��

“Did you get any sleep?” you asked, biting back a yawn.

“Not really,” he peppered tender kisses into your shoulder blade and smiled into your skin as you pressed back into him, the oh-so-quiet moan made for his ears only waking him from his dreaded fog as well. “I’ll try and get a kip somewhere today. That fuckin’ flight murdered me.” 

“You were happy to fly economy,” you muttered. “I know you’re used to tight quarters, but fuck Bradley. It was 15 hours." 

“I know, I know I fucked up. I was looking at upgrades overnight. I’ll use my discount and stuff; we can do it flying home.”

“You sure?”

“Sue me for wanting to save a buck,” he sighed, with a tired, deep chuckle. “Flight was so full; people may as well have been sitting on the wings.”

“It’s Christmas. People travel.”

“You don't say,” he affectionately gripped your waist, rolling you to him and kissed you. “Good morning, I think," he nuzzled your nose against his and asked if you wanted some water or anything.

You shook your head, rolling back and snuggling into him as he adjusted his arms around you again, his nose buried in your hair. "I think Dad is gonna expect you for at least nine holes today." 

"I think so, yeah. Grill me and make sure I'm good enough for his little girl.” He murmured and if he was honest, he was the teeniest bit nervous. He’d never really been in relationships long enough to meet families… and who would he introduce anyone to, except for Mav?

"I think you'll be fine."

"He probably wouldn't be if he knew what a deviant I've turned his smart, beautiful baby girl into.”

You giggled quietly as you could feel the soft ends of his moustache curve into a smirk against the nape of your neck. "He'd send you back on the first flight to LA."

"I would believe that," he said softly. 

"I think yesterday went really well, Bradley," you confided quietly to him.

"You think? I was on my very best behaviour," he teased you.

"Yes, you were," you admitted. Not that he ever wasn't. Bradley was instilled with a remarkable set of manners. He was chivalrous and courteous to a fault, incredibly sweet and at times, pensive, even shy. Almost make believe that you were lucky enough to share his time. You wriggled back against him, and you could feel the hard-on straining through his boxer briefs. "Down, boy." 

"Can't help it," he sighed. "You know what you do to me with that ass. I know what you want. You're not that transparent."

You bit back your pleased smile as his wandering hands travelled down your side, fingertips toying with the hem of his old Navy tee that was now your bed shirt. At home, you were nude sleepers. At your parents' home during the holidays? You showed decorum and respect and you both hated it, preferring skin-on-skin of the other but alas, anyone could walk in at any time. 

“Have a thought about how we might be able to fuck this jetlag off…” 

“Oh, yeah?” at this point, you’d do anything and with Bradley’s travel for work, you hoped maybe he might have some insight. You had planned to just power through and try not to be the world’s most exhausted asshole. 

"You just move your thigh a little this way..." he murmured, his palm cupping your hamstring and you pressed back into him, grinning softly. “And I just slide up in here – ”

“Confident of you, don’t you think?”

“You’re always wet for me,” he whispered against your skin. “Unless you deny it.”

“Never…” you told him, reaching back to wrap an arm around his strong neck. “I just can't keep it down with you. Why didn’t you convince me to get the AirBnb?”

He loved how vocal you were during sex. Your moans, the hisses, the way you'd bite your lip when you were so close. That groan as you came, or the little squeal when you were too sensitive was burned into his brain as his favourite sounds in the world. 

"Just lemme hold you then, it's okay, sweetheart," he grumbled. “I’ll live if you can.” 

“Asshole,” you muttered as he chuckled. 

“Do you want a blowjob?” You nervously offered, turning back to him and he looped your thigh over his hip and perched you above him with such little effort on his behalf - you loved how strong he was but you knew what was waiting for you, Bradley made no secret he was turned on and you loved that you were able to have him on a knife-edge at all times. 

The one per cent, he’s told you once before. 

You’re so sweet to him as you slowly dragged your hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs, revealing more and more skin, cock springing free, slapping against his toned, tanned Adonis belt. Long, thick and dripping with precum already and he almost blushed at how eager he was.

“I’ll never say no,” he replied, “And I know you might be uncomfortable here. Your dad is right across the hall, baby."

“But my daddy is right here…” you immediately corrected him, and he smiled darkly to himself. You didn't use that term lightly, you couldn’t nfi fed to him he had the ability to bring out your innermost feral when you least expected it and he would do his utmost to encourage it (if you were comfortable). 

“Jesus,” his head was swirling, trying to keep calm and not blow his load the second you bared your tongue to him but there was absolutely nothing sweet about it. He was a preening mess when you went down on him. The night you'd told him you weren't overly experienced in blow jobs was the greatest night of his life, coaching you through what he liked and watching you perfect your generous technique time and time again. 

These days, you loved giving Bradley head. He gave you confidence, he made you feel sexy and not like it was only about him on the receiving end. He’s whispered and encouraged, and when it all got too much, he told you he was close. He was neither here nor there on the whole spit or swallow thing… until you and your preference but he was never left empty-handed.

"Shh," you hissed. "Not a sound." 

That one thing you did for him that absolutely made him come undone. And he'd bury his face in your pussy all day if you allowed him to show you how fucking grateful, he was for all the pleasure you presented him. Your sweet, tight wetness that he would eagerly drown himself in if you’d let him. 

Your honeyed tongue delicately tasted the flawless head of his cock, lapping up the precum as Bradley's eyes rolled back into his head and his big hands reached to knot into your hair as you went to work, swirling your tongue and looking up with your big, scheming eyes, knowing you had him at his most precarious. 

He was a weapon in his training, his mind and body were always primed to do what was asked of him, but you were the exception and it scared and excited him.

He could feel himself getting so close to painting the back of that beautiful mouth, and while it pained him to say it, the way your eyes softened told him he’d made the right choice. “Come on, baby, I want you.” 

You gently pulled away and asked, “You don’t want me to finish?”

“No, I wanna fuck, baby. Watch you lose control.” 

“Okay,” you said, your soft hand trading with your warm mouth to tenderly pump and tease him. 

“Gimme a sec. I don't have condoms close,” he whispered. “They're in my luggage.”

"Just pull out, sweetheart," you enticed him, wanting to feel all of him. It was so infrequent you fucked without protection, and of course, you both preferred it that way but after a pregnancy scare (or not, neither of you was really sure) a few months back, you'd both decided to stop tempting fate and ensuring there was a stash of condoms at his place, your place... the goddamn Bronco – Bradley understood that it was your body and you didn’t want to be on the pill. A condom was the least he could do, and he knew it. 

Bradley helped you move up his body and rest you above him. "Are you sure?" he kissed you, your gleaming teeth lightly stinging into his bottom lip with an affectionate nip. 

“I trust you,” you told him. "Cum where you need...”

Truth be told, he wanted to cum deep, but he licked back a wet smile and he moved to his knees to pull his navy tee over your head, bearing your beautiful breasts to him, full, round, nipples begging for attention. “On your back, baby,” he urged, guiding you under him, anticipating how wet you were for him, legs splaying open unashamed. He rested the head of his cock on your weeping cunt, his fingers spreading your bare lips and sweeping your slick across your clit, fascinated by that little peep of desperation from you. Your head fell back against the pillows, bliss sweeping through you as he sweetly pressed one finger into you. “Drippin’,” he reported, pressing in another finger and his thumb rubbing tenderly against your throbbing clit. “Gonna gush for me?” 

You probably would, Bradley’s ability to drag absolutely everything out of you blew your mind each time. “Need your cock. Fill me up, Bradley.” 

Pushing in, one delicious inch by delicious inch, licking his full lips as your back curved to take him as deeply as possible. He buried his face in your breasts, holding one in his calloused palm, eyes fluttering closed as he traced, left wet, open-mouthed kissed and tenderly bit the other, and the groan you let you made him clamp his palm over your mouth. “You’re so wet, baby,” he stared deeply into your eyes as he evened his breath with the first few rolls of his slender hips. "But you're gonna wake your parents if you don’t control yourself."

"Let them fuckin' hear," you muttered behind your hand (you’d die if they heard you though) as he chuckled and began his ruthless assault on your senses, one thrust at a time. 

"You're too good to me," Bradley reminded you in disbelief.  

"All for you," you confided, as you watched the beads of sweat break across his brow as you dug your nails into his well-worked traps, willingly knowing it would leave a mark courtesy of your fresh manicure. You raised your hips to meet his deep, plunging thrusts, fucking into you strong and deep. He felt incredible, you don't think anyone had loved on you as Bradley Bradshaw could. So thorough, and never one to leave you hanging. 

Too long, too sore? He'd pause and tenderly withdraw to hold you, reassuring you that it was fine, and your comfort was paramount. Too sensitive after coming too hard, he'd give you time to recover, finding other ways to bring you pleasure.

It was nice to be considered in your relationship, in your sex life especially. In the past, you'd been made to feel like a machine, if you didn't cum, partners still could, and you'd just deal with it. For a long time, that stuck with you and having someone consider you like Bradley would almost seem too good to be true at the start. 

But that consideration never lapsed. He was make-believe and you fucking hoped if this man and everything he brought to you was a dream that you’d never, ever wake up. 

Desperate to keep himself controlled, Bradley reached for the headboard of your old bed, gripping it for dear life as he tried so damn hard to avoid coming. He loved fucking you raw, and since birth control was completely your choice, you two had to stop playing this dangerous game. Because one day? It would beat you both.

"I need to cum, Bradley," you whined to him as he nodded, chewing his lower lip, and putting your delicate fingers in your mouth, not losing his rhythm. He knew. He knew how close you were. 

"Lemme see you touch yourself, baby. Get those fingers - " he gasped as you clenched around him. "Get 'em nice and wet and play with that sweet, tight pussy. Lemme see you fall apart.”

Before, language like that would embarrass you, but with Bradley, it only spurred you on. It was incredible the ways he’d helped you grow and mature as a friend, partner and lover. As instructed, and in the low early morning light, Bradley’s breath hitched, watching you touch yourself and you couldn’t help it, the beat of his cock against your g-spot, your fingers pressing rough circles into your clit and you started to come. 

“Yes, baby. Yes,” he urged, moving his mouth to your ear, whispering his sweet encouragement. “You feel so good, just a little mo – ” he forced his mouth against yours, kissing your pleasure to him, to keep the noise down. He wrapped his hand under your hip, lifting your waist to push harder into you as you trembled below him, your pussy clutching his cock, spasming as he shuddered against your lips. “Yes, baby.”

“Jesus, Bradley, fuck me,” you begged as his hips speed up like a piston, thrusting hard into your swollen, sensitive pussy, his hand clutching yours away from your strained clit and pressing intensely in your place, hoping to drag your orgasm out and as you fell, lifeless, back against the squishy pillows, pussy pulsating, Bradley grunted low he was coming and after his final few thrusts, he quickly withdrew and unloaded, stroking himself until he was spent, pearly ribbons of cum decorating your belly and breasts. 

He collapsed beside you, taking your cheeks in his face and kissing you wildly. “I love you. I love you, baby,” he kissed you again, and though you were spent, you returned his affections, because truly… you loved Bradley Bradshaw with your entire being. It was going to take a lot to change that. “Are you okay?” he asked, chest still heaving as he breathed, his pointer finger tracing through the mess he made on you.

“I’m good, sweetheart,” you assured him as he gave you one last, final kiss.

“Think that helped with your jetlag?” he teased.

“Makes me want another round,” you admitted as he chuckled and raised an eyebrow. 

“Of course you do,” he pressed a kiss into your pulse and lifted his lips back to yours, holding you close and just like horny teenagers, enjoying making out for a few moments in the afterglow. “Where’s that shirt gone?” he asked, peering over the side of the bed, and cleaning you up. “Jackson Pollack painting here.”

“Be less proud,” you told him as he snorted.

“Yes, ma’am,” he pressed another kiss to your lips. “Sure you’re okay?”

“Perfect, but let me go pee,” you whispered as Bradley kissed you long and deep, he nodded into the kiss but was not quite ready to leave you leave him. 

“Go, clean up, baby,” he helped you up from the bed, your legs precarious and meandering like Bambi. “Careful,” he sighed, wistfully. But he knew it already, you were thoroughly fucked, just how he liked it. 

A few hours later and thankfully, a few more hours of sleep, your alarm woke you, the sun much higher in the sky and the heat of the day starting to rise. You’d showered and told him to come down when he was ready, you’d help your Mum with some brekky.

“You want eggs?”

“Anything,” Bradley admitted. “Famished.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” you cupped his face in your palms and kissed him lightly. “Don’t rush.”

“Okay,” he gave a small grin but didn’t much feel like lingering. After a quick shower, he dressed, annoyed he didn't pack any golf gear, at minimum the shoes that you gave him grief for every time he wore them, but maybe he'd treat himself and buy some at the course today. He rifled through his bag, clutching the velvet box in his palm tightly, convinced more than ever that this was real, this was happening and soon, he'd hope to have you wearing his mother's engagement ring too. 

Slapping on his CVN-71 cap, he knew you went a bit feral when he perched it backward. May as well leave you with good thoughts while he was out and about, asking your old man for your hand on the golf course. And if it went badly, it was also something to identify him when the authorities found him if your dad said no. 

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[girlcraft2003]

I ain't cappin' frfr but you're a swag girlboss to the max! Tubular, totes yeet, and goated, on god, you're the bees knees, period. Slay them haterz, dawg! Show em the wicked groove and sashay on because just be like that lmao! Get this bread, fam. Totally lit

This just took 10 years off my life

[brandonwayneb]

Thats Right Fam,

You been helping run enemy future cycles

On ur knees naked in tears

is what God sees of your failure and ignorance

these messages are Eternal truths,

not recent

not specific

not local

not any more than anyone else,

do not argue with a messenger

once who has bleed in his name

not for Pro Fit

not for Bend Fit

for pure honest to god worthy truths and WAR to white lies, and ladder games with their minions who they trick into kissing ass

bat ton race reports

I will not be a victim again

and listen to white men saying to their buddies and colleagues

"well guys i guess its that time again!"

knowing good and well what he talks about

"they know what happens"

"well guys I guess it's that time again"

excited collection dates of victim culture

Absolutely Intolerant

International War claims

white forces in shambles and fallout.

do not blame an Red Irish Orange translator

I am only 1 man,

as i said,

"culture pitting"

is what happens if you arrogant ur own race or chosen language too long

English cannot complete justices alone and the rushed food and pet codes, again, are only multiple layers of agents undermining

"cultural pit bulling"

Red Bee

Red Deer

Red Bull

not "decide pull"

not "de psy pool"

Truth warriors

Truth speakers

Honors only,

or laugh the enemy ass in sauerkraut heart "pastry dish"

they say "Pay Fish"

they say "repeat a fish"

Gold fish teams

could on memory lapses

I heard these particular men YEARS ago, do not deception the difference between fact

Needle Eyes

truth and only truth

OR SHH!! i dont give a fuck if you cant to infinity or 1,2,3 forehead maxi pad an idiot

Leadership Anvil anniversary

Billy Idol

White Trash WeddingZ!!

The "suppression"

is where their vent of their murders are

arrogance, attitude, and suppression of extreme anger

this is how you whisper into a murderors who only plays simple words after theyve already had their way with victims bodies

whisper arrogance

whisper attitude

whisper anyone angry?

truth and only truth, be a person of honor

[theworldaccordingtomosjef]

Hello. On behalf of all the queer, the poor , and the descendants of people who are slightly pink, I would like to announce a bootsy booster, more bounce to the ounce, an old monkadelic funkadurkadurka cut of pure Chicago house 

For you to let yo freaky leaky to get leaky in the house 

HIP HOP BE BOP CLIP CLOP CHIP SHOP PLIP PLOP DOWNT COR NA SHOP 

A poem in pidginon English O level syllabus, by Harish Mangladeesh, a health had visor at whole food store in harden in hingland in houter space in Horton hears hu

In piffle paff tosh

In wu wu wu 

In cuppa class

It how do do

Yes how is fam

Fine blue 

Cleat ewe

Yes, very pine

So plus to hear 

Hick dicker dok

Dokra e rotli too

Pie picked 

Pee po

Pa pa pum pum pum

Ma don na vo

Gertcha Geoff

He hide miny mo

Ye ghazal mail toff 

Me go eat on 

Expensive shree

We fela coot on 

We free to see

Ev urry c 

From Anglesea 

To in pie nighty 

By Soumik data-milligan and Carey mulligatawny 

Hub Bub 

King fish

Prawn knee 

Fee fi fo

Rum pum pum 

I smell claat 

Henglighman 

Hi diddle diddle

Fiddle dee dee

Bunga bunga 

rumpy tum titty

Its bits teeny

Weeny bikini

onbo tombo

Salva teinily

Gently down the stream

God shev

Grey shush qveen

Jah shaka

Naheen 

Bingo mangosteen 

Gringo lingo, seen?

Bango bat mobile 

We must go!

We disco!

We have fun!

Have  good time!

One dollah

One bagel

One challah 

One tom Kha

One mullah

One tongue fu 

One tollah

One Sid 

One Gomorrah 

One std 

Two SOS

One Eminem 

One elf 

One manman

One 234

1423

One super sharp

One cuppa tea

One tea cosy

One two five six

One drakatadinaadi

One zero one 

Sum binary

Vot finery

You possess

And not a love

Lee dress 

Wot hair ree 

No problen 

No scary 

I smell blood some 

Un engleterre homme 

Oh rum pum pum 

Meh bee maa mumm

Her time doth come

A rupupupum 

steltskinrumpum

Time of mun

Monsoon come

So Wash ya bum

Bun cleat ting dun 

A whoopsie doo

A crush a grape

A shut that door

The al hoo hah¡

Apu grimage

A Mecca to

A see da haj

Da sita raam

Tu Mari gaan chusss

A common law

A commons goose 

A copy left

Ex trenis right

Its goodnight from him

And from me goodnight 

It gay gay gay

No kitaro

You nnipponese

You in da no 

You ha pee ness 

You good to go

You can’t liv wiv

Out ray dio 

You pork o pine 

You ye of west

You buck buck buck

You chicken breast

You Bombay duck

Bruk line buck haam

You salaam! Nah!

A alllekum

You haraam se 

You kip di caaam

You nah mass car 

You sita raam 

WE MUCKITUP

We d2r

We phut a phut 

We katapaa

We buttercup

We rbi knee 

We suckitup

We tiny

We tin naa 

We naatin

We ninjaaaaaa

We raaaaaaa tin 

[nightbleeder]

Hi You’re great Bye

[wildwormies]

Omg I love your screencap series! I'm currently having nostalgia over my wk fandom era haha. Could you do Flight of the Pollinators?

Be careful fam nostalgia’s what dragged me back into this dumpster/hj

Watching your horrendous behavior

Why first season so pretty

Fucking nerd

P

Plant cu

Yoyo

AY YO ITS MR BEEAST

SHUT UP CHRIS SHE’S ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE

Passion of the Chris(t)

Trained professionals

Aw the little knee touch

Jimmy expressions >>>>>>>>> the rest of the show

Dead

Ah, Martin lamenting he and Chris are supposed to protect each other and he failed to do that my beloved

No comment

“So are you gonna like. Leave a tip or smth bc I ain’t no fucking taxi”

Also Flash? I don’t remember the other hummingbird ep having one named that but cute you named your own buddy again Chris

127 hours

(Dog)

Ok 1) adorable dork

2) I can only imagine the helmet's somehow hooked up to the wearer’s brain since they experience the various smells, so imagine just how disastrous this malfunctioning in any way could go, or god forbid someone rip it off before it disconnects. This would absolutely kill someone

What the dog doing

KINKAJOU MY BELOVED

A father

W

Why a gnome

I just like the bee suit

No comment I just love him

Also he deserves to have good aim

Babies

Ew he spent the whole night in there he probably pissed in it

Also since I knew the comp would be too long to put anywhere but the end

(bRO WHY HE RUN LIKE THST)

Why are they so cute

[opxngravxs-archive]

// Me to my fiance late last night: “Okay, but what if Vader had weaponized BEES in his KNEES ???”

[gamenu]

WHO   ARE   YOU ?

NAME: Mei Mei (✿◡‿◡) STAR SIGN: Pisces. Please be gentle with us! HEIGHT:  5′4 my friends. MIDDLE NAME?  Ann! Because of Ann being my middle name, my Spanish teacher used to say first + middle name all the time. PUT YOUR SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. FIRST 6 SONGS? I don’t use spotify at all? So I guess the last 6 songs I listened to... “I don’t like Dreamland, I love it” “K.K Good Day” “So - SmooVth” “Carry On - Kygo and Rita Ora” “Tell Me - Groove Theory” “ME - Jadakiss” EVER HAD A POEM / SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?   once, I think. It was def more of a short story drabble thing where back on my old Xion rp blog, and an old mutual wrote an interactions with Hayner and Xion about her learning more mundane/normal things, and learning about bees because they interested her. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR?  Definitely many years ago-- I’m the one playing the imaginary piano and pretending my fingers are that coordinated-- WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH?   I don’t follow celebrities in the slightest and I don’t give not a single fuck about any single one of them if I’m honest. WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE & A SOUND YOU LOVE?  i hate that very low yet high pitched noise that comes from electronics. I always feel weird cause I’m usually the only one who can hear it. A sound I love would be children playing outside. Sounds of innocence and enjoying life. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?  Yupperoni.  HOW ABOUT ALIENS?   I feel like we would be entertainment tv for them. DO YOU DRIVE?   I can and do. I cried for several months out of sheer anxiety when I first learned. IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED?   Once. Lanes were merging and everything came to a sudden stop, I was too close to the person in front of me. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? Marvelous World: The Marvelous Effect. DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?   I do not. I have never understood people who do? But it’s their thing and not mine, so more power to them for being able to like a smell that’s basically a necessity! WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?   The Boy and the Beast. WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?   The arches in my feet collapsed so I was walking on the inside of my bones for quite a while in high school. I had to have surgery and had titanium rods inserted in my ankles so I could walk properly and basically act as bone replacements I guess???? It was causing my knees to cave in and my doctor had said I’d need a cane/crutches by the time I was in my 20s if I didn’t get it corrected. DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?   DRAGALIA LOST. I’m so sad it’s ending it’s literally my fave gacha game I’m in so much pain the tears are real my friends... DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES?  By a long shot, yes. Over small stuff, I tend to let it go. Especially if it gets talked out and apologized about. But if I feel I’ve been wronged greatly, and I don’t even get anything resembling an apology out of it? I will hold on to that shit for so long. Cause how dare you not see how much what you did bothered/hurt me? Even after I explain it to you? And just because you don’t get it doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter. What matters is, is that as a friend/family/lover, you should care that what you did bothered me and I’m hurt by it. I tend to just never act on anything and keep going for the most part though. I give people like 78 chances etc. However, I never really forget. IN A RELATIONSHIP?  nope. And I’m starting to wonder if there’s something severely wrong with me.

Tagged by: @pomfiores​ 💟 Tagging: everyone fam. Take it from me lol.

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Freckles, white sheets, and black nail polish for the ask game pls babe? ❤️

freckles: what’s something that makes you happy? describe the first thing that comes to your head. 

I really love that moment in the beginning of my day after I get my kid dropped off at daycare when I can finally eat breakfast and drink my coffee. (I'm saying this because that's literally what I'm doing right now and I make a VERY good avocado toast with pickled onions and it is just the bees knees)

white sheets: where’s somewhere you would love to travel to? why? 

I mean, where WOULDN'T I want to go, tbh, but here's a short list of places that are on my must-see list:

Alaska: My dad was stationed in Fairbanks when he was in the air force and LOVED it there. He used to talk about how he'd DRIVEN up there by himself in a car and for some reason that sounds like SOOOO much fun, driving up through Canada and just seeing everything in between. Would take a very long time, obvs, but it's kind of like a pilgrimage in my brain, now, where one day I KNOW I am going to make that drive and experience it for myself. And when I get there, I have a little baggie full of ashes to spread. <3 <3

Italy: because history, because it's pretty and because my husband's family is Italian and neither of us have ever been

New Zealand: because LOTR and because a dear friend (who I had a MAJOR intellectual crush on) is an expat living there and I'd LOVE to visit her and her fam and all that.

Japan: IDK because it looks amazing

Iceland: GEOLOGY

black nail polish: what do you do to pamper yourself? 

I answered this before and unfortunately the answer is that I really just do not.... It's something I'd like to and SHOULD do more of. I have been going to the salon more and getting "fun" colors, which is something I really love.

[alexthedrummerboy]

20. The number of days of school I have left.

Same anon that said 20. Totally didn’t read the last part but I’d love some more boggie (bobby x reggie) in my life.

20. Daphne Blue - Acoustic by The Band CAMINO

I don't wanna talk about it And I think we both know why I wish it wasn't automatic The way I want you every time

(i got u fam, here’s some boggie for ur soul. congrats on almost finishing another year of school, friend!)

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Reg.”

“Well too bad, cupcake, we’re talkin’ about it!” 

Bobby huffs, crossing his arms and trying desperately to look anywhere that isn’t at Reggie’s face. He can’t even look at Reggie, otherwise it’s all over. He’s lost. “Reggie, Luke and Alex are gonna be--”

“--I don’t care about Luke and Alex right now.” Reggie pauses, considering his words; chewing on them. “Okay, maybe I care about them a little.”

Bobby huffs out a laugh that’s 90% panic and 10% humour. 

“We have to talk about this, Bee,” Reggie says, softer this time. He sits next to him and crosses his legs, dangling his arms off his knees. “We... I mean you kissed me. And then you just ran away. Talk about mixed messages.”

Bobby sighs and leans his head back, keeping his eyes shut. He relives the moment, against his will. How soft Reggie’s lips had been, how good his cologne had smelled, how right Reggie’s hands had felt on his waist. He’s pretty sure his lips are still tingling. 

“I’m sorry I ran away,” he says, voice choked and rough, “but I was--”

“--scared,” Reggie finishes for him; somehow he always seems to know what Bobby’s thinking. “I get it.” Then, he feels Reggie’s hand reach out tentatively and bump their pinkies together. “But you don’t have to be scared. Not with me.”

Bobby finally opens his eyes and tilts his head, looking at Reggie for the first time in what feels like years. He’s smiling - because of course he is - and Bobby can’t help but smile back. He hooks their pinkies together, savouring the light, barely-there touch. 

“Okay.”

[perriewinklenerdie]

Hand in my hand (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! We back, how we feeling, fam? Everyone alive? When I say I got thrown into the writing pit after yesterday’s chapter, I mean I was *slammed* against the wall, not the first and certainly not the last time either. So, it is a rewrite of two scenes in particular, with my own twist and added touches cause I couldn’t help myself :D

Special thanks to my friend @strawberrwess for coming up with a line in here and letting me use it <3

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24471001

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Enjoy! <3

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The administrative office is strangely empty and quiet when they enter, the artificial lighting making the white of the walls and furniture even brighter. After making sure that they were alone, twice, for the good measure, Claire strode towards the desk, leaning forward to catch a glimpse of the screen. It was unlocked, there for the taking

“Is it bad that I was expecting that to be the case? Amateurs.” she muttered under her breath, causing Ethan to let out a laugh that he had to stifle. Claire sat down on the chair, clicking a few buttons on the keyboard, her eyes scanning the information before her. Ethan walked over to her side, putting his hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Let me, I’m more familiar with their system.” He spoke gently, their eyes locking for a brief moment when she stood up to make space for him, their faces in close proximity long enough for his thoughts to get swarmed with all kinds of images that threatened to overwhelm him and make him throw all this inhibitions to the wind and just reach for her.

Claire moved to the door, leaning against the frame, watching the hallway for anyone that might sink their mission. Meanwhile, Ethan took the seat and got to work. He combed through the files, looking for the name of the senator, but it proved to be more work than he anticipated, for his eyes kept straying to Claire. She was keeping guard, but more often than not, he felt her gaze on him, and found it incredibly distracting.

“Is there something on your mind, Claire?” he smirked, directing his attention back to the task at hand.

“I like looking at fine things, Ethan. That’s all.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking back towards the corridor. “So how often do you come here?”

“Very occasionally. I’m consulting on a research project with an immunologist which requires me to come by a few times a year, but I largely try to avoid the place.” Ethan answered offhandedly, his tone neutral for the most part, sparking up only when he mentioned his research.

“Because of Tobias?” after receiving no answer from him, she carried on. “Ethan, Tobias seems to enjoy messing with you.”

“Oh, he does. He messes with everyone, I’m no exception here.” He nodded after a moment of consideration, without delving into the memories too much.

“Even when you were friends?”

“Of course. After all, we were both troublemakers. But while I was direct with challenging my authority figures, he always was a prankster.” A ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he recalled his first med school year.

“Challenging your authority figures, huh?” Claire grinned widely, looking back outside to make sure they were safe before walking towards him. “Do you mind me challenging you, Dr. Ramsey?”

“No, as long as I get to challenge you too, Dr. Herondale, I don’t.” he looked up at her, electricity humming softly in the air around them. After a long, intense moment, he continued. “We had one particularly uptight professor with some… very outdated theories. Tobias swapped out his projector slides with rude drawings.”

“You draw?” she asked, surprised, laughing when he nodded.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Is there anything you can’t do? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t think I want to know. Don’t burst the bubble for me.” Claire held her hand up, looking over her shoulder to check on their situation. “What kind of ‘rude drawings’ did you do?”

“What makes you think it was me?”

“Was it not you?” her eyebrow shot up in a question. He held his breath, fighting to keep a straight face, before ultimately failing and laughing warmly. “Thought so. So, what was it?”

“Some women and men in very revealing poses.” He admitted, his cheeks reddening slightly. Claire giggled, her eyes widening a bit. Nodding her head, she brushed her hand against his shoulder.

“If you ever need a model, hit me up.”

“I’m going to pretend I understood the last part of that sentence and accept your offer. Anytime, Rookie.” He mused softly, his hand moving to brush his fingers against hers, twining them for a short moment. Wordlessly, they spent the next few seconds, reveling in the quiet comfort of each other’s closeness. Eventually, they fell back into the everyday world, him going back to searching for the senator’s name on the long list of patients while she retreated to her previous spot by the door.

“Anyway, the professor did the whole two-hour lecture without one looking back to notice why we were laughing. Me? I always preferred calling him an idiot to his face.”

“Sounds like you.” she teased him, moving her weight from one foot to the other. “It also sounds like you two were having a lot of fun together.”

All he did was hum quietly, then his attention was focused solely on the task at hand. His smile fell as he sat back in the chair, confirming what they both were afraid of. “There is no Farrugia anywhere in the hospital. Are we sure June’s tip was reliable?”

“I think so… Could he be under a pseudonym? Would a hospital allow that?” Claire’s confusion was clear on her face as she walked over to him, leaning against the desk, folding her arms over her chest.

Ethan nodded, deep in thoughts. “It’s possible. But that means we need to figure out what a senator neither of us has ever met would use as an alias.”

“But it may not have been the senator who came up with the alias at all…” she trailed off, the gears in her head turning. Letting out a deep breath, she spoke up. “Okay, what do we know about Tobias? He would have been the one to admit the senator, and it seems unlikely he’d pick a name at complete random.”

“No, almost nobody would.” He agreed, leaning forward, resting his head on his hands.

“Can you think of any name that might have popped into his head? A relative, or friend, or-“

“Dwight Theodore Lewis III.” He stated firmly, a spark in his eyes. Claire shifted in her place, turning to face him more directly.

“Who?”

A smirk lit up his face when he recalled that piece of information. “It was the name of Tobias’s fake I.D. He kept it framed on his desk as a memorial to ‘all the good times’ they shared. He used it any time he needed to avoid getting in trouble.”

“Great.” She drummed her fingers against the surface of the desk in excitement. “So is there a Dwight Theodore Somebody the Somethingth in the records?”

A few clicks later, a file popped up on the screen and Ethan turned fully towards her with a wide and satisfied grin. “Room 734. That’s in the V.I.P. wing.”

“Kenmore had a literal V.I.P. wing?”

“There’s more than one reason I despise this place.” He muttered under his breath, sharing a knowing gaze with her. He opened his mouth to say something else when the voice of a woman reached their ears, indicating she was approaching them. They both froze, uncertain what to do. Not enough time to run and nowhere to hide, about to be caught.

With no warning, Ethan reached from his seat for her, his hand grabbing the front of her scrubs, and pulled her onto him. She stumbled, her knees hitting the chair, hands grabbing onto his shoulders to keep her balance. He looked up at her, eyes locking for a brief moment, and she couldn’t find a sliver of hesitation if she tried. His hands pressed firmly against her back, pushing her onto him even more, and with one, small movement from him, his lips touched hers urgently, like he couldn’t wait a second more, like he’d combust if he had to stay away from her.

The intensity took her breath away. Her heart stopped beating, only to pick up its pace the moment it came back to life, her head spinning. She twined her fingers into his hair, pulling on the strands to pull him closer, even though it was humanly impossible to do so. Their faces were as close as they could possibly be.

“Oh! Uh… Sorry!” the same female voice rang behind them, but neither noticed nor cared. Retreating footsteps were barely acknowledged, for they were far too gone. The lady closed the door to provide them privacy, making Ethan grateful, mostly because it allowed him fully sit her in his lap. He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her into the sitting position, her knees locking him down in the chair.

A soft sigh slipped past her lips when Ethan directed his kisses down her neck, moving aside his own lab coat, a bit too big and hanging loose on her body, then the material of her scrubs, to reveal the skin on her collarbone, teasing it lightly with his lips. Claire shifted on top of her, drawing a strangled groan from him.

Ethan stood up and carried her onto the desk, stepping in between her legs, kissing her like there was no tomorrow. His hands were running up and down her back, holding her in place, closely to him, while her fingers combed through his hair gently. Claire’s heels grazed against the back of his thighs briefly, preventing him from stepping away at the same time.

When the kiss finally broke, they were both out of breath and out of mind. He leaned away from her, with no enthusiasm, wanting nothing more than to dive back into her and never stop kissing her. Knowing that they both had duties to fulfil, he reluctantly moved back, though his hold on her never lessened.

“We should… We need to…” he panted as he spoke, his eyes darkened with desire. Claire nodded, grinning widely at how certain he was in all his movements.

“Room 734. Yeah.”

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Her laughter ringed in the air as her and Baz ran out of the hospital through the main entrance, not daring to look back and see if Tobias was still following them. Just then, ever the savior, Ethan pulls up in front of them, slamming the brakes. He called out through the open window.

“Need a ride?” unsurprisingly, he was incredibly smug about it. Baz laughed, throwing himself towards the back seat.

“This is just like a movie!”

“My hero.” Claire giggled, opening and closing the door to the passenger’s seat hastily. She turned her head towards the building, just in time to see Tobias bursting out of the entrance. “Ethan, hit it!”

His foot slammed on the accelerator, the car speeding away, leaving Tobias far behind them. Looking back at his form that was getting smaller and smaller, she noticed his amused smirk. “Looks like this round goes to Edenbrook.”

She then turned back around, letting out a relieved laugh as her forehead fell against Ethan’s shoulder. He looked at her briefly, a soft smile lighting up his face. Claire leaned back into her seat a moment later, her breathing evening out.

“So, did our plan work?” he asked, relaxing when the tension left him.

“Like a charm. We should be expecting the senator to join us in the hospital soon.” She grinned, her heartbeat picking up when Ethan looked at her again, his eyes softening.

The silence was comfortable, a striking contrast to the adrenaline-driven events that took place just minutes ago. Ethan kept stealing glances at Claire, Claire kept on brushing her fingers against his, seemingly by accident.

“You two can hold hands, you know?” Baz’s voice rang from the backseat, causing them to freeze in their movements.

“We don’t-“

“Why would you-“

“Oh, come on. You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried. Both of you are flushed, your lips are bruised, not that I have any idea or want to know when you two found the time to make out on a mission. So, please.” He laid it all out for them, then leaned forward, grabbing their hands and joining them firmly. “Commit to it, dammit.”

Ethan fought the overwhelming smile, tried to bite it down, but ultimately failed and just accepted it, his fingers tangling with hers. Claire nodded, catching Baz’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He winked at her knowingly, then sat back in his seat with a satisfied smile.

[andreilaftg]

Mafia AFTG hcs

What if the foxes had more big crime family connections but it changes very little of the book proceedings? Inspired by @deus-ex-knoxina and a wild convo with @side-effect-of-the-meds

Nicky meets Erik in Germany who just so happens to be part of the Kloses(who are a major German family who have connections all over Europe) and after being warned of the dangers by Erik, decides to become an amazing mafia husband whose is absolutely fantastic at manipulating most people because he’s clever bastard but still very happy! They’re in Love, it’s disgusting.

Allison and Katelyn just so happen to be cousins the Reynolds family(who focus on trafficking Everything! A Hotel and resorts company must be useful for meet-ups and travelling? They have some ties to Moriyama and Wesninskis) the girls weren’t for that life so they decided to distance themselves from being married off or having to take over that sort of buisness. But y’all pls consider allison being a cutting edge tailor and designer makin clothes for so many of the fams maybe she even those fancy bulletproof ones that like every spy/hitman movie seems to have. katelyn becoming a doctor maybe specialty in triage or something?

Renee darling Renee! She made it pretty high in that gang and caught the attention of some very icky,sticky,and gross people that belong in the green garbage but it gave her the connections she needs to keep her ear to the ground and so is skilled And informed

Matt Boyd, my dude, my bro this great guy is the bees knees and his mum Is actually a boxer but also Randy was totally a smart and badass hitwoman/bodyguard/security like she’s so fun and dangerous. But his father (Ugh) is like some stupid rich guy who Knows People so he was into stuff with the Moriyamas too like the horrible bastard he was and Matts not for that but he was at enough parties that he Knows People too, just to a lesser extent and is obvs more like his mother. Dans just Dan she’s ride or die with Matt so she knows and is like “that’s fucked but ok”

We all know Neil but maybe he keeps closer with his uncle and the Hartford’s after the books??

Andrews with Neil and that’s that

(Aaron’s with katelyn and like the two of them as doctors? Nice.)

Kevin is Kevin but perhaps Kayleigh Day was part of some Irish mafia stuff and that’s how she met tejetsu and then the rest is exy history

Wymack over here aware of Things because of his time with Kayleigh and maybe got a bit into it but was able to distance himself when she died and so here he is the Coach to the Foxes having acquired so many of these children and he wasn’t even trying so it’s a remarkable type of luck but all he knew about them was that they needed a chance and he could give it to him!

Also what if Abby, Bee, and Wymack all met in uni then they knew Kayleigh and he history to a certain extent as well!

[babysizedfics]

Hey Bee I just got in a super giggly mood, you know when everything just seems funny and you can’t stop laughing? I was wondering if any of the fam ily has things like that, where they just can’t stop laughing no matter how hard they try or like for a day everything seems funny to them. Maybe Vee’s just being a super highly baby or Payton’s just in a funny mood. Idk, but I do know I love your stuff!!!! - <3

hi <3 anon!!! i've been letting this sit til inspiration struck and it finally did!!

in this headcanon the family sing head shoulders knees and toes and make vee fall into hysterical giggles when they cheer for him and I just imagine that whenever Vee is a baby and he giggles like this - yknow like in those videos where the parent just does something so simple and the baby is giggling constantly (pls click that link u wont regret it) - the family can't help but laugh along and the more they laugh the more happy and giggly vee gets and the more squeaky his laughter gets the more the family laugh !!

and i just imagine it getting to the point one day where logan has vee in his lap and maybe the joke is tht he keeps trying to say a word but instead of the word he blows a raspberry as if he cant say it! so like he wants to say 'cuddle' but replaced it with a raspberry

'do you want to give minty a *raspberry* baby?' and then logan frowns as if hes really confused why he cant say it

baby vee giggling and swaying so much lo has to hold him up

'do you want to *raspberry* - oh my goodness patton i think somethings wrong i can't say the word *raspberry*'

vee is gasping for breath between giggles and is kicking his feet in excitement

patton starts laughing 'oh dear loganberry are you trying to say the word *raspberry*? GASP ih my gosh me too!!'

vee LOSES IT and his giggles are just a constant stream and he falls backwards but logan catches him and falls into constant laughter too. hes chuckling endlessly and shaking with it and patton has crumpled to the carpet his leags have gone weak with laughter

then of course roman has to join in and sits right beside logan facing vee 'mom and dad are so silly arent they baby? at least i can say the word *raspberry*. Oh dear zeus its got me too!!'

vee actually squeals through the giggling and everyone falls into hysterical laughter - vee just keeps giggling, lo keeps catching him when he nearly falls, patton is wheezing on the floor holding vee's hand because he HAS to hold his baby in some way hes just too adorable, roman is actually the only only not in hysterics at this point

that is until he does it again 'vee can you say the word *raspberry*? No no i mean the word *raspberry* like a hug!'

and after giggling for a full minut vee tries to blow a raspberry but its just him giggling and blowing through his pacifier and making a whispered sound like 'bulahbulahbulah' because he cant blow raspberries

and then pattons laughter falls silent its so intense and logans has gone more highpitched and roman is clutching his stomach and laughing deep belly chuckles and it just makes vee more excited and he kees going 'bulahbulahbulahbulah' and it just goes on and on and the family end up crying from laughter and they all have to try to calm down

but for the rest of the day every so often one of the family will burst into laughter at the memory and everyone will start involuntarily giggling at it because they dont even need to say it they all know theyre laughing about the same thing

but yeah!! vee giggles at anything and the family fond it so funny that then they fall into hysterics too and its all very funny and sweet

[spvps]

Potato Recipe

If you’re reading this and you found this untagged, you’ve seen enough of my blog to reach a Hidden Easter Egg! hehe. Thank you for looking! I really appreciate it :3 Now, this is not just A potato recipe. This is THE potato recipe. I have experimented... With family secrets... With friendly advice. I have created it. The recipe that’ll keep you coming back for more with all the other hoes at the PTA meeting being like “What the fuck did you put on these” I’ll Tell you. Mother Fucking Garlic Butter. But we’re not gonna be conservative with this and we’re not gonna mash it in either. This is Different. First, preheat your oven to 180 degrees Celsius. I dunno what that is in fahrenheit but she’ll be right champ. Put a lightly oiled (Or if you want to be the real bees knees. Make garlic butter and baste that shit in the entire bottom. You’ll thank me later. If you like garlic of course. Maybe don’t make this if you’re like allergic to garlic?? skjdfhdskjhf) Anyway. Once the baking tin is lubed, put that shit back in the oven and turn on the stove. Use your favourite element. Preferrably Fire, for cooking. You can’t cook with earthksdjfhs ok anyway You smack that element up on high heat, and fill a pot with water. It doesn’t matter if the water’s warm or cold or not but the fam does it cold so thats whati use. Peel and cut as many potatoes that will fit in the pot, or however many you feel like. I find that cutting them in half across the middle, and then each half into quarters makes my ideal crisp to stuffing ratio. But we’re not gonna stop there. Boil those bitches to the boil. Lid on. Hell yeah. Once they’re at a pretty steady rolling boil, turn the heat completely off, and leave them to cook for a couple of minutes. ~2. THEN and here is the secret. Drain the fucking water, but keep em in the pot. Add a generous amount of Salt and Pepper, enough to cover the outside of every potato. Gotta season em. And here’s the secret. Semolina powder. You should be able to find it in a supermarket or specialty shop. It’s an ingredient in some pastas it’s just a type of italian grain. Take like a half teaspoon/teaspoon of that, sprinkle it around with the salt and pepper, then put the lid back on the pot they’re all in. Hold it steady, and SMASH THEM AROUND IN THERE. REALLY JUST SHAKE IT UP LIKE ITS A FUCKED UP LITTLE METAL MARACCA, AND YOU’RE A MARIACHI GUY WHO’S ON NO SLEEP, NO PAY, AND WHOS PLAYING NEXT TO THE GUITAR GUY WHOS FUCKING YOUR WIFE AND YOU KNOW THAT BUT HE DOESNT KNOW KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT AND now that you’ve indulged in that fantasy, you should have shaken them for enough time, and with enough rigor, to be able to create a sort of puffy edge to the taties, as well as dispersing the seasonings. Excellent work! I’m proud of you ::3 After that, carefully remove the baking dish you’ve pre-prepared. Please don’t burn yourself! I care about you, kindly internet person. Not only for reading my blog, but for reading this mess! I didn’t even list the ingredients up the top! What am I some kind of 15th century manuscript writer? hehe. So just dump the potatoes in there, if you want to be extra fancy give them a light dusting of the garlic butter, but it probably won’t be very wieldy yet, so it’s fine to skip that step. Now just pop em back in the oven, and after 20-30 minutes of baking, give them all a flip and pop em back in again. After another 20-30 minutes, they should have done cooking. But weary traveller, do not imagine they are Ready. Take the baking dish out, and whilst they’re all beautiful and crispy and craggly and golden, Spread. the Butter. A Lot of Garlic Butter. On all surfaces of each potato, with each being christened like you’re anointing them to be the next monarch. They’re fine on their own, but go great with others. Just like extroverts hskjdf Serve with extra garlic butter, a sprinkling of herbs, or just by themselves. And I assure you, anyone who tries them will be like “what the fuck did you put on these” hehe. Alternatively you could baste them in butter after they’ve come out of the pot, but pre-cooking. It doesn’t really do a whole lot though imo but. There you go! Ok thank you for reading godspeed