#mamange

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Comment appelle-t-on une mère qui a perdu un enfant ? Une personne désenfantée, où mamange. Et un père papange, où parange

[rilatwoma]

[pingurusama]

our silly spetsnaz commander hihi. credit the meme from twitter.

[aleksei-arts]

mangtataho filipino jason todd doesnt exist he cant hurt you mangtataho filipino jason todd:

[rafole]

I think im pep but im more like ten hag .

[alidafirtup]

sometimes. there will be a little cat who is in your bed

[mysuperlounge]

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[aesadraws]

Currently losing my mind with tooth pain, brush your teeth and don't put off dentist appointments everyone.

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Une femme ou un homme qui perd son conjoint est une veuve ou un veuf. Un enfant qui perd ses parents est une orpheline ou un orphelin, et des parents qui perdent leur enfant, que sont-ils ? Parange pour un couple mamange pour une mère papange pour un père

[rilatwoma]

[gulliblelemon]

I’ve just absentmindedly scratched one of the insect bites on my ankle and now I want to EAT MY OWN FOOT. Everything’s so itchy. I hate summer 😩

[flowers-that-sing]

okay so. i call my parents mother and father. but not because we're, like, preppy rich white people or anything.

here's why.

i called them mommy and daddy until i was 11. and then none of my friends called their parents mommy or daddy and it embarrassed me. but i didnt wanna have that conversation with my parents, and i also felt like it would be too weird to just start saying mom and dad when i had never before.

so, naturally, i started jokingly doing a witch voice and calling them mother and father.

and then it just stuck.

and now i call my parents mother and father which... is honestly more embarrassing than mommy and daddy tbh

[enwoso]

COPYCAT — alessia russo x child!reader

twelve days of christmas | day 5

based on this request

the cold air had finally hit london and the winter feel was starting to settle but the energy around the arsenal training had still stayed the same despite the dropping temperatures. the only change was the added layers which had begun to be worn for training. 

alessia wrapped in a her thick training coat and snoode as she stood on the sideline, you by her side also wrapped in a thick coat and bobble hat with gloves covering your small hands as you sat on the side watching the same sided game unfold, your little legs swinging back and forth.

you were obviously no stranger to the training sessions, you loved watching the team train and the team loved having you there as there little hype women. they had practically adopted you at this point to be their mascot.

but as the team played there small sided games and alessia was waiting to be subbed in a little later on, you had a different plan for a source of entertainment.

"mummy," you piped up, you voice as sweet as it was michievous, "can we do the christmas quiz" this was a new little game you and your mummy had begun playing since you had been watching christmas films at nursery but also at home all snuggled up with your mummy on the run up to christmas. 

alessia turned nodding her head with a grin as you jumped up and down in your seat on the bench a small chuckle coming from your mummy as she began to think of lines from movies. 

"alright," your mummy took a seat next to you on the sheltered bench area meeting your eager gaze. "first one, 'maybe christmas... perhaps..'" 

"'...means a little bit more!'" you squealed excitedly as alessia beamed high-fiving you. 

"well done! cindy lou who?" your mummy joked as you sat with a proud smile as alessia did a little more thinking to come up with the next line. but not that far from the two of you was beth who was also waiting to be subbed into the small sided game, glanced over a curious look on her face.

"what are you two doing?" she asked, her brows rising as she was intrigued. you grinned as beth took a seat on the other side of you, " we're going christmas movie lines" a small hum of realisation came over beth as it made sense what the two of you were giggling about. 

"aright then, hit me with one. i'm pretty good at movie lines"

"not as good as me!" you challenged cheekily as you crosses you arms over your chest — well tried to as your confidence took over. nobody was as good as you, even your mummy wasn't.

alessia smirked, watching the small harmless rivalry between the two of you as her brain ticking away thinking of her next line. "right here's a good one, 'keep the change..'" 

"'ya' filthy animal'" you shouted before beth even had the chance to open her mouth. beths jaw dropping as the it was now time for the teams to exchange as beth let out a small chuckle mostly in disbelief.

"she's the reining champ" your mummy smiled proudly as she fied the hat on your head standing up from the seat on the bench as the teams were changing. you still sitting with confidence at the small race - which in no way was a race - you had just won. 

word got around the team by no other than beth mead herself about how good you were at finishing movies lines so the rest of the day was filled with the team just trying to catch you off guard with the lines, but no one had, had any luck.

steph, beth, kyra and alessia were sat in the locker room getting the last of their things they needed for taking home as steph gasped, what about this one, tiny." you perked up from your little cubby, your legs swinging from side to side as you waited.

"'the best way to spread christmas cheer..'" steph told the line as you hummed for a few minute and a look was given between the adult as they thought they had finally mamanged to catch you put but..

"'...is singing loud for all to hear!" you sung at the top of your lungs, small huff could be heard as they though they were close but really they were no where near as the laughter came from your off beat singing. if it had of been anyone else in the team they'd of been told to shush but because it was you it was adorable off tune singing.

"she's unstoppable!" 

"tiny, you need a trophy cause this is actually impressive" you grinned, clearly revelling in the attention. "one more, mummy!"

alessia pretended to think hard, tapping her chin. then, she crouched down and whispered dramatically, "'you sit on a throne of lies.'" you gasped in mock shock. "elf mummy that wasn't hard we watch that one all the time!" you yelled, pointing an accusing finger at your mummy.

she held her hands up in a mock defesivly picking up her bag as small giggles could be heard from your comment before you had to say your goodbyes to the team.

your mummy leading you to the car, buckling you into your carseat, a smile not leaving your mummy's face at the way you had brightened the entire afternoon up with your energy even if the weather was terrible.

as you mummy got into the driver's side, you piped up from the backseat. "mummy i'm glad you're not like the grinch" alessia let out a small laugh as she glanced at you in the rearview mirror, her brow furrowing. "yeah? and why's that?"

"because your heart is already three sizes too big!"

"and you lovie, are the reason why it's that way."

[r3starttt]

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SUB! ELLIE

CW: sub! e. thigh riding. finger sucking. fingering.

Through her lips passed a soft plead before pressing a gentle kiss on your neck. her flushed face hid in the crook of your neck.

"please what, babe?," your tone gentle against her ear. her legs straddling yours, hips guided by your hands gripping at the flesh of her almost uncovered thighs.

your fingers travelled to the waistband of her shorts, toying with it until she spoke back "need you," you hummed, grabbing her chin to force her look back at you. she looked so desperate already, and you knew she was damped just by the smallest friction she'd got from riding your thighs for the past few minutes.

"Yeah?" you basically murmured against her lips. the tips of her fingers graced against your cheeks, down your shoulders. her pretty lips quivering into a sheepish smile, nodding.

the soft flesh of your lips pressed against her. she reciprocated with tipsy lips following yours. spit mixing. saliva glistening your lips once you decided it was enough.

"open" you spit. her messed lips following your orders immediately, sticking her tongue for you. the pads of your fingers press against it, not even needing to speak as she takes them, sucking.

her eyes struggled to look back at you, but she mamanged to. a puppy-like look on her face. gentle furrowed eyebrows, freckles covered in a brush of red. she looked so pretty like this.

it didn't took long for her to let out whines, feeling her arousal grow at the aggressiveness of your moves inside her mouth. fingers almost making her gag at one point "enough baby, let go" she hesitated a bit.

both your middle and index finger made their way down her boxers, rubbing circles around her needy clit. it elicted the most delicious pleasure on her, feeling overwhelming at how long she'd been waiting for the slightest friction.

the wetness on her boxers making you moan on her skin, feeling your own arousal grow knowing how desperate she was.

"like that? yeah?," she couldn't even speak, not bothering in letting out more than muffled whines against your lips, against your cheeks. "bet it does -fuck- you're so wet already" your mocking replied by her gentle fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

your digits massaging her clit slowly. taking your time before scissoring her folds, feeling the wet mess you've made on her.

bubbly words swelling into your ears as you abused her swollen folds. teasing her creamy hole doing vertical movements with your fingers.

"Come on, just -mhm," her words seem interrupted by her own pleasure. you coo soothingly against her ear "Shhh, be patient" too focused on the feeling of her wet pussy you've missed those pretty eyes closed, her tongue kissing her lips in a weak attempt to keep herself quiet.

"take it off" your lips crashed against hers, tongues meeting as her hands abandoned your body, meeting her own clothes to do as you ordered.

taking use of the space between your faces as she got rid of her hoodie, you met her uncovered breasts, eyes hungrily admiring them, digging your face in between in a matter of seconds.

small wet kisses adorning her aereloas until you met her nipples, sucking and lapping at them until your fingers finally made contact with her drenched walls, slapping her pussy just like she needed.

quiet hiccups and blabers hitting your ears. you knew she wouldn't last long.

your hand lingers on the mound of her pussy, cupping it at each thrust. sticky arousal connecting your hand to her cunt, hitting and rubbing her clit coincidentally.

her lips opening wide, teasing your cupids bow. her unstable breath hitting your lips.

"mhm, s'pretty" the edges of your lips quivering into a sheepish smile, too focused on making her last long to even give in the temptation of her redish lips.

delicious sounds filling the space shared between your bodies. your fingers sucked in by her sliky hole. faster and faster until your name brushed her lips like a repeated plead.

her walls clenched around you, proudly leaving a kiss on her forehead feeling your hand drenched on her juices.

"there you go -shhhh- s' okay babe" you coo, meeting those half-lided eyes, a lost look on them.

her heavy acute panting brushing the skin of your chin. "did so food f'me"

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Deck The Halls for a Birthday Party: The First Hour.

agiibu...amaamamaanga.

Is here alright, sir?

Uh, yeah, that's good.

You know Uchui. I really appreciate the help, but you didn't have to help me this much. I could have easily gotten the tree up myself.

I don't doubt that. But...

Well...seeing as Kuripa isn't here to help you anymore, I'm just...trying to show agency, I suppose?

Hey now, you're not Kuripa's replacement. You're a member of my branch now on your own merits.

Speaking of which, how's work been for you lately?

Well, it's obviously taking a while to bring everyone we lost back to life...But I haven't had much time to take a break...

I...really wanted to get everyone home by Christmas. So they could all celebrate with their friends and family...but...

Yeah, unfortunately, time moves too quickly.

*The doors to Makoto's office open suddenly.

It can't be helped. Your insistence is appreciated, Uchui, but you can take the day off today. Spend Christmas with your own loved ones as well.

mamang!

*Kyoko picks up Kuroba, and cradles her.

Thank you, Chairwoman. I'll...try my best...

But to be honest...I don't really HAVE any friends that I could spend the holidays with.

Wait, really? You don't have any friends at the Foundation?

Just Kuripa...But he's gone now and...I think the chances of me making friends are even lower now thanks to what I've done. Not everyone is ready to forgive me just yet.

The last few holidays, I usually spent the day besides Miss Ikusaba's grave, but...I don't think we'll need that any more...

Mm...Well, I suppose that's understandable...

But all you need to do is prove with your words and actions that you're genuine, and things will work out accordingly from there.

You speak from experience?

Sort of...

But hey, in the meantime, if you've got nothing else to do, then why don't you come with us? We could actually use your help with something. You too, Makoto.

Huh?

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Alright, everyone's good with their designated assignment, right?

Mhm!

Yes, that should be manageable.

Sure!

Good! Then let's get this show on the road!

Oh, and again, be careful. The last thing I want is for her to find out about our plan.