#oooohhhhh i loved doing this

[dianagj-art]

My panel for the 2al collab comic!

[abirddogmoment]

Crunchy phone photos only but: I have (temporarily) acquired a boy

[beetrotxo]

is anyone else mahito's number one hater and wisher upon his downfall or am i alone in the cold and unforgiving world.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

MY GIRL HAS A BACKSTORY???? i was obsessing over libby and nobody told me!!!

as all you all probably know, i am Not immune to a cute blonde that was in a plane crash

[lumiilys]

actually on the verge of tears thinking about how after calypso's birthday ed must have woken up wrapped in Stede's arms, all soft and warm and safe. He got to watch Stede sleep and listen to his breathing... and then eventually he must have decided he wanted to do something nice for Stede, to make Stede feel just as loved as he felt in that moment!!!! And im just thinking about him carefully untangling himself from Stede's arms and sneaking out of bed, careful not to wake Stede up and going to make him breakfast!!! And even though the breakfast was kind of a jumble of random stuff it was made with so much love and I just,,..,,.., ARGHHG AUGGGHHHH OOOOHHHHH!!!!

[milogreersleftdresssock]

david shaw is so in love with angel. david shaw who came home from work and found angel asleep on the couch in his hoodie and already knew he was gonna propose. david shaw who kept a ring hidden around the house and was paranoid for months that angel would accidentally find it. david shaw who loves to work in the yard and plant things and go for night swims in the pool with the love of his life. david sHAW I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH david shaw oooohhhhh david shaw he hurts me sm. so sorry that the last like 4 posts have been me screaming about how much i love these fictional men and how they make me want to do such unspeakable things but i just had to get that off my chest. speaking of which, david shaw has a massive chest and also thighs and butt and co-

[breedingprincessjackie]

Wrote a story for imagineyourpregnant but also wanted to put it here 💋

Imagine your son never stops growing inside you.

Getting pregnant while already pregnant is unusual. The problem is you’ve been carrying for twenty years now and your unborn son is the father of the new fetus growing inside. 

Before all this craziness, you had eagerly anticipated giving birth. You wanted to feel you're pussy stretching open. You wanted to give life and feel heavy and full with a man's seed. Man after man filled you with cum, and you loved it. You couldn't get enough. It was only a matter of time before you were knocked up. 

You adored growing huge and heavy with child. You loved it so much. Still, it never ended. Your waters never broke no matter how many men frantically fucked you, wailing for mercy as your enormous pregnant belly shook with each thrust. Your legs couldn't be closed anyhow with your womb expanding up and out; might as well use it. 

Your baby stayed safe and warm within your womb. Growing and growing as children tend to do, your skin somehow managed to stretch with it. 

You are pregnant, and it doesn't end. It hasn't ended.  It shouldn't be possible. 

You didn't think it could happen, not now, not to you. 

You can't get any more pregnant. You're skin is stretched thin. You can't see over the massive orb of flesh, that had been you're stomach, anymore. You haven't been able to see your feet for a long while. Touching your clit yourself is out of the question although you want it more than anything. 

Your son simply continued growing in your womb.

Nothing would ignite your labor and you refused a cesarean. There was no need. Nothing was technically wrong aside from the obvious. He remained and grew with the same vigor as your tits, engorged with milk. They sat heavy on top of your belly and bounced with every strong movement from within your womb. 

Your body grew sensitive with pregnancy, and that didn't stop either. 

You are mostly womb at this point. It hangs so heavy on your hips you can't walk for long periods. Medically, you shouldn't be able to walk at all. But you do, and you like standing near your apartment window, gigantic belly pressing against the glass, as men who try to break your water pound into your fat pussy. 

You like the position and feeling their balls slap the underside of your belly. You love feeling their cum drip out of you.

They all try hard. You love their creampies and hands on your belly as they devour your soaked pussy. Still, after a while the parade of men grows tiring. Not one had come close to sending you into labor. 

You have come to enjoy when it was just you and your baby. 

You two are alone often, with your current state, and yet it's probably better that way. 

Lying on your bed, you grip your belly and frantically rub at any skin you can reach. The mountain of flesh ripples and shakes. A rhythm eventually takes to the harsh movements sending ripples across your skin. You're practically moved along with your belly, it's not helped by the unconscious thrusting of your own hips. 

You can't stop, and won't be anytime soon. 

You can't help yourself anymore. 

You moan, "Oooohhhhh Oooooo OH GOD! He's Cumming. I feel ittttt. Oh God, he's cumming inside meeeee!" 

You're relationship with your son was different because of your strange pregnancy.

He grew like any other man and all the hormones that come with it. For 18 years, your baby grew and left your womb an unrecognizeable fertile dome. 

Now, he rubs his erect cock against the walls of his mother' womb, seeking pleasure from the friction. It was, after all, the only home he had ever known. It drives you wild. You feel every thrust. You cum drooling with every pulsing spurt of his cock. 

It takes a few months before you notice. With age, your baby's growth slowed, but it starts up again. Angry veins make maps across your skin.  

You feel more, smaller kicks, against your belly. A Second placenta formed. Your sons seed with nowhere else to go implanted in your already packed womb. There was more than one. 

You never expected to like it as much as you did, but ever since you learned you were even more pregnant your pussy was never empty. You drowned yourself in the pleasure of having any man willing to rub his cock against your belly. They fucked you hard and fast on all fours with your legs lifting off the ground. Huge and immobilized all you can do is scream in frenzied pleasure. 

"I'm gonna pop! I'm so bigggggg! I'm gonna explode! It's so much. It's too much! It's so tight! I'm so FULLLL". FUCK ME HARDER! FILL ME!" 

You feel an erect cock against your navel, from the inside, not out. It sends you into a frenzy of wailing as another man's thick cock pounding in and out sends gushes of your arousal across your thighs. 

You're stomach tightens and rumbles. The mountain of a womb contracts brutally. You ignored it for a while. Your need for your pussy to be filled outweighed logic. You are a balloon about to pop and you don't care. 

"I'M GONNA BURST! MY BELLYS TOO BIG! IM GONNA CUM IM CUMMING! PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE! MOREEEE!"  

One man humps your ass as fast as his hips can thrust. He buries his thick cock deep in your burning hot pussy. Only when his cum spurts out onto your gigantic belly do the men lift your legs open and investigate the tight drum heaving in front of them. 

"Uh…uh ah ah Ahhh AHHHHH GOD ITS HAPPENING! I'M GIVING BIRTH, FINALLY, MY BABY IS COMING OUT!" 

More men cum and one wiped the seed like lotion onto your womb and takes your long swollen navel between his teeth. He sucks, and you whine for more. 

You stretch impossibly wide, but still you drool and moan in ecstacy. You lie in a puddle of you're own fluids, birthing and otherwise, that continues to squirt from you vigorously. Your heavy heaving tits drip milk down your belly in a steady stream. Your child's head shouldn't be able to fit but your skin still stretches until you feel a wet head brushing against the bottom of your ass. It shouldn't be possible to be stretched so wide, and your eyes roll back. 

"MY PUSSY IS SO FULL. I'M CUMMING! MY SON IS COMING OUT! I CANT STOP CUMMING! HE'S SO BIG! AH, AH, AH I'M PUSHING! I'M CUMMING!!!"

When be comes out of you, followed by cum dripping out of your gaping wide pussy, you know you'll be even bigger, much less empty, soon enough.  

[multi-fandom-imagine]

How down would Ghost or König be with a s/o that has a thing for being chased and caught? Like a full-on "chase me through the woods and if you catch me you can have me" kink?

A/n: oooohhhhh I love this 😈. Let me know if you want a full blown fix for either one of these.

-Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley -

🔪: 1000% would be into it, would even give you a head start.

🔪: Can easily track you, will always keep his eyes on you.

🔪:Quite, very quite. You can never find him until he has a hold of you.

🔪: Bonus for him if you’re wearing skimpy clothes that he can easily remove.

🔪: Though the moment you start teasing him / taunting him it’s end game for you.

🔪: He’s on you in a instant pinning you to a tree, his lips attacking your neck with kisses as his hands wander your body.

🔪:Sex is gonna happen in the woods, and then back home in the shower then once again on the bed.

🔪:Simon never thought a little chase would get his blood pumping so much, you two plan to do it again.

+•+

“Come on love, you can’t hide from me.”

Panting, you placed your hand on your chest to calm your racing heart. You could hear him but you didn’t know where he was. Sinking your teeth in your lip you peaked your head out to see he was gone, taking your chances you started to run again only to feel your arm being grabbed.

A scream tore from your lips as you were tugged into a chest, a hand sliding down your back to grab your ass. “Found ya.” His teeth nipped at your neck, a light groan escaping your lips.

The look in his eyes, this look was for you and you alone. Cupping his cheek you pressed your body into his as a whole escaped your lips. “Simon…please.”

Chuckling, Simon grasped your chin, his thumb sliding over your lip. “So needy, but since you were such a good little mouse then how can I say now.”He states pulling out his knife cutting away your shirt.

Fucking in the woods, now this was going to be a first though it was certainly was going to be a fun night.

-König-

🐺:May have a heart attack if you first ask him but seeing how cute you look doing it he will happily comply.

🐺:Bit terrifying at first, Konig is a big boy so you can’t escape him easily, you can also hear him.

🐺:Low key taunts you at first but have way through he gets distracted by a cute bunny or some other animals. The wooden creatures seem to love your gentle giant.

🐺: Will easily snatch you then lift you in for a hug, he just loves to hold you after the chase, while it was a bit fun to do chase you. It still scares the man, he’s afraid he might hurt you someday.

🐺:Takes a lot to ease him out of his shell, you love cupping his cheeks and giving him gentle kisses across his face.

🐺:If you work him up enough he is all of happy to fuck you on the woods but please let him lay down his clothes for you first.

🐺:Will carry you back to the house, your too important to be carried back.

+•+

“Ja are you sure you are all right?”

Laughing you stood on your toes to give him a kiss, he would always worry over you after your little game.

“I’m fine König, and it’s cute seeing you worry over me but if you’re that concerned then I know just what you can do to make me better.” Your fingers trailed down the flannel you bought him, the shirt barley holding together as is.

Chuckling deeply, König let his fingers slowly slip under your shirt. “I can do that.”

[libby-for-life]

maybe a oneshot of pilot!Lucifer and Canon!Lucifer fighting for Adam's 🍑, ofcourse they share him in the end 😏

pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻👀

Oooohhhhh, I love this idea.

Adam honestly didn't know how this was happening...there were two Lucifers? His eyes traveled to the one least familiar. This one was much taller and looked...well, more intimidating. He was still shorter than Adam but he was taller than the Lucifer he was used to.

What really got him so flustered right now was that they were both arguing about who had more right to fuck him.

"I've known him longer!" His Lucifer said as he glared at his taller counterpart. The taller one chuckled condescendingly. "Really? Do you? I'm not even from here and I find that hard to believe~."

"Why you little fuck!"

"I think you'll find you're the only short one here. I know he'd enjoy my cock more."

"Oh, please! I have him begging every night to Daddy!"

Adam was trying not to die. God, why was this happening?! What would Charlie do in this situation? He wanted all the fighting to stop!

"Guys!" Both heads swiveled to him in shock. Great, he had their attention. Now, what would Charlie do? She was good at stopping fights.

"Sharing is caring, right?"

He had wished he had chosen better words because the looks he was being given were downright feral.

"Sharing is caring, hm?" The tall one said, walking up to him with a smirk.

"Well, when you put it like that..." His Lucifer added, appearing at Adam’s side and grabbing his ass. Adam was too shocked to move.

"What do you say, old pal? Want to share?" His Lucifer said, grinning at his taller counterpart part. The taller one nodded. "You heard from Adam himself. Sharing is caring."

"Wait! This isn't what I meant!" Adam yelped as four hands roamed his chubby body. He was eternally glad this was happening in Lucifer's palace and not somewhere like the hotel.

"But you said it yourself, dear." The tall one said. "And we're going to share you all night long."

Adam whimpered as the two Devils laughed. He..he wasn't going to be able to walk for a week, wasn't he?

XxX

Adam moaned at the cock in his throat. He didn't even have to move since his Lucifer was fucking him hard enough to rock him into his counterpart's dick every time. His eyes were cloudy with lust and he yelped every time a tail slapped his ass.

"So good for us, Adam. Such a good little lamb." The taller crooned, his voice an octave lower to show how much he was enjoying seeing Adam be spit-roasted.

"The best lamb!" His Lucifer growled.

Adam could only whimper as he knew this was the first of many rounds.

[whispersoftheton]

Hey, lovely!!! Could I get a Regency Anthony x reader with the prompt “is that a drawing of me?” where maybe Anthony had Benedict draw the reader and just fluff. Please and thank you!!!

Hi my love! Oooohhhhh I've been wanting to try writing some Benedict so this is perfect! I hope you like it!

Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader, Benedict Bridgerton

Warnings: anthony is a pining fool as usual, fluff, brotherly teasing

Word Count: 1.5K

Every day in Anthony's life was precisely like the other. Endless business deals and meetings, mixed with social obligations, became an excruciating routine for him. He found himself dreading each day, that is until he met you. You were the only thing that would instantly melt away a long day of dodging insignificant exchanges and keeping up a pleasant facade amongst everyone. The sight of your warm smile and the comfort of your presence was enough to instantly break through Anthony's seemingly tough exterior. Your voice whispered a soothing sonnet to his ears; he couldn't get enough.

But Anthony often found himself yearning from a distance, with fleeting moments and stolen longing glances at one another, constantly leaving a desire for more. A feeling he was quite unfamiliar with, seeing as he cared so little for other's company if it didn't involve business or family. You were different. The captivating way you held yourself in every discussion, effortlessly capturing his mind and heart all at once. Anthony knew he had to do something; he needed to make you his before the season came to an end. And he knew just how to do it.

Benedict sat in the center of the well-lit room, surrounded by canvases of unfinished paintings and what seemed to be smeared paint scattered among them. He contemplated continuing a piece he had been working on before Anthony barged through his doors.

"Ah, there you are." Anthony approached him, a firm pat on his back as he pretended to take an interest in the canvas before him.

"Brother. What do I owe the pleasure?" Benedict turned from his easel, an inquisitive look painted on his face at his brother's unusual affection toward him.

"I require a favor of you. A gift for…someone, and I will need your help." Anthony maintained a steady tone so as to not feed his brother's curiosity.

"And would this have anything to do with a certain lady who has piqued your interest as of late?" Anthony's eyes widened. He couldn't have known; he thought he had been discreet with the time he spent with you. "Maybe one who enjoys strolls in the park, hm?" Benedict teased, taking great pride in seeing his brother shift uncomfortably as he attempted to hide his affection for you from his prying. "It is, isn't it?" Benedict pushed, determined to get an answer out of him. "You are smitten! I knew it!" he blurted, jumping out of his seat, making Anthony step back and roll his eyes, shushing him in annoyance.

"You know nothing, and I will not discuss this any longer if you are to ridicule me as such." Anthony moved to depart before Benedict quickly moved in front of him and placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

"No, no, brother, I assure you it was not ridicule. I will help however I can, but…what could you possibly need from me?" Anthony scoffed, briefly pondering his options. Perhaps he could go into town and find you the most exquisite jewel his money could buy; that would undoubtedly rid him of the embarrassment now flowing through him before his sibling.

"You are artistic. I should like for you to paint a portrait of her."

"A portrait?"

"Yes. I want to gift it to her."

"And will you be gifting this said portrait to her as a sign of courtship, brother?" Benedict smirked, unable to help himself when it came to taunting his own brother. Anthony shot him a glare, to which Benedict put his hands up in defeat and cleared his throat. "Very well then. I shall have your portrait ready soon enough."

Benedict knew it would not be possible to have you posing in a room for hours on end for this portrait, so with Anthony's help, he dedicated a portion of his days to enjoying the park on days you did as well. He would sit on a bench far enough away to not be seen but near enough to capture you exactly right. He knew if Anthony had asked this of him, it must be of importance to him; he couldn't mess it up.

The mid-afternoon sun graced the sky as you made your weekly visit to the Bridgerton home. You and Eloise had made it a habit of strolling the market together from time to time in order to gain some time away from your mamas to talk all things Lady Whistledown. Upon your arrival, Lady Bridgerton greeted you as always, informing you that Eloise had made a quick visit to her friend Penelope but would make quick haste in her return. You graciously accepted her offer for tea and catching up while waiting.

Anthony huffed as he signed his name for what seemed like the millionth time that day on a never-ending sea of business documents. His eyes burned, and his head ached from the tension of a long workday requiring a break from his duties. He shut the door to his study and made his way to the main room, where he was sure whatever his many siblings were up to would engage his mind elsewhere. Instead, Anthony found a largely empty room, Hyacinth quietly practicing her Latin in one corner and his mama enjoying company in another. It wasn't until he walked closer that he discovered it was none other than you.

Your eyes immediately cast downward toward your teacup as Anthony came nearer with eyes searching for your own. It was inevitable; as much as you tried to avoid it, your draw to him was too much to disregard. Your eyes unwillingly met his. The softness of them melting away any tension you felt, pools of amber you wished to soak in forever mesmerizing you and making your breath hitch as you tried to steady the teacup in your hand. Your moment dissipated almost instantly when you heard Benedict enter the room, making both of you glance away, and Anthony cleared his throat.

"My brother and Mama tell me you are fond of art, yes?" Benedict said as Anthony stood behind him, eyes seemingly looking anywhere but at you. "We have several pieces you must see. I do think I should show you before Eloise makes her return, hm?" Benedict kindly offered you his hand. You glanced between Lady Bridgerton and him, taken back by his sudden offer. "It will only take a second. Brother, will you join us?" He looked knowingly toward Anthony, who nodded and began following the both of you down the hall. As keen as Benedict was to show everything to you, it seemed almost as soon as you entered the room, he excused himself with a hasty justification you barely heard, leaving you and Anthony utterly alone. You offered Anthony a kind smile which he returned. Unsure of what to do now that your chaperone had run off to god knows where.

"May I?" Anthony offered his arm, which you took almost too eagerly. He began guiding you through the room, showing you each painting and how his family acquired it. Your mind was otherwise preoccupied with having him so close.

"And this one…" Anthony paused as he led you to the end of the room. You must've been too distracted to realize he'd already passed most paintings—all but one. You noticed a small portrait was propped up on an easel beside the far wall of the grand room. The image became apparent as you approached it.

"Is that…me?" You were in awe, heart positively bursting at the lovely gesture. It was a detailed portrait of you sitting on a park bench, seemingly enjoying a book on a beautiful spring day in one of your favorite dresses. The picture captured you in one of the most tranquil moments of your day. It was breathtaking.

"Do you like it? I had my brother draw it for you; he is quite the artist. Or at least, he likes to think himself so." Anthony rambled unintentionally, slowly losing the composure he prided himself on before you. He wondered if you liked it; maybe this would be the moment he longed for. The moment you'd realize all the feelings he harbors for you. His head couldn't help but wonder, slipping into self-deprecation faster than he cared to admit. What if you absolutely loathed it? Found the entire situation to be quite odd and never wanted to see his face again. Your words untangled him from his spiraling thoughts.

"It is beautiful. Thank you." Anthony searched your face for any sign of disdain but found none. "I am quite speechless. I-This is…" Tears welled in your eyes, and your chest tightened, unsure how to convey your appreciation in words. But Anthony could tell by the tender way you admired it with so much fondness.

Anthony took a deep breath and stepped closer; this was it; he had to ask you now. A courtship with you was something he could only dream of. Deep down, Anthony knew if there was ever a chance of happiness with someone in this lifetime. It was with you by his side.

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[siremasterlawrence]

Big Kids: Tom’s Regression

Tom Masters is my next door neighbor for the last week or so since I moved in to my home but he thinks he is all that it’s obvious to me because he is a damn sexy daddy type. I saw him drive up in to his front drive way area as he parks sliding through his side door as his feet are now planting on to the ground and stands tall as he takesa deep breath. He saw me through the window waving me over to him as I reluctantly join him walking out of the door rolling my eyes as he sighs and invites me to join his side for dinner so we can get to know each other.

“What do you so join me for dinner? I’ll buy food.”

“Why not? I guess it would be fun”

“Maybe I could hypnotize you too”

“What? I was joking “

“Oh too bad!”

“Wait what?”

“Let’s go inside”

“What the fuck?”

“Um actually! I have a huge Hypno…”

“Fetish? Geez”

“Can you put me under?”

“Buy us dinner! I’ll set up “

“Yes sir! I’ll get on it”

“Sir! Did he call me?”

“How do we begin?”

“Sit down! Turn on the lights “

“Watch this glass ball”

“Stare in to the ball”

“Let your mind glaze over, eyes roll back “

“No thoughts “

“Yes “

His eyes roll back into the socket in time to meet his eyelids slowly closing down on to him, his chin drops on to the chest with a deep heavy sigh as his mind fogs up in to non existence and I rise up to bend over taking both of his hands shaking them and letting them drop.Quickly I snap him back reality letting him groan a bit before pulling his focus to my fingers then waking him up again to the shadow on the wall and finally causing his gaze to meet my eyes as my voice reiterating his fall in to submission yet I win. Patting his head I tip his forehead back a bit to rest on the couch as his eyes open up ay my command he mindlessly awaits my word, his body stood at my instruction he slowly removes each article of clothes throwing them a side as they fly in to the air falling all over the place.

“When I snap my fingers you will wake up in ten minutes ready to excercise for me like a big kid.”

“Yyyeeeessss”

“1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10”

“Woah! Hey babe”

“Babe?”

“Want to see me work out?”

“Get ready for it “

“Yes Babe”

“Come with me to my bed room”

“What should I wear?”

“Blue is my color “

“Your favorite is my favorite “

“Hell yes! Let’s get started “

“I have a gym room”

“Follow me babe it’s in here “

“Will you help me?”

“SLEEP!”

“Yyyyyeeessss”

“You will produce the greatest work of your life for me”

“Yyyyeeesss! I will”

“Wake up”

“I have to work out “

“Commence ! It’s all for me”

“All for you “

“How am I doing ?”

“I love you too”

“I want to cum my personality for me”

He finishes his work out finally slamming the equipment down rising back to full height as he smirks felling alive and returns my gaze back. I follow suit meeting my front to his back as I smack his ass so hard then press my body on to his and wrap my arms over his waist. I shove him on to the wall press my body even further as my cock grows even harder and I begin to dry hump his ass harder.

“Sleep “

“When I count to three you will grow hard “

“Exploding with cum freeing your mind and free will.”

“Oooohhhhh fffuuucckkk”

“Yes Master! Enslave me Daddy”

The end

[skekthesilly]

spoilers for ii ep 17

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

OHHHHH MY GOD

OHHHH MY GOD MY GOD OH MY GOD

OHHHHH MY GOD

WHAT THE FUCK???? HELLO?????? WHAT?????? THE FUCK??????

EVERYTHING?????? IS?????? WHAT THE FUCK????????????? WHAT????? THE FUCK???????????

FIRST OF ALL. I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT THIS EPISODE IS OVER 30 FUCKING MINUTES LONG. HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCK. OHHHHHHH MY GOD

THE BESTIES IN PURGATORY MANSION???? FUCK YES

HES FROLICKING IN COQUETTE LAND

SHE FUCKING DIES?????????? WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING???????????????? WHY??????????????????????????? CRIES?????????????????? CRIES FUCKING WEEPS SOBS????????????

THESE ARE SICK FUCKING GOOD IMPACT FRAMES. IM FLABBERGASTED. IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH........... HOOOOOOLY FUCK............. OOOOOOOH MY GOD....... OOOOHHHHHH MY SHIT........... THE FUCKING IMPACT FRAMES........ OOOOHHHHH MY GOD........ OOOOOOOHHHHHHH MY SHIT......... OOOHHHH MY LORDY LORD......... GROWLS BARKS RUNS AROUND ON ALL FOURS FUCKING GOES FERAL....

"WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LIKE THIS" my ocs to me:

HES FUCKING DEAD????????

THEY WERE FUCKING RIGHT. THEY WERE RIGHT. OH MY GOD THEY WERE RIGHT

HES FUCKING DEAD?????????????????

HES NOT YOUR EX EITHER............................ CRIES............

FUCKING HUNGER GAMES

TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW PAINTBRUSH. SHE IS NOT FUCKING GONE SHES STILL HERE SHES STILL HERE SHES

THE LITTLE FUCKING SCOOTCH???????????????/

WHAT THE FUUUUCK????????????? EXCUSE ME??????????? WHAT THE FUCK????????????/ KNIFE?????????? WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WH

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SECTION. THE PAPER ANIMATIONS AND THE WAY IT LOOKS AND?????????? I LOVE IT????? also mephone4 has the shimmer egg. is the shimmer. has shimmer essence. something along those lines. THEY WERE FUCKING RIGHT. THAT ONE THINGAMABOB SHIMMER4 THING I SAW IS RIGHT. ITS CORRECT. OHHHHH MY GOD

the utter hopelessness in his voice. "oh no. i know too much."

the way its delivered... it has me sobbing. what the fuck. hes just. resigned now. accepted his fate. he knows too much and now it's too late. too late. too late.

the way they start crying. it. its breaking my heart. it broke my heart and its breaking again. shattering. oh my fucking god im shattering. weeping. sobbing. crying. wailing. im. ohhhh my god

TOILET?????????? TWIST OF THE FUCKING CENTURY OH MY GOD

THEYRE FUCKING REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL

fucking love the way he screams here. toilet did i ever tell you how much i love you /p

hes so cooked

THEYRE ALL FUCKING DEAD???????????? WHAT THE FUCK COBS. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK COBS. WHAT THE FUCK

goober

genuinely fucking slay bestie. love this pose. fucking slaysauce

dont go back do not you are going to FUCKING DIE. PERISH. DIE. DO NOT GO BACK YOU WILL DIE

pokemon battle

SLAYYYYYY SLAYYYY BESTIES. FUCKING LETS GOOOOOO

YOURE SO PERFECTSAUCE. YOU ARE THE PERFECT ASSISTANT AND NEVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE POOKIE. LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

bridal carry

oh my god. my younger sister had watched this before me and when she said "everyone dies" i thought she was shitting with me. nope! she was right! EVERYONE FUCKING DIES.

oh my god. ohhhhh my god. ohhhh my fucking god. oh my god. im SOBBING. WHAT THE FUCK ANIMATIONEPIC????? WHAT THE FUCK???????????????/

CRIES. FUCKING WEEPS AND SOBS AND CURLS UP INTO A BALL NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN. WEEPS SHEDS MASSIVE TEARS

[thebearer]

i’m crazy for the best friend au lip gallagher universe and i was wondering what other characters povs would be to the hookup to baby daddy to husband timeline lol

oooohhhhh i love this question holy shit <3

ok so everyone knows about you, obv. lip comes home from school and you're hanging around. everyone thinks you're dating, but lip's like "no she's my friend."

fiona likes you, likes that you keep lip on a sort of track and will call him out when he's got his head in his ass. debbie is amazed you're going to be a teacher, and decides she wants to do that too. carl is indifferent really. he's busy at the time so he's not swayed either way.

ian is who you're really nervous to meet bc that's lip's best friend and brother. you two hit it off, and ian realizes like "oh they really are not hooking up" and he's kinda shocked but in a good way.

when it turns into friends with benefits, lip is kinda smug about it. in the future, he can look back and he knows it's because he was in love. he tells ian, just kinda like nonchalantly, "yeah, we're kinda fuckin' now."

ian's like??? "you sure this is a good idea."

"yeah? why wouldn't it be? she's my best friend and we get to have sex. seems like a pretty good deal to me." lip shrugs.

then the pregnancy happens. lip is freaking out, losing his shit, goes to ian and is like panicking. ian just gives him a look. "you still sure this is a good idea?" and that just makes him spiral even further.

lip comes bitching to fiona (going off the show time line she's still around for now) and she kinda has the same reaction like, "are you sure it's yours this time?" and he goes absolutely insane. "why would you do this? fuck this up like that?"

"fuck i don't know!"

and then when he tries to propose to you bc you're pregnant, and you say no. he's bitching again, and ian is like ??? "yeah good for her. i wouldn't marry you either right now. get your shit together."

it's easy for them to accept you as family bc you fit so well into their lives and you're so good for lip. when you do finally get married it's like the biggest celebration, everyone is so excited for you.

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

I don’t think we talk about dad!bucky enough on this blog. Like how’d he feeling when you tell him you’re pregnant? How was he during your birth? After? After after?

oooohhhhh we've got a lot to talk about, like too much. so much to talk about, it could be a series. let's start from the beginning though, shall we?

warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy, implications of sex, slight mentions of ptsd, written quickly

could be read with Day One & Day Thirteen

let's be honest, he is ecstatic to be a dad, a father, a parent when you're by his side he feels like he can be a good role model

like yeah he's been through a lot and sometimes he has nightmares and scares some people who think he's a manic or monster or whatever, but you've made him feel like he's better

like he can be a better man, even with his past haunting his dreams

so when he brings up the topic of being a father, it's a bit timid, subtle hints before the real conversation

his hints are not as subtle as he thinks though cause you pick up on the sensitive topic the third time he drops a hint

the first hint was him off-handedly complimenting a baby on your walk

"she's adorable, isn't she?" and you agreed when you looked at the baby and saw her chubby cheeks and toothless grin aimed at you with her little hands making grabby hands at the ice cream you were holding

the second hint was when he offered to babysit the kid in the house across the street

"well, we both know henry and fiona could use the break" was all he had to say when you asked about why there were three kids sitting in the living with crayons and paper littered around them

the third hint was when he held up a baby bodysuit with the words i have the best mommy written in red on white

"this is cute, isn't it?" he had asked standing in the baby aisle he had practically dragged you into. you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow and said "we need to talk when we get home"

he couldn't focus the rest of the shopping trip

he was nervous to say the least

his hands shook basically the whole time while you guys finished shopping and he even let you drive the truck cause the poor guy felt like the world was spinning underneath him

once you got home, he was a mess, but he helped carry all the bags in and then started cleaning the kitchen while you rummaged through the bags once again to check for any rips or stains you might have missed the first time

"bucky?"

he walked into the living room where you sat with a soft and gentle smile on your face

he ran back into the kitchen when you giggled at the bright pink latex gloves he had forgotten to take off

"yes, sweets?" he swallowed thickly when you beckoned him over and patted the spot next to you and turned so that you could face him

even with the smile he loved on your lips, he still couldn't meet your eyes

"look at me, buck"

that gentle tone makes his heart clench when he meets your gaze

your gentle and soft and kind and loving gaze

"do you want a baby?" your voice is so alluring

"...yeah" / "good, cause i want one too"

bucky is pulling you onto his lap so fast and wrapping his arms around you tightly and kissing your cheeks, neck, and lips

when he pulls away, he looks at you like you hung the stars

"really, sweets?" / "really, bucky" / "i love you" / "i love you more" / "there's no fucking way, can't beat me in that race, sweets"

he starts kissing you again, but you pull away too quick for his liking and he frowns

you pull out the baby bodysuit he was holding at the shop and grin

"it is very cute"

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[simplydannie]

@kais-va no angst as you asked lol this is one I did awhile ago but forgot to post it! (I scrolled through my account and I swear I didn’t see this one anywhere!)

The twins have been doing community service under the watchful eye of the Trolls. This time their service takes them to Vacay Island where a day off means a day in the sun… unfortunately, for Vennie, that’s doesn’t turn out so great.

It was really bright and really sunny day on Vacay Island. On top of that, it was very busy. Tourists have been swarming in left and right; tourists of all species.

On the beach near the water were 3 figures: two tall with green hair and pale skin, one little purple one no bigger than a tennis ball. Velvet wore a two piece golden suit and a large sun hat. Her long hair tied in a flamboyant ponytail, bangs curled around her forehead. Round sunglasses shaded her eyes and rose pink lipstick on her lips. Her brother was to her left. He wore golden trunks to match his sister and black round sunglasses. His hair wasn’t styled in his normal updo. Instead he let the water take its role, allowing his hair to sweep in a type of faux hawk near his eyes. He no longer wore his green lipstick to match his sister; this time he was his own man.

In between them lay a small little purple Troll sprawled out on a small beach chair. Green rectangular sunglasses blocked his eyes, a smile across his face. The three sighed in unison.

“This...” said Floyd.

“Is...” continued Velvet.

“Perfect.” finished Veneer.

The three lay with their arms behind their head as they soaked up the bright, smiling sun.

“...Wow! Revenue up 40%. Let’s get some more cheese melted for some more nachos! Let’s get those drinks up and ready. We got more coming in.!” Bruce’s voice trickled and boomed as he got closer to the trio. “Velvet, your idea of opening our doors to Mount Rageons everywhere was Sp-ec-tac-U- lar!”

A sly smile crossed Velvets lips, “I know, I know.” She beamed.

“Ahem.” Floyd coughed, lowering his sunglasses side eyeing her.

“I mean, you’re welcome. Anything I can do to help.” She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Maybe a little less attitude, but better.” Floyd beamed.

“I really don’t know why I am going through this behavior intervention. It’s really pointless.” Velvet said.

“I don’t know, you seem more barable now... fun even.” Veneer smirked. Velvet grabbed her towel smacking her brother across the face.

“And you’ve became a more smart ass than usual... I hate it.” She sneered.

“Love you too sis.” Her brother laughed.

“This conversation is going a lot better than most-oooohhhhh wow.” Floyd took off his small sunglasses and gasped towards Veneers direction.

“What?” Veneer gaped. Velvet turned towards her brother for a good look…. She then bursted out laughing.

“Oh my god- what?...What? ...WHAT!?” His voice began to grow shaky and nervous.

“ I don’t know, you tell me. Can I have some grilled cheese with the that tomato soup sir?” Velvet said between laughs. Tears began rolling down her eyes as the laughter continued. Veneer gaped at her clueless.

“What?! Tell me!?” He begged. Before Floyd could respond Poppy and Branch joined the trio… their eyes going wide when they saw Veneer.

“Omg Vennie!” Poppy exclaimed, “Like red is definitely your color but not like this!”

Branch joined Velvet in laughter…. Which made Veneer even more anxious… Why is Branch laughing too? He thought.

“Dude, have you ever heard of “sunblock”?” Branch asked with a smirk on his face.

“Duh! Floyd gave me some!” Veneer desperately tried to look around for something to see himself on.

“ Which one? I gave you two, and one was NOT sun lotion.” Floyd declared. Velvet continued laughing handing her brother her mirror.

“Priceless.” She sneered.

Upon looking at himself.... he saw it. His cheeks were flushed red. The redness flushed his face, neck, torso…all the way down to his legs. Velvet was right, he looked like he had jumped in tomato soup.

“No, no, no, no, no!!” He stammered. He reached for his towel and wrapped his entire body... well as much as he could. “No one said anything!”

“Well I didn’t get a good look at you until now.” Floyd said, “you better put something on before it starts peeling.”

“Oh Vennie, youll be fine! It doesn’t look that bad.” Poppy tried to say.

“I look like a freaking tomato, Poppy!” Veneer said.

He eyes the beach from side to side: it was jam packed with people. Anyone could’ve of seen and anyone was going to see if he walked out of there... a red glowing stick.

“Vels hand me your towel!” He demanded.

“You have your own!” She exclaimed.

“Ya but yours is longer. Covers more. Pleeeeeaaase!” He begged.

“I mean there’s not MUCH to cover anyways.” She smirked as she laid back closing her eyes again.

“Velvet.” She turned to see Floyd standing up right with his arms across his chest. He lifted one eyebrow giving her a stern look.

“Uuuuggghhh. Boys are much more drama queens than girls are yknow. Here moron.” She tossed him her towel.

“Thank you!” Attempting to wrap himself like a burrito, Veneer stood up and made his way toward the resort.

Leaving his sunglasses on, he twisted and turned, avoiding any eye contact that he could.

“Excuse me. Sorry. Coming through.” He said as he weaved his way around the crowd. ‘Almost there, almost there’, he thought to himself..….

OOF.

He accidentally ran into a Vacationer carrying a tray of food and drinks. Veneer tumbled to the floor loosing grip of his towel.

“Sorry my dude… whooooaaaa.” The Vacationers eyes widened upon seeing Veneers red glowing skin.… Everyone there gaped as they saw him….everyone.

“No, no thats my bad!” Veneer desperately reached for the towel and wrapped himself up again. “Uuuh have a good day!” He ran…. He ran straight toward the room he was staying in.

Once inside he went straight towards his bed, burying his face into his pillow…. He was NEVER going to show his face after that again.

“Stupid Veneer.” He told himself as he buried his face deeper into his pillow.

[jezebelgoldstone]

RRR (2022, dir S. S. Rajamouli)

things i am not now and likely never will get over from RRR

DRIFT COMPATIBLE BATTLE COUPLE DETECTED

queer? platonic? queerplatonic? who gives a shit no matter what it was it was AWESOME

Colonialism Is Bad Actually: The Musical

the symbolism. holy shit. every BIT of it was absolutely amazing.

wow all the mains in this movie are just, really hot? my poor lil pan heart had a rough time with this one ngl

the fact that someone (likely many someones) watched this movie about Colonialism Is Bad Actually and said 'you know what let's dub this whole thing into Hindi and English and then not give an option to watch it with the original Telugu dialogue' sure was,,,,,,,,, A Choice

THE MUSIC

by which i mean the actual song-and-dance numbers as well as the like story soundtrack all of it is going on my playlist asap

listen the spirk-behind-glass scene is awful. spock and kirk can't even touch. they can hear. they can see. but they cannot touch. and i in my sweet ignorant bliss thought that was as bad as it could get.

tonight i learned that holding someone in your arms through the bars of their cell is so much worse

I watched it on Netflix but i looked it up on a few other ahem websites and on EVERY SINGLE ONE Telugu audio wasn't even an option.

there was not one single chance to tie things together or make a connection or do a setup/payoff or callback that was not taken. not a single one.

everything about this movie is 100% Extra

in short: this movie is a masterclass

aaaaaand the rest below a cut because WOW i have a lot to say actually

which brings me to the dancing oh my gods. not sure i've ever seen such enthusiastic dancing in anything in my entire life. seriously by the final number i was exhausted just watching them

in general, this movie is: stunning

"RAM." "BHEEM." "SEETHA." IT'S ABOUT THE SYMBOLISM.

also this was kinda hilarious because i watched it in hindi [the least disorienting option] and they kept SAYING "ram" but in the subs it was always fuckin RAJU so like. again with the Choices. like seriously what was the thought process there. WAS there a thought process.

FIRE. WATER. STORY. I JUST. I. HELP ME.

i ADORED jenny. with my whole entire heart. she is one of the very BEST examples of Ignorance Is A Privilege and also At What Point Does Ignorance Become Malicious that i have ever ever seen. i loooooooooved it. i mean i hated it a whole lot while it was happening but also i am SO GLAD that now rather than trying to explain all of this to people i can just tell them to watch this movie and then sit them down and be like, so what are your thoughts on jenny's culpability in literally everything?

oh and how you can be a kind person and still do atrocities! like jenny is so sweet and so kind and you just like her so much and yet. and yet.

t h e s y m b o l i s m

i cannot remember the last time i saw a movie so visually stunning. the cinematography is breathtaking. pause on just about any random frame and it could be a movie poster or hanging in an art gallery or what have you.

they also dubbed all the lines that were actually in english? i mean i get it for the characters who spent most of the movie speaking Telugu because you'd need their voices to stay the same through the whole movie yeah fine whatever. but like. they dubbed all the ENGLISH characters, too? like literally dubbed them from english into english??? the dialogue matched their mouths except the timing was veeeery sliiiiiiiightly off but it SOUNDED really obviously dubbed??? Y THO???

HOLY SHIT THE FIGHT SCENES OH MY GODS

Malli. Malli honey i love you. i'm just realizing i don't know if that's your actual name gods damn it. but whatever your name is child i love you.

and did i mention that everyone in this movie is beautiful? like. seriously. Ram and Bheem especially holy SHIT.

Physics Does Not Work Like That And I Do Not Care Because That Was AWESOME: The Musical

oooohhhhh they re-recorded and dubbed the fucking SONGS too. i am so pissed about this y'all i can't even tell you.

oh i want to do a whole entire post that's even longer than this one about the symbolism. hell i could probably do a whole entire post just on the fire/water symbolism even without everything else. It was AMAZING.

okay ram is fire and bheem is water and ram's people go to a valley on the shores of a river and the river is in literally every shot of the village and just ram BEING fire but water being a place of HOME and SAFETY for ram

i'm not crying shut up

MALLI AND HER MOTHER TRY TO REACH EACH OTHER BUT THEY CANNOT TOUCH THROUGH THE GLASS

BHEEM AND MALLI HOLD EACH OTHER THROUGH THE BARS OF HER CONFINEMENT AND HE HAS TO LET GO AND LEAVE HER

BHEEM AND RAM HOLD EACH OTHER THROUGH THE BARS OF HIS CONFINEMENT AND BHEEM RIPS THE DOOR RIGHT OFF

ooooooohhhhhhh and people holding hands right before they part. oh that hurts. all of those hurt so bad.

how every single time people held hands when they parted they always held on till the last possible second EXCEPT FOR RAM'S MOM.

she lifts her hand away from him and then pulls back and it was devastating

Predators Do Not Work Like That But I Do Not Care Because That Was Awesome And Also They Ate A Bunch Of Colonizing Cops: Queercoded Edition (ACAB)

bheem with his arms spread and rope or chains around his wrists or in his hands. i just. the way it flipped back and forth from 'he has the power' to 'he is helpless' to 'he should be helpless and isn't' was just. breathtaking.

AND THEN. AND THEN RAM. CHAINED UP THE SAME WAY. DOING THE SAME GODDAMN THING AND USING THE FACT THAT HE'S CHAINED UP FOR HIS OWN FUCKING PURPOSES BECAUSE HE SAW BHEEM DO IT FIRST DON'T TOUCH ME

okay listen this movie would've been good no matter what but like. they really are just SO beautiful. and. when ram. with like the long hair. and. beard. and like. you know? like. his. his hair. his general. everything. um.

literally at the most emotionally inappropriate moment i literally thought about that whole 'i saw a man so beautiful i started crying' thing and like that almost literally happened literally

Why There Can't Be Any Such Thing As Good Cops: The Romance (ACAB)

and like here's the thing i'm not sure i would've even NOTICED this had it not been for the linguistic chauvinism with the audio and everything but like both of them were hindu and a lot of the symbolism though awesome was also really strongly hindu and i just i don't know nearly enough about hindutva to have any kind of opinion BUT i also feel like maaaaaaaybe there was something a little uncomfy about some of this

oh no wait the suspenders dance. that might've actually been the best part. yeah.

oh all the british actors did SUCH a good job being so eminently punchable

throw cheetahs at each other! and snakes! somehow have upper body strength greater than the force exerted by a 800+ lb tiger lunging! throw those motorcycles! punch through those walls without breaking your fingers! use herbal paste to heal broken bones in a matter of a minutes! break solid stone with nothing but the strength of your shoulders and gay love! i am so here for all of this!!!

Throw Rocks Marble Pillars Live Tigers Cops At Cops: The Movie (ACAB)

i love that jenny felt bad for the poor little girl who got kidnapped enslaved and imprisoned so she. bought her a dress and a toy.

you know, to make her feel better about the whole 'being kidnapped enslaved and imprisoned' thing.

instead of doing, i don't know know, literally anything else. like even just saying to her aunt 'hey this makes me sad' or something. #solidarity.

the violence was violent and the romance was sweet

okay so during the fight at the midpoint like i know that by the end of it ram and bheem are literal fire and water BUT ALSO. Ram enters the scene in a flaming carriage and from that point forward the fountain is in pretty much every shot of bheem. just sayin.

love that lachu (or whatever his name really is) told ram that there was no cure. like yes! you go man! ram may be so beautiful that in forty minutes i'm going to be in tears but that's no reason to tell a cop the truth about anything! you lie to that cop man!

A BRITISH SOLDIER HIT LOKI IN THE HEAD WITH A BRANCH AND THEN STOLE MALLI AWAY

BHEEM HIT RAM IN THE HEAD WITH A BRANCH AND THEN STOLE MALLI AWAY

i know other people got hit in the head with tree branches too but STILL

honestly i really like that ram and bheem were, well, ram and bheem. but i mean im glad they weren't like ram and lakshman or bheem and arjun or something. not even just because that would've been brotherly like i'm glad they weren't arjun and krishna or something either. i liked that their names weren't from the same story. i liked it better this way and i can't even articulate why.

i am never ever ever going to get over the progression of part of bheem's introduction being something going wrong and him holding two ropes (he has all the power) with his arms spread and that being used to show us how incredibly strong he is -> something going wrong and bheem with ropes around his wrists (he shouldn't have any power at all) holding his arms spread and that being used to show how incredibly strong he is in a completely different way

like every time there were ropes or chains in bheem's hands or around his wrists it meant something, and it was a beat in the rhythm of a discernable arc, but now i can't remember all of them gdi

oooohhhhh there was SO much more symbolism i wanted to talk about but it's so late that i have a headache and this post is so long my computer's lagging like two sentences behind so i should stop and go to bed. sigh.

just go watch this movie, okay? pleae? I cannot IMAGINE who would've read this whole thing,m but if you did, just watch it, all rigth? (and if you happen to know of any site - ANY site - where i can watch it in FUKIN TELUGU kindly drop a link please and thank)