#silly veggie duck

[thefearsomefangirl]

He's cute. 🥕 🍅

[najokesten]

Me, upon realizing Neil doesn't like vegetables while not being any better than him at integrating them into my diet: A life on the run, you're finally settled and now you won't touch your veggies? I'll kill you.

Neil:

[kneelingshadowsalome]

this is so farmer!könig & off the grid!könig 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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yes, farmer!König will impregnate his farmhand girl through a huge peephole if he can, promises to pull out but never does... begs for forgiveness on his knees afterwards, apologizing profusely at your door, saying he'll never do it again! he just got carried away, he hasn't been with a woman in ages (if ever), you must understand... please, let him hold you for a while and maybe put it in again? you tell him he's too desperate, he wouldn't last a minute out there in the real world, but he just bullies his cock back inside you with a pathetic whine. he's the loneliest man in the universe here at this godforsaken farm so good luck with getting rid of him now that you allowed him to climb into your bed...

and off the grid!König is no better, sneaks up on you when you're tending to your silly little garden, picking up a cute cabbage completely unawares. it falls from your hands when he picks you off your feet, big arms fast around you and a stubbled, sweaty face buried in your hair. he was supposed to haul some wood into the shed but here he is, telling you he's in the mood if you are... hands sneaking up your shirt, plucking and pinching your nipples, he knows you wear no bra :( you can't say no to him even if the cabbage is now dirty and soiled and you're annoyed—König just tells you he'll help you with your veggies and flowers if you give him this one little treat... soon he's spreading your legs under the sun, inspecting you in full daylight while the ducks quack in the distance and sweet crickets chirp in the hay. this is what he brought you here for, to be bred and loved like the silly woman that you are ❤️🌿!

[gretavanlace]

Sugar II (part 9)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, angst, language, the tiniest amount of alcohol consumption, digital penetration, masturbation, oral sex (fem rec), anal play, unprotected sex, etc

Okay, sweet peas, we’ve got one more chapter to go (maaaaybe two idk), but all your favorites will be back! Plus an epilogue. Thank you so much for sticking with me after I did sugar jake so dirty the first time around ❤️

The air is lush and fragrant with herbs, sizzling eggs, and Jake when you wake - though his side of the bed has already cooled.

He’s all around you. Clothes and scuffed boots tossed about the room. Guitar case propped open sans Gibson - where has she gone? The scent of his skin clinging to yours. The gentle bustle of him milling around in the kitchen. You roll over and shamelessly bury your face in the pillow he rested his pretty head upon last night. Drawing him in with a shiver of content…he is home and you are basking in the comfort that is the great return.

He’s humming something to himself, and though you can barely hear - and you certainly can’t place the song - you try to hum along, laughing quietly to yourself when it comes out sounding muddled and strange as you search for a melody you don’t know.

It doesn’t matter. If he’s humming, you want to hum along. You’d like to walk beside him always, twisted and tangled together like a silken braid of devotion.

Seduced by his silly siren’s song, your feet hit the floor as you search for something to throw on. You settle on the black blazer he’s tossed over the back of a chair and pad down the hallway. Lulled and lured by his quiet chaos.

You find him, back to the doorway, gingerly shaking a pan with one hand and tossing what looks to be diced veggies with the other, totally at ease and at home. A gorgeous, disheveled chef complete with yesterday’s sweats, t shirt that’s torn at the neck, and tangled hair.

Should you stand and watch him awhile? It sounds tempting…to watch him work, a sneaky, head over heels fly on the wall. The way he moves, every shift of muscle is intoxicating. Yes, you are bewitched, but even standing here bathed in his presence, you miss him, and that wins out.

”Morning, Jakey,” you smile, breaking his concentration.

”There’s my sugar,” he tosses you a look over his shoulder that stops your heart. “I’m making you breakfast, my love. Would you like coffee or tea?”

Bare feet dancing over chilled tile, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek between his shoulder blades, “Whatever you’re having.”

He backs up a little, no doubt worrying about your arms - though they are protected by his jacket - being too near to the stove, and turns, pulling you closer while walking you backwards towards the island, “How about we share a cup of tea? You hungry?”

Flashes of memories burn through your brain…last night, in the foyer wrapped up together on the floor while he kissed your body and wept. On the couch while you talked about how exactly this all might work. Later, in a bed that wasn’t yours, in sheets you wouldn’t wash.

You should be thoroughly sated, but yes…you are hungry.

”How’d I get so lucky, little girl?” His lips curve into a grin that derails your thoughts and replaces them with something much softer. Your heart is weak for the look in his eyes…the unapologetic, worshipful love that blazes there. “How did I manage to earn this?”

”Earn what?” You smile back, praying that the emotion pounding in your heart is as evident in your gaze as it is in his, “Us?”

His eyes duck away with a shy nod, “I just never thought I’d have you like this again. In my arms, not going anywhere. Staying.”

Your fingertips are at his cheeks, sweeping over the perfect warmth of his skin, soft as air, “Jake, you didn’t earn anything. You’ve always held my heart.”

Still unwilling to meet your gaze, he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “You took it away.”

”No,” you argue in a hush. Can he really not see? “I left it with you. You’re the only reason it beats, anyway. But if you don’t feed me soon, I fear I may perish.”

”Drama queen.” He grins, pecking your cheeks each in turn, grateful that you’ve eased his mind and calmed his tender nerves.

The kettle begins to scream and you patter off to the table tucked into the corner, homey and quaint, to watch him work to take care of you. Soon, you’re gifted a steaming mug along with another kiss dropped atop your head. “Splash of rum and a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar. It’s 9 o’clock in the morning, you lush.”

”Trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, Jake?” You tease back, watching as he moves to finish things up at the stove, throat seizing with aching affection…he remembers how you take your tea.

”I don’t have to get you inebriated for that,” he sounds gravelly and full of himself, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. “I could fuck you however and wherever I so felt the inclination, my lovely little doll, and you would grace me with your gracious and enthusiastic appreciation.”

You bat your lashes wildly at him as he presents two plates heaped with brightly colored, expertly sautéed vegetables and fluffy, scrambled eggs like cheery, sunny clouds. A bowl of swollen, fuschia raspberries deposited between your plates like a pile of sweetened jewels steals the show. “Oh, be still my heart…you know how I enjoy it when you speak like a dictionary.”

”I know, sugar,” there’s that beaming smile of his again as he offers you a berry, lightly teasing it at your lips until you open up for him. “plenty more where that came from.”

A comfortable quiet sparks to life as you both dig in and pass the teacup back and forth. He finally breaks it, speaking up around a bite of potatoes and peppers. “I spoke to Josh this morning.”

”And how is your missing piece?” You quirk an eyebrow over the top of the cup you have now commandeered.

He leans back in his chair and settles his gaze upon you, clocking your expression closely, searching for a reaction. “Obnoxious as ever. He’s annoyed with me because I haven’t looked over the lyric revisions he sent me, and I certainly couldn’t care less if I actively tried. However, he’s very excited to see you. Cross though he might be with his dear brother.”

”Hello, Oliver,” you wink, “Let’s have Jacob back, shall we?”

You haven’t forgotten Jake’s tendency for trotting out Mr. Reed when he’s dipping a toe or two into the waters of vulnerability.

“Do you miss him?” He asks quietly, “Do you want things to be the way they were before? Because I can live with that if it means you’ll stay.” He rushes on as if he fears he may lose his nerve. “I want you to be happy, whatever it takes, I just want you to be happy.”

Fork clinking lightly against your plate as your focus zeros in on his lovely face, you lean forward and reach for his hand “Did he tell you he came to see me? After I ran into Danny that day?”

His fingers slip into your waiting palm with a soft squeeze, “He mentioned that he found you and asked you hide away until we’d gone. I’ve never wanted to hurt him as badly as I did then. Not even when we were young and stupid. Not even that night, when he forced me to let you go.”

“He was only trying to protect you, jake.” Your head tilts, watching residual pain flare to life in his eyes. “I’ve done a great many things to hurt you, it’s a wonder he doesn’t hate me for it.”

“He could never hate you, sugar. Don’t say things like that, it would break his heart to hear them.” The conviction in his words is fierce, and that makes sense…they share a life force at times, it seems.

“He did ask me to hide away, yes…” you nod, wrapping your free hand around his knuckles, warming his touch with your own, “But did he tell you anything else about our visit? Did he tell you how easy it was for us? How we caught up and laughed and looked at each other like very old friends that had been lost to each other for too many years?”

His shoulders tense as though he’s bracing for a gentle impact, but on you march, whispering to him in this unfamiliar kitchen that feels fat full of love.

”Did he tell you that it didn’t even hurt, our being in the same room with everything so fucking different? Did he know that all I could do was sit there, falling silently apart and searching for you in his eyes?”

“But you loved him.” Now it’s his turn to search your eyes, but for what you’re not sure. “I don’t want you to have to tamp that out. Not ever. You love so beautifully, sugar. I can share.”

”I did love him,” you nod. “Very much. A long time ago. I love him still. Differently. And not the way I love you. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. You don’t have to share. Not anymore.”

His grip is pulling at you now, tugging you to your feet and into his arms, creaking the worn wood of his chair beneath the weight of you both as he buries his face into your bare chest, hiding his tears in the lapels of his blazer as he weeps into your skin.

“Shh, baby,” you soothe, stroking through his hair, holding onto him as he clings to you as if you might vanish like a sigh.

His face tilts upward, lips brushing over your chin and jaw, licking and tasting you through his tears. “I love you, sugar. Sometimes I feel like all this love I have for you is just going to break me into pieces, like I can’t hold it all inside. There’s no room for it. I’m too small.”

”Jake,” you feel like you could break into pieces right alongside him as he begins tugging his jacket away from your shoulders.

He shakes his head, hushing you silently, “So, I’m going to take all this love and I’m going to give it all to you. And I’m gonna fill our house with it, press it into the walls and let it seep into the floorboards. Every nail and every window is going to feel it. The pipes and hinges. The chimney is going to breathe it into the night when we light fires in the winter. And we’re going to have babies and I’m going to love them just as much, and I can’t wait to watch you love them…”

You feel baptized in his tears and the wet, warm press of his mouth as he tattoos beautiful promises into your flesh. How could you ever have believed that you wanted anything other than this?

“I’m going to exist for you every single day, sugar…” a sob escapes him, though he tries so hard to bite it back, “I already do…I always have.”

“I know, baby…it’s okay,” you’re kissing adoration into his hair, combing your fingers through the tangles, coddling him and cooing the softest endearments, desperate to mollify his soul, fraught to offer him peace. “Please don’t cry, jakey. You know I can’t stand it.”

Hearing his own words lilting off of your tongue, he pauses and gazes up into your eyes like he sees everything he’ll ever need in them, “When I said that to you, I wanted to disappear. I wanted to be…gone. I didn’t want to live in a world where you wore his ring on your finger with tears in your eyes. Will you miss him?”

Should you lie? Perhaps. But wouldn’t he see the untruths lying bare? Wouldn’t that hurt even worse? Your deception?

“Yes,” you nod, petting him as he presses in closer, “he was kind to me, and sweet. He made me laugh. He made me half-way happy enough to pretend. I’ll miss him sometimes…but never enough to look back and regret chasing after you.”

“I’m glad he was kind to you,” he whispers, kissing a drunken, winding path across the tops of your breasts, “you deserve kind. He loved you, I could see that. I didn’t want to, but I could. And maybe I hated that, but I would have hated the alternative so much more. I’m sure he loves you still.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you laugh softly, “he wasn’t very pleased with me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, sugar,” he stares up at you with eyes laced heavily in adulation, “you don’t leave a man alone so easily. You linger and overstay your welcome in the worst way. Learn to leave a room, sweetheart.”

He has pulled another laugh out of you, louder and bell like this time…it twists his heart with heated, pulsing adoration.

”Jake,” you pause, waiting for him to give you his honey brown eyes, “You were right when you said none of it matters. This matters.” Your palm finds your heartbeat for a moment, and then his own.

”I know, my love…” tears skate along his lash line like blissful, shimmering quartz, “I know.”

~

His mouth is at your throat, gentle hand splaying out across your abdomen, holding you down against the cool, polished wood of the table.

Fingers playing at your lips, he breaks a raspberry apart between his fingers before sweeping it over your waiting tongue. “You’re so beautiful, sugar. Aren’t you? Aren’t you my pretty, pretty girl?”

His shirt has landed on the tile, forgotten and worthless to this task at shaking hand.

“Yes,” nails digging into his shoulders to remind him of where you’ve been, of where your touch belongs, you nod fervently beneath his kiss, “I’m your pretty girl, Jakey. I’m your girl.”

Lips beginning a path up your cheek to your temple, he hums euphorically and grasps at your ankles, tugging gingerly until your heels are resting on the table. “Will you show me?” His voice is silken and inquisitive, tongue fluttering over your earlobe to bring chills to life inside you. “Hmm? Will you show me how pretty you are for me?”

”Anything,” you pant, arching away from the table, desperate to be closer to him as he pulls back.

You watch on, body throbbing and screaming for him while he pops a raspberry into his mouth and settles back into his chair, legs spread wide, hands fisted into flexing balls at his knees, “Touch yourself for me, sugar. Rub your sweet little clit, nice and slow, just for me.”

Maybe you’d like to say your body protests, maybe you ought to say that you shy away, maybe if you weren’t so indescribably in love with him you’d do both of those things, but as it stands….

….as it stands, you give him what he’s asked for without thought. There isn’t a breath of hesitation. You simply roll two fingers over your tongue, reach down between your thighs, and begin.

The hushed moan that tumbles off the tip of your tongue tugs a sigh from his lungs that sets you further on fire. He sounds so beautiful, so wholly under a spell that you can’t fathom having the ability to cast over this deity of a man.

“There’s my good girl,” he is so quiet, you’d scarcely hear him were your focus not so completely honed in on jake jake jake, “Does that feel good, little girl? Is my sugar making that pretty pink pussy feel just so nice?”

He is an obscene angel staring you down with snarled hair and wicked sin in his wild eyes.

A trembling sound is all you’re able to manage as your touch dips inside yourself to draw slick back up to your clit.

”Yeah?” he tilts his head, watching you reverently, “It looks like it does. You’re dripping all over the table. I want to lick it up.”

“Please,” your fingers circle faster, but something is missing. He, close though he might be, is missing.

”Please, what?” He sounds as needy and hungry as you feel. “Tell me what you want me to do to you and I’ll do it, baby. Whatever you want…I’ll fucking do it.”

”Your mouth,” your legs spread wider until your hips protest, and then you spread a little wider in offering. “I’d like to have your mouth please, Jakey. Please. lick me, please, please.”

A groan rumbles out of his chest like pained thunder as he wraps his arms around your thighs, tugging you in and burying his mouth exactly where you’ve so politely begged for it. Another anguished sound pushes from his lungs as he drinks down his first mouthful of you.

The tip of his tongue teases over your shivering clit, and then slinks down to dip inside you, and then down farther still to lap against that heavenly little spot where it shouldn’t be.

He hums against you while you whine and yank at his hair, pulling his kiss in closer as your hips lift away from the wood you’re making such a mess of.

“Fuck,” your fingers lace through his hair perhaps just a bit too tightly, but a quiet grunt signals his appreciation, “right there.”

“I know where you like my mouth every now and then, sugar,” his words are hot against you as his thumb slides, warm and thick, inside your cunt “Dirty girl.”

Watching you shy away so endearingly squeezes at his chest. You have always given yourself to him so completely. You have always been his girl. His mouth has known every breathtaking inch of your body in a hundred different lifetimes. His heart has known your heart in a thousand more.

Your fingers search out your clit, neglected and crying out for attention, completing that lovely trifecta as you rock your hips, fucking his face without shame.

He is yours and you will take him.

Your belly is burning, white hot and tight, coiling and churning as your body begins to tremble and flush.

“Gonna cum…” A complete sentence seems an impossible task “I— oh, please, please, please,”

His fingers replace his thumb with a feral growl low in his throat, tucking up in behind your clit as you watch his arm begin to move rhythmically below the table.

”Don’t cum,” you order through whimpers and whines that sound anything but authoritative. How difficult it proves to be to be bossy when his tongue is warm and wet where you shouldn’t adore it so damn much.

”I won’t,” his promise is beautifully muffled. “But I want you to do it. Cum for me, fuck doll…give it up pretty.”

You tighten deliciously around his searching tongue and delving fingers as it crawls through you like sinking into a warm bath that swirls with glittering, lilac goldfish. They kiss your skin soft as monarch wings; strange, swimming beings in the waters that are Jacob. It is lovely, though given the filth that has ushered you into this state, maybe that makes no sense.

He works you carefully until your breathing begins to stutter and gasp uncomfortably, and then there is his striking and stunning face - cheeks blazing with desire - kissing and licking up your body as you squirm languidly.

“Was that good, baby?” His teeth are dragging against the swell of your breast now, igniting a fire within you anew.

Jacob, always so cocksure and confident, sounds famished for your approval. How strange.

You hand it over willingly and honestly, on a silver platter of affection, “So, good, Jakey…I love you so much.”

“You taste like fucking candy everywhere,” his praise is little more than a whispered murmur as he buries into the crook of your neck, “I want you in my mouth and under my fingertips forever, for fucking always.”

The tip of his cock, full and hot like velvet, sweeps across your entrance, teasing inside just a breath before pulling back and then nudging in all over again.

“Put it in,” your fingers are clawing lazily at his hips, silently trying to guide him into action, “Fuck Jake, please baby, just slip it inside and—“

He grinds his hips forward, cutting you off, filling you up, pulsing and slick and hot and…

”My girl,” his words are humid at your throat as he whimpers through a physical shudder. “My sugar, my love. That’s my baby, that’s it…taking it so well. You feel so fucking good.”

His wandering fingers find and sweep over your clit with a glide as sweet as satin, and it has you clenching down around him so wildly his eyes snap shut with a furrowed brow, mouth hanging open in a silent moan.

Buried to the hilt now, those eyes lull open to stare down where your bodies connect. “Looks so pretty stretched around my cock. How’d this little cunt ever get so beautiful?”

Your cheek turns to meet the cool of the oak you're draped across, embarrassed in the most blissful way, but he is positively weak for the way his words cause your thighs to tighten around his waist.

His name begins to burn out of your lungs, smoking into the sun-soaked kitchen like a prayer.

”That’s it,” he sounds faraway, like he’s crooning to you from across the room, “My name, sugar…always my name.”

And then, there is his thumb, soaked in your need and brushing against that spot just below where his cock is dragging in and out of your cunt.

A wanton cry for more bleeds out of you, bringing forth another knit of his brow as he sinks inside you to follow the deep thrust of his cock, “‘Oh my’, right sugar? Isn’t that how my fuck doll reacts? All sweet like a lady, to being filled up so full?”

His loving, mocking tone snatches you back full circle to that very first night with him that seems so long ago…he has been all you’ve ever wanted, ever since. He is all you will ever want.

He is every direction, the night and the day, every song ever written…every poem ever wept onto pages, every star that will light the skyline tonight and all the ones that came before. He is every beat of your pulse, every breath in your lungs - and when you breathe your last, it will be his name on your lips.

White explodes behind your eyes as fireworks detonate down deep inside you, sparkling a crackling-like frenetic energy throughout your nervous system until you are tightened up and writhing with it…cumming so hard, so fucking hard, that you nearly force his beautiful cock right out of your body.

He follows your lead and pulls away, tugging at himself violently as you shower down over him like the filthiest, most exquisite drops of summer-of-love rain.

“Oh fuck, sugar, please,” he’s whining as his release lands hot and frantic against your quivering stomach, but for what, neither of you know.

You’re lost in his faraway expression, watching him fight for a deep breath as you search for your own composure when your fingers sweep through a milky ribbon painted across your navel…you want to taste him, but his grip is wrapped firmly around your wrist in an instant, with your fingers nestled against his cashmere tongue.

“I’ll clean my pretty girl up myself, if she doesn’t mind.” His mouth brushes soothingly at your hip just before he begins licking up his own release, eyes cast upwards to your own as you shake, stunned and blissfully shellshocked.

At last, you find your voice as his bubblegum pink tongue curls over the last drop, “You taste good, don’t you, Jakey?”

“Not as good as you, sugar,” His mouth is on yours now, kissing far too sweetly for what you know him to be capable of. “not even close.”

“Shower?” He pops another raspberry into your mouth and then nuzzles against your nose.

”Bath.” You correct, nearly melting into the table beneath his love.

~

A sponge, fresh out of its package and now smothered in body wash, drags across your chest as his chest rests against your back.

”We leave tonight?’ Your voice sounds unfamiliar…too content, too relaxed. It’s been such a long time since you’ve sounded this way. Since you’ve been so completely happy.

”I wish we could stay longer,” he kisses at your drenched, now squeaky clean hair, “just you and me.”

”Me too,” you sigh, settling back into his embrace even more, “but I’m also excited to see those idiots you call brothers. Especially the baby.”

”He’s missed you.” More kisses to clutch at your already stolen heart. “Nothing was the same without you, sugar. Time to come home.”

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[katelynnwrites]

Little Liebe's Family II | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: ~

word count: 1077

summary: you change Tante Syd's name

a/n: part of Sydney's Little Liebe, celebratory two fics in a day cause germany is going to the olympics 🥳

Tante Syd is brushing her teeth when you appear by the door and hover as you wait for her to finish.

‘Little Liebe?’ She questions worriedly as soon as she’s done.

It’s odd for you to be standing in her bedroom, you’re usually tucked into your own bed by now.

‘Can you read me a bedtime story?’ You ask.

Your Tante is confused but slowly says, ‘Okay…’

You haven’t had a bedtime story in a while, deciding it to be only for babies. No matter how much Momma and Tante Syd had tried to convince you otherwise, you were stubborn and adamant about your decision.

But you really really want one today because you think it will make the weird feeling in your tummy go away.

Tante Syd holds out her hand and you grip onto it tightly as she walks you back to your bedroom.

‘Which book would you like?’

You like Tante Syd’s voice. It calms you down and Momma told you that when you were very little, Tante used to sing you a lullaby when she rocked you to sleep.

You don’t need her to sing to you today, especially because Tante Laura from the Country Club says that Tante Syd can’t sing but you do need her to read you your favourite book so you point to it.

It’s not been read for a while so it’s been sitting on your bookshelf instead of your bedside table where it used to sit.

’Do you want me to sit in your bed beside you?’ She prompts gently after picking the book up and you nod.

You squeeze her hand tightly as she does so and Tante kisses the top of your head.

She opens the book and reads, ‘I love our time together as we start each happy day.’

‘I love our bathtime silliness. The way we splash and play.’

‘With my yellow duck!’

Tante Syd chuckles softly, ‘I love to lift you way up high so you feel really tall!’

You giggle, ‘I love it too. I like being taller than Tante Mala.’

Tante Mala is the tallest person you know and you feel like such a big girl when you can see the top of her head.

You have a lot of fun when Tante Syd puts you on her shoulders.

Your Tante turns the page, reading aloud, ‘We’ll climb the highest mountaintops. Hold tight and you won’t fall.’

In your book, it shows a baby bear and a mummy bear. They climb mountains together and you want to do that too.

‘Tante am I big enough to go climb mountains with you and Momma yet?’

She’s been promising that you could since you first started reading this book together and because you haven’t read it for a while, you thought that maybe you’ve grown big enough to go.

Your Tante laughs, ‘Soon Little Liebe. We can go hiking with your Momma real soon okay? You’ve just got to grow a bit bigger so make sure to eat all your veggies.’

‘Okay.’ You nod furiously.

Tante Syd grins. You ask every time the storybook is read to you so she’s not surprised you’ve asked again.

‘You’ll hold my hand tight when we go right?’ You whisper as an afterthought.

When you were littler, you didn’t think about that and now you worry a bit about it. Falling off a mountain sounds like it will give you an ouchie.

Like the one you have on your knee from tripping because you ran too fast on the pitch.

‘Of course Little Liebe. Your Momma will hold one hand and I will hold your other hand so you will be safe.’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise.’

Tante gives you a pinky promise so you know she’s being serious.

‘I’ll get bigger soon. Then we can go.’ You decide, making Tante Syd chuckle.

Unbeknown to you, your Momma and her already have a hiking trip planned for you. You’ve been big enough for a while.

Tante’s voice is very soft and very affectionate when she reads, ‘I love to share the magic of the shining skies above and think of all the different ways that we can show our love.’

‘Like when we’re touching noses.’

Your Tante Syd bumps her nose off yours and you dissolve into a fit of giggles, ‘You’re silly Tante.’

‘Playing chase or seeing friends. Our love is always with us and it never, ever ends. So snuggle safely in my arms, our day is nearly done.’

Tante doesn’t even have to ask or hold her arms out because you cuddle right up to her.

She hugs you tightly, murmuring the last line of the book, ‘I love you to the moon and stars, my precious little one.’

‘I love you too. To the moon and stars.’

‘Which is a lot because they are very far away.’ You add insistently.

‘I know Little Liebe. I love you lots too.’

You wiggle under your blanket.

‘Tante?’

‘What is it?’

‘Can I call you Mama?’

Your Tante goes very still and quiet next to you. Her breathing sounds funny for a moment and she hugs you even more tightly.

‘If you want to, Little Liebe.’

You relax as the weird feeling in your tummy disappears.

‘That’s good because I want to. My teacher at school says that I have two mummies because you and Momma are getting married. So you can’t be Tante anymore.’

‘I’d love to be your Mama.’

You grin, kissing her cheek and your Mama’s eyes are very shiny when she kisses your cheek back.

‘Have sweet dreams meine Little Liebe.’

She tucks you into your fluffy blanket properly and checks under your bed to make sure there aren’t any monsters hiding there.

‘No monsters?’

‘No monsters.’ She confirms.

Yawning, you mumble, ‘Goodnight Mama Syd.’

‘Goodnight Little Liebe.’

She’s left your night light on so you aren’t afraid when she leaves your bedroom.

You’re already falling asleep so you don’t know that she bursts into tears as soon as she’s outside.

You don’t know that Momma comes out from finishing up the dishes in the kitchen to find her crying.

You don’t know that she anxiously asks your Mama Syd what is wrong, only for her to shakily say, ‘Nothing’s wrong. Everything is perfect because Little Liebe just called me Mama.’

You don’t know any of that but you do know that you are so very very loved. By both your Momma and Mama.

German Translations:

meine Little Liebe - my little love

tante - aunty

[michimonie]

Duckula the 18th, a vegetarian, just casually has the ability to turn the people of the world into veggies. I love the fact that he clearly has the ability to cause a lot of trouble, but he's still just a silly dude. (Disregarding the entire episode where he literally changes the world in his image, lol)

(Danger Mouse 2015, "From Duck to Dawn")

[vidavalor]

This is really random but do you think that Crowley has snake feet like in the book?

Hi there. 💕 Cheers for the ask and snacks today are veggies and guacamole. *shifts the plate your way*

I'm probably about to get raked over the coals by some people for this opinion 😂 but here goes... Crowley doesn't actually have snake feet in the book. *ducks hard* I mean, he's magical and can change his corporation and anyone can always fanon what they want but if you're asking if I think that's what I think was said in the book, I'm going to pretty emphatically say no.

It's a pun-- a joke on how Crowley is a snake/humanoid being with a fondness for wearing boots with a design that the humans refer to and have modeled off of snakeskin patterns. That whole descriptive paragraph about Crowley is full of snake-related puns, like Slough, and uses snake-like figurative language to describe Crowley in his human form ("tendency to hiss"; "doesn't blink much", "weird things with his tongue", etc..). The humor in "presumably he's wearing shoes" is just playing with the fact that the shoes Crowley was wearing on his very human feet in that scene (and in many others) are designed in the style of a snake, which he also can be in another form. It's the same sort of humor as his snake belt is in the series.

It's a joke that I think some people might be taking a little too literally but it's not terribly important. The snake feet thing is kind of funny and it's silly and harmless. Since your ask was framed like a question about Crowley's feet in the tv series, there's actually an answer, at least in one time period. It gets overlooked a bit but they showed us Crowley's bare, human feet in the last shot in Eden:

I will say that there is another question related to feet, though, that I don't think has as definitive an answer:

Did the angels have feet before there was an Earth for them to walk?

Because the way they shot Before the Beginning makes that a bit of an open question...

[agere-fics]

🍄 you're a little in the revenge of the sith era 🍄

caregiver!obi wan, babysitters!padmé and anakin (sfw agere)

my family and i are getting evicted, help us afford housing ��️ ko-fi

you like to help him take care of his boo boos. bandaids and kisses on smaller boo boos. Nurse Little One when there's bigger boo boos

obi wan is so cuddly and sweet here, just completely all over you and obsessed with you. can't wait for jedi council meetings to end, observation trips, reports, literally anything. he's learned from anakin (although secretly) that having someone to come home to can be wonderful.

if you're an older kiddo, he loves showing you how to do some saber tricks with padawn training lightsabers. he always praises you and gently guides you to the right positions and posture.

you love to do his hair A LOT. clips in his beard, clips on his head, glitter literally everywhere. it's a good way for him to bond with you when he needs to rest.

you don't see anakin and padmé a lot but when you do, it's always soooo much fun!!

padmé loves to take you on nature walks, do your hair or dress you, take you swimming.

you and padmé love to feed the ducks fruits and veggies! you love pointing to them and shouting "duck! ducks!"

she'll ask you what colors they are, what sounds they make, and has you draw a pretty picture of the duckies you saw to give to obi wan!!

anakin absolutely loves rough housing with you, you're always safe and protected though, don't worry

you'll do fake lightsaber battles with anakin and he lets you win ajfhs

and when obi wan comes back, you immediately jump in his arms!! everyone else is forgotten, cause your cg is here!!

anakin and obi wan will hold your hands and swing you as you walk akdhs

obi wan let you pilot an aircraft once, once... never again akdjs

sometimes when everyone's together, there's lots of talk of war and politics and sometimes it means arguments. you hate them, it makes you cry. obi wan tries to shield you from it the best he can.

when all the bad stuff begins to happen, obi wan tells you everything in the most appropriate way he can. he tried his best to be reassuring and soft but a lot of raw emotions got in the way

obi wan keeps you away from the city. no matter your protests, he vows to keep you safe.

when he comes back, you become Nurse Kiddo again, tending to his wounds, giving forehead kisses cause obi is so sad :(

he tries to push you away but you don't take it one bit!! when yoda tells you obi wan's going to tatooine you immediately decide you're going, too.

you give forehead kisses and soft hugs to the babies, the twins, luke and leia.

on the trip to tatooine, you hold luke the whole way. everything else is so sad but luke is so silly and adorable! he helps a lot.

you both grieve and miss padmé and anakin. but luckily since you're together, it's not so bad.

[rudecurator]

Arbitrarily Assigning Webkinz To Homestuck Characters Part One: Beta Kids

picks of one they'd like plus how they'd play because they were in that era god damn it. pets all limited to pre-april 2009 release for realism

John Egbert

Probably wouldn't have played even as a kid (and later finds it childish) but would be easily swayed by Jade, who absolutely does. It is probably the only game she's willing to play with him so he conceded and made a free account and picked the Mutt. He was content with that but Jade probably sends him a Cotton Candy Bunny (below) and he's endeared. You know in your heart exactly what he names it. Doesn't check it almost at all without her influence so Dr. Quack has probably made a fortune off him. Makes the most bland, default ass rooms, like super generic kitchen and shit. His two pet rooms are done in Movie Magic and Kids (the boring original one, this is the 2000s)

Rose Lalonde

This is a real player. She was an OG, she probably fuckin remembers leaf leaf. She played religiously as a kid and still checks it reasonably often as sort of a guilty pleasure. Her rooms were all overdesigned as hell. She had a lot of pets but her pride and joy was a black cat (below) which she either named Jaspers or something really pretentious. They all sit politely on a shelf somewhere to this day. She was probably the kind of kid to max out all the academy classes and she would've been really mad when they added more levels.

Dave Strider

Another victim of Jade's puppy dog eyes. He plays mostly with her and lets her win at Duck Crossing. He says he plays ironically but if he had a couple years of therapy and, let's face it also a different place to live, he'd finally admit that he thinks it's really sweet. Had a free account forever but Rose would send him a dubiously acquired code for the crocodile (below) but not the plush and he pretends hes not fucking delighted. All of his rooms look absolutely terrible. Every single item is from a different theme. He has a small dark room full of 30 bunny clowns.

Jade Harley

Webkinz' strongest warrior. She'd eat that shit up. She has a metric shit ton of pets but her bestie silly ever is a samoyed (below) that she probably named after Bec. She spends a lot of time in the arcade and is somehow GOOD at tulip trouble (impossible task). She loved to get the little party packs and host parties to invite all her friends to and because this was before the room engine update they actually worked well. Would have really liked kinztube. She MASTERED the infuriating early garden system and her pets all have a strict diet of nice farm fresh veggies.

alpha kids and beta trolls coming one day

[wndaswife]

nothin' much just showing u some of Lizzie's mommiest picture <3

this whole photoshoot is sk mommy im- *explodes*

also i love u and adore u. k bye~🩷

these literally are lizzie’s mommiest pics that’s factual

imagine ducking under her arms while she’s washing the dishes so you can get cuddles from her <333 and while she’s cooking and cutting up veggies and she smells so good and she tells you how silly and tiny u are

i love u too 🌷💘🩷⭐️⭐️🫶🏼🫶🏼🌤️💞

[rg-bugs]

Peonies and overcooked pasta

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Notes: This is my first fanfic and I've spent THREE DAYS making it (roughly 15h of just writing and breaks) does it usually take that long to make something like this? And I wanted this to be a 300 to 500 words long but jokes on me!

Franklin x reader

Word count: 1188

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It's a nice afternoon you are cooking at the stove and Franklin is outside enjoying his gardening hobby. He enjoys growing pretty flowers and veggies and herbs for your cooking. He always enjoys the food you make no matter what, because it's you who has made it. As you are in your own little world adding chopped bay leaves to the tomato sauce with meatballs. The sauce was more or less done at this point but the pasta you didn't know. You got a fork from the drawer next to you and fished out a piece from the pot. It was still a bit undercooked, so let it continue cooking. you moved the pan with the meatballs to the side turning away from the kitchen opening.

´´Do we have any good vases to put these in?´´ You jump and let out a small yelp at the sudden voice behind you, almost knocking the pan off the counter top. You swiftly turn around to face Franklin. He's holding a pink bouquet in his hand. It looks tiny in his hand compared to his big stature. His face looks mild but a bit worried that he scared you. You take a deep breath ´´how long have you been standing there?´´ You say nonchalantly as you turn around to face him.´´ Not long and I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean to´´ he said in a clear but he was tense in his body. You turn back around to reach for one of the cupboards to get a vase for him.

´´I know that silly, I just didn't hear you entering the house, I guess that I was in too deep of my own thoughts, but I digress ́ ́ you are genuinely curious, because you should've heard at least the creaking in the floorboards from his footsteps. ´´Does this vase work?´´ you took down a clear glass vase from the middle shelf, and turned towards him so he could see it clearly (pun intended). He has a warm smile and he is more relaxed in his shoulders ´´ yes that one will do perfectly´´ you close the cupboard and he watches your motions. You go to the sink to fill it with water. He moves into the kitchen rather swiftly and leans over your shoulder and gives you a peck on the cheek and watches the container fill with water. You look at the bundle of pink flowers to your left.

´´So what kind of flowers have you picked there?´´ he pauses for a bit and changes his focus to you ´´peonies, there from the garden´´ he said with pride over that he was the one that grew them. ´´There from behind the bush, you couldn't really see them. so i picked them, for you ́ ́ he said in a cheerful tone. You feel your stomach bubble in joy that he picked these for you ´´Thank you Franklin these are very beautiful, you really know how to garden´´. You turn off the faucet and place the vase on the counter next to the still very warm tomato sauce. you start hearing a hissing noise from the stove top ´´oh i forgot about the pasta´´ you duck under Franklin's arm and turn off the stove. You get the fork you used before and try a bit of pasta. Just as you suspected, it's overcooked due to your ignorance. You let out a heavy sigh ´´ the pasta is overcooked, welp there's nothing i can do about it so i hope you don't mind ́ ́ you rub the back of your neck slightly.

´Thudd´ you turn around to see where the noise came from, and Franklin is just standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights next to the table. He had pleased the vase with the flowers in it in the middle of the dining table. ´´No i don't mind and I'll help you set the table if the food is done´´ he seems very pleased with himself. You go to strain the pasta over the sink as he gets plaits and utensils, as he holds the plaits in one hand he bends down to smell the meatballs covered with tomato sauce you've made. You turn your head to look at him and he has the sweetest smile and then he turns around to continue doing what he was previously doing. As you watch him your hand slips and you drop the pot into the sink. On one hand luckily you didn't spill out any of the pasta but on the other hand you burnt your hand. You bite down and pull in air through your teeth making a hissing sound. Franklin turns around in a haste and asks if you are okay. ´´yeah, yeah i’m fine i just burnt my hand. But I'm fine!´´ You said that last part a bit too quickly for his comfort. He turns away and gets an ice packet from the freezer and covers it with the hand towel under the sink.´´here this will help with the burn´´ he also urges you to sit down and he will take care of the rest for you. you catch him glaring at the pot and him muttering under his breath, that he wants to beat up the pot for hurting you. You let out a small chuckle. He turns his head to face you. ´´You have to be more careful when cooking´´, he says while draining the pasta. He walks over to the table and places the pot with pasta on it and turns around to get the pan to do the same with it. ´´Well you are a bit of a distraction with that cute face, but i always appreciate your company´´ he chuckles a bit and gives you a smile. ´´Is your hand feeling better?´´ he looks down at the ice packet you're holding. ´´Yeah, it's feeling a lot better´´ you lift the packet and turn your hand to inspect it and it looks perfectly fine, except for a bit of redness. You wiggle your fingers to demonstrate that it doesn't hurt any more. ´´Good seems to be no severe burns on your hand´´. You place the packet on the table and he yoinks it and puts it back in the freezer and the towel under the sink.

´´Shall we start to eat?´´ Franklin says, moving towards his seat. ´´Yes, im starving! Let's dig in!´´ you say with a smile, he does the same and nods. He sat down opposite to you to enjoy this meal with you. He takes his first bite and he loves it. You start eating yourself, you drift into your thoughts and stare at the peonies and think ́We have peonies and overcooked pasta. This is a wonderful way to spend an afternoon ́ your eyes look a bit behind to see Franklin looking at you with a sweet smile. ́ ́I didn't have the chance to say this before because the pot when boiling over, but I think you are more lovely than the peonies´´.

[noxexistant]

I Need

Emotional support blorbo things

Please

[plonks blankie on top of you]

modern au:

mike is absolutely intent on sharing his snacks with morris after the Sour Skittles Incident (which morris is still upset about, worrying mike is mad because morris inadvertently made him upset with his candy, whereas mike has already totally forgotten about his meltdown and is just thinking about Sharing Snacks With Friend). he is distraught when he finds out morris has never tried appysauce, but delighted when he finds out that morris also pronounces it that precise way - though mike does it to be silly, morris just genuinely can’t say it “properly”.

so, next time they see each other, mike and ike bring all their favourites. mike’s specific brand of applesauce, lots of fresh fruit and veggies that medda cut up for them - and mike brings portuguese candy too, sour stuff like morris likes. morris immediately falls in love with it. he’s a little iffy on the applesauce, and won’t eat most of the actual vegetables (he wants his veggie straws) but he loves sharing the fruit with ike. oscar tells morris he’s super proud of him for trying some new stuff, and even eats one of the sour candies that morris shares with him (he hates it. he doesn’t tell anyone that though, especially not mike and morris.)

morris also ducks his head and presents mike and ike each with a page from his space colouring book that they got for him, which he coloured in for them. mike Loses His Mind with excitement. ike beams and tells morris he loves the colours (lots of pink)

canon era:

oscar starts trying to teach morris to write with his crayons from mike, and spare papes. having him trace the letters of the headline in shaky, colourful lines. it doesn’t really work, and morris still can’t string letters together to write anything more than his name, but it’s something to do, and oscar still tells him he’s doing a good job. morris scrawls out his name independently on one of the blank spots, and oscar ruffles his hair hard and grins at him. “you did it! told you you could! see, what the hell does pa know? you jus’ keep provin’ ‘im wrong!”

[nancypullen]

Fabulous Friday

Today was a fantastic day.  My sister came to town. We have so much fun together, we laugh ourselves silly, and we just get each other.  Gosh, that’s good for my soul.  We tried to take selfie.

Our hair is telling you that it was a rainy day.  The McGlaughn girl hair is more reliable than doppler radar.  My Twinkie colored hair (half yellow, half white) is the bane of my existence, but I’m determined to see it through. I’m a granny, don’t judge me.  Look at my lovely sister. She’s always had flawless skin, ringlets, and an adventurous soul.  She’s what you’d call a once-in-a-lifetime woman. Unsinkable. Anywayyyy, today has apparently been all about FOOD.  I feel like I never want to eat again.  We had lunch at Earth Tones Cafe and gobbled up their Chesapeake Artichoke Bagel. It’s an open-faced toasted bagel topped with a mixture of artichoke hearts, spinach, cream cheese, mozzarella, parm, red pepper flakes, and Old Bay seasoning.  Holy Cow.  Earth Tones is a vegan cafe but this did not feel like a healthy choice....delicious, yes, but probably not on the American Heart Associations recommended list.  We made a couple of stops around town and our final stop was Craft Bakery because Mickey had asked me to bring him one of their maple-vanilla lattes.  Well, who goes into a bakery and just buys coffee? Not this girl. Two toffee bars, two blackout cookies, and one brown sugar and cinnamon pop-tart later, we left.  I tell myself that I only buy baked goods as decor.  I love having a few things under this cake dome, just because it’s pretty.

That doesn’t explain why there’s a blackout cookie missing.  I won’t touch the toffee bars or the pop-tart but those deep chocolate cookies with a sprinkle of sea salt....they call to me. I wish she’d stop making  them.  My thighs can’t take it.   That said, my thighs walked me right up the steps to the Culinary Arts  Center to collect the bowl I painted a couple of weeks ago.  I’d participated in a fundraiser by paying to paint a bowl, and part of the price included a container of soup from Shore Gourmet when I picked up my bowl.  The bowls had been fired and I ran by to get mine.  My bowl turned out okay (I didn’t have enough time!) but I’m very pleased with the soup I chose.  Perfect for these chilly, wet days.

YUM! After the tasty lunch and that chocolate cookie, I figured I’d better make a veggie heavy dinner.  Taco bowls with cauliflower rice!  My stovetop was busy. Black beans simmered with onion, salt, cumin, a couple splashes of hot sauce, and a little water, cauliflower rice in a skillet sautéing with a sprinkle of salt and a blast of chili powder (fresh cilantro would is perfect in this, but I didn’t have any handy), and another skillet with lean ground turkey seasoned with all the taco spices.

Add some veggies and it’s a tasty bowl!

This is one of my favorite quick dinners - full of flavor and checks most boxes for a healthy dinner meal.  Bonus, there’s usually enough left for lunch. Thankfully, tomorrow morning we’re scheduled for a guided hike (more of a walk) at the arboretum. Always informational, but mostly I need to log some steps (and eat some salads).  I’m hoping that all of the laughing today counts as an ab workout.  If only.  If that counted as a workout I’d be thin as a rail with washboard abs.  I laugh a lot but those blackout cookies don’t care. That’s it, my wonderful Friday - time with my sister and too much food. I’m a lucky duck.  I hope that your Friday has been good for your soul.  If not, I hope the weekend fills the gap.  If all else fails, eat a cookie. Sending out some love tonight. Take what you need.

Stay safe, stay well.

Nancy  

[commonpigeon]

Omg you’re from Glasgow? I didn’t know you were Scottish!! I’m from Scotland and I’m going to gsa next year!! Any tips or anything for living in Glasgow?

im actually english but i came here for uni and never left :-) i absolutely love glasgow and i hope youll love it too!!

um tips for glasgow... check out the womens library its a really nice space, pollok country park has highland cows and a lovely little duck island as well as the burrell collection which is worth checking out. tchaiovna is a lovely little spot for tea and veggie food :-) sorry not really tips just recommendations lol

my only advice is sometimes its worth living a bit further out to get cheaper rent... i paid silly money for my first flat bc it was in the westend but it was a shit hole... there's loads of nice places in the southside for cheaper :-) also highly recommend partick bc it has a train station/subway station/bus station in one location so its dead easy to get to central

[pim-lover]

🍓- I think Pim would have thrived in a teaching environment! Maybe an elementary teacher. I equally think a child therapist would be a good job for him

🍒 - We have actually spent a full day, given the area we’re in there’s a decent amount to do and he usually wants to go out rather than stay in. So usually we go downtown, look at murals, feed ducks, go shopping, or visit public gardens!

🍎 - he’s booooring and likes water most.

🍉 - He’s an atheist but I think he grew up religious. He’s pretty comfortable around religion and spirituality.

🍑 - Pim’s a lot more comfortable giving gifts. He gets super flustered when he’s receiving a gift. He does love it he’s just not used to it poor guy. He probably prefers receiving small gifts like sweets or smth rather than big grand gifts.

🍊- peel it immediately, no questions asked.

🥭 - he has a plush puppy that’s weighted he’s had since he was a tadpole and a few decorative ones like a Gwimbly from his fav game growing up, a lion, and a few others. The favorite has to be the puppy.

🍍 - family that had more attention on his, less chaos growing up

🍌 - We specifically both ban the Big Light™️, it’s overstimulating and we’re both autistic. They prefer softer warm lighting but 9/10 times he’ll want natural light.

🍋 - His anxiety and ability to see when someone just isn’t working.

🍋‍🟩 - oh 100%. He takes theater traditions especially hard. Wouldn’t find him breaking mirrors, saying the M-word in a theater, doesn’t say good luck to actors, that sort of things.

🍈 - well he does believe in destiny. /ref

🍏 - I think he always knew he was queer in some way (he’s bi and genderfluid in my hc) but his family does not look like the kind to be super accepting. Probably had some sort of crush on an actor, panicked because that’s not a woman, and ultimately looked up “I’m a boy but I have a crush on a boy.” Then down the “Am I Gay”? Quotev pipeline.

🍐 - Pim definitely fidgets, he’ll do little hand tricks with what he’s holding. He’ll click pens and undo paperclips and just generally mess with things. Doesn’t like sitting still.

🥝 - nobody should trust me to do their make up. I think Pim has a bit of a baby face going but does get a bit anxious with aging or stress lines, so maybe a little bit of covering. But not a lot.

🫒 - oh he LOVES hugs. Huge on physical touch. He’s not even 4 feet tall so he also loves receiving hugs and cuddles. The only thing is he doesn’t like being picked up too suddenly or by ppl he doesn’t know (very easy to manhandle him and he doesn’t appreciate it)

🫐 - I think he’s a poet, def a right brained person tho.

🍇 - making out. Passionately.

🥥 - Pim probably wants to get into more artistically inclined areas. He current likes reading or doodling in notes and such, not a lot of time to do much else though. He is also super musical. He has a keyboard he likes to make silly little songs and jingles to.

🍅 - I don’t know!!! I don’t like a lot of gifts, so he struggles. He did get me this cool Los campesinos shirt the other day tho

🌶️ - I don’t think he drinks when he’s sick but a bowl of soup and cozy blanket seems to do the trick for him.

🫚 - he doesn’t like a lot of greasy or unhealthy foods but there’s not much he will not under any circumstances not eat.

🥕 - Little Pim probably said he hated veggies but as an adult he loves them.

🧅 - anything emotional. Movies, books, shows, songs, just about anything can make him cry and he loves that. He’s a very emotional guy and super in touch with his sensitivity

🌽 - His fav animal is probably cats. Quiet yet affectionate. He’s definitely scared of most wild animals (lions, tigers, bears, I don’t think he’s scared of snakes or bugs though. Oh and koalas and kangaroos. Fuck those guys. They’re so scary…)

🥦 - he cannot stand ppl chewing with their mouth open. Being manhandled too he especially hates or undermined because he’s an optimist and a little naive.

🥒 - I think he’s got claustrophobia. It just makes sense in my big beautiful brain.

🥬 - He names his inanimate objects and greets them or apologizes if he bumps into them. Also refuses to sit elsewhere, he has “his seat” on a couch. If someone takes it he won’t complain but he will be a little disappointed.

🫛 - oh he loves them. Pet names are one of his favorite things in a relationship. He mostly says things like “love”, “hun”, “dear”, “sweetie” but usually doesn’t do pet names like “bunny”, “darling”. Babe is a rare one

🫑 - Pim is very casual about death, he’s definitely seen some shit and doesn’t seem to really react. If it’s someone he’s so much as aquatinted with or it’s a sad story he will cry but generally he’s very empathetic yet jaded. He wants to travel the world and get married and have a kid before he dies.

🥑 - he’s REALLY into games from the 80s. Like super into it. He’d run a whole YouTube channel about it. Plus I think he’s also a sports fan just not very open about it. But MASSIVE sports fan.

🍠 - I think he reads or daydreams when he’s bored

🍆 - He loves the scent of coffee or vanilla. He however gets a little nervous around pine scents.

🧄 - He’s lactose intolerant (he doesn’t care. He is going to eat an entire tub of ice cream and nobody can stop him.)

🥔 - Pim LOVES cooking. He likes making these cool restaurant style meals but also knows I have the palette of a little kid so he genuinely just likes seeing ppl enjoy his food more than the aesthetic

🍄‍🟫 - He’d be a unicorn. No questions about it.

the ULTIMATE f/o infodumping ask game!

(this is gonna be a long one...)

🍓 - disregarding the career your f/o currently has, what other career would they consider going into, if given the chance?

🍒 - if your f/o and you spend a day doing anything, anything at all, what would they do and why?

🍎 - what's your f/o's favorite drink? any drink, alcoholic or non alcoholic!

🍉 - is your f/o religious? what's their opinion on religion or spirituality?

🍑 - is your f/o more comfortable giving or receiving gifts? why? do they have any preferences on gifts they like receiving?

🍊 - if you asked your f/o to peel an orange for you, what would they do?

🥭 - did your f/o have stuffed animals growing up? do they still have stuffed animals? do they have a favorite?

🍍 - if you could change any one thing about your f/os backstory/character, what would you change? why?

🍌 - does your f/o have a vendetta against The Big Light™? what kind of lighting do they prefer?

🍋 - if your f/o could change one thing about themselves, what would they change and why?

🍋‍🟩 - is your f/o superstitious? is there any habits they follow or quirks they have to follow said superstitions? like not opening umbrellas indoors to avoid back luck?

🍈 - does your f/o believe in fate? do they thing everything is preplanned out by the universe or a higher power, or do they think that the idea of fate is bogus? why?

🍏 - if you have any queer headcanons for your f/o, how did they realize they were queer?

🍐 - does your f/o have any nervous ticks or idle quirks they do? like mindlessly tapping on a desk or fiddling with their hair when they're stressed?

🥝 - would your f/o ever let you do their make-up? what does their make-up process look like? is it simple? complex?

🫒 - what kind of hugger is your f/o? do they give good hugs? do they like hugs? do they like receiving hugs?

🫐 - is your f/o more of a writer or an artist? would you say your f/o is more left or right brained?

🍇 - if you and your f/o never met, what do you think your f/o would be doing right now?

🥥 - what hobbies does your f/o have? is there any hobby they would like to get into that they haven't tried out yet? what is it?

🍅 - if your f/o could buy you any gift in the world, whether it exists or not, what would they buy you? or, if they could make you something, what would it be?

🌶️ - does your f/o have any remedies they follow when they get sick? like taking a shot of whiskey to get rid of a fever?

🫚 - is your f/o a picky eater? is there any foods they will not under any circumstances, gun to their head, eat?

🥕 - when your f/o was little, did they dislike vegetables? do they still dislike them?

🧅 - what makes your f/o cry? do they get emotional at sad movies or books? do they only get emotional under very rare circumstances?

🌽 - does your f/o have a favorite animal? what is it? are they scared of any animals?

🥦 - does your f/o have any pet peeves? things that just really really get on their nerves? what are they and why?

🥒 - what's your f/o afraid of? do they have any phobias? anything minor they're scared of?

🥬 - what are some beige flags your f/o has? so, not bad, but not nessecarily good either. just. "oh. you do This."

🫛 - how does your f/o feel about pet names or nicknames? do they like them? hate them? what are their favorites and least favorites to be called and to use?

🫑 - how does your f/o feel about death? are they afraid of it? is there anything specific they'd like to do before they die?

🥑 - is there any niche topics your f/o is interested in? what are they and why do they like them?

🍠 - what are a few of your f/os favorite pastimes or things that they do when they're bored?

🍆 - does your f/o have a favorite scent? why is it their favorite? do they have a least favorite scent?

🧄 - does your f/o have any allergies? food or otherwise?

🥔 - does your f/o have any food dishes they make often? is there any foods you make for your f/o that they enjoy?

🍄‍🟫 - if your f/o could be any mythological species, what would they be? if your f/o is already a mythological species, would they ever want to be human?

I recommend practicing reblog karma ! people love infodumping about their f/os :) I also recommend sending more than one emoji at a time,,, there are Many here...!!!

[postwarlevi]

headcanons for you and Levi:

you two stepping into groceries stores in order to look for the best ones and he always offers to pay

you two walking hand in hand in the local library and reading out loud the most romantic parts of books, dedicating them to each other

"You make me feel at home. You make me feel that the world is not strange"

he asking you what you want for dinner to spoil you after a tiring day of work

he would always slip little notes in your lunch box, making you feel all flustered around your coworkers who would tease you

but deep down they are jealous :)

sorry if it's quick but I'm in a rush! Hopefully I'll come back later💗

Mia!! Ahh!!

Yes grocery shopping is in fact like therapy. I will go buy produce even if I don't need it!

Levi and I take an hour out to go through the fridge and cabinets and see what needs to be used and build a meal plan around that and try to stick to the plan but if there's a good deal we won't pass it up!

Gosh do you know in my part of the city I have to PAY for the library and take the time out to get my money back at a later date? I haven't been in a while because of this, and because I have books haha

But Levi and I hit the library once a month and while we sometimes check a couple books out, really do like to just spend a quiet afternoon looking around our favorite sections. We go to the classics and I read passages of Rebecca and he pulls me along and reads some of The Secret Garden (so unexpected and wonderful!). There's picnic tables and a pond outside so we eat outside and throw bread to the ducks (yes it's a no-no, no I don't care) and stay another little while.

Things Levi never thought he'd day, or ever hear someone say to him. He's really no longer shy and tells me he loves me outright or in sweet little ways. But silly man still blushes when I praise him back! He accepts it though and it leads to cuddles :)

I want to pull my weight but when he offers to cook after I work all day I won't say no! Usually I get a phone call and he'll start early if he can so it's almost ready when I come home. Lots of roasted veggies, zucchini boats, salads, things like that. I'm much more helpful on the weekend.

Real life Morning Aura notes! I would just ascend if this were a daily occurrence. Some are sweet, some are funny, some are not meant for anyone but me ;) The best part of my work day besides clocking out.

Yes they're jealous they don't get notes. Too bad!

Thank yooooou this was so sweet <3