#the rowdy one

[south-of-heaven]

Let it out || Ronda Rousey x Reader

Summary: You break down the second Ronda gets home. You don't know why but you've just been feeling so terrible the last few days.

A/N: I could use a Ronda right now.

The front door creaked open, and Ronda stepped inside, her usually determined expression softening as she took in the sight of you sitting on the couch. Your shoulders were hunched, and your face was buried in your hands, trembling slightly. It was evident something was terribly wrong.

Without a word, Ronda quickly closed the door behind her and rushed over to your side. She knelt down in front of you, her strong hands gently pulling yours away from your face.

"What's going on, babe?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern as her piercing blue eyes searched your teary ones. She could see the distress written all over your face, and her maternal instincts kicked in.

You tried to speak, to articulate the whirlwind of emotions that had taken you hostage, but the words felt stuck in your throat. All you managed was a shaky breath and a few incoherent mumbles.

Ronda didn't need you to explain. She simply gathered you into her arms, holding you close to her. Her embrace was warm and reassuring, like a lifeline in the midst of a storm.

"Shh, it's okay," she murmured, her lips pressed against your forehead. "You don't have to say anything right now. Just let it out."

And that's exactly what you did. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, your tears dampening the fabric of her shirt. She held you securely, her strong arms providing a sense of safety that you desperately needed.

Ronda's soothing presence was like a balm to your wounded soul. She rocked you gently, whispering words of comfort and reassurance into your ear. She understood that sometimes, words weren't enough, and all you needed was someone to be there, to let you cry, and to offer unwavering support.

As the minutes passed, your sobs gradually subsided, and you pulled back slightly to meet Ronda's gaze. Her thumb brushed away the remaining tears from your cheeks, her eyes filled with nothing but love and understanding.

"Feeling a little better?" she asked softly.

You managed a weak nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. It wasn't a complete recovery, but it was a start, and you owed it all to Ronda's caring presence.

"Good," she said, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'm right here with you, and we'll get through this together, okay?"

With Ronda by your side, you knew you could weather any storm, no matter how daunting it seemed. Her unwavering support was a constant reminder that you were never alone in your battles, and that made all the difference in the world.

[lazylittledragon]

some domestic shadowlachs <33

[homeofhousechickens]

Taking pictures of this weird man in my house

[marimeeko]

After the fifth time that Katsuki pops up at UA, surprising Izuku with Bento for lunch, calling him "sensei" in a cocky(affectionate) tone, Kouta just stops at Izuku's desk on his way out of the room and asks him point blank,

"So are you and DynaMight actually dating, or what?"

Izuku sputtering and dropping all of his paperwork and avoiding the question out of sheer dumbfoundedness.

Then, the sixth time that Katsuki barges in, as he is thrusting the bento into Izukus hands as usual, Kota raises his hand, and stands up from his seat and yells out,

"DynaMight, sir!! Pardon me, but are you dating Deku-Sensei??" And the whole class gasps and whispers. Katsuki appears just as dumbfounded as he looks wide-eyed at Kouta and the students.

"Kouta!" Izuku balks, but then Katsuki suddenly grins mischievously. Izuku doesn't trust that look...

"Well, brat, maybe I SHOULD date him, then I could make sure Sensei doesn't forget to eat every day, right??" Katsuki looked entirely too pleased at the louder gasps and chatter that came from the students. He has a wicked grin as he turns his sharp red eyes back to Izuku.

"K-Kacchan, what are you doing?!" Izuku stammers, beet red and grabbing his arm. "This is not the time for--"

"If you don't want me disrupting your class, then stop leaving your Bento in the fridge!!" Katsuki scolds Izuku before swinging himself back out of the open window. There was a fresh wave of gasps and excited murmuring at the insinuationthat the two lived together. "We're ROOM MATES, OK?" He adds hastily, pointing his finger at the noisy classroom of kids.

He drops out the window and blasts off.

Izuku is left, stood at his desk, hands planted and hanging his head, trying to collect enough of himself to quell the riotous theories now flying around his classroom.

Kouta stands at his own desk amidst his unruly classmates, eyes narrowed as if he had just realized something, "I knew it!" He hisses.

"You're the worst," Izuku texts Katsuki later.

"I know" katsuki replies.

"Now eat your fuckin food or I'll stop making it for you."

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I think I was inspired by this art post ^^;

[littlepawz]

The 'special one' that decides to liven up every group photo.

[raikirikiri]

rewatching the final arc of og nart and two things:

1. pakkun and the rest of the hounds didn’t need anything to track sasuke and naruto’s scent which leads me to believe that kakashi has made sure his hounds know his kids’ scents just in case he’s not paranoid or anything no why would you suggest that he’s very normal!!!!!!!! he has no reason to ever be afraid of losing the people closest to him!!! pfft he’s fine it’s just a safety precaution!!! ahem, anyway. yeah i think he has his hounds memorized their scents as soon as kakashi passes them during the bell test.

2. pakkun will never not treat kakashi like his pup. sure, kakashi is the pack leader and they defer to him but that’s pakkun’s baby boy. he pretty much raised kakashi after sakumo died and yes, he listens and he follows pack law but that does not mean kakashi isn’t his pup anymore. not even when kakashi is hokage, he’s always gonna be his stupid little pup with no fur. he doesn’t care if kakashi is in charge of the village he will scold him in front of the townspeople if it’s warranted and kakashi will sit with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs and his head down to receive his tongue lashing. he’ll even let out a little “stooop pakkun, you’re embarrassing me!”

“well you should’ve thought of that before you left this morning and didn’t wash up after breakfast.”

pakkun is papa pug and that’s his pup right there

[quill-of-thoth]

The Saga of Great Uncle Asshole And The Priest From Hell

It's thanksgiving (in the US) so have a family gathering disaster that is old enough to be funny. Almost a decade ago, after a life of stirring up drama everywhere she went, my grandmother died. She was an unhappy woman who tried to be better to her grandkids than she was to her kids, and didn't always succeed, and she's the reason that when I smell cinnamon tic tacs they're accompanied by the reek of an illusory cigarette. This is not a sad post. This is a post about the fact that her funeral was a fucking disaster and it was ultimately about 50% her fault. See, my whole family was at one point or another catholic. Grandma really enjoyed going to church in her last years because it got her out of the nursing home, and priests have to listen when you tell them about the husband you divorced and the children who think they know better than you. Grandma did not consider the fact that the local priest she'd latched onto like a talkative moray eel in a cloud of nicotine smoke was an unmitigated bigot. She left instructions that she wanted her funeral to be at that specific catholic church and for that priest to do the sermon. It didn't occur to her that the person who would be organizing her funeral would be her gay daughter and her daughter's wife.

Shit started getting real about when the doors opened to recieve mourners. Over the course of ten minutes, my aunt summoned:

her elder sister, a paralegal

my father, who has never seen a conflict he would not cheerfully walk away from

Their younger brother, in order to swear at the priest

My mother, who hadn't had a good opportunity to fight a priest since we left our own church and was game to do it again.

This left me, the eldest grandchild, in charge of the receiving line, despite the fact that I knew approximately no one there. My brother and cousins were woodenly shaking hands and then whispering "who's that?" "I don't know." My aunt's husband was escorting the elderly and infirm up the stairs one at a time. My uncle's wife was also around but she knew even fewer people and was mostly listening at the door of the ongoing argument.

So when my brother and Boy cousin went to see if we could pry someone who knew who was related to us out of the argument and I was busy trying to convince an octegenarian that she did NOT need to figure out which of her cousins had married one of grandma's siblings before sitting down, Girl Cousin was alone at the door.

Great Uncle Asshole arrived in a storm of curses and a faux-coonskin cap. He blew past Girl Cousin, thumped his cane up the steps, and seized my hand. It was like shaking hands with an extremely strong mummy. "You look just like your mother! It's the hair, what a bird's nest. Where's your daddy? And the rest of Helen's brood."

I muttered something about them finalizing details with the priest.

"Well, they'll come see me soon enough. Bet you don't know who I am!" I didn't know who anyone was. Everyone older than me was having a verbal cage match with a member of the clergy or escorting some other old fogey to their seats, everyone younger than me had even fewer clues, and my only hope was to wrap this conversation as fast as possible. "Nope!" I said, "I haven't seen most of the people here in years." If I had ever seen them in the first place. He was going to be mad, but I figured if I had to be the bouncer I could probably take an eighty-something year old guy who breathed like the surgeon general's personal warning to smokers. I could at least shut the door on him.

"Of course you wouldn't! Your gran wouldn't have told you. I'm your great uncle Roger, and I'm here to bury the hatchet, by which I mean your grandma! She and I swore over our father's casket we'd never be under the same roof again while we both lived, and by god I kept my oath!" People were starting to stare, and it was at this moment that a thirty-something man in a suit sprinted up the stairs, and my uncle's wife, with a look of dawning horror, called her husband. "Roger's here." The middle aged folks descended immediately. Here is a snapshot of the ensuing conversation: "Roger, why don't we find you a seat?" - my mother in her best teacher voice "Glad to see you're doing well enough to make it" - My father, in his best 'good god I want to be anywhere else' voice. "Take me to the coffin! I want to see her with my own two eyes!" - Great Uncle Asshole, "And hang up my **** hat! Killed it myself!" "I'm so sorry, I didn't know he could walk that fast" - strange suit man "If you are QUITE finished, I am starting the ceremony in ten minutes" - the priest

As my father and his brother towed a grinning and cursing old man to the furthest reaches of the family section, my mother and my oldest aunt caught all the cousins up on the argument with the priest. My youngest aunt was still crying while her wife stared fixedly at the stained glass panes and periodically handed over tissues. The upshot of it all was that my aunt and her wife would be allowed to attend the funeral (on pain of the whole family literally walking out on the priest) but would not be allowed to take communion, because the priest didn't believe in their marriage. My aunt's wife had neglected to point out that, being Jewish, she wasn't going to take communion anyway. "That's fucked" said boy cousin, and the four of us immediately resolved in whispers to refuse communion as well. The priest opened his sermon with pointed remarks about the older generation's devotion and respect for the church. He continued on through psalms and all that until he got to the blessing of the eucharist and asked the family up to receive communion. My father, who hadn't taken communion since I could remember, stayed seated. My mother stayed seated. My aunts and uncles stayed seated. The cousins stayed seated. About a third of the church didn't move. "Well father, I'll have mine! These young folks think hey have all the time in the world to get right with the lord, but you and I know better!" The priest, who had been visibly hoping god would smite us, turned a wincing glare on my great uncle and the series of distant relatives and nursing home neighbors who were now shuffling up. The service dragged on. We were lined up to say goodbye to everyone, while the suit man (who would turn out to be my second cousin) bodily hauled great uncle asshole and his coonskin cap down the stairs. "I should have known my sister wouldn't manage to raise any good Catholics! Horrible woman." he said loudly as he was stuffed into a car driven by suit man's apparent twin. The priest approached as we were finally ready to leave, to ask why we were so stubborn that we deprived ourselves of communion. After all, unlike my youngest aunt, we weren't obvious sinners! "Oh, I'm Lutheran" - My eldest aunt. "I'm an atheist" - My uncle "I don't think you're qualified to bless anything." - My mother, who learned her religion primarily from a horde of socialist-leaning nuns.

With that, we left the wreck of my grandmother's funeral behind. "Helen," said my mother, very deliberately, when we were safely in the car, "would have HATED that." My dad started laughing. "Are you kidding? She would have loved that! It would have been all she complained about for years!"

[pyersiki]

studies of my 2nd favourite cowboy

[soullessseraphim]

I physically needed him to do the inhale hair flip.

@snobgoblin you don't have to do anything in exchange but I'm curious to see Liam in your style !! all his info is on my blog if needed <3

[optionalblue]

Pretty boys <3

[south-of-heaven]

poly! 4hw ufc x fem!reader in a corn maze?

Lost you || The Four Horsewomen (UFC) x Reader

Summary: Shayna convinces you all that going to a corn maze is a fun way to spend the afternoon. When you end up loosing all of your four partners in the maze you start to think it was a really bad idea.

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the vast cornfield. You found yourself in the middle of a sprawling maze, surrounded by towering cornstalks that stretched high above your head. Shayna had convinced all of you that a trip to the corn maze would be a fun way to spend the day, but as the afternoon wore on, you started to wonder if this adventure had been a good idea.

With four of your partners—Shayna, Ronda, Jessamyn, and Marina—scattered somewhere in this labyrinth, you felt a growing sense of unease. You'd managed to lose sight of them all, and you weren't sure which direction to go. The maze seemed to twist and turn in every possible direction, and each path looked identical to the last.

Panic began to set in as you called out their names, but the rustling of the cornstalks seemed to swallow your cries. You tried to retrace your steps, but it only left you more disoriented. The sun was slowly disappearing, and the air grew cooler.

Just when despair was about to take hold, you heard a familiar voice, faint but growing closer. "Hey, over here!"

You spun around, relief flooding over you as Ronda's voice echoed through the maze. You hurried in the direction of her voice until you saw her emerge from behind a wall of corn.

"Ronda!" you exclaimed, rushing toward her without hesitation. In your moment of fear and anxiety, all you wanted was to be close to someone familiar.

Ronda caught you in a tight hug, her strength offering comfort and reassurance. "I got you," she said with a warm smile. "I was looking for you too."

You clung to her, grateful beyond words. "I thought I'd lost all of you," you admitted, your voice shaky.

Ronda's eyes softened, and she held you close. "We wouldn't let that happen. We'll find the others, don't worry."

As if on cue, Jessamyn's voice called out from somewhere nearby, and you felt another pair of arms wrapping around you. You could tell by her gentle smile that she was relieved to find you too.

"You thought you lost us, huh?" Jessamyn teased, her voice warm and reassuring.

You nodded, feeling silly for panicking so much. "Yeah, I guess I got a bit scared."

Marina and Shayna soon joined your little reunion, and as you stood there in the corn maze, surrounded by your partners, you couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. Losing each other had been a frightening experience, but it had also brought you closer together.

With everyone accounted for, you decided to continue your adventure through the maze as a group. It turned out to be a lot more fun when you weren't wandering alone. Laughter filled the air as you navigated the twists and turns of the corn maze, working together to solve the puzzle.

As the sun set and the maze's paths finally led you to the exit, you realized that even in moments of uncertainty, you could always count on your partners to have your back. The corn maze adventure had turned into a memorable day, and you knew you'd treasure it for years to come.

[painted-bees]

I have so much difficulty drawing tumblr sanctioned Margie and Tess art because whenever these two are alone together, there is bound to be female presenting nipples out and about :C

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

sooo i may have gotten a bit over board would have posted this yesterday but my fingers ACHED It was so worth it though cus they all look so cute with their chubby little faces and tubby little fingies ^v^

[feroluce]

So excited for today's post- @hydrachea has given me permission to share these text messages she made! ♡

The second one nearly had me crying because BOOTHILL TRYING TO FLIRT, DAN HENG MISUNDERSTANDING BECAUSE OF HIS ROWDY NATURE, AND BOOTHILL JUST STRAIGHT UP OFFLINING ABOUT IT SNZKKZMSKZKSKKS

[panharmonium]

funniest and most heartwarming thing i rediscovered on my rewatch is when karin roasts sakura about poisoning naruto and then kakashi, who loves all of his kids very much and understands their behavior and isn’t upset with them about their choices but has also been under ABSURD amounts of stress for all of season 10, just bursts out laughing ❤️

[marusketch]

Someone with a death wish just asked the only line cook on shift to remake their eggs for the 4th time during the breakfast rush.

(egg reveal below)