#this is uh .

[sealsdaily]

Can we get a list of seal species that haven't been posted so we can make bingo sheets? :)

I saw this ask and briefly got really excited and almost started making my own then reread. Anyways!

Crabeater seal

Galapagos sea lion

South American sea lion

Brown fur seal

Subantarctic fur seal

Guadalupe fur seal

Juan Fernandez fur seal

Galapagos fur seal

Antipodean fur seal (Kekeno)

South American fur seal

[luckycharms1701]

A request to fill the (bay) Mikey well, perhaps? We can see he's quick to flirt and be cheeky, but what about a reader that's not used to that, so instead of the typical eye roll reaction hes used to, it actually flusters them?

anon-chan. you get me.

i have been highkey vibrating about this ask ever since it showed up in my askbox. let’s gooooo

It starts as an experiment.

He noticed it right away. Literally at your first meeting. All he did was call you ‘angelcakes’ and you immediately looked away with a bright red face. Honestly it takes him aback a bit. He had never gotten that reaction before.

So he takes a page from Donnie’s book and starts to experiment. Was it a nickname thing, or would a wink elicit the same response? He finds out that winking makes you blush and lower your eyes. What about a flirty line? He has to hold back a laugh when his “If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple!” is met with you simply walking out of the room.

So what starts as an experiment turns into a game. How many times can he get you to blush in a one hour period without you getting exasperated and leaving? His record is ten, but he hopes to surpass that. Can he get you to lose your train of thought mid-sentence by blowing you a kiss or running a hand down your arm? Yes and yes! Can he make you stutter by staring at your lips while you talk? Oh absolutely.

Slowly, without him really noticing, the game takes over more and more of his life. He finds himself thinking about it at the oddest times, like when he’s in the middle of playing a video game or jerking off. He spends hours coming up with new pickup lines, ones more tailored to you. He still loves to see you blush, but prefers it when he catches you holding back a smile. He finds himself aiming more and more for that smile, becoming addicted to the elated feeling it gives him.

He finally notices on the day you strike back. He’s dropped another line and is basking in the satisfaction of your blush (number 10 baby, and he has a whole ten minutes to get number 11!) when you take a deep breath and turn back to him. Your blush is somehow darker, your eyes are lowered, and you are wringing your hands. He immediately feels guilty, and he opens his mouth to apologize and say he’ll stop teasing you, but you beat him to the punch.

“I-If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.” You immediately turn around and speed walk out of the room, too flustered to even look at him. If you had, you would have seen him frozen in place, jaw dropped, hand stretched out towards you.

Mikey wonders, suddenly, if he might have played himself.

~~~~~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

[ghost-museum]

detrimentally horny

[dannythedog]

Oh

[eggs-can-draw]

2nd year sumi laying down the law

[misarumis]

Welcoming the Night With You, a short comic series about Teredio's first time

yeah, unfortunately ill probably have to upload this page by page, otherwise ill never get it done... i hope itll be enjoyable either way!

[squibbymun]

hes sorry for punching your dad in the dick do you forgive him

[lizstiel]

ok

[birdie-autism]

SOMEONE SAID THEY THINK IM BIRDIES ALT AND THIS IS GIVING MY AUTISM/ DELUSIONS A RUN FOR THEIR MONEY OHMY

[fluffycatgirl]

chat i dont think i make it

[grooviestsadpapaya]

Wip :’]

[thelingering]

Hi back because I just realized your pd comment in that pinned post is extra accurate; The Greats are a very important group of people for the third player character Vyncent (Even if it's never explained well >:c /lh)- so I guess that makes the pd trio late, great, and uhmmm... whatever 'kota is? Late Great and COLE STYLE maybe...

LOLLL I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

so William's the Late, Vyncent's the Great, and 'Kota is COLE STYLE???? heckkkkk yeah, now we're talkin'

time to rev el engines and binge a bunch of pd once school's out

*points at u* best connector of fandom dots right here

[thxnks4themrms]

Not to like say this artist is necessarily bad but let’s just say that there’s a certain cover of Prison someone made that I found on Spotify and uh

Let’s just say it wasn’t my cup of ray toro

Erm

[5-7-9]

I think fandom should all agree on dismissing Chuck Dixon (infamous conservative DC writer) stupid story with canonically hispanic character Bane forcing himself onto Talia yeah?

I’m not cool with the aggressive incarcerated latino stereotype or the sexist “woman are weak” thingy

[ahedderick]

One of the Messes my late father left was the state of the black barn field. He hauled large logs in there and cut some of them up for firewood, but left others just . . lying there. He decided for some inscrutable reason to stockpile used bricks, concrete block, old farm equipment, and piles of limestone rock just . . here and there. Ah, THIS looks like a good place for a pile of boulders! Add in many dumptruck loads of poor, shaley "fill dirt" that he had someone dump there and just left. THEN trees started growing up in and around all that, because that's what trees do. Oy. Anyway.

Son has been working on this field with the chainsaw.

That's the small pile of saplings he cut down; there's another massive pile of saplings, branches, rotten fenceposts, etc off to the right. That big log lying there growing moss could have been milled, chopped into firewood - but it was just left there. As my father stopped being able to do physical work around the farm he was not aware of it; he kept thinking that he'd 'feel better tomorrow' and get back to cutting wood and taking care of the lawn. When we noticed that he'd stopped being able to do things, we did as much as we could, but actually caring for him and the house was a pretty big job in and of itself.

So. We slog along.

Piles of bricks. and dirt. and stone. with dozens of box elder trees sprouting up.