#tucket

[thornsofrosesdumps]

Restoration was about letting go. Spoilers I guess

and getting what you want, at the base forms. It was church giving his team there final wishes.

Wash got put in a place where he can’t hurt his friends anymore and found his team.

Sarge died a death for the red team.

Griff got to go home.

Simmons got promoted.

Tex got to choose her own destiny.

Carolina got to say goodbye.

Church got to see Tex again.

Caboose got to see church one last time.

Tucker got to be the badass solider.

donut got to exist in peace.

and doc got to save a life and help his friends. Even if he was dead.

if you pull it apart it’s about Church saying goodbye and ending the cycle, so he does in the most church way possible. By giving everyone what they want in its bassist form. Even if It was-a little fucked up.

[whattabetta]

Two days and they already seem much happier 🥰

They have been named! The white one is Billy and the orange one is Tucket

[bloodstaineddarling]

Ethel cain tickets secured!! Everybody cheered!!

[backwoodsboytoy]

Stories published on Literotica have companion media on my blog tagged under the story��s name.

Active stories:

Tucket’s Pond - Theo tries to beat the summer heat with a dip in Old Man Tucket’s pond, only to realize the price to pay for trespassing is much higher than he anticipated.

Future Stories:

Rock Hard - After joining a new climbing gym, Robby is initiated into the unexpected gym culture he is suddenly bound to.

[es-space]

Mah, the Queen of Stones.

[notesofarichlycolorednight]

anyway, i appreciate the service boot leg/gers have done but it’s not enough anymore

i need broadway to release the proshoots

or a band of thieves to help me steal them and make copies to distribute to the masses free of charge

[paintedpineleaf]

bros i find family stuff so funny

[deathlysketches]

AHHHH IM BACK BABY!

I'ma be honest I COMPLETELY forgot I had a Tumblr account 😅 so I have A LOT of art backed up... So uh yeah! Hope you all like this I'm FINALLY Dipping my toes into digital art

So for now I'll do it one character at a time!

Hope you all remember Thomas! And I'm soon going to post his information soon after this post ^^ hopefully you all like him!

By the way I don't think I'm going to have him permanently be apart of the welcome home community I've been working on my own world building but if people still want to associate him

It could be like my own AU thing I guess xD

Anyway have a good day/night!

[biogush]

i think it's kind of a bit sad that i have to have a side blog to talk about the guy i'm dating because if i do on main all my friends who i care for deeply give me weird looks and vibes.

[binkyfishy]

She nan on my tucket til i. She Ishmael on my Queeqyeg til i. she moby on my dick til i

[mlm-writer]

Thoughtful (Wade Wilson x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Wade Wilson aka Deadpool x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Mature (because reader says fuck) Words: 821 POV: Second Summary: Little domestic snippet with your boyfriend <3 Note: No proofreading because I am lazy. If you see a typo, no you don't. Tags: domestic fluff, cuddles, established relationship and chocolate milk

A waft of cold air infiltrated the apartment, rousing you from your warmed nap by the radiator. “NO,” you exclaimed reflexively, without even regaining full consciousness. You thrashed around on the couch, the thick blanket you had draped over yourself got tangled in your legs. A leather-clad hand came to rest on your shoulder. You relaxed and felt the blanket slowly being freed and tucket under your cold body.  

“Just stay half-asleep,” Wade’s gentle voice soothed you as he placed the blanket over you again. “Just don’t fully sleep, cause then the writer will have to write me doing stuff to you while you sleep and while I am a good guy, it still feels a little weird.” 

You turned over to your other side. “Shut up, Wade,” you mumbled, making your boyfriend giggle like a little lovestruck teenage girl. A bit later you felt a large weight crushing you just as you were about to fall back asleep. You groaned. “You’re heavy, get off me!” Wade pulled the blanket off your face and started peppering it in little kisses. 

“Come on babyboo, you love me so much, how can you resist me?” You thrashed around, trying to wrestle Wade off you, but he captured your lips with his, going in for the killer move of distracting you with slow and deep kisses. His rough lips slid against yours; his tongue coaxed its way inside your mouth to dance with yours. Your lips parted with a gasp and in the split second that Wade was distracted too, you chucked him off you, sending him from the couch to the cold hard floor. 

“You underestimate how much I love breathing,” you grinned in victory. Wade shifted on the floor, getting into a more elegant position where he laid on his side with one knee bent and an arm supporting his head. You rolled your eyes as he made suggestive eyebrow wiggles at you. “You woke me up. You owe me a hot chocolate.” It took your boyfriend less than two seconds to get on his feet and be on his way to the kitchen to fulfill your very high demands. You stayed on the couch like a burrito, staring at the black screen of the TV. Turning it on would require sticking your arm out into the cold. 

“I love this show!” Wade quipped from behind you where he was heating up the milk in the microwave. “I love the part where the person does the thing at the place. Don't you?” You rolled your eyes so hard they almost proverbially rolled out of your sockets. Wade chattered on an on about ‘the show’. “And I really like the entity that says the words that mean a lot. You know when it said the thing that helped the other character do the other thing? Oh what a great episode that was!” He didn't shut up until he came into your field of vision and kissed your cheek. “Here you go my little love spring roll.” He said down next to you and turned on the TV. He held the mug at your neck height. In the Pinkie Pie mug sat a glittery pink reusable straw. You smiled and craned your neck down to take a sip without exposing anything but your face to the air. 

“Thank you, baby,” you hummed happily as he put on a bad comedy movie and diligently held the mug up for you. When you had drank it all, he put it down and tugged softly at the corner of your blanket. “Fine, you have earned cocoon rights…” you sigh as you open up the blanket long enough for Wade to also crawl under it. You hissed at his cold skin coming into contact with you. “Fuck you're so cold,” you complained as you wrapped your arms around him, warming him with your body heat. Wade tugged his head under your chin, drinking in your warmth and scent. 

“You'll have to deal with it baby. The nonnie requested cuddles.”

“The who?”

“Oh don't worry about it sweet cheeks.”

You diverted your eyes back to the screen. Wade had the tendency to wiggle around, but your steady arms around him kept him safe and warm. He was surprisingly still. You didn't make it to the credits, the warm coziness lulling you back into a peaceful slumber before dinner. When you woke up, you noticed two things. One, you were a lonely burrito. Two, you could smell take out. You rolled off the couch and followed your nose to the dinner table, where a white plastic back with red lanterns on it was waiting for you. The receipt was taped on top with the back facing you. Red ink adorned the back of the receipt, the message “will be back after killing some bad guys! Love you!” was surrounded by little hearts. A smile stretched over your face. How thoughtful. 

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[bootsukki]

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Suno’s dining hall was like no other on campus. It was tucket away from the usual hustle and bustle of campus life. It was close to your building and it was the kind of place where people came to work, study or just enjoy a coffee with friends, the hum of muted conversations and clatter of coffee cups providing a comforting background noise. 

As you enter, you find an empty spot for you to sit. Your lat class finished early today with Professor Ukai wanting to end a few minutes early. Professor Ukai was your favourite among all of your professors and even though not everybody like his way of teaching, you always found his honesty and view of the world interesting. 

While waiting for Tsukishima you started to get more nervous and anxious about this lie of yours. There was no way that his friends wouldn’t notice that you were lying to their faces but, for some reason, you didn’t want to step out of his plan. You needed the social interaction, as pathetic as it sounded.

You saw Tsukishima enter the dining hall with a big gym bag on his back and he looked around, waving as soon as he spotted you, making his way towards your table. He left his gym bag on one of the free chairs.

“Sorry, I tried to leave practice a bit early. Have you been here long?”

“No,  just arrived.” You answered, smiling. “I still haven’t picked up a drink.”

“I’ll get it for you, what do you like?”

“Could I get a green tea?”

Tsukishima gave you a thumbs up, making his way towards the beverage table, where he started heating up some water for you as well as filling up his water bottle, taking big glups of it. Tsukishima was attractive, he was tall and had broad shoulders and he seemed to be very well-fit. You coughed, moving your eyes away from him, focusing on the other students that were there enjoying a snack or working on their laptops. 

“Here you go.” Tsukishima placed a steaming mug of tea in front of you and you muttered a quick thank you as he sat down. 

“Alright,” he said, setting his water bottle down. “I feel like we need to set some ground rules if we’re going to pull this off.”

You nodded, the warmth of the cup heating up your hands. “Yes. I don’t want to be caught on the first night.”

Tsukisima smiled. “Okay, I thought that the story could be pretty easy. As I said, we are neighbours, which makes everything easy. We met once, starting talking and just decided to go on a date a few weeks after we met each other.”

“Well, Yamaguchi knows who I am and how long I have been living there, so…” You said. “If we say we went o a date a few weeks after meeting, we would have been together for almost a year, don’t you think?”

“You are right.” Tsukishima nods. “After summer, maybe? They’ll believe me if I say we kept in contact through text. Talked during summer and took you on a date after being back from break. September.”

“That’s okay, it seems normal enough.” You answered. “About physical….?”

Tsukishima clears his throat and nods again. “I… Well… If we are going to act as a couple we should at least be comfortable enough to look… convincing, I guess?” You look at him, sipping on your tea. “I’m not big on PDA at all and my friends should know this by now, so I think the only thing they wouldn’t find weird is hand-holding.”

“That’s fine by me.” You replied. “Something else?”

“Nicknames?”

“Uh….” You think of the last lovey nickname you had and you start tapping your foot nervously. “No, I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, same.Simple is better. Although… All my friends call me Kei or Tsukki so… I think you calling me Tsukishima would be weird.” he said, adjusting his glasses. 

“Oh, okay. I’ll call you Tsukki.”

Tsukishima looks at you for just a second and takes a sip from his water bottle. “I may need to know some basic things about you, just i ncase.”

“Oh, yeah. I don’t any of your friends interrogating me about you and literally not knowing anything.” You laugh. “I need to know some things as well, like your birthday, your favourite food, if you play any sport…”

“Volleyball.”

You heart skips a beat at that.

“Volleyball?”

“Yeah, I’ve been playing with my friends since high school. I don’t aim to win things but I enjoy it a lot and I’m a part of the university team.”

“Oh.”

“And you?”

“I…” You think about the times you spent learning that same sport with your friends, all of them teaching you how to jump and hit the ball. You think about the times where he would pick you up and help you hit a ball, the times where he would take you to watch games or when you would hold him after everything in his mind was doubt after doubt about his career and decisions. “I don’t play any sport.” 

“Volleyball is fun.” Kei adds, smiling. “Are you a part of any club?”

“I write for the university paper and the newsletter, which no one reads but I guess it improves my skills for the future.” 

“Well, I’ll start reading it now.”

You smile for a second and finish your tea. Kei looks at you and takes his phone out of his pocket.

“This… It may be weird but I told Yamaguchi about us yesterday and he was really excited that he starting telling the groupchat about you and they… Well, they asked for a picture of you.”

“Oh.” You started to get a bit insecure about your looks for a second, you weren’t wearing the best clothes and you usually went to class without any makeup. “I don’t really good right now.”

“I think you look really nice.” Kei answers quickly and he looks at you. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Maybe I could use one from Instagram or something.”

“No, that’s fine.” You fix your hair for a second and smile. “Take the picture.”

Kei opens his phone camera and snaps a few photos of you and shows them, letting you choose the one you’d prefer people seeing before Kei sends it to his friends’ groupchat.

“I’ll show you a photo of them if you want. That way, you¡ll know something about them before meeting them.”

“When am I…?”

“Tanaka is throwing a small get-together at his apartment tomorrow night if you’d like to come. We usually play boardgames, videogams or watch a movie and drink.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Sounds fun.”

Kei smiles, moving his chair closer to yours. “I’ll pick you tomorrow at seven then.”

You nod, letting Kei sit down next to you, arms brushing together as he shows you a picture of his friends.

“I can’t believe you.” You turn, spoon on your mouth, looking at your roommate Yachi Hitoka, sending you a death glare. Your eyes widen, confused and you close the ice-cream lid. “I can’t believe I have to hear from Yamaguchi that Tsukishima and you are being all lovey-dovey.”

Well, being lovey-dovey isn’t what you would call it, but… You take the spoon out of your mouth and think about what you are going to say. You also need to lie to her, Hitoka is a really baaaaaaad liar and she’s not one to keep secrets. “It’s a new thing, really.”

Her death glare turns into an excited smile and she gets closer to you, moving your shoulders as she laughs. “I can’t believe it! How long?”

“Septemeber, I guess. We were talking a lot during summer so…”

“Girl, I can’t believe you kept this from me.” She says. “I’m really happy for you. You guys make a really cute couple!”

“You think so?” You ask, confused. “We haven’t been together for long…”

“(Y/N), I’ve thought about it for quite some time now. I started thinking about it one time we were all in the elevator and you were giving them their mail. Tsukishima was looking at you really weird. Now I understand that it was all loveeeeee.”

You laugh and shake your head, cleaning the dirty spoon and putting the ice-cream back into the freezer. You feel a bit bad for lying but on the other hand… 

“Do you…” You interrupt her and the petite girls looks at you. “Do you want to help me with an outfit? I’m meeting his friends in like two hours.”

Without answering, Hitoka runs to your room and opens your closet, taking all the majority of your clothes out and putting some music on her phone.

“Sit down, I’m calling reinforcements.”

Tsukishima fixes his hair and picks up his wallet and jacket, but before he can open the door, Yamaguchi runs to the door and closes it.

“We need to talk about two things. First of all, are you nervous? Second of all, were you going to leave without me? We are going to the same place!”

“Why would I be nervous?”

“Because you are introducing all of your friends to the girlfriend we discovered you had literally two days ago. It’s a big step.”

“Well…” The truth was that Tsukishima was indeed nervous. He hated not knowing if he was going to be caught in his lie or if you would be too overwhelmed to continue with the arrangement. “Not really. She’s cool.”

“I know she’s cool but this is the first “girlfriend” you’re introducing.”

“That’s fine. Everything will be fine.” Tsukishima opens the door again. “And I don’t want to leave you alone but I want to spend some time with (Y/N) before we go to Tanaka’s apartment.”

“Oh. Ohhhhhh.” Yamaguchi smirks, pushing Tsukishima out the door. “Enjoy, champ.”

Before Tsukishima can respond, Yamaguchi closes the door on his face and he just sighs. He walks down the hall and knock on the door of your apartment, leaning away from the door as it opens. “Hey, I–” Tsukishima looks at the door number and confused, looks back at the girl in front of him which isn’t Yachi nor you. “Sorry, I–”

“You are in the right apartment, sorry!” The girls leans away from the door and Tsukishima notices, at least, 5 other girls looking in his direction. “We are just having a small gathering while (Y/N) gets ready. You are Tsukishima, right?”

“Right…”

“I’m Yuki Tsumoni.” Tsukishima hesitates, wondering if he should wait for you outside but Yuki pushes right inside and the other girls wave, making their way towards him. They start saying their names but he can't bother to remember them. 

Yuki leads him to the living room–a small place filled up with decorations and trinkets collected by you and Hitoka during this past year, a black coffee table and some bookshelves.

“(Y/N) is almost ready.”

“Okay.”

Just seconds after the girls surround him and start asking him questions (“Oh my God, you’re so tall, how tall are you?” “How long have you guys been dating?” “Where are you from?”), you make your way towards the living room. Tsukishima looks at your outfit, you are wearing a long green sweater and some denim skirt with boots. His eyes move up to your face, noticing the light make-up and your hair up in a ponytail.

“Hi, sorry, I–”

“Not a problem. Shall we go?”

Tsukishima moves away from the girls, who are looking at both of them as if waiting for something. You smile at him and make your way towards the door, saying goodbye and Tsukishima grabs your hand, looking back at the girls, whose eyes are focusing on the way his hand engulfed yours.

You pray he doesn’t notice your gasp of surprise.

[qwiopty]

do you have a sonic oc?

yup!! just a few, i tend to just forget about ocs after drawing a design LMAO.. check em out!!! milo and tucket have made a few appearances on my blog!! you can check them out under the #mobian oc tag !! as for estella, shes only really been shown on my artfight profile LOL but shes the first mobian oc ive designed... none of them have any deep lore set either 🥀just vague personalities and designs !!

[mkarchin713]

Tucker: okay now we just need to think of a name?

Steph: okay, first glance I’m gonna say Bad Kitty

*Danny glares at Steph*

Sam: too on the nose, what about Schrödinger

Duke: the kid with the piano in snoopy?

Tim: I believe she is referencing the Schrödinger cat. It was a cat in a box that was both alive and dead at the same time

Sam: good but how many people would get the reference

Tucker: plus isn’t that the name of the cat boy in Hellsing?

Cass: Macavity?

Sam: you mean from Cats?

Tucker: would that be copy righted?

Steph: if we are going with cat names I vote for Boots

Danny: okay Steph is no longer allowed to suggest names

Tim: what about Salem, that’s a spooky cat name

Danny: esssh, yeah no, that’s um. Long story short my ancestor was a witch hunter, so no I will not tempt fate with that.

Duke: what about Ragdoll, that’s a breed of cat right?

Dick: nah there have been like three villains that called themselves Ragdoll, you don’t want to get into a name fight with a rogue they tend to get messy.

Damian: perhaps Puma, they are sometimes called ghost cats, you’d have to change your color scheme though

Tucker: you are not painting my masterpiece boring beige.

Dick: How about Stray? Or Alley Cat?

Jason: do you not see the collar Danny is wearing. He is obviously a kept cat

Danny: I hate you all

Dp x Dc prompt/story idea for anyone to use

We've seen a lot of 'Danny is the twin/older brother/clone of Damian/insert other batfam member' fics.

But...

What if it was Sam?

Talia's first attempt at creating Ra's heir was clearly going to be a girl. She knew that would be unsatisfactory for him, and he'd likely just order the baby's death.

So Talia hid the girl. She put her where ra's would never think to look for her:

with an annoyingly daft rich couple from a small town in the middle of nowhere that she met on a business trip.

Her only orders for the insipid pair was to keep the girl away from Gotham, as she was concerned that Bruce would find out and that would lead to Ra's finding out about Talia's small betrayal.

Talia returned to the League, lied to Ra's about the embryo failing. She took a year off to appear to rework the embryos collected to pick out a guaranteed male, and finally started a new one in the artificial womb, and eventually Damian was born.

Sam thought that her parents insistence on not taking her to Gotham for galas was because they were terrified she'd become goth, so... she did exactly that. The Manson's returned from Gotham to discover Sam burnt all the frilly pink dresses she had up until that point.

"What? I had adult supervision."

*points to Grandma Ida, sitting with a bag of marshmellows and a smirk*

Whether Grandma Ida noticed Sam's similarities to young Brucie Wayne, or the Fenton's did a standard contamination test, noticed the DNA and found that the only Manson willing to listen was Ida is up to the writer.

The portal accident happens, blahblahblah. We know the drill by now.

A reveal gone bad, the Fenton's being good parents, the GIW on the hunt, any combination of the above.

The kids are either rushed away by Ida or the Fentons with orders to go to Gotham, to Wayne Manor, or as usual, the kids just go there because it's the only place two half-ghosts, and three liminals can hide their ectosignatures.

Chaos happens, as it only can in a DP x Dc fic, and the batfam find themselves staring at the Batcomputer as the DNA results flash onto the screen, revealing that the young woman they thought was connected to Poison Ivy was actually...

"Dammit Bruce, are you just unable to keep it in your pants for even a second?!"

"Hnnn..."

"Wait, guys..." clicks to the maternal results.

"... Holy shit."

"... Mother?"

"Talia fucking hid another one?!"

"Langauge, Miss Steph. Master Dick."

"... New sister?"

[madamesimstress]

🐚 “Nantucket? I Thought You Said Glam-tucket.”

Roxane Simstress Reviews: Nantucket Cottages by FarfallaSims 📍 From the salty shores of Brindleton Bay |

Darling readers,

I packed my virtual valise, tossed on my flowiest sunhat, and whisked myself away to the seaside with a single click—thanks to FarfallaSims’ “Nantucket Cottages.”

💋 Four cottages. Four stories. One location. This is not just a build—this is a seasonal miniseries waiting to happen.

🏡 Quick Facts (so the peasants can keep up):

Gallery ID: FarfallaSims

Cost: §169,683 (but who’s counting when it’s this chic?)

Lot Size: 40x30 in Brindleton Bay

Bedrooms/Bathrooms: 4 of each—perfect symmetry, perfect scandal potential

Style: Unfurnished, but dripping with potential. Think blank canvas but coastal couture.

BB.MoveObjects: ON (as it should be—if you’re not building with it, don’t build at all)

🌊 Packs in the Build:

🧳 High School Years, Snowy Escape, Cottage Living, Seasons, and Get Together —She’s worldly. She’s weathered. She’s walking through all expansion packs with grace.

🧱 The CC Cast List:

(Buckle up, darling—it’s star-studded.)

Harrie: Coastal Queen. Her touch? Immaculate.

Felixandre: Grove + Florence + London = Estate Energy.

CharlyPancakes: The maple, the bones, the chic neutrality. Yes.

House of Harlix: Orjanic roofing = organic envy.

Pierisim: Those floorboards and wallpapers? Built for barefoot drama.

Max20: Poolside lounge, lanterns, and lush hydrangeas—giving country club.

Syboubou: A pavilion? I hear wedding bells and gossip.

RVSN: Lighting with taste and tension.

AWingedLlama: Flags fluttering like rumors.

JoyceIsFox: A bicycle. But elevated.

🧳 Final Impression:

This is where your Sims go to "find themselves" and maybe also divorce their rich husbands. Whether it’s a Hallmark storyline, a coven retreat, or four enemies trapped during a thunderstorm, these cottages give range. They whisper, "I’m humble," while clearly being wealth-adjacent.

🌟 Roxane’s Recommendation: Download. Decorate. And for the love of all things bougie, host a seaside soirée or a Simflix original series.

🎟️ Visit the build: Nantucket Cottages – by FarfallaSims on Patreon 📬 Submissions to review are always open. If your build is beautiful, bizarre, or just begging for attention—I am the attention.

[madame-midnight]

Remus Lupin likes the cold 'cause he can use his cozy jumpers and drink hot cocoa. He can stay inside, next to a warm fireplace and read a nice book sipping sweet tea.

Sirius Black likes the cold 'cause the freezing wind makes him feel alive. He likes when it's cold and drizzly 'cause he can go out with his friends, all close to each other under too few umbrellas, and have the urge to run down the street just to feel the chill flushing his cheeks and the tip of his nose, and he does it 'cause he can.

Sirius Black likes the cold 'cause he can put his cold hands under Remus' jumper, against his warmed up belly, and feel him flinch and complain, although not try to take Sirius' hands off. He likes the cold 'cause he can use the smoke from his warm breath against glass shop windows and use his finger to draw S+R inside a heart (and some dicks when he's with James) with the confidence that it won't be erased by the heat like back in summer days. He likes when a rush of freezing air passes by and Remus is all tucket into himself, trying to hold the warmt inside his jumper with his thin arms and holding a grimace in his face, so Sirius can grin at him and ask mockingly: "Nice weather, innit?"

Sirius Black likes the cold 'cause he likes the way it just hurts so good.

Remus likes the cold so he can get warm.

Sirius likes the cold so he can realize how he loves what's warm.