#FUCKIN DOLPHINS

[pnchinbeez]

Not even joking I haven't seen a brother bear au that's natm soooooooo

I think teddy would be Sitka

Attila I think would be Denahi [I think he'd fit]

Honestly I think ahkmenrah should be kenia because his humor is just on point for it

Koda should be nicky [obviously]

Rutt and tuke [I think it's obvious] are jed and oct

And larry would be the mom bear [yes, sad ik, go cry about it]

[fizzyxapple]

Erm is this a flipping ride the cyclone reference

[art-corner-of-merci]

In another universe, I'll still find you.

[ricgraysonmemorial]

I want to restart the petty marvel vs dc bs because in terms of like. Fighting styles I think daredevil would win against nightwing. Not that I don't think dick could hold his own but I truly believe matt would get an upper hand bc of his fucking echo location powers.

[auspexsims]

thank you ts2 bodyshop

this is sybil helvetica. she has a cat named amlactin

[captainpirateface]

LET'S FUCKIN' GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[mrghostrat]

how fucking dare my brit picker just slide in the fact that he knows richard ayoade on a face to face level and then go back to explaining Sea Life to me

[spiralingguitarist]

give me your worst instances of selfshipping

tag yourself. i ship myself (platonic) with lord english. the little wrinklefucker will show up uninvited at parties before i even set up the decoration cause he can just. timetravel and makes it look easy. i have to tell him the party hasnt even started but he will do the cute uwu anime guy eyes and ill give in out of both normal billiard ball eye hypnosis and sheer frustration

[windor-truffle]

thank you thank you @soft-serve-soymilk for the birthday gift!!! it's my fave little lads!!!! 💜😭💜 my collection of asbel merch has grown to a point where if you look in any direction in my room you have a 50-50 chance of encountering an asbel 😅

[collectedbooks]

i really love that aziraphale is a pack rat, because can you imagine how many absolutely bizarre things exist in that bookshop that no one knows about? that haven't been seen in centuries? i've heard stories about people finding dried salami bookmarks in secondhand bookshops, can you imagine if one day a customer turns over the wrong rock and finds some priceless diocesan artifact assumed lost to the ages holding down the fort six chapters into a copy of les mis.

[abracadave]

I am smooth

[crispiellemada]

depressed mfs after discovering dolphin shorts and hotpants

[brinelakes]

mario kart wii point rankings are deeply unserious

[johnslittlespoon]

morning reblog + snippet <3 need to get in the habit of doing this but somehow once the chapter is actually posted i get nervous despite sharing bits and pieces the whole time i'm writing lol?? silly!

sappy but waking up to the ao3 comment emails had me giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair this morning, i rly do tear up reading them, i'm so so thankful for every interaction on this fic and ik i repeat myself every time i post a new chapter but i just. appreciate the love so much and i'm so grateful for the patience i've been shown as i navigate a proper long fic for the first time!! wowie

idk what i did to deserve stumbling into a fandom so kind and sweet and supportive and INSANELY creative and talented (simultaneously thanking barry and hating him for getting me attached to that precious little lieutenant and then ripping him away just as fast fml), i genuinely feel so lucky to have something to be excited about every day and as much as i love writing this fic, i can't wait to be done so i can lock in and pour over all my friends' fics and give back so much love :')))

You're A Dog (I'm Your Man)

Ch. 5/8 – 'I Count My Time In Dog Years'

[WC: 27K | Gale Cleven/John Egan, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Requited Unrequited Love]

John Egan loves like a dog.

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[quarterlifekitty]

Random thoughts caused by the Gaz and soap being nosey post :)

(neurodivergent reader af) I feel like Simon is the kind of guy to support alllll of your special interests. He's gonna get him a girl with the most random hyperfixation and he's going every step out of the way to support her.

Deluxe VIP season passes to the zoo? Already bought them. He even got you a background visit with the baby armadillo you were gushing about. You wanted to get closer to the meerkats? He's already found a way to get you in for a lil petting session. On a dolphin kick? Pack a swim suit, he's got it covered. Thought the little penguins were cute? He can face the stinky smell for you, go feed them their little fish.

I just loooove thinking about him quietly smiling while you happy stim next to him because "omg Simon you didn't!!"

(when I was little my mom had a friend who worked at a zoo so I got to meet all kinds of animals! Baby armadillos are the actual cutest and they have been one of my favorite animals forever!)

I’m….(hands clenched at my sides, teeth gritted) I’m so happy for you…. (Trying not to cry tears of envy)

Simon finds it so easy to just throw money at anything and everything you want. He’s spent so much of his life surviving. Never living beyond the bare minimum of his physical needs. Now that he has a healthy, steady paycheck and isn’t in any immediate danger of starving or homelessness or physical violence he just… doesn’t know what to do with himself. And he most certainly doesn’t know how to spend money on himself. You’re different, though. He doesn’t see it as a waste if it’s for you. Money, time, kindness, compassion… all things he’d never give himself but would hand over to you alongside the shirt off of his back if you’d only ask.

Also. If he were on his own? No way in hell was he ever mentioning his career to anyone. He doesn’t need any fuckin’ discount or any facetious conversations where people thank him for killing foreigners in exchange for natural resources or whatever. But he will absolutely bring it up if he thinks it’ll get you special privileges somewhere.

[sosasturns]

valentine who?, shoota!chris

february twelfth, 9:59pm….

valentine's day items was everywhere-red and pink aisles full of stuffed animals, heart-shaped boxes, and overpriced flowers that would die in a week. couples all around, carts full of cliché gifts and last-minute surprises. you weren't the type to get caught up in the fairytale of it all, but the sight still made something twist inside you.

"you need anything else?" chris asked, pushing the cart with one hand, the other tugging at the hoodie he had thrown on before y'all left. he didn't even look at the decorations, didn't acknowledge the obnoxious love shit flooding the store.

you, on the other hand, were hyperaware of it.

"nah," you muttered, tossing a pack of gum in the cart. your tone was clipped, but chris didn't seem to notice-or maybe he just didn't care.

february thirteenth, 1:24am…

"bitch, i got my wax done before my shift, and let me just say, i'm feeling brand new," your coworker, maya, said as she leaned against the counter, adjusting her top. "smooth as hell. like a lil' dolphin."

you laughed, shaking your head as you poured a drink. "you so damn extra."

"whatever," she waved you off. "so, what's your man doing for you tomorrow?"

your stomach tightened. "not my man."

maya gave you a look. "girl, please."

you didn't answer. because truthfully? you didn't know what the hell chris was or doing for valentine's day-or if he was doing anything at all.

february thirteenth, 11:05pm…

you were over it. the silence. the avoidance. the way he acted like valentine's day wasn't even on the damn calendar.

"so, you really not gon' say shit?" you finally snapped, sitting on his couch, arms crossed.

chris, lounging in his chair, didn't even look at you. "say what?"

something small-a remote, a balled-up napkin, whatever was closest—left your hand and hit his chest. not hard, but enough to get his attention.

"don't play dumb, chris."

he sighed, rubbing his jaw. "you know i don't do that valentine's day shit."

you scoffed. "but you do every other holiday, huh? what, this one just don't matter?"

he finally looked at you. "you knew what this was."

your jaw tightened, heart pounding.

he wasn't wrong. but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"whatever," you muttered, shaking your head. you pushed up from the couch, grabbing your bag. "i'm not finna sit here and-"

"yo."

your hand paused on the strap of your bag. you looked at him over your shoulder, brows raised.

chris stretched his legs out, fingers tapping against his thigh. "we still on for tomorrow night?"

you stared at him for a beat, then rolled your eyes and headed straight for the door, leaving without another word.

february fourteenth, 11:57pm…

you should've ignored his text. should’ve ignored his calls. but now you were here-pressed against his mattress, legs wrapped around his waist, breathy moans slipping from your lips.

"knew you was gon' act up," he murmured against your skin, lips on your neck. "you just needed some sense fucked into you, huh?"

your fingers gripped at his back, nails digging in as he rocked into you, deep and steady-like he was the one going through the motions all week. like he wasn't the same man who ignored every hint you threw at him all week.

“uh-uhn, move your hand.”

like he didn't just pretend valentine's day wasn't a thing.

“move your fuckin’ hand.”

and it pissed you off.

“take this shit.”

“gotta put your ass in check.”

“fuck.”

because now, now he wanted to be all over you. now he wanted to fuck you like he had something to prove.

he hadn't even said the words, hadn't even tried— and yet here he was, hands gripping your waist, jaw tight, eyes locked on your pussy swallowing his dick like he needed this.

like you were supposed to just let it slide.

and yeah, you were letting him fuck you. but that didn't mean you weren't still mad as hell.

some time later, your body was still buzzing, chest rising and falling as you laid beside him, the heat between you two still thick in the air.

you were barely catching your breath when chris shifted, reaching toward the nightstand.

then something light landed on your stomach and this time it wasn’t his cum.

you blinked, looking down at the small swarovski gift bag before flicking your gaze back up to him.

"quit bitchin' and take it," he muttered, arm draped over his forehead like he was already seconds away from a migraine.

your heart stuttered.

because he was paying attention the whole time.

but before you could even say anything, he was already getting up, sweatpants hung low as hell, grabbing his controller off the dresser.

you rolled your eyes when you saw the game load up, shaking your head as he sank down at the foot of the bed, legs spread as he adjusted his headset.

"you’re so fucking annoying," you muttered, shifting under the covers and placing the bag on the nightstand near your phone.

"yeah, yeah," he muttered back, a smirk evident in his tone. "ain't hear you say nun of that earlier."

you sucked your teeth in response, turning to lay on your side.

even though he didn’t say those three words, you decided to say them for him.

“happy valentine’s day.”

@ sosasturns