#So have a wild Baby Boy

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[ Zexion ]

"I-- Trespassing?!"

Of all the things he could be accused of, of all the things he was doing wrong here, was the trespassing his greatest sin? That just fucking figured.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" So did that, actually. Nobody knew him. He was a shadow, a figment, barely a creature, a literal Nobody, and yet... He still felt very, very real.

"I suppose that's to be expected." His voice dropped conspiratorially, "Our reports show that this world is inhabited but not yet visited by the Organization as of yet. I suppose it would follow that you wouldn't understand my being here."

Standing up straight, he flicked his fringe out of his face and set his shoulders back. Thrusting out a hand, he offered what he hoped was a kind smile. Judging by how he felt his face moving, it was more of a grimace than anything else.

"Well, you may call me Zexion, and suffice it to say, I'm not from around here."

[ashleyeveerson]

Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help

[vaguely-concerned]

every time gricko semi-mockingly imitates kremy by going 'and then kremy'll be like 'waddadoo waddadoo fellas etc.', years get added to my lifespan and my skin clears

[crossbackpoke-check]

the deweys photos are from this video: https://youtu.be/5xTwJho44ao?si=bPw8MZZ327lCogVZ aren’t they just everything

kissing you and the minnesota wild official media team (with consent) full on the mouth, THANK YOU THIS VIDEO IS EVERYTHING 🥰🥰 i have seen pieces of it before i think (connor petting a shark 🥹) but the entire video start to finish is such a delight, 10/10 would recommend

[jellypawss]

We are deciding to keep the bird and have named him Toad. I’m getting him a tall sturdy cage and I hang out with him for about 10 hours a day (I will be looking for a buddy for him when I move.)

He loves take me to church by hozier and he falls asleep when I sing it to him.

He chirps and goes wild whenever I walk away from my desk to get me to come back 😭💗

I’ve also found a solution to keep the kitties away from him and they have not bugged him since, he will also have his own little area that will be safe at our new place.

Everyone welcome Toad to the family!

[fruitfulcreations]

MTL OC Week (Day 1): Duncan Hills Run

Styla looked up from her phone, following the up to the coffee shop’s front counter. She wasn’t sure why she agreed to do a coffee run for the band; Charles had requested it, and Styla wondered if it was to get her off the computer. Ever since the attack on Mordhaus, she’d been working non-stop, often pulling all-nighters, to make their systems impenetrable.

“Are you seriously working right now?”

She barely gave her co-worker a look, still scrolling. “I’m not working,” she said. A half-lie, it wasn’t really work. Charles’ voice echoed in her head, calling her actions ‘diligent’, instead.

Rolling his eyes, Danny reached over and slipped her phone out of her hand, clicking it off.

“Hey!”

“You can get this back after we get back to Mordhaus,” Danny said, sticking his tongue out in a cheeky grin. “Besides, we’re next.”

Shit. She didn’t realize the line had moved so quickly. She gave the barista the long list of varying orders, told her the name, and went to pay.

“You’re not getting yourself something?” The taller Klokateer was midway through placing his own order, tacking onto the ever expanding coffee list.

Styla’s brow began to furrow. “Uh, no? It’s just for the band.”

“Come on, Sty. Offdensen’s not gonna mind if we get ourselves a little treat.” Danny tapped the black plastic card on the counter as he spoke, grinning when she finally took notice. “Took it when you were distracted.”

The woman let out a groan, her brows furrowing more. He was really going to be the death of her. It was probably a bad idea, using the company card on themselves without Sire Offdensen’s permission. But… she also needed a pick-me-up after the shit she dealt with all weekend.

“Fine,” she said, flashing the barista an apologetic grimace. “I’ll get a small Colombian roast, two pumps of vanilla.”

“And I’ll get as many espresso shots as you can legally give,” Danny said, flashing the barista a cheeky wink.

As she took her first sip of coffee, Styla couldn’t help but marvel at how much little coffee runs could help.

[unknownarmageddon]

ight, DAILY HOZIER!!!

last two of wasteland, baby!!!! then we move on to an EP and THEN unreal unearth

just so i dont gotta redo everything tho, tomorrow you get three songs cuz i’d already taken pairs of songs, so tomorrow is the only time you get a three set

I ALMOST FORGOT FUCK wailing i was watching. snapcube dubs i forgot i had hozier homework /silly

but yippee yippee lesgo!!!

[caterjunes]

i just found a lump right at the base of peach's throat. it was his 2nd birthday like 2 days ago. he's been so so skinny recently and no matter how much we feed him he just won't put on weight and i just found a lump at the base of his throat.

[daughterofsarenrae]

sparrow has big 'if had been the first child there wouldn't have been a second child' energy

[kb11rd]

tsukishima hana you are my everything

[apollo-zero-one]

Man I can't believe I had the chance to go to a performing arts school up through middle school and I fuckin quit after 6 months just because I got bullied. BRO YOUR HOMEWORK WAS POETRY!! YOU HAD TO PRACTICE DANCING TO COTTON EYE JOE AS YOUR BIG UNIT TEST. GYM CLASS HAD A CIRCUS UNIT!! YOU HAD A WHOLE DAILY CLASS ON IMPROV!!! YOU FOOL!! YOU ABSOLUTE IMBICILE!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A YOUTUBER!!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN ONE OF THOSE TWEENAGERS GETTING LOADED BY MAKING SHITTY YOUTUBE SHORTS IN 2008-14!! But noooOoooOOOoo little miss Noellie (who WANTED TO GO!! who worked SO HARD and sent in an application essay and did an INTERVIEW to get in!!) couldn't handle disruptive classmates or little scuffles and petty grudges and general Attitude of the other students and cried to mommy to put her back in public school. I am EATING MY HAIR over what Could Have Been. I COULD BE SOMEONE'S ANNOYING YOUTUBER!! I could be a DISGRACED DISNEY CHANNEL STAR!! I could be an America's Got Talent winner! A mild to moderately successful comedian! I could be making short films!! But no no no precious thin skinned baby me heard a few new cus words and watched a teacher get heckled and begged to give up The Dream in favor of?? Quiet math tests?? I am such a fucking quitter I quit everything the second it gets too hard I always take the out as soon as it's offered what's my fucking damage.....

[redrobin-detective]

lipstick on your cape

“Robbie?” Tabitha looked up from the phone she wasn’t supposed to have on patrol at Nightwing. Hopefully Peg wouldn’t tattle on her to Bruce. “You got a little something on your cape. I think it’s that dark red lipstick they can probably see from the Watchtower.”

Beth examined her cape and, sure enough, there were some mysterious red smudges on the inner yellow lining, just past the right shoulder. She scrubbed at it with her gloves, how’d that even get there? Alfred would have a fit if this stained. Peg grunted as she sat down next to Tab on the edge of the building.

“So, do you wanna talk about it?” Peg asked, deceptively casual.

“About what?” Beth questioned.

“About why you’ve been sporting colored lips the last week,” Peg said softly. “I mean it’s pretty and all but its very,“ she paused. “It’s grownup. Are you trying to impress someone? I know things with you and Arianna are over but maybe someone on your team?”

“No, it’s not like that!” Beth blushed. “I don’t know, I thought it looked nice?”

“You’re 15 baby girl,” Peg said with a little frown. “You don’t need to look nice, you just need to be yourself. Especially as Robin.”

“I am being myself. I don’t have a reason, okay! I just thought it would be fun. I don’t know, I like girly stuff I guess. Its a safety risk to wear fun earrings or necklaces on patrol so, I don’t know, the other day I put on some lipstick and thought it looked cute so I kept doing it.”

Her mother had been a tomboy, more at home in the dirt than society but Tabitha had always been impressed at how she could transform. The nights they were home, when they had to play the part of the Drakes, were special. Mom would do her hair, nails and make-up just so and become someone else. She went from Tab’s flighty, distracted but stubborn mom to a princess. Her smiles were calculated, her posture perfect and she could glide across a ballroom in six inch heels and a sleek dress like she was born for it. And she had been but she’d rejected it for her dad and archeology but mostly archeology.

Tabitha loved computers and skateboards and comics and cars but she’d spent so many hours learning to style her hair in different ways, to paint her nails like a pro and to layer her lipstick like she was ready for murder. It was a side she hadn’t indulged in much lately. Being Robin was it’s own sort of freedom but it had its restrictions as well.

“I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,” Peg said thoughtfully, leaning back to look up at the moon. “I guess Jan and I set a bit of a precedent huh?” Robins were crime fighters. They laughed at criminals and fought against the worst of the worst. They were efficient, practical and inspiring. They didn’t wear lipstick. Beth brought a glove to cover her mouth.

“Sorry, I guess it’s not really appropriate, is it? I think I have some make up remover wipes in my belt.” Peg grabbed a hold of her wrist.

“No, no, keep it on,” Peg insisted. “It does look nice, you did a good job and it really compliments the red of your suit.” She shifted so they were holding hands. “My mom used to do me up in makeup before shows, so the audience could see our faces. I can still feel her fingertips running over my cheeks.” She said with a soft voice, eyes closed in memory. “Moving in with B, I couldn’t do makeup that extravagant. I had to make a good impression and then, as I got older, I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong impression from lipstick and eye shadow.” 

“It’s such a burden to be beautiful,” Tabitha said with an eye roll even though it kind of was. She saw the way people ogled Peg at events. Tab had tripped one particularly creepy guy right into the punch bowl. Bruce had given her a thumbs up across the hall.

“You’re not Jan, no one expects you to be,” Peg said softly. “We just want you to be yourself. That’s the beauty of being Robin, you get to be whoever you want to be.”

“And what about B?” Beth questioned.

“You introduced yourself by breaking B’s rules,” Peg said with a grin, breaking the hand hold to ruffle Tab’s hair. She angrily straightened her clip and re-fluffed her bangs. Just because Nightwing just had a simple ponytail doesn’t mean some vigilantes didn’t care about merging style and function. “I think you’ll be fine.”

“Hmm, okay,” Beth said, scooting over to lean on Peggy’s shoulder. She loved her mom, missed her a lot but having a big sister was pretty great too. “You could add a little color to your lips too if you want.”

“I think I’ll pass. I’ve seen the colors you wear, baby bird,” Peg chuckled.

“Well how about your hair?” Tab asked, sitting up. “I could teach you how to do a simple french braid, or more fancy if you’d like. Still be functional but adds a little bit of style.”

“Tomorrow, my place, my hands always cramp after too long using the grapples. I’ll order some of that disgusting pizza you like,” Peg grinned. Tabitha grinned, her lips a dark ruby red under the Gotham moonlight.

Robin didn’t do her make up every night. Some nights she was running late, finishing clipping on her cape as she ran to the Batmobile. Other times she was too tired, too pained, just not in the mood for such frivolities. But other nights, she sculpted her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil. She rubbed primer, foundation, blush, sealant on her face that could hold up against wind, rain and rogues. She poured over her ever growing collection of lipsticks and lipstains and picked a color that spoke to her.

Red was for when she was feeling daring, bold, she had many different variations of the color but deliberately shied away from Joker red. When Spoiler took to the streets she acquired all sorts of different purples to complement the laughing boy’s costume. Pink was for when she felt soft but strong, when she was making a statement to the worst of Gotham that it couldn’t change her. Black was only to be used on the nights she knew would be bad. Bart got her a glittery gold one that she loved but used sparingly because it caught the light easily. Peg had laughed when when Tab shown up once with Nightwing blue lips, her braided hair dancing in the breeze.

She was Robin, she was a hero, a role model, a symbol. But she was also a girl, a girl who loved dresses that flared out when she spun and lots of shiny, sparkly dangles and doodads and she loved the taste of matte lipstick as she jumped into the fight. Sometimes people were just a pile of different things all mushed together. And the rest of the world was going to just have to get over it.

[ephemeral-winter]

i don’t want to be a hater about someone’s new baby but after seeing several facebook posts i need to say it: my fellow overeducated white american jews need to cool it on giving their children contemporary israeli hebrew names. I promise that there are other less cringe ways to signal your ongoing investment in the jewish american nonprofit industrial complex to your peers

[hakuryuu]

unstoppable force (desire to start a new story and write something new for nano) vs immovable object (Brain Fucking Broken)

[jokerislandgirl32]

His Face 😭….Please, The Man Needs A Hug…

I just wanna hug him, feed him, and coo sweet nothings into his ear, while stroking his face, all to convince him that he is loved and appreciated.

[sunarc]

Based on this nsfw audio

Boys who absolutely lose themselves when they sink their cock into your pussy. They go from being this beefy big scary man to a whimpering moaning mess. He has his face shoved into the crook of your neck while his hands grip your legs spreading them apart so he can shove himself deeper inside of you. His whimpers are so loud and anyone outside of you would never think that he would lose himself whimpering begging you to let him cum inside of you. 

“Oh fuck please baby let me make you mine baby please” he pants breathlessly into your ear. 

His moans sound so pretty paired with his wild thrust. He can barely think straight. The only thought that plagues his mind is how good your pussy feels sucking his cock in. He sounds like a broken record whining for you begging for your pussy. 

“Feels so good baby I- I cant stop” he stutters out barely able to form a dull sentence. 

He’s so pussy drunk off of you. His fingers dig into your skin as he plunges his cock into, fucking you as if he were feral. 

“Mine, Mine Mine” he chants like a choir. 

Your moans mix in with his creating a tune he never wants to forget. Moments like this he can’t help but fuck himself into overstimulation. He just loves the feeling of your warmth sucking him in, creating loud wet noises to match his reckless thrust. His voice is shaky as he whimpers about how good your pussy feels. His hands push your thighs up folding you into a mating press so that he can see how perfect your pussy looks sucking him in. He’s so mesmerized by the sight. The way your pussy creams around his cock creating a mess he promises to clean up with his tongue. 

“My pretty baby” his eyes are wide and filled with lust. 

He’s long gone consumed by the pleasure. His hips slam against yours as he promises himself to you whispering and begging you to let him be yours. To anyone else he’s a scary man looks like he could kill you with his stare alone but to you he’s a sweet baby who just needs to have his cock shoveled deep inside of you to feel good. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby please can I cum in your pretty pussy please let me cum” his eyes are squeezed shut while he fucks his cock so deep into you, you can barely think straight yourself. You nod your head too weak to speak. He throws his head back whimpering a sighing thanking you for being his good baby. When he cums he gets louder. He grunts and whimpering trembling as his cock dips in and out of you while his cum drips down the side. He slips his cock out of you gasping at the sudden release from your hole. He kneels down licking a long strip of the cum that drools down between your folds. 

“Let me help clean you up baby, promise I’ll do a good job”

Gojo, Megumi, Yuta, Atsumu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Oikawa, Connie, Armin, Jean