#THEIR LIDDLE PILLOWS!!!

[citrus-cactus]

After 20 years of the bare minimum, the Frontier content is being unleashed like there’s no tomorrow. I mean, LOOK AT THIS?????????

HGFHFGHHGF WAIT WHAT

WHAT THE FU— 😭💖🌙💯💯🤩🤯‼️‼️

Ahem. Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention. I’m not on Twitter, so this is the first I’ve seen of these. More new art, a popup store, an adorable theme, the Year of Frontier continues, this series is finally getting it’s day in the sun, I’m not ok, I am vibrating, I’M

Look at them!!!

[novorehere]

No new Pokémon mystery dungeon… not sure how to cope with this news

[pyroskinesis]

btw this is my first lizard, cubone 🦴

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 464, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) neonatal death

WORDS: 1127

I smiled as I woke up slowly, finding that the kids had creeped in at some point during the night and were now curled up tightly around my husband, unborn daughter and I. I had started sleeping with my soulmate acting as the big spoon, not liking sleeping on my back while pregnant- it just felt weird.

Baby Tommy and little girl were boxed in with pillows on either sides of them, the two of them with their dollies as they slept peacefully. Elizabeth  was sleeping on her side with her knees curled up, Elle next to her with her American Girl doll eyes shut. Katie was sprawled out, seemingly taking up much of the bed as she snored softly.

I love my family, I found myself thinking as I fluttered a hand to my baby bump, smiling when I felt Baby Violet Marie awake and twirling about.

KICK KICK KICK PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH

“Good morning, Baby Violet Marie,” I giggled. “You are currently thirty weeks along and you are the size of a cabbage right now!”

KICK

“Good morning mommy!” Katie greeted me in a sleepy meep. “Happy birthday!”“You’re right, mo stór!” I told her. “Today is my birthday!”

“Yay yay!” cheered Baby Tommy as he slowly woke up. “Yay yay!”

“And today is little girl’s birthday!” Elizabeth proclaimed as she woke up.

“Yay yay!” giggled Baby Tommy as he rolled over and sat up. “Liddle gurl’s biwtdai! Yay yay!”

“Yay yay!” I cooed, reaching over to tickle my fingers onto his chubby man tummy. Baby Tommy got a weird look on his face before-

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT

Everyone scrambled up- my with little girl and his dollie in my arms and the girls with their American Girl mini mes.

“Good morning everyone!” Peter yawned just then. “Well, not exactly how I wanted to wake up this morning.”

“My love…” I choked out, herding the kids with me out into the hallway, where we could breathe a bit easier.

Mittens came up the stairs just then and went into the master bedroom before exiting with a funny look on her catish face.

MEOW she yowled, making a swift beeline over to where the Ratajczyk girls- myself, Elizabeth, Elle, Katie, Jing, little girl and her dollie- were standing as we waiting to be joined by my husband and son once more. MEOW

“Meow yourself, miss kitty!” I sassed her, giggling as Katie stooped down and picked up the fluffy black and white cat up for some snuggles with little girl and Mama Wen Wen.

“Mitties!” giggled little girl, reaching out to pat in between her ears.

“Yes, that’s right, little girl!” I cooed as Elizabeth came up to take her from me. “Mittens!”

MEOW meowed Mittens before erupting into rumbling purrs.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

“Pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty…” little girl sang in a happy babble, cooing as Mittens reached out and began to gently bap at the child’s nose.

“Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur,” I sang. “Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr.”

“Mama Wen Wen, mesies song?” little girl meeped.

“Yes, that’s right!” I told her as Peter was lumbering out from the master bedroom. “That song is the baseline for your song!”

“Kitty kitty!” she crowed. “Papa Pete- kitty kitty!”

“Oh yes, I know!” he told her, handing me Baby Tommy before carrying me down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Where is Daisy?” I asked, spying the dog with Shadow curled into her side. “Good dog!”

Daisy whined, not getting up as Elizabeth went over to pet her.

“Daddy?” she called out as Peter settled me into my chair at the dining room table.

“Yes, Bitty?” he asked, looking up as she appeared in the doorway, her hands clutching at a limp Shadow.

“I think Shadow is dead,” she announced in a sad tone of voice, offering the cat to her father.

“Oh no, Shadow!” My heart broke at the sight of my husband cradling his pet to his chest as he fought back tears.

“My love?” I said, pulling him to kneel in between his legs. “It’s okay to cry. You can be vulnerable with me.”

His lower lip tremored for a moment before he was sobbing into my chest, cradling his dead pet in his arm. Elizabeth set Elle down into her chair and left the room, coming back with an empty shoebox, which she set onto the table before wrapping her arms around her father.

It took Peter the better part of an hour before he was out in the backyard, digging a grave for the slim black cat. Katie was holding the shoebox that contained the body of the much beloved pet, and Elizabeth was holding the hands of little girl and Baby Tommy. Isabelle was holding all four dollies and I was sitting in a chair as the excitement was happening.

The funeral was quiet and somber, with everyone sharing a sentence about the skittish cat. The babies didn’t seem to understand what was going on as the Ratajczyk patriarch set the shoebox into the ground and covered it with dirt.

“My love?” I hummed when he finished, standing there staring at the impromptu gravesite with teary eyes. “Would you like it if I planted some flowers over Shadow? I’m thinking catnip, perhaps?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled as Mittens trotted over and sniffed at Shadow’s final resting place. “Yeah, that does sound nice.”

“Okay then,” I smiled, settling into his chest with a soft coo as the family relocated back inside again. “I’ll get to it after Baby Violet Marie is born, okay?”

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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PETER STEELE TAGLIST

@rock-a-noodle

@ch3rry-c01a

[scribblygryphon]

i think my desk is haunted :3

[treacheuryouswhore]

convinced she is the reason my skin is always fucked up but what am i gonna do? tell her she can't lay on my pillows even tho they are literally the perfect cat sized bed?

[jedimaesteryoda]

How do we approach the study of Muad'Dib's father? A man of surpassing warmth and surprising coldness was the Duke Leto Atreides. Yet, many facts open the way to this Duke: his abiding love for his Bene Gesserit lady; 

"Ned! Ah, but it is good to see that frozen face of yours."

“This is not Ned, this is not the man I loved, the father of my children. His hands were clasped together over his chest, skeletal fingers curled about the hilt of some longsword, but they were not Ned's hands, so strong and full of life . . . nothing remained of the warm flesh that had pillowed her head so many nights, the arms that had held her.”

the dreams he held for his son; 

"‘… let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them,’ he prayed”

the devotion with which men served him. 

"Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.”

“’This march was madness. More dying every day, and for what? Some girl?’ ‘Ned's girl,’ said Morgan Liddle . . .  ‘Ned's girl,’ echoed Big Bucket Wull."

You see him there--a man snared by Destiny, a lonely figure with his light dimmed behind the glory of his son. Still, one must ask: What is the son but an extension of the father?

-from "Muad'Dib, Family Commentaries" by the Princess Irulan

-Dark hair, grey eyes. Check. 

-An even-handed and compassionate ruler. Check.

-Father figure to the hero(es). Check.

- Taken from his home on the orders of the reigning monarch to oversee a domain only to be murdered by his treacherous foes with a golden lion sigil. Check. 

[onewomancitadel]

god the cinder is orange thing makes me a little crazy because you know who else wears orange on team evil. mercury. especially in his v8 outfit update. what does it mean what does it all mean dot jpeg (is it to foil yang? is it to make him his own blue/orange compliment? is it for cinder? is it supposed to represent how mercury is similar to the "truer" version of cinder? idk but i choose to believe it means mercury/cinder reconciliation will be important to cindemption. and also theyre gonna share the orange spot in team rainbow)

Oh thank you for this....

Yes Mercury also gets blue in his V8 update, just like Nora does (he gets a darker one, Nora gets a lighter one). If Mercury gets both blue/orange and Emerald gets black/white, then those are all... theoretically Cinder colours, if she's paired with Jaune

Lol

I'm not sure I'd say Mercury is similar to the 'truer' Cinder, Mercury and Emerald are pretty even splits. I think that's why Mercury going in deeper with Salem and Emerald managing to leave represent Cinder's internal conflict and cognitive dissonance. I would also see Emerald/Mercury reconcilation as the step to Cindemption, I'm not sure there's anything Mercury can do for Cinder on Salem's side still, not especially when he's already functionally 'left' her.

If they both share the liddle orange spot I'll be happy forever. It makes so much sense....... team rainbow indeed...

I just want to note that small realisation that Emerald and Mercury have moved towards theoretically Cindemption slash Knightfall????? colours (anybody not familiar with this can find under this tag) makes me want to pillow scream, what is going on, am I going crazy

[pissfizz]

as a kid in order to get to sleep, riku would have to lie against tenn so he was slightly upright and it made his breathing easier or something like that (i dont really remember exactly why but like its apparently one of the only ways he got to sleep) ANYWAY he told tamaki and sogo about that and i think tamaki told iori that if he ever heard coughing he should go over and be rikus pillow and, if it werent for it being the middle of the night when no one else could see them iori wouldnt do it. but he does get really worried and does end up checking on riku and being like “…i can be your pillow… if its gonna help. no other reasons”

also while im here look at baby riku and tenn

Oh my GOD THATS SO WHOLESOME

AND LOOK AT THEM THEYRE SO LIDDL ONG THEYRE SO FUCKING CUTE AND FOR WHAT

[theworstjedi]

Backalley Medicine.

The heavy smell of blaster fire settled on the back of Friyr’s throat, making him cough. He was bleeding. He could smell the rusty smell under the sting of laser cauterized flesh.

He kicked the blaster he dropped away from the security officer’s prone body. He’d pistol whipped a good-sized concussion into her, but he didn’t want her to start blasting again when she came to.

Friyr’s fingers shook as he pulled a burner holo from inside his robes. The pads of his fingers fed him too many details about the way the cheap plas felt weird against his skin. The seams of where it had been melted togther bothered him at the best of times, but his mind was racing through sensory input at miles a minute, as though the fight was still happening. Unable to slow down.

“Sudas,” he mumbled as he punched in the frequency by muscle memory.

The buttons were stiff and slow, and the Jedi cursed again before he got the number right. It rang in a tinsly tone once before the holo flared to life. The light flare made Friyr’s head dance with pressure points.

“I need a doctor or something,” he said without wating for a greeting. “Some contact I was talkin’ to drank somethin’ spiked an’ attacked me. She needs to live.”

“Where are you?” the staticky figure asked.

“I need her to live-- uhhhh-- Sudas.” He  pressed the inside of his wrist to his forehead. He knew it popped him out of frame, but the cool pressure relieved the tension building inside of his head. Kark sighted people.“--Where am I?” He exhaled. “Red-- Red Light. Red Light District. ‘M in the Howlin’ Gauntlet slums.”

“You’re in luck. There’s a clinic on Boonta and one-fifteenth.”

“That’s-- That’s cross the way. Thanks.”

“Force be with you, Knight Illust--”

Friyr punched the disconnect key.

____

Zentra’s body was heavy. She was slipping. His arms were insufficiently skinny and his chest was narrow. Illustratum was built for running from one moment to the next. He wizzed away before life’s teeth caught up at him. He wasn’t durable, and he was woefully aware of this as Zentra’s body weighed the Jedi to the empty street pavement. He stumbled forward blindly, darting into the street before his arms could fully fail and running across it with the recycled wind in his ears.

The metal-pave of the other side caught his sandal, a droid screamed behind him, and the world tipped. Friyr’s heart fell into his mouth as the moment slowed itself amidst the panic. His arm holding Zentra’s legs had stretched out as though to stop the ground rushing up. They both lurched to a stop mid motion as the Force’s arms caught them both midtumble and lowered them both down to the metal ground.

Cold. Scuffed. It did bad things to his skin that cold sweat didn’t allieviate, but Friyr didn’t linger. Had to move on. Had to move on. He was vaguely aware of being on his knees (haha) and unthinkingly was digging his hands into Zentra’s arm pits and dragging backward aimlessly. His need to keep moving quenched the terror of being blind and lost in a world so many used their eyes to navigate.

“More to the right, Jedi.”

Friyr’s shoulders relaxed as the grumbly layers of Zentra’s wan voice flushed into the air. He didn’t allow himself to stop, but he did pause as she stirred. Grunting to pick herself up witha few choice Huttese words.

“I hate to say it, but I’m glad they didn’t get you. Where-- where did they go?”

Instead of answering, Friyr lifted under her pits until the weight of her rose. She stumbled against him, grasping for purchase on his arms. His breath staggered for a second, but Friyr stayed steady.

“That might be a liddle bit better.”

She sagged against his shoulder groaning and cracking the pain in his chest open with a fresh mallet. But she was here, and something frantic inside of Friyr’s chest settled with a finality. The body he held, the Force murmured, was a corpse already. The Force lingered. Over her, like a buzzard and in other people who saw them.

People didn’t spare the two a second glance. And Friyr - who was used to wide berths normally - could feel the tension of their repulsion to death and violence pricking at him. They emptied several blocks. “We’re goin’ to the clinic on Boonta. Tell me where to go. You c’n pull my clothes in a certain direction if you can’t talk. It’ll be slow, but I’ll eventually figure you out.”

Her hair tickled his cheek as she nodded. “Okay, Jedi. You’re facing the right way.”

She walked, both of them clinging to each other the way they were clinging onto life. Zentra was slower than he was. For every two steps his heels scuffed into the metal, she took one and a half. They ambled, like a  two headed akk. Their pulse was too slow. The lukewarm stale air around them was growing too cold. But Friyr was determined.

“Where are they?” she asked again.

“Where’re who?” Friyr asked as calmly as he could between clipped breaths.

“There were monsters, and I couldn’t see you anymore, and one of them-- lunged at me.”

Friyr winced as Zentra’s body shuddered. He wanted to tell her the monsters were dead. Sheilding her from the processing of her own horror the way one might shield a child. But Zentra was no child, and he needed her sharp.

“You had a bad trip,” Friyr said with a  heavy heart. “The water bottles’re spiked with whatever made the other two shooters go crazy.”

Zentra let loose a string of profanities. “Aren’t you a Jedi? Can’t you feel that stuff?”

“I-- The Force didn’ tell me until you’d already-- I think this is how the Force meant to show me.”

“You’re so bad at your job, the Force needed me to-- Kark. You remember what happened to those other people? The drug bleeds them, Illustratum. It bleeds them.”

Friyr remembered. He nodded silently.

“And you’re just okay with that?”

Friyr responded shakily. “Me personal? I don’ know what ‘m okay with. I trust in the Force and--if she’s takin’ you back,” he sighed a hot dry breath. “then its your time, Zentra. Not a thing I c’n do to stop it. But I need to know what you know, we can stop other people from..."

There was only the scuff of their boots for a few precious seconds on the metal.

“We’re almost there,” Zentra said softly.

Her voice below his ear was meek and he could smell the traces of stim coating the air. Hospitals smelled clean, but there was nothing more pungent than the shacks that took in bodies on Nar Shaddaa. Friyr had to fight down bile to stop his stomach from rolling.

“Jedi?” she asked, turning Friyr’s thoughts from morbidity.

“Mmn.”

“If you end up in a story, make my part a good one. I took down two gangsters and a Hutt ‘fore I went down. Real blaze of glory stuff.”

Friyr laughed shakily. The sound escaping his lips dislodged something in his throat, making his face flush hot and his brain shut off in a doorway that smelled recklessly chemical. He scrubbed at his cheek with a sleeve to wipe away any tears, but his face was dry.

“Hey! We need help!” he shouted into the darkness. The rest of Nar Shaddaa soundlessly shouted the same words back through the Force

___

“Kark, you wanna scare everyone else in here more or what? Think you’re the only one who’s having a bad night?” the doctor had said, then had shoved his body into a bed and something up his arm.

And Zentra-- Zentra was somewhere to his right. This had been both a relief and a torment once the Force around her started to sound like death.

“You must be pretty jumped up, guy. The amount of pain killers you’re on should’ve put you under an hour ago,” she sounded like she was talking through a wall. The world was-- a radio out of tune.

“No, I feel ‘em,” Friyr responded delayed. “I just-- when did she die?”

“She’s stable,” the doctor who had told him to shut up when he came in, sounded tired now. “Remember? Your girlfriend’s stable, and you were shot in the chest four times. You need to save your strength worrying.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” She had been investigating the murders with him and would’ve hated any insinuation she and Friyr had known each other tangibly. “You’re a bad doctor,” Friyr mumbled.

The Force ate at the edge of his soundscape, pressing his broken cheek against the pillow.

“I’m a bad Jedi,” Friyr mumbled even more quietly.

“Why is everyone in the slums half-crazy before they get here?” the doctor muttered. “Even the Jedi’re loony.”

Somewhere in Friyr’s tired brain, he new she would’ve dismissed him had he not the robes and lightsabers to proove it... He was.... fading... to the hum of...... narcotics......... slugging through his veins. He could almost.................................... see them if he tried. But he...... could still hear...................................................................... Zentra’s song............................................................................................................ fading. Faster than he ..........................................................................................................did.

...........................................................................................................................

“What the fuck is going on?” The doctor sounded urgent.

............................................................. “Hemorraging? .......Impossible......she.. stable! She was just stable. I need twenty mils of..............”

Zentra sounded wet, and the air was rusty, like the inside of a body without the body smell. ....... Friyr’s brain at delay supplied that a ‘hemorrage’ was a lot of blood. ............... He bet Sahley could’ve told him.......................

“We can use her parts for someone else....”

...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Why were hospitals always cold when you woke up? Not that he was complaining. Air against his bare skin had always steadied him. Friyr couldn’t feel his fingers, but he could flex them. The short nails scraped into his palm jaggedly. Ah, well. There went his acrylics. They had cost a lot. Friyr idly wondered how much Zentra must’ve cost on the black market without stopping to think where he’d learned the knowledge that she was to be recycled.

The air smelled like every cheap cleaner in the world and like security agent insides. He should know, he used that brand and Zentra had died on his watch.

He bent his arm. Much like getting stiff doll limbs to marrionette, Friyr’s body responded jerkily. The needle in his arm was tight. Frankly, the mental numbness just meant the traumatic parts had passed; he could work again for a little before it caught back up to him.

He paused. Realizing for a second that he hadn’t been bare when he came in. His fingers came up to touch his chest. Instad of skin, gauze snagged at his finger pads in that skin-crawlingly rough texture. It took all of Friyr’s willpower not to yank them off. As if on response, his chest ached deeply. Sudas, he felt pulverized.

“At least the guys’ll find the scars hot when you get back out there.”

Friyr’s head snapped to the sound of a familiar Core Wolder voice to his left, and his chest ow.

"What’re you doin’ here?” the Jedi whimpered despite himself.

“Why’d you think HQ sent you here? I’m apparently an organ harvester lookin’ to make a clean run, Investigator Illustratum.”

Friyr frowned at the allusion to their mutual disingenuity and shushed.

“It’s fine, everyone’s gone. You and your contact were the last of the night. The doctor went to clear her head.... Who did that to you?”

Friyr tilted his head grimly to the right where--- Zentra had been and the smell of her citrus cleaner blood remained.

The undercover Republic plant whistled. “No kidding? Your contact ambushed you? We really need to vet these psychos properly. I thought she was just Cartel.”

“She... was.” Friyr puased, loathe to try and unpack how wrong the past-tense sounded. His tongue dragged agaisnt his dry lips instead. “She drank something that drove her up the wall--” Friyr tried to gesture with an arm, but they wouldn’t lift without a fresh nauseating roll of pain.

Ah. Reality. Welcome back.

A warm hand rested on his forearm. “Take it easy.”

Friyr shook his head without thinking. “I have work to do.” A fearful sweat popped into existence along the craig of his skinny shoulder bones. “I hate hospital beds. You know that. And--?” Friyr wore at the sheets beneath him with his broken nails. They were the kind of soft that only threadbare brought.

“And--?”

“There’s a guy who died from Howlin’ Gauntlet a little while back. Outside of territory. He was stabbed, but a sniper got him or somethin’.”

“Ah-- heard about that one. There was no holovid feed of it happening or something? All the cameras had been taken offline. It was probably just some gang killing, honestly. Everyone’s got a slicer these days. Probably some guys looking to digitally flex a little on the Gauntlet.”

Friyr shook his head at the expense of another nauseated roll. “I think-- I think it’s connected. Too much is goin’ on with that sector. I gotta rule it out myself.”

The other agent exhaled, and there was a few beats of silence before his clothing rustled. Friyr listened to the other man tap tap tap. A digital chime of confirmation. “I can get the body here for you to do your uhh-- thing. One of our guys’ll move it. Pretend it’s a part scrap or something.” Friyr winged at the phrasing. “Do you need help with it?”

“I don’ think I can stand by myself.”

“I’ll help you piss, then we can do your space magic. But first--” The agent began fiddling with something that pulled at the line in Friyr’s arm. The tugging sensation made him curl a lip. There was a pressurized hiss and the fiddling stopped.

“Goody!” Friyr rasped in a highly disaffected manner. Perhaps the first time in a while he hadn’t been enthused about another man talking about his dick. “Also uh-- start puttin’ recalls or warnings out about the bottled water or something.”

“Bottled water? Why?”

“It’s what she drank.”

“Force. Okay. I can tell field agents, but we can’t go public with this.”

“But--”

“None of that Jedi talk about morals,” the agent cut Friyr off. “If you expose the lead, the guy’ll know he’s been fingered. You should lay low for a while.”

The fight left Friyr’s body. His neck rolled back onto the pillow. His veins were warm and tingly. “I hate that,” was all he managed to say beneath the outrage stuck in his throat. Partially for the dead people he’d met this morning, for Zentra, and for every person on Nar Shaddaa looking for a way off of it. ... Partly because he realized that pressurized hiss had been the SIS agent dosing him with more pain meds.Then sleep collapsed onto his small abused body like a ton of bricks in that ramshackle slum clinic.

[barrelobonkers]

My liddle babycat was at the school for a week and a half for education purposes and now he's home and I missed him so much 😭 for the time that I was able to sleep he was curled up against my chest literally with his head on my pillow.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 462, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) neonatal death

WORDS: 1212

Grace Meldey 3 in 1 Car Seat, SIZE 3 IN 1- Infant, Baby, Young Child, in green and pink

Hopefish 3PACK Full Bust Seamless Nursing Maternity Bras Bralette with extra bra extenders and clip, in green AND blue, size M/L

Crib Sheets Set 2 Pack, in yellow and white, in HONEYBEE YELLOW

Infantino Flip Advance 4 in 1 Carrier- in pink/ purple AND green/ green

Sprinkles the Jellyfish Clip on Baby Toy

Bright Starts Easy Grasp Classic Ball, in CLASSIC COLORS

Pharmedoc Pregnancy Pillow, C-Shape Full Body Pillow, in blue and white

Burts Bees Baby Shampoo and Wash, in original scent, in size 16 OZ

Soft Wood Baby Hair Brush

I smiled as I added to Baby Violet Marie’s Amazon wish list. I was propped up with dozens of pillows offering me some very much well needed lumbar support and had a bowl of freshly washed blueberries at hand to nibble on while I worked.

“Good morning sweetheart!” I looked up and smiled at my husband, his hair damp and manly chest glistening under the steam as he stepped out of the bathroom with his sweatpants riding low on his hip. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I did, yes, my love!” I told him with a smile, arching my back as I stretched, setting my laptop computer off to the side as I stood up. I giggled as he came up to my front and lifted me. A short scream flew out of my mouth before I lopped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles into the small of his back as a deep chuckle rumbled up from his chest.

“My woman…” He pulled me up to press our lips together.

“Mamamamamamama! Dadadadadadadadada!”

We both pulled away and looked over at the door, where Baby Tommy was standing on the other side of the baby gate, Daisy on one side and Mittens on his other side.

Peter was chuckling as he carefully settled me back down onto the bed, gently cupping the side of my face in his hand as he checked in with me for a moment before diverting his attention to his son. He opened the baby gate for him and stepped aside as the quartet entered- Baby Tommy, his dollie, Daisy and Mittens.

The chubby little man scampered over to me on the bed, his little feet going PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT as he rushed towards my motherly love, and much to my amused shock, hoisted himself up onto the bed with the help of Daisy, who pushed him up with her head. Mittens just jumped up onto the bed next to him, curling up into a tight ball before beginning to purr loudly as she drifted off to sleep.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

“It’s you birthday today, Baby Tommy!” Peter cooed, chuckling as we both laid down and had our son and his dollie army crawling his way up to us before climbing onto his father’s chest.

“Yay yay!” he cheered happily. “Yay yay!”

“Happy baby!” I announced as he curled himself in closely to his unborn sister. “Do you love Baby Violet Marie?”

“I lob my liddle sissy!” he announced, working my sleep shirt up so that he could press a lazy MWAH to my popped out tummy.

KICK PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH KICK KICK

“You’ll be the bestest big brother to Baby Violet Marie, won’t you?” I murmured as I began to carefully finger comb his soft baby curls out from his face. “Baby Tommy, I do think you’ve inherited your daddy’s hair color, and my curl texture!”

“Fuk.”

“BABY TOMMY-”

~xoXox~

@Mary_Claire_ Ratajczyk _Official, happy birthday 2nd to Baby Tommy! His first demand for the day was early morning cuddles with mommy and daddy, followed by pancakes and bananas for breakfast! This chubby little man is so spoiled with love and kisses it’s really ridiculous! He is an equally loved member of the family, and I can’t wait to see what he’ll be up to in ten years!

#happybirthdaybabytommy #leobaby #june30 #2yearsold #chubbylittleman #ratajczykfamily #livelaughlove

@kellykent, happy birthday, Baby Tommy! for his birthday gift, I made a donation to Superheroes Love Heroes, just like last year! For those of you out there, their Instagram is @superheroesloveheroes

@Pete­r_Steele===========8) he’s such an adorable little boy!

@midnightshadowpuppet, wow, two already!

@chocolaterobotchicken, you’ll blink next and he’ll be off for college, mark my words!

@lzziegreen, happy birthday Baby Tommy!

I smiled at the overspilling love in the backyard- little girl and her daddies, my three older brothers who had social media, Anna and the twins, Jackie, Sammi and Baby Noah, Peter’s four sisters, their daughters and granddaughters. Everyone had brought something to share- cupcakes, fruit, cookies, and veggies and ranch dip. Aaron had once more, volunteered himself to work his portable barbeque, and was happily manning the burgers and hot dogs.

“I got it, sweetheart!” Peter called out as he went back inside the house to answer the doorbell, Baby Tommy and little girl both cradled in his elbows. He came back out no more then five minutes later with Walter carrying Baby Kit and a gift bag messily stuffed with tissue paper.

“Tom Tom?” she called out, whining until her father settled her down. Peter set the babies down and watched as they fondly went up to the blind little girl before leading her over to where Isabelle, Anna and the girls were seated under the big tree.

“Thanks again for inviting us,” he said as he stood awkwardly. “She hasn’t stopped talking about Baby Tommy since we met last week.”

“Yes, well, she’s a sweet child,” I smiled as Baby Kit was settled into Anna’s lap. “All of the kids are sweet- Aria is a natural born leader who loves reading and writing. Evie is a wonderful artist and a kind girl who will give you the shirt off her back if she sees that you are in need. Elizabeth is a kind hearted girl who wants to become a veterinarian when she grows up. Katie is a bubbly child who loves school and wants to study viking history in college.”

“Food’s ready!” Aaron called out just then, loading up a couple of patters with the freshly cooked food. “Come and get it!”

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[selfshippinglover]

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Thanks SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE SPAMMING KENNY! I LOVE GETTING THESE!! Also, I was gonna try soembody else but after the last one but brain be like DISSY HOURS NOW!!

A Reminder that under NO CIRUMSTANCES SHOULD ANY MINORS GO LOOK UP HIS SOURCE as it’s very NSFW at times!!

Oh this, this is adorable! Really though, hiding behind wings when you’re embarassed is SUPER CUTE AND I WILL LOVE IT FOREVER

(WHOOPS THIS IS GETTING LONG LOL)

The context for this is an April fool’s joke ship post with the pony version of Jack Harkness but I love this unironically because of how soft it is?? THE BLUSH, THE EARS, THE ANIME SPARKLY EYES!!HJJHHJ IT’S SOOOOO ADORABLE!!

He’s just getting out of a pool here but IT’S JUST SO CUTE?? THE LIDDLE WING FLOPPYS?? THE :< FACE?? THE EYES?? DHJGHGJDGHJ TOO CUT OVERALL! LOOKS LIKE A CAT AND I WANNA PET!!

I’m not going to put all the pillow pics in here for obvious reasons but I HAVE to talk about them! I love them because they feel very intimate. Like, he’s sad and a liddle shaken up so he’s come to the room, to the pillow, to a place that reminds him of a time where he liked himself better to vent. It just feels o persoanl and intimate. Like, this is where we would lay together on long nights and vent and cry and hold one another. I love the little things guys QwQ

He’s a few moments from going full Discorded mode here and I just LOVE THE ATMOSPHERE! THE SADISTIC SMILE CREEPING UP ON HIS FACE, THE SHADOWED EYES THAT GIVE YOU ONLY AN IDEA OF WHAT HE’S THINKING UP, THE POSTURE, THE FUR STARTING TO GET DARKER!! LIKE, you DO NOT WANNA BE THE NEXT PONY HE MEETS IN THIS PLACE SDHJJHFSHJKF 

I just LOVE HOW MUCH THIS COMMUNICATES

He’s literally just talking to the audience sarcastically here and just XD What a little shit XD He does not give a shit and it’s cute XDD Also, the eye coloring and shining that dramatizies it is very preddy!!

i just LOVE HOW INTENSE THIS GLARE IS THAT IS ALL

okay but do i even have to say why I love his adorable liddle face here?? LIke, you adorable flirt you! >///<

AWWWW HE’S SO EXCITED! THE POSE, THE EYES, THE GOSH THE EVERYTHING!! These make me want to smooch him all over his cut little face!! ^///^

The wings are drawn AMAZINGLY! Really, though, I love this picture for conveying a lot of emotion! Like, he’s shaking, he’s clearly on the brink of a breakdown and he’s scared all in one picture and it shows! How they capture it all I’ll never know but GOD I APPRECIATE IT

*cries* Everytime I see this picture EVERYTIME I JUST

There’s a pull in my chest! CAUSE HE WANTS TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE?? LIKE WITH ME?? AND LIKE, HE TRUSTS ME??? I JUST

GOD ONE LOOK TELLS ME I’D RUN AWAY WITH HIM IN A HEARTBEAT FOR SURE

CUTIE ALERT! CUTIE ALERT! Like, ho can I resist the bashful Doc?? The blush! THE EYES! THE SINCERITY! THE JOY DESPITE IT ALL! THIS IS WHAT HE DESERVES! THIS WHAT I WANT HIM TO FEEL! 

Really, I like to think that as he starts to come to terms with his feelings, he looks at me and/or talks about me with this expression >3

[ticklish-big-buttons-on-clothes]

Tickling Torment 2

Tickle Buttons! …. Hahahahahaa!’

‘The book is on the lower shelf … Hahahahahaa! … Pleazzzzze Loook Again! …. Hahahaa!’

He went to look again and came back

‘Still don’t see it’

‘ NOOOOOOO! …. LOOK AGAIN! …. Hahahahaha! … Pleazzzze! … Hahahahaa!’

I wondered what had happened to the book

‘Time for some rib counting!’

He put a pillow under my ribs which raised them up and made them taut under their forest green cotton prison

I could feel the forest green cotton of my shirt rub against my ribs; the anticipation was delightfully dreadful

‘Heheheheee! … NOOOOOO! … NO RIB COUNTING! … Hehehee!’

‘One!’

He stroked the bottoms of my lower ribs making me buck and bounce in frantic hysterics

‘Bwaaaahahahahahahahaa!’

‘Two!’

He tickled in between my next set of ribs

‘Hahahahahahahahaaa! … Oh My God! … Hahahahahaa!’

Tears of laughter ran down my hot face

‘Three!’

‘Hahahahahahahahaa! … Hahahahahahahaa!’

I frantically bucked and desperately twisted and turned trying to dislodge his delightful yet devilish fingertips

‘You made me lose count! … Hehehehehehee!’

‘IT WAS THREE!’

‘One!’

‘Bwaaaahahahahahahahaa! … YOU’RE KILLING MEEEE! … Hahahahahahaa!’

The thought of him tickling me half to death both scared me and excited me

‘Two!’

After four travels up my ribs he stopped

I instantly started gasping for much needed breath

When he saw his cat he realized that the cat must have knocked the book behind the shelf

He apologized profusely

‘No need to; it was fun’

He looked at the three big shiny black buttons trembling on my fly and grinned

I noticed where he was looking

‘NOOOO! MORRRRE!’

‘MORE! EH!’

He tickled between my 2nd and 3rd ribs again

Making me squeal in agonizingly pleasurable hysterical laughter; through tears of hot laughter I could see he was getting an idea

‘Hehehehehee! … I love totally controlling you just by tickling you! … Hehehehehee!’

‘Hahahahahaahaa! … Lucky Meee! … Hahahahahahahaa!’

I wondered what he had in mind as he forced me to laugh and laugh

’Hehehehe! … May I tie you up and tickle you for an hour once a week? … Hehehehehee!’

‘WHAT! … HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!’

The thought of this delightful experience being repeated both excited me and horrified me

But we both knew I was near my limits

‘BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA! … NO! WAY! … HAHAHAHAHAHAA!’

He could tell that I was intrigued by his suggestion

He punctuated his remarks by tickling my underarms

‘AHHHHH! … HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!’

‘Heehehehee! … Well my ticklish liddle friend? … Hehehehehee!’

‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! … YOU CAN TIE ME UP AND TICKLE ME FOR AN HOUR TWICE A WEEK! … HAHAHAHAHAA! … ONCE! … ONCE! …. HAHAHAHAHAA!’

‘Hehehehehe! … Did I hear twice? … Hehehehee!’

Tears were streaming down my red hot cheeks and he was etching laugh lines permanently into my face

He drilled into my underarms

I arched my back and fell back to the futon in gales of helpless laughter

‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! … TWICE! … TWICE! … HAHAHAHAHAHAA!’

‘Hehehehee! … And remember you’re wearing Tickle Buttons! … Hehehehee!’

‘BWAAAAHAHAHAHAA! … I’M WEARING TICKLE BUTTONS! … HAHAHAHAHAA!’

He stopped and I instantly started gasping for much needed breath

It was a great experience

Then he started to invite me to parties with the understanding that I would wear Tickle Buttons

I was often pinned and tickled to helpless shrieks of hysterical joy

Since my laughter is contagious; soon the party goers were all laughing at my ticklish predicament

It was always a great experience and a great workout for the lungs

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When one of the party goers made this shirt for me and they stroked my lower rib pockets or stroked my shoulder pockets I would instantly start laughing; much to their merry amusement

[dgoldradio]

Twitter https://twitter.com/dgold post: @cubsgirl1825 congratulations cecilia! zoom zoom zoom. My liddle dog will/would stack up like 3 of those pillows and lay on top to have a sufficient mattress for herself 🛌 CAT #gsp160 DOG #liddlecitizen 💚🥜 https://t.co/5NGlhcifVH

[selfshippinglover]

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sTHANK YOU KENNY SDBDSBMDFBN I’LL GO WILD!! I HAVE SO MANY DISSY ONES OS IMMA GO OFF!!

A Reminder that under NO CIRUMSTANCES SHOULD ANY MINORS GO LOOK UP HIS SOURCE as it’s very NSFW at times!!

For context, this is an April Fool’s confessio to Jack Harness as a pony originallyXDD But I’m a fluffy bitch that can’t resist lots of blush and anime sparkly eyes so I have it to admire jbnsdbnsdfbnfdbsdfsfn I just, he looks so cute and soft! Which, is not a thing we get to see a lot of from him soooo ////

I’m sure it’s obvious why I have this one but! LOOK AT THAT SOFT ADMIRATION?? THE GENTLE FLUSH WITH HIS EYES?? IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY AND BUBBLY INSIDE!! EEEE

I like to pretend that as he comes to terms with his feelings slowly, he’ll talk about me like this //QwQ//

BASHFUL!BASHFUL!BASHFUULL! AAAA THIS ABSOLUTELY SOFT AND ADORABLE IN EVERY CONCIEVABLE WAY!! lIKE, THERE’S NO WAY i COULD RESIST THIS I JUST I tear up looking at this one cause this is what he deserves! To feel loved and relish it! To care deeply and not be torn apart by it!!

Older on when his anger comes out! The pose! The EYES! THE ENERGY! When the Doc is angry, you’d best run! this man has destroyed whole races, planets! You do not wnat to be on the recieving end of his wrath! I feel like this picture encapsulates of all that in one go so i’m love!

ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE! THE LITTLE WINGY FLOPS! HIS FACE! THE EYES! FBHBDNSBFDBDF EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IN THIS LIDDLE PICTURE IS ADORABLE!! >//<

I’m not going to put all the pillow ones in here but I love them all a lot because they feel very intimate, you know? Like, he’s sad in context and talking to the viewer quietly in a safer place, safer time. i LOVE how vulnerable it all is, you know? I believe in the little things!

This is just SO WELL DRAWN!! Like, you can tell he’s clearly shaking, crying, and having a total breakdown behind his wings! It communicates SO MUCH EMOTION IN ONE FRAME. It hits hard to me, reminding me of long nights of the past.

I mean, do I really have to say why I LOVE THIS ADORABLE STALLION RIGHT HERE?

This is full discorded mode. Where he’s quick to anger, always cracking a sadistic grin, generally more violent, and everything he says and does feels powerful and intimidating. Him and I have a complicated relationship because of moments like this. but the pose is perfection, the EYES, THE EYEBROW RAISE dfjdjfd the liddle winged shrug! There’s lots to love here!