#Thnx

[callhimnowmarisamylove]

I've missed her sm!

[abbysbasement]

#RUNONS

Kittygirl!Reader x Mommy!Abby

The one thing Abby loved was that you always kept yourself soft, warm, and pliant for her. When she was wound up too tight, you'd pad across the couch to roll out on her lap, and she'd lay a thick, heavy palm on your back, petting down your shoulderblades to the base of your spine, fingering between your cheeks to grab a handful of soft, supple ass.

Your head would perk up, lips all soft, drooly and parted, eyes pearl-round gone, in the special place, just how she liked it. She made quick work of your boyshorts, unceremoniously tugging them around your knees before slicking up a finger through your juices.  Her hands were calloused, thick fingers pushing through the gummy ring of your cunt and exploring you deeper, as your hungry lips grabbed on for dear life. Her other hand fumbled with the buckle of her belt, pulling it from the loop. You winced instinctively, yet she dropped it chattering to the ground as she released her belt loop. From it, the blue of Abby's thick cock sprang forward, catching you in the chin. You whined, and she used her free thumb to part your lips, craning your head to the tip.

"Gotta glaze it up for me kitty, else 's gonna hurt goin' in."

Puppygirl!Reader x Owner!Ellie

Ellie loves being high around you, calls you her little stress ball. Plops you down in the center of her thighs, just boxers and a bra separating skin from skin, and draws in gently as her fingers pad around your body. Soon, you're toppled over onto the bed, Ellie squatting down to drag your panties to the side and deposit a spit slick finger into the warm, tight, and wet between your legs.

"Fuckin' like that baby? Know you do."

Her tattoed knuckles grazing down your lips, your neck and momentarily caressing the globe of a breast before hooking into your collar and pulling you forward, ghosting trails of ivory smoke into your little mouth.

"Good girl... pretty baby."

Her eyes were low and dark, taking you in in the dim light like a vulture taking in a freshly lain corpse. The shutters of her teeth bruising your neck and thighs, taking in the pieces of you greedily. Plunging your finger into your mouth to hastily, lovingly suck, cleaning off the spend with your soft tongue. Whatever she wanted, you let her have, and that's why she needed you, that's why this worked.

[tomahachi12]

I got nothing to say but here’s a dogfish thing I found on this site bit ago or what my friend calls it a dish.

Idk just wanted you see this thing.

*gasp*

A baby

[spirit-doll]

Well, since spooky month is in a month.. did you ever consider drawing characters from The Nightmare Before Christmas? (If you know the movie)

OHH! I know this movie! Its one of my favourite Halloween cartoons!❤~(￣▽￣)~*

and yep! why not)

[glassjoeandgreattigersssimp]

It's really funny how our Don's share a headcanon I made a while ago. It makes me think...

How would other boxers cope with Don's weak stomach? (Genuinely curious)

(May wanna put a CW for Emetophobia/vomiting for this one)

That's a really good question! Here's how'd they react...

(Cw: emetophobia/vomiting)

Glass Joe 🇫🇷 🥐

- Easily disgusted by vomiting or phlegm... and snails

- Both him and Don hate the idea of eating snails

- Probably wouldn't be the first to help poor Don, but he relates to him since he's a picky eater

- Thankfully, his Sunday brunches never gross Don out

Von Kaiser 🇩🇪 🔩

- Comes prepared with barf bags anytime he eats out with Don or the gang

- Is usually the first to see Don about to puke, and would warn everyone

- One time while Don was sick in the bathroom, he lore dropped how one of his pupils (probably Mason again smh) got sick after watching this documentary about boxing

Disco Kid 🇺🇲 🕺

- Screams whenever Don pukes

- If Don faints, he's the one to carry him home

- He's honestly cool about most things Don hates

King Hippo 🏝 🦛

- Can't really understand human disgust

- Made Don puke once after Don watched him have a "light snack" before a match

Piston Hondo 🇯🇵🥊

- Will feel horribly if he accidentally makes Don sick

- Is typically one to warn Don about his sickness triggers before Don participates in anything

- Is reluctantly the one to clean up any bodily fluids Don dispenses

- Will try his best to cook and make foods that Don agrees with

Bear Hugger 🇨🇦 🐻

- Him (and a certain Irish) are typically the ones to gross out Don

- One time all the boxers went camping, Bear caught a raw fish using his mouth, and he made Don sick

- Feels bad about unintentionally grossing Don out

Great Tiger 🇮🇳 🐅

- Is a sucker for the gross, and is the stark opposite of Don

- Made Don throw up once by creating a bad, deformed clone of himself

- Tries to not laugh when Don feels lightheaded bc he's dramatic about it

Don Flamenco 🇪🇸 🥀

- This poor guy and his squeamish stomach...

- Makes his sickness everyone's problem (and tbh he's kinda real for that)

- Can and will get scolded by Carmen for being sick... and by scolded, I mean verbally abused.

Aran Ryan 🇮🇪 😈

- Is most likely the reason Don is throwing up

- Will purposely show him gross images or facts to get him to get sick

- Laughs when Don throws up or gets sick

Soda Popinski 🇷🇺 🍾

- Once made Don throw up after he threw up from drinking too much soda

- Relates to Don getting sick, since his alcohol consumption led to his stomach sensitivity

- Will pat Don's back when he gets sick, as if Don was a baby... he doesn't understand that this doesn't help

Bald Bull 🇹🇷 🐂

- Doesn't really care if Don gets sick

- If anything, his melodramatic behavior annoys him

- Sometimes feels bad if Aran or Bear cause it

Super Macho Man 🇺🇸 🌊

- Also doesn't care about Donnie Flamingo

- One time, Don tried a colorful cocktail he was drinking, and he got violently sick from it

- Annoyed that Don could get seasick easily, it makes beach trips hard

Mr Sandman 🟢💤

- Doesn't care at all.

- Thinks Don is a dramatic baby for being sick (this mentality is wrong)

- Almost never gets sick himself, or shows signs

[otuzsekizinciparalel]

bugün o kadar çok para ile uğraştım ki gözümü kapattığımda paralar beliriyor #paraleldead üstelik yarın sınavım var DUA ZİNCİRİ

[methvapes]

your art is so good but every post you make is a literal mindfuck what is even happening here

i wrote fanfiction about us

it was a dark and stormy night

being a criminal justice mastermind i dont often bring my skillset into the real world

and yet sitting here, in my private investigators office, 73rd floor atop the highest skyscraper in new york city, i can appreciate the intellectual high ground it takes to make it this far, in a world gone mad. its 1972, and yet my minds still stuck in the past, in the could haves and the what once was

a drag on my marlboro brings me back into the present. a knock on the door. another knock. i exhale a foul smelling line of smoke out my mouth and flick the butt of my dart outta the window. let some other poor schmuck deal with it. ive got enough on my plate

adjusting my melancholic overcoat, and sleazing my way over to the door, i can see the silhouette of a greasy, stout man infront of it. a piercing voice carries through my office and out into the streets of the city. his speech wrests its way through my ears in an attempt to make them bleed, surely, even the street dogs would be whining at the shrill pitch of it. and yet… i know who this is. anonymous.

a scowl makes its way to my face, from my 5 foot 11 stature. distaste registers in my mind. i knew this guy as kids, when he used to bathe in grease and shit every day and then roll around in the streets, looking desperately for a thing he called, "asks". accompanied often with a flattened stone, or a piece of paper, with buttons drawn crudely onto it. we all assumed he was an escapee of the nearby mental institution as children, and i was the only one patient enough to be kind to him, enduring his insane prattling about something or other, or his blatant disregard for the female sex, and juvenile objectification of women

"my MINECRAFT mods wont LOAD CORRECTLY! i sense that SOMEONE HAS MEDDLED WITH my STATE OF THE ART gaming PC and LARD SOAKED CHAIR!"

he seems to be writhing on the floor of my waiting office, and throwing a tantrum similar to that of my 3 year old daughter

"anon, anon, my friend, what could be the issue?" i attempt to quell the insane beast to no avail. often he would lull into some breakdown or another, freakouts that wouldnt pertain to our world

"oh mister investigator sir! you gotta help me!" i can hardly understand him through his blubbering tears. "you gotta help me i saw a very scary monster in my room, and he went under my bed! you gotta help me kill him mister investigator sir! he meddled with my future device! i need my fix of asks!"

what a world we live in. do i help a childhood acquaintance, and attempt to quiet his babyish outburst? my illustrious supermodel big breasted booty cheeked up rich successful atheist businesswoman wife and supergenius 3 year old daughter would surely miss me on my adventure, and yet i find myself hungering for the hunt of the game yet again, even as the hunt is little more than a search for a round object in a ball pit, with the mental limitations of my good friend anonymous. i decide to help him with his journey free of charge. i know hes rather broke after spending all his time at the local casino. i told him he didnt know how blackjack worked after he tried to bluff a win, and got beaten senseless by the guards. tsk. whats a man of my caliber to do?

"ill help you anon, if its the last thing i do."

grabbing my '66 colt diamondback, and my silky fedora, i stride over to the door with purpose. my bumbling sidekick tottering his way over to the exit and falling over immediately upon walking through the doorway. i always did forget he had the object permanence of a toddler. we make our way downstairs

the rain pours out upon that damned, dirt filled city. taxis and cars blazing by my office in hurried races

stepping onto the pavement, anon rushes forwards, step after shortened step. in horror, i watch as he trips on one of his homemade "mobile devices" and falls into the street. a taxicar's yellowed paint feels like a slap in the face as the dark street fills with the blood of my childhood friend. heroically flagging down traffic in the tense night of the city, i race to his side. the man who was like a distant cousin to me. an eccentric nephew, or odd sort of relative, gone in the blink of an eye.

but yet! hope! as anons labored breathing grew more stagnant by the second, i knew i only had moments to spare. jumping 15 feet into a nearby vehicle, i hotwire the wheel in mere seconds, racing my way to the hospital. i knew i could save him… if only… if only i had more time…

a race against the clock, i could feel the ticks of milliseconds pound against my skin like the judgemental gavel of a courts closing. like a stampede of hooves amid a horserace. like a thrumming engine, ready to blow at any given moment. i needed to get to that hospital

minutes later, there i am, pulling into the crowded parking lot. carrying his frail and short four foot two body into the intensive care, i knew there would be lasting damage. a man doesnt play modded minecraft all day and be left with the highest condition of physical ability, after all.

"nurse! ready a room for my friend! immediately!" i shout, as i shed my private investigators coat and reveal a second doctors coat underneath. i also pull out a surgical liscence from my back pocket, where it had been digging into my ass all night which hurt really bad. it also explained why i looked so bulky and puffy under 2 coats. from anonymous comes faint mumbling.

"need more… need more fried mushrooms… radishes…. the jade door… collapsing… oh… the sand… help…" it seems he had been having some kind of nightmarish hallucination, spurred on by him getting run over by a fucking car. i rush to the operating room. the rest of it is but a blur, as i endlessly repair damage thought to be deadly, and attempt to restore function to his marred body.

its 7 hours later, when he is finally placed in a visitation recovery room. maybe his 4 moms could come and visit him, it might help with this apparently insane state he had been put in. mutterings about, squids, of all things. squids? who likes squids? those damned creatures from the sea?

anons odd ramblings only seemed to continue from there, to my eternal dismay. "the truth… im unclear of the truth… 2003… cleopatra.. wife boobs…" i was deeply unsettled by this, and forever in grievance of the loss of one of my friends. as a strong male figure, i emotionally was unsure of what to do from here… a loss… devastating to this world.. one soul less among the masses of our earth… lifes but a walking shadow, a power player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more

[hotgirlmanifesto]

tumblr crush u missed me looking sexy like 3 times so. just scroll back ok

[oureddie]

i’m grateful for @exhuastedpigeon today and everyday. i’m not gonna say why bc it’s embarrassing to me but just know that they’re the best ok? ok.

[youzicha]

As the French scholar Paul Demiéville noted, according to the seventh century Chan text “Treatise on Absolute Contemplation,” killing is evil only in the event the killer fails to recognize his victim as empty and dream-like. On the contrary, if one no longer sees his opponent as a “living being” separate from emptiness, then he is free to kill him.

[serial-kissing]

Need someone tto be obsessed with a little bit

[huntedhauntedhunter]

Gonna post this here to be brave...PLEASE don't make fun of me or berate me about my f/o caretaker...I know how he is and I LIKE it, thanks...