#baby bathtubs

[staranddaisykidsboutique]

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[edorazzi]

It's Tintin Day again!!! 💖

Bringing back Thunderbirds' Tin-Tin Kyrano for a cute outfit swap because I love her. Her pets sure are colder, scalier and snappier than Snowy! 🐊🐶

[gardenofearthlydelightss]

saw someone call lottielee 'a tragedy of a god and her worshipper' and i'll never be the same again

[magicofrobin]

jason todd did not pray. not seriously he wasn't religious, not really. he'd never believed in god before and now wasn't the time to change that but — as the numbers ticked down, creeping closer to zero & the blood started to fill his lungs, he prayed the hardest he ever had. begging who, or whatever was listening; please let it be painless, please let it be quick, please please stop the pain i don't want to die, please let him make it in time, please let him save me. he prays until it stops resembling anything close to what he learned the few times his mom took him to church and starts sounding more like what it really is: a scared little boy crying out to his father to save him.

the timer reaches zero. he only feels the blast of heat from the explosion for a moment before everything fades into nothing and the bird with clipped wings dies alone.

[lumiolivier]

Clean Start

Series: One Piece

Chapter: One Shot

Word Count: 2199

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Ace x Reader (YN)

Ace works hard. He deserves a little special something, something at the end of his day, doesn't he?

a.n.: This was supposed to be smut. Where's the smut, Lumi? It's all fluffy. I ordered this with smut! But it's covered in cute! Who said you could cover this in cute?! Oh, yeah. I did. Because I decided to write something hella self indulgent. Sue me.

“Hey, baby!” You heard Ace at the front door of your apartment.  After working back to back twelve hour shifts for the last four days and coming home late, he wanted nothing more than to curl up with his favorite person in the world, “Finally free.  Just you and me for the next…Where the hell are you?”

Little did he know, you were in the bedroom, waiting for him to come home.  In nothing but a black silk robe he had gotten you for your birthday.  You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and couldn’t help but admire the reflection.  Because let’s face it.  That robe made you look incredible.  And it only enhanced what was waiting for Ace underneath it.

“YN, where the hell did…” Ace stood in the doorway absolutely stunned.  He wasn’t expecting you to be standing in the bedroom.  Most certainly not like…that, “Oh…Hello.”

“Hi there,” you couldn’t wipe the smirk off your face if you wanted to.  You had a plan.  And part of that plan was waiting for both of you in the bathroom already.  You knew when he’d get off.  You knew how long it took him to get home.  You even factored in a stop at the gas station for a slurpee.  You couldn’t have timed it more perfectly.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure,” Ace pulled you into his hips, his arm resting in his lower back and his lips all over your neck, “of getting my girl like this?”

“I missed you, too,” you squirm under each little kiss with tingles shooting through your extremities, reveling in the smell of his sweat, “I figured you and I could do something together.”

“Oh, darling, I’m flattered,” Ace put a hand to his chest, “But I don’t think I got that in me.”

Mmhm.  Keep thinking that, “I promise this couldn’t be any less strenuous.  This is me taking care of everything.”

“Really?” Ace perked up, “Do tell, YN.  Do tell.  No, wait.  Let me guess.  Does it involve us leaving the house?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Alright,” Ace cocked a smile at you, “Does it involve you?”

“Yes…” You took his hands.

“Does it…” Ace thought a little harder, a little crease appearing in his forehead, “Does it involve…candle wax?”

“It could,” you shrugged him off, “But it doesn’t have to.”

“So, you’re not into trying the kinky shit tonight?”

“Ace!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” His laugh warmed you inside and he pulled you back into his chest, “It could involve candle wax, but it doesn’t have to.  It involves you.  Does it involve me, too?”

“Duh,” you rolled your eyes at him.  Yes.  That’s yours.  You willingly chose him.  You looked into those big, beautiful, lost puppy eyes of his and he had you hooked.

“And…” Ace gently tugged at your robe tie, “Does it also involve me getting to see what’s under here?”

“Of course,” you were already helping Ace peel his shirt off.  And you were fighting every urge in your body to playfully nip at his beautifully chiseled chest. 

“I thought I was unwrapping my present,” Ace pouted out his bottom lip, “I don’t remember where you said you got to get at me, too.”

“It’s part of it,” you assured him as you pulled on his belt buckle.

“I don’t know where you’re going with this, baby girl,” Ace picked your chin up, getting one more kiss out of you, “But I think I’ll like it.”

“That’s the idea…” You kept fiddling with his belt buckle and slowly pulled it through the loops before taking him toward the bathroom.  The sweet smell of vanilla filled the room with hints of nectarine.  And the temperature had gone up a few degrees. 

And that’s when Ace started to piece things together, “YN, you little minx.”

“Yes?” You started to undo your robe tie, but you still kept your robe closed as you stepped into the warm water in the bathtub.

“I had all intentions of showering anyway,” Ace looked you over, more than ready to sink his teeth into you, “Are you suggesting a bath?  Just the two of us?”

“If that’s alright with you.” You took your robe off for him, showing off a little for Ace, “Come on, baby…Don’t make me sit in here all by myself.”

“And why in the hell would I ever do something like that?” Ace couldn’t get his clothes off faster.  Granted, taking a bath wasn’t his ideal way of spending his Friday night, but he couldn’t tell you no.  Of course not.  To say Ace worshiped you would be an understatement.  He loved every inch of you.  Every imperfection, every scar, every little freckle, every curve.  He wanted all of it.  Once he was naked, he poked at your back, “I’d be happy to.  Move up a bit, babe.  Let me in.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” you weren’t budging.  You had something much better in mind, “I’m not going to be the little spoon.  You get to be little spoon.”

“Me?” Ace laughed a bit, “Cute, YN.  Seriously, move up.”

You still weren’t going anywhere.  And your act of stubbornness did not go unnoticed.

“YN…” Ace gave you that look.  That one look that made you know there was about to be a large hand colliding with your ass very soon.  Anything he could do to make you behave.  And yet, you still didn’t move.  Fortunately, Ace didn’t have the energy in him to put up a fight.  And he caved so quickly as he climbed into the tub with you, “Fine.  If this is how you’re going to be, then I’m only going to be worse.”

“That’s the spirit,” you wrapped your arms around him and immediately, the tension in Ace’s body melted away. 

“Mmmm…” Ace shut his eyes for just a moment, taking in your warmth, the pillowy softness in your boobs he gladly rested his head on, “You spoil me.”

“You think I spoil you?” You kissed the top of his head, “I haven’t even started to spoil you.  I’m just letting you acclimate first.  Then, I can spoil you.”

“I’m so lost…” But he didn’t care.  He trusted your judgments and your process.  If it meant him having skin on skin contact with you and it made you happy, he’d be fine.

“It’s a good thing you have me then, isn’t it?”

“My little light in the dark,” Ace nuzzled his face in what he affectionately referred to as the valley and gently nipped at your chest. 

It wasn’t the first time Ace had called you this.  But it warmed you inside all the same as if it were.  The thought of being his light got to you.  The thought of being the center of his universe was the absolute best.  And if he needed you to be his light, then his light you would gladly be.  You reached over the side of the bathtub into the wicker basket you kept the soaps in and grabbed a bottle of shampoo.  Because the moment Ace brought a bottle of 3-in-1 into your house, it didn’t even make the trash can.  It splattered in the parking lot outside your apartment.  And never again, you declared.  Never again would such atrocities enter your home again. 

And your fingers ended up tangled in his dark, wet hair.  At first, he wasn’t sure what you were doing.  He even had that look in his eyes that told you all you needed to know.  But much like when you were trying to get him in the bathtub in the first place, he didn’t have the energy to fight you on anything.  You knew he hated doing it himself anyway, so why not make life easier for him?  That’s what you did.  He comes home tired, beyond the point of exhaustion, falling apart at the seams.  You lick his wounds.  You knew far too much about what he’s been forced to endure.  Much like the bottle of 3-in-1 he brought into your home, you told yourself never again.  That he deserved so much better. 

You knew deep down you were doing a good job when the bathwater never went cold.  His fingers shooting off little bits of heat kept it from going cold.  And those low, controlled pulses only came out when Ace was perfectly content.  Once you finished rinsing his hair out, you noticed him hardly flinch at the water.  You looked down at Ace and he was sleeping like a baby.  Like a peaceful little angel.  And a special glow radiated from his cheeks.  You would do everything in your power to protect that peace.  But once you went through a bout of conditioner and a little bit of moisturizer for his dry and severely windburned cheeks, you knew you had to do it.  You had to wake him.  There was no way in hell you’d be able to carry Ace out of the bathtub.  As much as you loved to think you had that kind of upper body strength, that wasn’t going to happen.

“Ace…” you spoke gently.  The last thing you wanted to do was cause him any alarm, “Ace…Baby…Baby…Ace…Babe…You need to get off me.  You’re crushing lefty and it hurts like hell.”

“Mmm…” Ace still didn’t move.  Not because he was still asleep.  He was far too comfortable.  All he did was move his head off your boob.

“Ace…” You knew this would happen.  You knew it was going to happen this way.  And you needed a better way to motivate him.  And right now, only one thing would work.  You got down in his ear and put on the soft, sweet little voice that drove him crazy, “I can’t hold my breath underwater for long.”

“Did I nod off?” Ace blinked the sleep out of his eyes, “I could’ve sworn I was awake.”

“Nope,” you kissed his cheek, “Not that I don’t love this, Ace, but we should probably think about heading to bed.”

“What gave you that idea?” Ace mumbled into your cleavage, still half asleep.

“Come on,” you nudged him off you and reached for a couple towels, “You and I need to go to bed.  We got shit going on tomorrow.”

“Really?” Ace looked at you strangely.  He didn’t remember making any plans.  He didn’t remember you clearing anything with him.  Unless it was while he was totally not asleep, “I kind of thought it’d be just the two of us and Saturday morning cartoons.”

“I mean, obviously,” you agreed, “But that’s just tomorrow morning.”

“Did you go to the store today?” Ace crossed his fingers.

“And found the sugariest box of cereal on the shelf,” you assured him, “Because you’re a fucking child.”

“If it doesn’t have any sugar, it has no taste,” Ace argued, “And if it doesn’t have any taste, it defaults to cardboard.  Don’t give me that shit.”

“Come on,” you nudged him out of the bathtub.

“Fine, fine,” Ace got out of the bathtub and you threw him a towel, “Saturday morning cartoons aside, what else do we have going on tomorrow?”

“We’re going to have to make another trip to the grocery store,” you told him, “Because it’s been too long since the three of you were in one place.”

“Wait…” Ace felt around in his drawer for a pair of boxers, “Are you saying…?”

“I am saying,” you nodded, “The boys are in town.”

“Hell yeah!” Ace’s energy levels started to shoot back up, “It feels like ages since I’ve seen Luffy and Sabo.  I miss them.  How did you know they were coming into town?”

“You act like we don’t keep in touch,” you giggled a little, putting your own pajamas on.  A light blue negligee would do.  It was one of your favorites.  And definitely one of Ace’s, too, “Sabo called and said he’d be around.  And it wasn’t long after that I heard from Luffy.  So, we need to make a trip to the store tomorrow.  Because there’s no way in hell we have enough to feed everyone.”

“YN, look me in the eye,” Ace stared blankly at you, “Do we ever have enough to feed everyone?”

“That’s on Luffy.”

“That is on Luffy.  Kid’s got a hell of an appetite on him.  Shit’s hereditary.”

“Is it really?”

“You’ve never seen Garp eat before, have you?” Ace asked.

“Can’t say I have.” You don’t even really remember meeting Garp.  He wasn’t someone Ace wanted to introduce you to.  You were too special.

“Trust me,” Ace assured you, “It’s a hereditary thing.  But on a less infuriating note, do you think we could go to bed now?  Because the sooner we go to bed, the sooner…other things can happen.”

“Really?” you crawled into bed next to him, “And by other things…What could those…other things be?”

“Clearly, cartoons, YN.  What else?”

“You’re a disaster,” you rolled over, “Good night.”

“Hey, hey…” Ace draped an arm around you, “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

“Sleep.  If that’s alright with you.”

“Actually,” Ace pulled you closer into his chest, “That sounds wonderful.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Yep.  This was the one.

[xx-glitteraddict-xx]

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[hyperblue]

Hey, thanks for answering my question and writing an amazing passage for it! My girl just hopes that Kon will hate only her, not their child. And the idea of this AU was born when I was reading X-23: Innocence Lost Seriously, there's a lot of vibes of Lex Luthor and Superboy and I've been thinking too much about advanced medicine and science in the DC universe. Also my obsession with trans-female characters.

The dynamics of Victoria and Cora.

Victoria is carrying a child because she is too obsessed with this project, at the same time she is a terrible owner and she wants to have excellent soil for emotional manipulation. Cora is carrying a child because she is grieving and in pain, she wants to have at least someone who will be with her. And she desperately wants to have at least a piece of Kon and for that piece to live.

The names.

Victoria Juliana sounds like the name of a queen, Cora Allison sounds like the name of some teenage girl. This is done on purpose.

Hair color.

In AU, both Victoria and Cora are blonde. Vita naturally has sloppy dirty blonde hair like a beach girl, but she keeps it in a short bob and styles it flawlessly. Cora has pale reddish-blond hair that glows golden in the light. They wave with graceful curls like Jackson Drake's.

Parallels/Similarity of Victoria and Cora.

They bear children from Kryptonians after their "death" and give birth to them, after the birth of their children, the fathers return to life. They spend their pregnancy in a certain isolation - Vita goes to a remote laboratory in a wooded area to have complete peace and a better environment during pregnancy, Cora hides in her shelter because being pregnant she is significantly weakened. They interact a lot with their child during pregnancy - Vita wants her superboy to have the best "intrauterine development", Cora just feels lonely. They give birth in the water without anyone's help on their own - Vita drives all the midwives away from herself from the beginning of labor and gives birth herself in a special pool, Cora gives birth in her bathtub and she has no one nearby. They cut the umbilical cord on their own and hug their children to their breasts. They are both blonde, elegantly matching Clark's and Kon's preferences - Victoria is tall and statuesque with pleasing curves, Cora is of medium height and slim with a boyish figure. Both are extremely intelligent and capable.

you're absolutely welcome, i love your au! nothing ever fascinates me more than the parallels between two characters who make the very same choices with entirely different intentions

[rockingtheorange]

Still haven't moved on from Nicky's giggles

🥺So precious☹

[vanillacoladoll]

☆Say You Want Me Too☆

[fangirloverlode]

IT’S ALIVE!

The subject wakes in a chair, their hands free but their feet bound. There are two bolts in their neck, a locked door in front of them, and two electrical cords connected to clamps on either side of them. If they want to open the door in front of them, they must close the circuit its lock is attached to— using themself. If they don’t attach both clamps to the bolts in their neck, electrocuting themselves in the process, they will be left to rot.

I imagine the victim of this trap would be an unethical scientist, one who doesn’t value human life.

[theliterarywolf]

What is the one decision made in a video game's narrative that, no matter how many times you see it/remember it, you immediately go 'You STUPID motherfucker, why are you like this?!?!?'

For me, it's Gregory's death in What Remains of Edith Finch.

[holymugsludgezonk]

P1 BABYYY “I FINALLY DELIVERED FOR THEM”

so proud of you lando good job on the whole team and most importantly the driver maybe not the first time on podium but first time P1 and I hope there many more to come as someone would call him an upcoming star one of the most respected and loved driver on the grid at the time

[honeycombhank]

August 8th 2022

Wet Rat Wednesday?

I had to search through so many old pictures of the ratty family to find this water play we did in very warm water.

I recognize that rats do not need baths and that you have to be very attentive to temperature in the bath and after the bath. The water should not be very deep so that the rats can always touch the ground.

Anyway this was mama moony with all her little ones!

Rip mama moony ,we love you.

[lovely-mogai]

Sweetcrememulviboard

A gender that can only most accurately be described by the moodboard above.

[No id]

[cowboysorceror]

I am goddamn begging for the selkie AU lore holy shit. There’s SO much potential there. KONS JACKET SPECIFICALLY BEING TORN AS SHIT??? 👀👀👀

OKAY SO it's still percolating it's still cooking & @mamawasatesttube is responsible for a lot of it BUT as for Kon specifically... man... obviously Cadmus (and later Lex) have his coat in the early days. but he doesn't actually even really KNOW how messed up that is bc he's a kid and no one told him!!! he doesn't understand that that's his basic personhood and it belongs to him. he knows almost nothing about his selkie heritage or what it means, and so he doesn't know why he feels miserable and discontent and can't stay away for very long and is just kind of sickly ☹️ and ofc when Clark eventually realizes what's going on he is capital H Horrified and immediately tries to help him get it back. but it's a process and it's a very bitter and traumatic thing for Kon to realize how deeply he was being manipulated (very analogous to canon in that regard).

and for Kon's jacket being a bit patchwork - selkie coats are essentially an outwards extension of the soul! they're very unique and personally individualized, and can be both altered and damaged by painful relationships with that part of their identity (or just physical trauma). some of the threadwork on Kon's jacket is work done to repair damage from the neglect/abuse of his coat by Cadmus, and some of it is Kon trying to make it his own! Selkie coats are magical which makes them somewhat fluid :)