#clever beans

[canisalbus]

I’d invite machete and vasco to my animal crossing village

They're a package deal, you have to take them both.

[doomspaniels]

Well hello, little ones, it's so sweet and surprising of you to meet me at the gate, three seconds after I left, yes. Would you like to help me carry in the mail? Here we go, one long stuffed toy for you, and for you a padded envelope. You got it? All right! Let's go on inside.

[wisteriasymphony]

going full circle and making an au where actually it's Maria Elena Lucia Panadero-Cheng, holder of the ladybug miraculous under the title Bruja Rouge. adrien idk but he's finally gonna go by Grimalquin and he was raised by his grandma for most of his life so he says absolute dork shit like "Great Scott!" or whatever the french equivalent is. this is the only post this is all you're getting

[doedipus]

webfishing is a very cute game but sometimes it feels suspiciously "bro is gender neutral, my guy" about certain things

[ironboobs]

Listening to this song again and I remember how I felt when I finally realized this lyric was a nod to the video games she talks about in the first verse. Dumb. Dumb is what I felt, because I hadn't realized it sooner.

[minzart]

A parody of ff7's main good&evil hosts on paperinik #40 was not in my bingo list but here we are

I thought Ethan was a girl for a second so hey, they got that right for the Sephiroth character

[photozoi]

Adzuki hiding in the peppers...

Zuki deciding whether it is time to pursue her brother....

... and Adzuki deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, and hiding behind the roses so that Mr Mung will go after sister Fava Bean instead.

A wise choice, as this is Fava's fate.

Silken Windhound siblings, 4 months

[naomiknight-17]

Jill just knocked over the baby gate we're using to separate the cats and Jon announced

"MASTER OF UNLOCKING!"

[elibeeline]

Well now im looking at oxford's courses and,,, i... no one told me they have an entire library dedicated to linguistics. A whole department dedicated to the study of the history of languages. A laboratory specifically for phonetics.

[the-mighty-mittens]

beans

[gutsygremlin]

Hobie’s silly one liners and slang being some of my new vocal stims was not on my 2023 bingo card

[haveihitanerve]

i love this interview for so many reasons, but the main two are curts little quips that are mostly ignored, and the way roland looks so proud when he makes curt laugh

[chaotic-tired-cat]

There is something really funny to me about nicknaming one cat perfectly for this, only to have a different one nearly start a house fire. The cosmic audacity is so high quality? My carpet is smoking and it's not due to the one I sometimes call Arson, but because of a sentient sweater-vest nicknamed BEANS

[redfurrycat]

He endeered himself.... 😌

(via)

[pieandflannel]

₊˚⊹♡ body swap

click here for part two !!

pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

summary: what’s the first thing dean does when he wakes up in your body? the clear obvious.

cw: 18+ smut.ᐟ pwp.ᐟ exploration of the female body.ᐟ female masterbation.ᐟ dean’s a bit of a perv.ᐟ dean flicks the bean while being in your body.ᐟ mention of nipple piercings.ᐟ

word count: 1k

julia yaps: i was watching a misha and jensen convention clip where they answer a question about how their characters would react to waking up in a female body. and i got this wicked but fun idea hehe <3

inspo: this vid (thirteen minutes ten seconds)

────────── 👥 ──────────

dean’s eyes slowly open at the sound of the alarm coming from the nightstand clock, an unfamiliar tune playing, this definitely wasn’t a song he would choose to wake up to. it’s too.. cunty as some would say. must have been another prank of yours, he thought.

he groans and reaches out to smack the clock to switch it off, noticing his arm much smaller and lacking his usual muscle. he squints his eyes for a second. “what the-?” he mumbles as he sits up in the bed rubbing his eyes, noticing that this wasn’t his room.

it was yours. and you were nowhere to be seen.

he looked down at his body, realising that he owns a pair of breasts. at first he was highly confused whether he was having a weird wet dream or something, but as the wheels in his brain started to slowly turn he remembered what happened yesterday.

you and him were hunting down a witch that casted a spell before she got away and cursed the both of you with some latin chant none of you understood.

little did the both of you know it was a body swap curse, which explains why dean is in your body now. wearing a cute lil tank top, pj shorts and all.

his hands cup the breasts, a smirk growing on his face. “boobs, awesome” his hands feeling them out, there was a foreign feeling underneath his fingertips other than the breasts themself though, something that seemed to trigger small sparks throughout the body. the curiosity getting the best of him, he lifts up the tank top to reveal the piercings decorating his nipples. his eyes widen for a sec.

“well aren’t you full of surprises” he whistles to himself, impressed by how nicely the piercings look. “so hot” he murmurs to himself.

a lightbulb lights up in his head, a devilish smirk spreading across his face. he lays down with a little thud against the pillows, long hair flying in his face.

he wonders what else you can surprise him with, but a tiny voice inside his head tells him to be respectful, after all it is your body, originally, and maybe you didn’t wish for him to intrude on your privacy like this.

but there was a bigger voice telling him to explore, he fought with his thoughts for a long second before he let out a “ah fuck it”

letting his hand slowly sneak down the soft skin of the abdomen, his touch teasing, making his breath hitch slightly. his hand wonders lower and lower until his fingertips meet the waistband of the pj shorts.

without much thought he slides his hand under the material expecting to be met with another layer of some lace panties or something, but there was nothing, absolutely nothing stopping him from continuing his exploration.

“clever girl” dean chuckles. she probably doesn’t wear panties to sleep so it’s easier to play with herself whenever she wants, he thought.

he bites his lip as his hand wonders curiously lower, sliding the middle and ring finger between the slit, finding the bundle of nerves called the clit.

his legs spreading automatically as he presses down on the little button, trying to feel it out. “oh? oh..” dean’s eyes widening a bit at how sensitive that part is. “oh wow” his mind constantly wondering back to the thought of you touch yourself, how you would probably cover your mouth so no one in the hallway hears your little whimpers and gasps.

“dammit…” he mumbled to himself, not being able to stop himself, he knew this was wrong, so wrong, he swapped bodies with his friend and now he leaves no room for privacy for god’s sake. but as he starts circling his finger around the clit his thoughts of guilt vanish.

“w-wow this feels… so good” dean whispered to himself as he quickens the pace of his fingers, he’s slightly intrigued with how much pleasure such a small thing can produce. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling more educated now on the female body, despite the amount of women that came thanks to him.

his other hand slides under the tank top and cups the breast, realising how much smaller your hands are that your breast can’t fit like it would in his calloused ones.

he runs his thumb over the hardened nipple and piercing, his mouth flying agape as he finds the jackpot of pleasure. the feeling of nipple and clit play mixed together sending sparks throughout the whole body, from head to toe.

his back arching and breathing quickening. small curses and moans flying out his mouth as he feels an odd feeling in the pit of the stomach, a bit different from what he would be feeling while jerking off. the pace of his fingers speeding up to the point he starts seeing stars, his eyes closed and toes curled, mouth flying agape.

and then a huge wave crashes over him, whimpers leaving his mouth. probably being the first man to know personally how a female orgasm feels like.

his finger stopping, his chest heaving up and down, legs slightly shaking.

he takes his hand out of the shorts and looks into the top drawer of your nightstand for some tissues or anything he can clean up with. after all he made a mess between his legs.

his eyes widening as he sees a bottle of lube and a bunny vibrator just casually sitting there in your drawer. top drawer to be exact, you weren’t afraid of anyone finding it because you never expected to find yourself in this type of scenario, but here you were.

his lips curve into a devilish smirk, “ooo naughty” he says before taking it out and looking at it. a wicked idea coming to mind, making his smirk widen even more.

“guess she won’t mind waiting 10 more minutes” he says to himself before sliding down the pj shorts.

thank you so much for reading! feedback and reblogs are always deeply appreciated <3

tags: @jensino @emeraldcrs @soldiersgirl @jensenacklesballsack @missus-ackles @littlesoulshine @deanswifeyy @slut4jackles @h8aaz @figthoughts @angelicjackles @losers-clvb @lyarr24 @cowboysandcigarettes @blossomingorchids @bluemerakis @rositaslabyrinth @deanspookiebear @tinas111 @bejeweledinterludes @miss-marmalade @multiversefanfics @cupidzbunny @pinksatinpanties

𑁥౿ check out my masterlist for other works!

♡ see this post to be added to the taglist!

© pieandflannel – do not plagiarise or repost any of my work!

© reserved for photo/gif owners!

[communistkenobi]

like it’s not actually a problem itself to show fascist soldiers having reservations about doing mass murder or feeling bad about it, the Nazis sometimes relied on local conscripts & collaborators to conduct pogroms in order to “relieve” the psychological toll those things took on German soldiers. Depicting soldiers not enjoying genocide isn’t like an endorsement of fascism in and of itself. But the singular popular depiction of a fascist (including in Andor) is either a total depraved mass murderer who loves killing babies or a small bean who sees the error of his ways and realises just in time that “blood and soil” might actually mean blood and soil. There’s no actual human beings being depicted in either of these accounts. it is not remotely clever or interesting or subversive. fundamentally this depiction arises from the fact that (to paraphrase Cesaire) Hitler resides in all of our hearts and we will at the end of the day emotionally connect with the fascist on our tv screen before we connect with any of his victims