#fox agrees

[watchyourbuck]

[rose-colored-tarot]

I think people have become so far removed from the natural world that "witnessing nature do it's thing" is often misinterpreted as having mystical significance.

This is not meant to be a judgement of anyone, no one here is the reason we live in a society away from the wilds. But I think that the little to no exposure people have with non-human spaces turns perfectly ordinary occurrences into something of a spectacle.

"I keep seeing large groups of crows around, who is trying to reach out?" Probably no one, crows are diurnal flock animals that actively seek out people because they are smart and know we have lots of stuff they can scavenge.

"This tree in my yard put out SO many flowers but seems to be dying now, did someone curse me?" Nope! Trees, particularly fruit trees, can stress bloom, where they put out tons of flowers in response to any number of stressors. Might wanna see if you can fix the stressors to save the tree.

"I was walking around during a storm and lightning hit a tree I was near, what does that mean?" It means you should thank your lucky stars you didn't get hit yourself. Lightning wants to touch the ground so badly and will zap the tallest thing around because that is the fastest way there.

"A cat gave birth under my house, do I have a familiar now?" Maybe. But under the house is dry, warm and relatively safe. She picked that spot because its a good place to keep her babies.

All of these things and more happen ALL THE TIME, we just aren't as aware of them as we used to be. Seeing nature in action is incredible and special in it's own right, just maybe not in the way you want it to be.

[cynicallyneutral]

had to be done 🤷

[kitcat22]

In a world in which Fox died saving the republic from Palpatine, the newly reformed government, maybe out of gratitude maybe out of a publicity stunt, decide Fox should have his own monument.

The corrie guard commanders are initially opposed to this ‘cause they know fox would despise the idea, and they don’t want to remember fox as some martyr, he was a person with thoughts and feelings not a symbol.

After a while though, the want for Fox to be remembered for what he did wins over. They are also promised a large amount of creative influence, unfortunately they have to agree to share this with Fox’s batchmates.

There is, understandably, a lot of friction and arguments during the design process. The Corrie Commanders despise Fox’s batchmates for what they perceive as Fox’s abandonment, they dont think the others have any claim on Fox. The command batch on the other hand are immensely guilt ridden and are torn between doubting their right to be involved and hating the idea that they don’t have a right.

They do come together eventually, after a lot of blood and tears. They may never fully like each other but Little Gods did they love Fox. They really cant help but see little fragments of their lost brother in each other and together they really do manage to capture Fox’s essence and create something even he would struggle to hate.

The monument they settle on is a slightly larger than life statue of Fox, showing him with a rather feral look in his eye and a grin as he flips the middle finger, which they position to face the senate building.

It sends the senators into fits but the Clones adore it and many bring their kids to see it over the years.

[ninjasmudge]

out of context maid au doodle. theres a whole dark plotline to this au and everything, the fox works as a hitman, goat is a biker who happens to be great at picking locks, lamb just escaped a murder basement and narinder has a crowbar

goat design by @purrpurra

[mythtakens]

I almost gave up. If you guys hadn't come in, then... But we did. And we always will.

[bisexualfbiagents]

THE X FILES | Max (4.18)

[peanut-with-wifi-access]

[outdated] THE COUNCIL HAS REACHED A DECISION

vaporeon is in fish purgatory jail for the crime of being unidentifiable as a real creature

[stealingpotatoes]

Little spitfire Leia standing triumphant over a vanquished Palps, spork in hand, proceeds to crowdsurf out of there on a gaggle of cheering clones she charmed the moment she landed.

they just adopt her, as you should do if a child kills your shitty evil boss

[izzystizzys]

Half the jobs Fox is sent on are not within his jurisdiction. This certainly isn’t.

Planetary protection unit, they said. Military police. Orbital security force.

And now Fox is being pointed at Count Dooku on some backwater planet and told to fetch. How the mighty have fallen.

He’s pretty sure Kenobi, Skywalker and their units could’ve karked this all up perfectly fine on their lonesome; they don’t need three Guardsmen there to watch them do it. But the Chancellor says jump and Fox surpressed the urge to bash his head in with a durasteel chair. So it goes.

Which is when things start going terribly, terribly wrong, of course.

“Is that Spinder?!”, Skywalker exclaims, arms wheeling out in the air wildly to try and catch his balance. “The Count fucks?!”

Across the room, Cody rips his helmet off, several shades redder than a baseline human should be. “The Count fucks my brother?!”

Two lightsticks hover uselessly in the air, Skywalker’s zig-zagging in a relentless hum with his gesturing. Fox stands stock-still, in the hope that maybe he’ll spontaneously turn invisible if he does. Around them, 501st and 212th troopers gape through helmets. Behind him, Nuisance gasps for air amidst screaming laughter.

Ping, went Fox’s comm unit, in that unmistakeable lascivious jingle sound. Ping, answered Count Dooku’s within a split second. Match found close by.

For a moment, Fox considers what it would be like to run at the Count’s lightsaber at full speed.

…not like that.

“Count”, Kenobi says, with a face like he’s bitten into a rotten fruit. Not that Fox knows what fruit tastes like. “This is a highly… unexpected development.” He fwoosh-es his lightsaber shut, obviously having given up on fighting. “I’d call it a conflict of interest, but I’m not sure that applies?”

“Oh, it’s gonna be a conflict of something, for sure”, Cody hisses, fists clenched at his sides. He looks about ready to boil over, with Crys and Waxer inching closer in preparation. “What have you done to my brother, you monster?!”

“I don’t think you want to know that, Commander”, Nuisance gasps out between barks of laughter, proving why he’s eternally Fox’s least favourite. Cody’s splotchy red complexion slowly fades into ghostly white as a sheen of horror settles over the room. “Thanks for the fancy chocolate bouquet last week, Count!”

Dooku, who has been thus far staring at the floor with an empty thousand-klick stare, looks up at that. Fox has seldom seen a man that defeated outside of the mirror, he has to admit - but shudders when he remembers exactly what the chocolates were for.

Oh Force, he’s sexted Count Dooku into buying him gifts. Does that make him a Seppie spy? Traitor by proxy?

“I feel”, says the Count, gravely, still holding his long red laserknife in a white-knuckled death-grip, “that I have been taken for a fool.”

“Uh”, says Fox, nervously. All eyes snap to him. Oh Force, oh Force, oh Force. They’re going to invent a whole new kind of decommissioning for this and name it after Fox.

“Is it really scamming if you actually get what you pay for?”, asks Grids, considering. Fox slowly pulls off his helmet just for the comforting feeling of burying his head in his gloved palms. The sounds of a struggle ensue, and Kenobi makes a choked-off noise. Maybe if he’s embarrassed enough he’ll give himself an aneurysm.

“Grandmaster, why are you paying people for naked pictures of themselves on the holonet?!” Kenobi asks, despairingly. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Oi, no one said I was naked!”, Fox exclaims, head whipping up.

“So naked”, Nuisance laughs, palm thumping against the floor. He might be crying.

“I’m not decrepit”, the Count blusters, and Skywalker makes a gagging noise. “I have - there are needs, and they are perfectly natural!” It takes three troopers to restrain Cody from launching himself at the Count.

[taintandviolent]

HELLO so I saw the smut prompt and it was so hard to pick lmao but can I get #129 with Gambit pls pls pls pls PLS

warnings: dirty talk, heavy filthy eating out…. That’s it. Again, written at work so it might not be top tier.

You have been making out on the edge of the bed, devouring each other like animals. The pressure building between your legs is becoming unbearable though and judging by how hard he is, he feels the same way.

“I wanna’ eat you out so fuckin’ bad.” Remy’s words were heavy, slurred with lust. Paired with his accent, what he said almost floored you. The claim comes as a surprise and you pull back from his mouth, searching his face for a moment.

“Then why don’t you?”

His eyes snap to yours. His hips stop moving against you.

You raise both brows, egging him on. You’re hot, sweating, your entire body engulfed in the flames of lust, and part of you wants to see if he’s bluffing.

Turns out, he isn’t. He pushes you back on the bed.

By the time you breathe the words ‘oh my God’, Remy has gone South, and has himself slotted in between your thighs, his arms wrapping around them from underneath. He pulls them apart, allowing himself more room. His face is between your hot, bare thighs, cheeks brushing against the silky soft skin. You gasp when you feel his breath rushing over her, bathing her in his essence.

He presses a single kiss against your folds and your head falls back. He kisses her again and again, humming into your skin. You bite down on your lip, hard enough to draw blood. You’ve had guys between your legs, but never like this.

“Sweet like sugah’, mon ami…”

Your eyes roll backwards, lids fluttering. His tongue ventures out, kitten licking between the folds and your whole body jerks forward, a moan shattering the silence. He flattens the muscle against your clit, lapping over and over at her like ice cream. Counterintuitively, your hips unconsciously writhe away from the overwhelming sensation, but Remy is quick to hold them in place, pinning them to the mattress, his large hands enveloping your plush hips with ease.

“Where you goin’, cher?” He pulls you closer, sucking your clit into his mouth. You whine in ecstasy, balling your fists in the sheets.

As Remy’s speed increases, his tongue flicking against your most tender spots, your body starts to shake, quivering deep within the muscles. It’s embarrassing how close you are within such a short amount of time, but the way he’s tasting you has your orgasm galloping at you full force.

“Fuck, Remy, Remy….!!”

He nods encouragingly against your cunt, and the simple action is enough to send you over the edge. Your hand tangles in his hair, holding him fast to the spot he’s currently working. The center of you burns, aches and finally, that coil snaps, letting your release go. His tongue flattens against your entrance as it throbs.

Finally, after your orgasm subsides, you’re able to speak again. You take a deep breath, and lift your head. “Holy shit…. You weren’t joking.”

As he wipes his chin, he shakes his head and grins at you. He’s not finished with you. Clearly.

[watchyourbuck]

I can’t believe other buddie shippers are made about BuckTommy like do we all not want to see Buck get absolutely wrecked by a man who can pick him up and throw him around? Eddie’s time will come let Buck railed babes

[iglioatelle]

Belts are really cool

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Been thinking about the X-Files recently. A show I have a hazy, but fond memory of.

[eggseabutter]

Eggman and Sonic: [💥🔫💥🔫💥arguing,fighting 💥🔫💥🔫💥🔪]

Eggman and Sonic: Tails is so smart 🤝

Eggman and Sonic: [💥🔫💥🔫💥continue arguing,fighting 💥🔫💥🔫💥🔪]

[dandelioncasey]

Everyone out here talking about Ryan's lack of shirt and background buddie (valid tbh) and y'all are SLEEPING on Gavin being the happiest little dude there ever was!!

LOOK AT HIM tell me that is not the face of a kid having the time of his gd life