#haha jk...

[bennie-boyyy]

Intro

I'm Bennie, an adult (20+) age regressor! I regress involuntarily due to mental illness reasons that I don't feel the need to share, but I find it worth mentioning since a lot of people in the community are voluntary!

Typically, I regress to around 2-5 years old but very rarely, and occasionally, I'll regress to 10-14. I don't do baby talk over text but do find it harder to communicate verbally while regressed!

My fav things when I'm in little space are: Finding Nemo, the older spongebob episodes, blues clues, pokemon, and honestly, just about everything Disney. I like to color and do arts n crafts.

If there's a goal I have in the agere community, it's making more friends in situations similar to mine, and god, do I want to find a good CG that can tolerate me when I age regress. I can be a bit bratty at times. I'm personally a fan of older male CGs, but I also know that it'd likely be very hard to find the 30+ year old man I'd dream of and have them not be inappropriate about it. My regression can be messy and impure, but never NSFW.

This account is SFW only.

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing of Iris Campbell from the film Final Destination Bloodlines. It depicts her on the night of the Skyview premonition, wearing her blue dress with white accessories. One of her hands in being pulled to the left out of frame, her body being tugged along with it. Her other arm hangs limply. Below the engagement ring, her ring finger is coloured a bright red, which drips off of it into a curved line. This line travels to the right and splits off into eight different lines of varying sizes, each one with an arrow tip. One of these arrows travels behind her head, and spirals as it travels. These tips all point towards a penny falling downwards. Iris is turning her head and gaze towards it. Her eyebrows bunch up and her mouth falls open slightly as sweat drips down her face. The background is a bold, warm yellow, which contrasts greatly against the blue of her dress and the red of the arrows.]

waiting for the penny to drop

[butch4allconfessions]

if you spam-like me I’m assuming you want to see me staring up at you as I mouth at your clit jsyk

[fever-dreamer97]

Izuku, phone ringing: Oh guys, you’re in luck. Dynamight is calling.

Students, excited:

Izuku, answers and put him on speaker: Hey Dy-

Bakugo: DEKU! A MOTHERFU*KING VULTURE FLEW OUT AS I WAS DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD AND NOW MY WHOLE WINDSHIELD IS DESTROYED, THAT FEATHER BASTARD FU*K!! *hangs up*

Izuku:

Students:

Izuku, whispering: Why are you calling me, what the hell am I supposed to do about it?

[slimylittlemaggot]

If this gets 10,000 notes, then I'll go to therapy.

[technically-human]

Ooh askask, hiw do you imagine they spend their birthdays? Like any of the AUs I love them all. OH, does classic Stone even know Eggman's bday? I get the vibe he just chills and doesn't ask questions.

May 19th is St. Ivo's feast day. Patron Saint of lawyers and abandoned children (yeah)

Some people look up saints' feast days to name their kids, and I've decided that's what his parents did.

ko-fi

[kimtaegis]

Destination: your heart Estimated Time of Arrival: whenever you need him ➤ for @jung-koook ♡

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

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[hanshenrykcd]

Henry 100% carried Hans bridal-style through that tiny little tunnel

[chessboredom]

I just COULD NOT resist character design analysis.

High res. Top. Bottom.

A zoom in on Smilk's little corner. (I made this chart recently, but I was having theories before his Beast Raid update is crazy what.)

(Newer version of this analysis coming soon...)

EDIT: It has been done! :3

Adding this composition analyses, too.

Now, HERE IS MY PREDICTION.

I blame @computerful for dragging me into this mess. You're fucking welcome for connecting the dots out and literally everything for you btw.

[tmninjagirl]

[goosewriting]

idk about you but joaquin drunk confessing that he's been in love w you since he first saw you is so personal to me

Enamorado

summary: Joaquín’s drunken love confession. 

relationship: Joaquín Torres x gn!reader

warnings: alcohol, drunk behaviour, established relationship

word count: ~760

A/N: i’m honestly not even sure if this was meant as a request or not but it was too good not to write something for 😩💕 you're so right anon,, have this lil blurb mwah (be safe when drinking, kids)

[all masterlists] 🪶 [mcu masterlist] 🪶 [ao3]

(title means "in love" in spanish)

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Usually, you don’t go to bars much, but this time it was a special occasion, so you went out with Joaquín and Sam. Even Bucky joined you, but now that he's a proper citizen and all, he left early. 

You glance at the time on your phone, it’s 2:46 am. Looking over your shoulder from where you sit at the bar, you see Sam on the dance floor, and smile to yourself. He’s having a good time, it seems. Joaquín is next to you, and as your eyes go back to him, he’s putting down his drink he just emptied. He looks at you with a goofy grin. 

“Alright, then, that’s enough for you,” you say with a gentle smile, pushing his glass a little farther away from his hands. “Let’s take a break, yeah?”

You’re fairly tipsy yourself, but Joaquín is proper drunk now. He doesn’t let himself get to this point often. Luckily he doesn’t get angry or physical when intoxicated, instead he turns to absolute mush, incoherent mumblings about how much he loves you and Sam leaving his lips incessantly, muttering about how glad he is to be part of the group, how badly he wants to meet the Avengers. He also gets a little clingy, not that you mind. His hands will always be on you somewhere, your leg, your back, your face. 

Right now, he’s leaning his forehead on your shoulder, grumbling under his breath, but you can’t make out what he’s saying.

“Wanna go take some fresh air?,” you offer.

Joaquín nods, getting off his stool, and he lets you pull him to the back, where you exit to a small patio. You breathe in the cool night air, the buzzing in your ears starting to dissipate. You lean onto the wooden fence and look out to the city below, the lights moving and dancing in the distance like a painting. Or maybe you just can’t focus your eyes right now.

You feel something warm coming up behind you, and Joaquín’s arms snake around your middle as he hugs you into his chest. He hums, swaying you both lightly from side to side, and you laugh, turning within his hold to face him, and you cup his face. His skin feels hot, and you can see the redness on his cheeks even in the dim light.

“You need to learn to pace yourself,” you say.

“Ssshuddup. Sam’s fault,” he retorts, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“Right,” you chuckle. Sam and Joaquín did make some bet or other about how many drinks they could have before losing the ability to walk a straight line.

When he pulls back, his chocolate eyes find yours, albeit slightly out of focus, but his gaze holds so much warmth and affection, you can’t help but get lost in them. He hums again, a smile spreading on his lips. You tilt your head.

“Whatcha thinking about?” you ask.

“You.”

“Yeah?” Your heart flutters.

“Always,” he confirms.

“Anything specific?”

“I, when you…” he starts, struggling to form real words. “Desde el primer momento en que te vi…”

You chuckle, softly pinching his cheek, then cup his face again.

“English, please.”

“You, it’s always been you,” he speaks more clearly this time, and quickly turns his head to place a kiss to your inner wrist. “From the very moment I first saw you, I’ve been in love with you.”

You swallow, tears stinging behind your eyes as you smooth over his cheekbones with your thumbs. Joaquín’s hands slide from your waist to your back to push you closer into him.

“Madly,” he says, and places a kiss on your forehead. “Entirely.” Another on the tip of your nose. “Desperately.” His speech is a bit more slurred on that one, and he kisses the corner of your mouth, giggling goofily as he pulls back to look at you.

You mirror his love struck gaze, softly running your fingers through his curls before you hold the back of his head to pull him close, capturing his lips. It’s not as elegant as it could have been, kissing somewhat sloppily in the dark of night, but you can feel how earnest his words are in the way he holds you, breathes you in. And with every wet kiss he places wherever he can reach, he whispers ‘I love you’s into your skin, the press of his lips leaving a trail of fire, burning his words into your body, to remind you that you’re his and he’s yours. Madly, entirely, desperately. 

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(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

[doctorsiren]

the doodles I did while flying back home today

[charmac]

Holy.

[knowallthethings]

me watching Dev Patel use his teeth to drive a knife into a man's throat in Monkey Man

[clouvu]

Save me french yuri... Save me