#i LOVE it. i love it!!!!!! i love it 💖💖💖💖

[rabbithaver]

happy pride month from our resident husbuns, Squiggles and Oreo! 💖🏳️‍🌈🌈🐇

yes, you read that right! these rabbits are GAY!!!

truly they are the perfect couple. they love snuggling and grooming each other and sharing snackie treats!

[enigmatic-mystery-777]

Omg my babyyyyy

*listens to him intently, completely riveted*

Oh no, oh no, he is seducing me with his deep passion for his field of study and his genuine joy at teaching people about it

[pixlatedvampire]

wow thanks enki from fear and hunger!!

💖✨️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️✨️💗

[rafeslvbug]

Hi lovely!! Hope you’re well, I had an idea for pediatrician!Rafe and single mom!reader!

What if her ex showed up at the hospital looking for her daughter? No one knows who he is since he hasn’t been around but the nurses know Rafe keeps a close eye on this girl and they’re suspicious of someone else trying to come see her.

If not, no worries! Love your ideas, hope you have a great day/night! 💖

it was rush hour, women flying into the ward, nurses running around trying to keep up with the demand. but even that didn’t stop the receptionist from noticing when a certain man walked in, unfamiliar and requesting a loved name around the ward - yours.

she furrowed her brows at him, even more so when he claimed that you had had his baby, not so long ago. maybe a week or so. everyone knew who you were, rafe consistently mentioned you, always asked to see if you had booked your checkups and near about exploded on them when he found out you hadn’t been given proper care.

they loved you nonetheless.

and this man, they didn’t trust. probably because you had aurora two months ago, and they knew your baby daddy disappeared on you.

“i’m sorry, sir, but we don’t have a patient of that name at this moment, so perhaps you continue your search elsewhere?” she said as politely as she could manage, tapping the chair of the nurse who works alongside rafe, conveniently sitting next to her.

“no no! you don’t get it, i know she was here. and this is my daughter, i have a right!” his volume increases, pointing his finger down at the desk, jabbing wildly while the nurse discreetly phones rafe.

the receptionist tries to ease him as she stands by her own lie, “we don’t have that patient here right now, sir. if it is your daughter, perhaps contact her?” she glances towards rafe who looks every inch of his height as he storms through the hallways, towards your ex.

“no, just tell me when my daughter’s checkup is! i’ll see her then!” he demands, even trying to peek over the screen before rafe hauls him back with a hand on his shoulder.

“you’re gonna have to lower that tone here, sir, or i’ll haul you outta here myself,” rafe warns, his tone calm and an intimidating force even in pink scrubs.

“where’s my kid?” your ex asks, shrugging off rafe’s hand to no avail.

“not here. at home which i assume you know where that is?” his tone lightens at the end of his inquiry, feigning innocence even though rafe knows full well you two aren’t in contact anymore.

“yeah, course, i just want her next checkup. i should be there, as her dad,” he seethes.

rafe shakes his head, firmly and once, enough to shut the man up. “not gonna happen, you got legal documents to prove she’s your kid?”

“what? no! i haven’t even seen her yet!” he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

rafe raises a brow, glad he’s finally caught the guy. “you haven’t seen her? but you know she’s at home? a home you got access to?hm..your story’s got some straightening out, and currently you have no legal basis. get those documents and we can chat, for now, get outta my ward.”

your ex opens his mouth to argue, ready to push forward and barge past to find you in the wards, when rafe hooks his arm through your ex’s and hauls him through the double doors, tossing him to the ground where security handles him.

“when you wanna show me those documents, i’ll reconsider!” he calls out to him, turning back towards the receptionists who share a knowing smile with him.

“yeah show me to them, i’ll fuckin’ tear em up,” he mutters to himself, before welcoming the next patient with a smile on his face.

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[revelboo]

Hi I wanted to show off the Bombshell figure I got today at Walmart for 0.02$ bc of an error with their barcode >:3c

You have made me like these lil guys more w ur fics 💖💖 I also rly love ur series with ES Soundwave and Tarn!! 🥺💖

Cute little guy! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Love Language

ES Soundwave x Reader

• Pausing mid-bite when Soundwave storms into his hidden den and his head turns to find you, you go still. Every instinct screaming run even as your body heats with need when he growls and starts your way. Because this has become a habit. Something doesn’t go his way or the Autobots thrash him and you get dragged into the back to his berth and fragged silly. Hear Frenzy snort, because the cassettes all know, apparently they can scent their big, angry dad on you which had just been so much TMI you didn’t need when Lazerbeak had just flat out told you. Hating that they know every time you fuck Soundwave. “He’s going to catch you,” Lazerbeak drawls, sounding amused. Because they care for you, but they’re also not about to interfere.

• Spike stirring when you just shoot him a sullen look as he moves closer, fans kicking on, he bends to grab you and carry you into the back. Not running from him this time, though he’s strangely disappointed by that. Enjoying chasing you down and despite your attempts to run, you’re always aroused when he catches you. Venting deeply, he growls because you’re aroused now. Wants to be disgusted by you. He’s disgusted with himself for needing this. Needing you.

• Stumbling when he drops you in his berth, you go down on a knee, but at least he dumped you on your mattress he’d gotten you after his kids had hounded him. Stripping before he can try to impatiently help and ruin what clothes you have, you grab two pillows, stack them and lay down face down across them. Waiting and startling when he flips you onto your back, your butt sliding off the pillows, making you realize he’s already not only mass shifted, his erect spike is out, the head pearled with slick as his biolights pulse. But he always takes you the other way. Your best guess is that it’s because he hates that he gets aroused by you, so he takes you so he won’t have to meet your eyes. Maybe it’s because this is too intimate, though. Can’t see his optics through his visor, but you still can’t quite look at his face. You like using his body, using him to get off. That’s all this is. Angry hate-fucking. Using each other. This suddenly feels too real, though as he goes down on his knees between your thighs.

• Palms sliding up the outside of your thighs, he vents as you glare up at him. “I hate you,” he growls and you try to roll over. To deny him those angry eyes. Gripping your hips, he slides the head of his spike against you, finding you and stretching you to make you arch on a moan. “I hate that I need this. That I think about it all the time.” Head tilting as he leans back, sitting on his legs. Staring at where your bodies are joined, his spike stretching you. And when he lazily presses deep and retreats, his length is slick with you. Hates it. Loves it. “You’re poisoning me.”

• A startled laugh escapes you as he moves against you. “You reached for me,” you manage, words catching as he shifts slightly, hips pumping as his spike drives deep. Can feel those big, warm hands on you, servos gripping your hips hard enough he’s going to leave more bruises. “You started it.” Moaning, head back against the blankets when he gets rougher, moving more urgently against you and you hook a leg against his hip. Needing more. “You’re awful. Hate you.”

• “Say it,” he snarls, hips snapping against you, the wet sound of you taking his spike as obscene as your moans. The scent of you and what you’re both doing clinging to him, addictive as fragging you. “Tell me you hate me.” You’re his, cupping your face, he slides a servo against your soft lip and you bite him. And he’s shuddering, overloading as his servos tangle in your hair, his mask retracting, sees your eyes widen right before his mouth crashes against yours, hips rocking as he fills you and you cry out against his scarred lips, coming apart for him. Because all of this, all of you, it’s his.

[osamusriceballs]

Perfection 💖

Iwaizumi doodles that I made after gym ⭑.ᐟ

[nova-artifex]

More tma characters! 💖 I especially loved drawing Martin (he is totally not based off my cosplay of him… 👉👈 I would never do something like this)

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Now , Forever

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader (set during CABNW)

Summary: Bucky ended things out of fear , thinking his dark past made him unworthy of love , but when he found her drowning her heartbreak in a bar, he couldn’t stay away.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: anstyyyy then ends happy , established relationship , exes to lovers , lots of drinking , smoking mentioned , depression mentions , alcoholism mentions , buckys past mentioned , blood mentioned , throw up/vomitting , hangover symptoms , medicine mentions , kisses i think thats all....

If I missed any let me know! 💖

A/N: im writing this half asleep and in one contiuos go , so sorry for any mistakes till i can proof read it! this little idea just popped in my head when rewatch CABNW and i just had to quickly whip something up. Hope you enjoy bbys :P

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The night Bucky ended things , you could feel it in your gut before he had even said the words. 

He was tense , shoulders tight as cable , his jaw working like he was chewing on something bitter and sticky. 

The apartment was a little too quiet , the air too still. 

You sat on the edge of the bed , fingers twisting in your lap waiting for the ball to drop.

“Bucky , what is it?” you asked softly.

He didn’t look at you at first. 

He stared at the plush carpeted floor, eyes shadowed and distant in deep thought. 

His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides , the faint creak of the metal plates as his vibranium fingers flexed.

“I can’t do this ,” he finally replied , voice low and hoarse.

Your heart seized up. “What? What do you mean?”

He dragged a hand through his hair , his fingers trembling. 

“I’m not who you think I am. I’ve tried to be… someone better. But it doesn’t change what I’ve done. What I’ve been.”

“Bucky,” you whispered , your voice shaking and broken. 

You stood , crossing the space between you , reaching out to touch his flesh arm. “I know about your past. I know it’s hard for you. But I love you. I don’t care—”

“It’s not that simple!” he snapped , his voice breaking on the last word. 

He flinched like he’d struck you , his expression twisting and turning. “I can’t let you see it. If you did… if you really saw what I’ve done , the blood on my hands , the ghosts that haunt my mind , you’d never look at me the same again and I can't live like that.”

You swallowed hard , tears blurring your vision pouring out. “I already see you , Bucky. I see the man in front of me. I see the way you try every day. That’s who I love.”

He shook his head , shoulders slumping now. “You deserve more than this , more than me. I can’t keep pretending I’m not… tainted and bruised. I thought I could protect you from it , but I can’t.”

You stepped closer, your hands on his chest , feeling the frantic beat of his heart beneath your palms. “Don’t do this,” you whispered. “Please don’t , you dont mean it right?”

But his hands came up wrapping around your wrists , gently but firmly removing yours from his chest. His eyes were wet now , his lips trembling. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I have to.”

And with that , he turned and walked out the door , leaving you standing there with your heart in your hands and the taste of his goodbye lingering on your lips.

You didn’t go home that night. 

Couldn’t. The apartment felt like an empty tomb without him , every shadow whispering his name. So you ran.

The bar down the street was loud and bright , neon signs flickering in the dark and glitter scattered around like promises you knew better than to believe. 

You pushed your way in , the music hitting you with a physical force , the beat so loud it rattled inside your bones.

You didn’t bother with grabbing a seat. 

You went straight to the bar , your voice barely a thread as you ordered a shot of vodka. 

The bartender gave you a once-over , something like concern flickering in his eyes, but he poured it anyway, sliding it over.

You tossed it back, the burn slipping down your throat a welcome distraction from the ache in your heart. 

You ordered another. 

And another. 

The edge of the bar was sticky under your fingertips , the smell of sweat and smoke heavily thick in the air.

The world started to blur around the edges. 

Faces became smears of color and simple shapes , laughter and conversation melting into the thud of the bass blaring. 

You ordered another shot , your hand shaking so badly the shot glass clinked against the counter.

Someone bumped into you , muttered an apology you didn’t hear. 

You didn’t care. 

Nothing mattered except the heat of the alcohol and the numbness creeping through your veins.

Just what you were wanting.

Your phone buzzed and lit up in your jeans pocket , a tiny lifeline in the noise and haze. 

You fumbled for it , your fingers clumsy and tingling , almost dropping it twice before you managed to answer.

“Hello?” you mumbled,  your voice thick and slurred , not even looking at the contact.

“Hey,” Sam Wilson's voice came through , calm but urgent. “Where are you?”

You tried to focus , tried to remember. “I’m… I’m at the bar. The one by the river. He… he left me , Sam.” Your voice cracked , a sob breaking free before you could stop it. “Bucky left me.”

Sam took a breath on the other end , calming himself. “Okay. Listen to me. I need you to stay right there. I’m coming to get you , okay? Don't leave.”

You clutched the phone so hard it could crack under the pressure. “Don’t… don’t tell him where I am . Please. I don’t want him to see me like this.”

“I won’t,” Sam promised. “I’m just going to get you home safe.”

You didn’t remember hanging up. 

You didn’t remember much of anything after that , just the constant too loud music pounding in your buzzing head , the alcohol burning a hole in your gut and chest , and the feeling that you were already halfway to nowhere.

You slumped forward , your head resting on the bar top , the shot glass still clutched in your hand like medicine. 

You didn’t even fight it when the world went black around you.

When you woke back up , it was to the smell of stale coffee and paper. 

Sam’s office. 

The overhead light was dim , the soft hum of the city outside the only sound you could make out right now.

You tried to sit up , but your head felt like it was full of broken glass and bricks. A groan slipped past your lips , and you pressed a hand to your forehead , trying to piece together how you got here.

Your eyes caught a picture frame on Sam’s desk , Sam and Bucky, arms slung around each other, grinning wide and bright. 

It felt like a punch to the gut. 

In your fuzzy , still havely drunken mind , you couldn’t separate the photo from the real people.

You stumbled to the desk , your hands trembling as you reached for the frame. “Bucky,” you whispered , your voice small and raw. “Why’d you leave me? Why didn’t you let me fight for you , for us?”

Tears welled up , slipping hot and fast down your cheeks. You pressed the frame to your chest , your body shaking with sobs. “I love you,” you cried , your voice ragged. “I love you so much , please, don’t leave me.”

The picture didn’t answer. 

It just stared back at you , frozen in time. You sank to your knees , the frame still clutched in your hands , your tears dripping onto the glass.

And then , from the doorway , you heard a voice , soft , rough , but unmistakably real and him.

“I’m here.”

You looked up , your breath catching in your throat. 

Bucky stood there , his expression a mix of anguish and love , his hands curled into fists at his sides.

“Bucky,” you gasped , the frame slipping from your fingers. “You’re… you’re here.”

He crossed the room in three long strides , dropping to his knees in front of you. His hands came up to cradle your face , thumb pads brushing away your warm tears. “I’m here,” he said again, his voice shaking. “I’m so sorry.”

You threw your arms around his neck , burying your face in his shoulder. 

The scent of him , leather and pine soap and something uniquely his , wrapped around you , grounding you to the world.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” you sobbed. “I thought I lost you.”

“Never,” he murmured , his breath warm against your hair. “I was trying to protect you. But I was wrong. I can’t protect you by pushing you away.”

Your fingers curled in the fabric of his jacket , holding him like you’d drown if you let go. 

Bucky didn’t say another word as he stood and scooped you into his arms. You let out a soft gasp , surprised by the effortless strength of his hold , but you didn’t fight it. 

You didn’t want to.

Your head lolled against his chest as he carried you out of Sam’s office. 

The cold night air bit at your skin , but it didn’t matter. 

All you could feel was the steady , sure beat of his heart under your cheek.

Sam and Joaquin hovered in the doorway, their expressions worried but relieved.

“Thank you guys,” Bucky murmured , his voice a promise as he shifted you in his arms. “I’ve got her.”

Sam gave him a small nod. “You know where I am if you need anything.”

Bucky just nodded , but his focus was entirely on you.

The ride back to your apartment was quiet and short.. 

You curled against him in the passenger seat of his car, the streetlights blurring past in streaks of white and golden light.. 

You felt the rough but also soft pad of his thumb brushing soothing circles on the back of your hand and knuckles , the last bit of tether to reality , in the here and now.

When you reached your building , he carried you inside like you weighed nothing at all. 

He kicked the door shut behind him , the soft click of the lock sealing you in with him , no more noise , no more neon lights , just you and him and the quiet of the night.

He set you down gently on the edge of your bed , his hands lingering on your shoulders as he knelt in front of you. 

Your eyelids fluttered , heavy with exhaustion and the last dregs of alcohol sinking in  , but you forced them to still be open.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby ,” he murmured , his voice a low rasp that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded , your breath hitching as his fingers brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. 

He reached for a washcloth in the nearby dresser , running it under warm water before wringing it out. 

He cupped your cheek with his flesh hand , tilting your head slightly as he began to wipe away the smudged mascara and left over makeup ruined by your tears.

The gentle drag of the cloth was comforting , his touch so tender it made your stomach do a flutter.

“I missed you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, eyes still closed. “So much.”

“I missed you too,” he said softly, his eyes full of intent on cleaning your face. “Every second.”

He set the now dirty washcloth aside , his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he moved to brush your hair. 

He found your black hairbrush on the nightstand , the bristles worn and familiar.

He worked slowly , carefully , untangling each knot with a patience that made you want to cry again but you were drained of all tears. 

Your eyes fell closed again , breathing in the familiarity of having him here with you , letting yourself relax under his touch.

“There you go,” he murmured , his voice a soothing rumble. “Almost done.”

When he was finished , he gathered your hair in a messy ponytail , his fingers deft as he laid it over your back. He tied it off with a small black band , his knuckles brushing against your collarbone in a way that made your skin tingle.

“Better?” he asked, his lips curling into a small smile.

You nodded , blinking up at him with glassy eyes. “Yeah. Thank you.”

He pressed a barely there and oh so quick kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you into bed , okay?”

He helped you out of your rumpled and dirty day clothes reeking of cheap vodka and that smokey club smell , swapping them for one of his old t-shirts that you loved so much. 

It hung loose on your frame , the fabric soft and word against your skin. When he was done , he tucked you in , smoothing the blankets and duvet around you with a care that stole your breath.

He paused for a moment , just watching you. 

His eyes traced every line of your face , every dotted freckle , and the soft curve of your lips , even the faint flush on your cheeks.

“I love you,” he said finally, his voice rough. “I hope you know that.”

“I love you too,” you murmured , your voice thick and raw with sleep. “Don’t leave again. Please.”

He brushed your fly aways back from your face , his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek bone . “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “Not this time, not ever again.”

You drifted off to sleep with his hand in yours , the world fading around you like the last echoes of a bad dream.

You woke to the sharp , twisting pain of a hangover in your gut and piercing dull pain in your head , your mouth overly dry. 

You stumbled to the bathroom barely making it , half-blind with the bright morning light streaming through the window.

Before you could even get your mind together , Bucky was there. 

He knelt beside you as you vomited into the toilet , his hand steady and warm on your back , his other hand gathering your hair away from your face to keep it clean and out of the way.

“It’s okay , I'm right here ,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Just let it out.”

When you were done and spent , he wiped your mouth with a damp corner of a  towel and helped you rinse your mouth and brush your teeth. 

You leaned against the cool tile wall ,  breathing ragged, but he didn’t move away. 

He stayed right there the entire time , his thumb brushing over your temple.

“Here,” he said , holding out a glass of cool water. “Small sips not too much.”

You took it with shaking hands , the cold liquid a relief against your parched and raw throat. 

You managed a weak smile of thanks , your eyes bleary as you looked at him.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you said , your voice barely audible.

“I wanted to ,” he said simply. “I love you.”

Tears welled up again , but this time they were soft , gentle. “I love you too,” you said , your voice breaking. “I don’t want you to run anymore.”

He cupped your face in his hands , his thumb brushing away the single tear that slipped down your cheek. “Then I don’t,” he said. “We face it together.”

He pulled you into a hug , his arms wrapping around you like a shield against the world. 

You clung to him , your face buried in his shoulder , breathing him in.

“You’re it for me,” he said softly, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re my forever.”

You looked up at him, your eyes shining. “You’re my forever too.”

He pressed his forehead to yours , the soft morning light catching on the tears in your lashes. “Then let’s start that forever right here , right now,” he murmured.

In the quiet morning , with the world slowly waking around you , you knew that no matter what came next , no matter how dark the nights , how heavy the memories , you’d now face it together. And that was all you both needed.

-end 🌷

Comments , Reblogs , Likes and Requests are always loved!

(although if you liked this fic please consider reblogging so it can reach a wider audience)

They let me know that you are enjoying what I'm publishing and gives me motivation to write more and more! :33

[princessazzi]

it's hard loving a chronically offline queen bc i feel like i'm having withdrawals seeing her for 2 seconds but idc. that's my shayla right here, love her down no matter what. 😭💖

[sarahowritesostucky]

I cannot stress this enough: WRITE. YOUR. REPRESENTATIVES. State AND Local.

Art and motivational posts are really great to rally everyone together, create a sense of community with compassion, safety, and connection, and to express oneself on an individual level. But it is writing personalized letters and signed petitions to your representatives in your state government and at the federal level that is so, so, so important. I know from experience that a few, heartfelt letters can make a real difference in softening an otherwise hardened heart. So please, if you can afford a few stamps and envelopes, write your representatives and let them know how different proposed legislation would help or harm you and those you love. 💖

🧵 THREAD: This #PrideMonth, don’t forget that the fight for queer liberation didn’t start or end with marriage equality.

💪✨ We need to keep fighting for our rights.

Here’s are a few examples:

💋 Before the 2003 Supreme Court ruling in Lawrence v. Texas, same-smex smexual activity was illegal in fourteen U.S. states, Puerto Rico, and the U.S. military

👶 Before 2015, LGBTQ+ couples couldn’t adopt in all 50 states. Before the Supreme Court ruling in Obergefell v. Hodges, laws varied wildly by state.

🏳️‍🌈 Before 1973, the American Psychiatric Association listed homosmexuality as a ‘mental illness.’ In December 1973, a vote was successfully held to remove it.

🗳️ Before 1974, there were no openly gay elected officials. That changed with Kathy Kozachenko, who became the first openly gay American elected to public office in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

🎖️ Before 2011, “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” banned LGBTQ+ people from serving openly in the military.

💍 Before 2015, LGBTQ+ couples couldn’t get married in all 50 states. At the time, laws varied by state, and while many states allowed for civil unions for same-sex couples, it created a separate but equal standard.

💼 Before 2020, employers could legally discriminate against queer and trans employees. It wasn’t until the U.S. Supreme Court held that an employer who fires or otherwise discriminates against an individual simply for being gay or transgender is in violation of Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.

[velka-art]

I LOVE YOUR LUX STYLE! It's too silly and a lil' charmer❤️ (asbhbfhbahbi it's to hot—)

I have an idea that Lux accidentally (in Y/N's presence) bit into a VERY cold ice cream and… the rest is history.😅🥶

(Could you draw it— consider it?)

thank you, anon! 💖💖I did a little other version and I hope that is ok!

but don't worry. he got his ice cream later. <3

[rosesrotofficial]

the killer chat! expanded kickstarter is live! :D

hello all! i'm super psyched to say that our kickstarter for killer chat! expanded edition is now live! pledge our kickstarter now and go grab all that you desire, what are you waiting for? ;3

but what does that entail, rosesrot, you may be asking?

what are the rewards, rosesrot?

we've got a range: from game keys, posters and keychains to making up your own server events and even a whole new ending for your serial killer lover! 😳

(a tiny peek at what we've got to offer...)

you can see them on the page or read all about them here!

we've got a lot going on! oh and also… oiled up love interests… i see you…

got any questions about our kickstarter?

we've got a handy-dandy FAQ here!

and last, but certainly not least!

as a reward, we've got a new major demo update for you! it's a little showcase of the features and content we'll have in the expanded edition ;) you can download it on…

🤍 STEAM

❤️ ITCH

please know that this update is not compatible with your old saves! loading an old save will corrupt the game.

if you have any problems, please report them in this bug report form here !

thank you so much! i'll see you on kickstarter :D

also chat why are we already £14k 😭 funded? i love u guys 💖

[sharkkweak]

This pride month I think we should not only love and protect our intersex siblings but educate ourselves about intersex conditions and the intersex experience 💖💖

[phantomseyes]

I love this comuc so much💖 blue medic is such a creature

Putting things back together..

[lokutofu]

The boys for a friend 😌💝

[spiritual-turg]

She's literally SO gorgeous!!!!

OG by Joetastic!!!