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[justcatposts]

Wife and daughter went to adopt a cat, came home with 2 (sisters).

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[rakiah]

This is just fucking insane.

[poisonedfate]

bbc merlin - 03x12 The Coming of Arthur, Part I

something very satisfying about the way they move

[frnkiebby]

i want to bite~🎃

[rae-unbeloved]

Chat i ate smth edible for once instead of wood or dice, are yall proud of me?🥺🥺🥺🥺

[alovesongtheywrote]

10 songs i’ve listened to lately!

a chance to subject people to my music taste? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP, thank you @spookyspiderboiii for the tag :D

(also, i don't use spotify, so this is just gonna be a list)

1 - that unwanted animal by the amazing devil 2 - sweater weather by the neighborhood 3 - take me to church by hozier, covered by eva noblezada 4 - where evil grows by the poppy family 5 - it took me by surprise by maria mena 6 - touch tone telephone by lemon demon 7 - mary on a cross by ghost 8 - closer by the tiny 9 - the fruits by paris paloma 10 - too sweet by hozier

no pressure tags @cumulo-stratus @mxcheese @prismarts @aethling @the-jackals and @ whoever else wants to, PLEASE share your music with me

[brickiebrickie]

As much as I love ep 12, I’m really disappointed that the scene of Laios reprimanding Falin didn’t have the same impact as in the manga.

Especially here.He so deeply cares for her but he’s still very visibly upset that she wasn’t as concerned for her own safety as he was/is.His clench and her soft patting,Laios’s silence and Falin gently assuring him that she’ll be more careful,it’s so emotionally dense.Suddenly Laios isn’t his usual silly self and Falin isn’t as drifty as she’s usually depicted.The tight squeeze he gives her after,once thinking that he had lost her forever.I really wish the anime had this.

[loveindefinitely]

task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.

-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)

thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.

one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.

cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.

he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.

"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.

you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."

his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."

you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.

johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.

three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.

manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.

"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.

you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."

a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"

you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."

the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.

"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.

"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.

"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.

"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"

it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.

johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.

"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.

johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.

"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.

"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"

you shudder.

"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.

"forty-three."

your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.

all you can manage is one question.

"take me home?"

[regonold]

I kinda want danny who's been adopted by the wanyes to be schmoozing it up at a gala (because listen nothing is funnier than the image of Gotham elites being like oh whats this one's gimmick cus all the other's have something only for danny to just be a dude) only for like the giw to raid the place to get danny ( cus he's a ghost? Cus he's a Fenton? Who knows)

Only for danny to pick up a bottle chug it smash it and vault out a window shouting you'll never catch me alive

Now this increases his reputation with most Gothamites and rouges and absolutely worries the fuck out of the batfam why is the government chasing you danny and hiw are you so good at running

[b0tster]

i fucking hate this country

[notdysfunk]

[strange-aeons]

Finally looked at my Spotify wrapped and my top artist is an obscure French Canadian synth pop band. Yes I am in their top 0.01% of listeners. Yes I had one really weird week back in May.

[mishori-o]

MORE SCARIAN

[teaboot]

IT KEEPS HAPPENING

[itsapmseymour]

[206ofgoodomensdestoryedme]

the only reason alastor hates lucifer so much is because he has a cane, and only he can have a cane. (OBVIOUSLY not because alastor probably hates being on lilths leash so he's trying his hardest to follow her orders so therefore he hates lucifer just bc lilth said to)