#mitch tag

[spinebuster]

Griiiiiff, Trick or Treat! (I'm sorry I'm a day late but Happy halloween!)

<3 - Mitch

mitch!! i didn’t participate yesterday so technically you’re right on time!

[muttbrainmaxwell]

Iggy!

For the colour Ask Game - Yellow!

<3 - Mitch

Mitch!!! Ilysm your fics are ao fucking amazing! I'm still waiting for more Lord Regal 🥺

[penpalspencil]

get small idiot

[hauntedbestie]

:D Love you too Lex <3 - Mitch

[randomsufff]

I’m cooking so hard- these aren’t even all the doodles I wanted to draw of these little guys lol

First two doodles are inspired by other posts- the sunflower image is from this post by leeyzart - though they did a more wholesome comic with it 💀 and the Umbrella Academy car meme was inspired by this post by saprozoicworm - the doodle on the bottom left reminded me of it, though idk if that was an intentional reference

The Creek comic is inspired by my head canon that Tweek wears, like, combat or just heavy duty snow boots and Craig wears Converse. Probably a widespread fan canon, but as a girlie who has always worn converse, even to her restaurant job which I don’t recommend, I have almost slip or actually slipped so many times, and I wanted to draw Craig going through that lmao

Second comic is a thought I had when playing TFBW cause there’s this one cutscene, after you defeat Professor Chaos on the roof of the U-Store-It, where Stan does his thing where he flies up using his tape measure or whatever, but WE’RE ON THE ROOF??? WHAT ARE YOU HOOKING ONTO?????? And I thought it was a funny visual if Jesus just was picking his up, cause how else would you explain that (I guess it could be like ~imagination~ but that’s not as funny

[simmyfrobby]

*And people are wrong about urban myths. Logic and reason say that these are fictional creations, retold again and again by people who are hungry for evidence of weird coincidence, natural justice and so on. They aren’t. They keep on happening all the time, everywhere, as the stories bounce back and forth across the universe ... Urban myths are alive.

Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad.

(inspo.)

[faggotmox]

Chamomile ⇢ What kind of things do you like receiving as gifts? (Bonus question - What's the best gift that you've ever received?)

<3 - Mitch

get to know me || @kayfabebabe

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

it maybe shocking to find out i love getting wrestling related gifts. anything from t-shirts & merch to little hand made things to action figures to cameos. legit anything to do with wrestling. the best gifts ive been given: crocheted little mox <3, nick gage cameo, & the carhart jacket.

[luvscnarios]

Like Porcelain ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎ

Pairing :: Jing Yuan x fem!housewife!reader. Word Count :: 829. Warnings :: slightly suggestive towards the end, reader is described to be shorter than Jing Yuan, reader is described to be spoiled. Notes :: shamelessly projected here, whoopsie dingle 🎀.

“And maybe because these stupid shoes are too loose or are bad quality because now I have crazy blisters on my heels! So not only do my feet ache from walking so much, but now they’re all swollen too! I think I might die, I fear.”

Jing Yuan could only chuckle as he dutifully massaged your feet, listening to your complaints with a grin. As a general, blisters were barely something to rant over for almost half an hour, but then again he had centuries to build that pain tolerance. Not to mention that you were a spoiled little housewife, unknowing of discomfort and strain. What a delicate thing you have become, like porcelain, in constant need of coddling and care.

The culprit for the red blisters marring your feet was your monthly run around the Luofu for some errands. Usually, you just whine about the throbbing of your soles after walking all over the place and move on with your day. But not this time. You decided to wear some new shoes you recently bought from you can’t even remember and when you came home, you kicked them off like they had poison and awkwardly shuffled to the bedroom. All while cursing and complaining. 

This was all the more proof of how much Jing Yuan loved you because he followed you into the bedroom and wordlessly took your feet into his hands as you collapsed on the edge of your bed, doing his best to massage them and ease the pain. So from then to now, he’s been kneeling on the floor giving you a massage and listening to you rant without interrupting once. Not even when his knees began to ache from the hard floor or the fact your voice was way too loud. He spoiled you utterly rotten with his affection and devotion to you, but he wouldn't have it any other way. 

Once it was clear you were done with your little spiel, Jing Yuan kissed your ankles and lifted himself off the floor. Sitting right next to you at the edge of the bed, one is his sturdy arms curled around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. “Are you done, my love? You’re as whiny as a baby, such a spoiled little wife.” And before you could fire back at him with more scathing words, he cut you off by squishing your cheeks with his free hand and shutting you up with a kiss. You let out a huff through your nose but still melt into the kiss, nuzzling yourself closer to the warmth of Jing Yuan’s body. Your husband, loyal devotee, and wet cat of a lover was the only thing on your mind with his firm lips on yours. It was a surprisingly chaste kiss and you found yourself forgetting why you were so upset in the first place, the dull discomfort from your blistered feet fading away. 

Jing Yuan pulled away and you shamelessly tried to chase his lips, pouting once more as he held you still by the cheeks. And yet, your eyes told him you were more amused than annoyed by his antics even if you were pouting like an entitled brat. He had created a menace for sure but those saccharine eyes cut him to the core and crumbled his resolve. Jing Yuan loved you. You might as well take his heart, it’s already full of you. 

“You know, a little birdie told me that a warm bath with some soothing bath salts can help soothe aching and blistered feet. Want me to draw you a bath?” Before you got a chance to even answer his question, Jing Yuan slid his arms under your back and legs to pick you up as you yelped at the sudden movement. Holding you in the ever so typical bridal style, your arms instinctively curled around his neck as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Under all the silky hair of his and on his skin, you breathed in the scent of musk and woodiness and the fainest traces of your citrus body wash. This was the smell of home and of comfort. An aroma that floods your senses and gives you a sense of protection and cosset love. 

Although you knew he probably can’t even see your head and he already answered his own questions for you, you still nodded at the suggestions of a nice warm bath. “A bath is good. Together. But let’s actually shower and not start getting all handsy with each other. Like every time we try showering together.” Another huff left your lips and your warm breath fanned against the junction of his skin, not helping his restraint when it came to honoring your wish. Jing Yuan’s laughter rumbled deep from his chest and as he gently carried to the bathroom, pressing another lingering kiss to the top of your head. 

“I make no promises, my love. No promises.”

[shoukohime]

dads in fiction <<< guys in fiction who see a kid in a fucked up situation without a guardian to take care of them and asks is anyone gonna look after this kid? and don't wait for an answer

[pemguims]

three clicks then i'm home

(inspired by this fanvid by @txstars which gave me permanent brain damage :3)

[tkachukisms]

i think matthew would be scared of furbies. i think he'd see one and go oh gosh oh what IS that while laughing nervously and looking side to side like he's in a locked room with an ambiguously aggressive dog and not a toy made up of fluff and plastic. god forbid he finds out you can learn the language. | don't know what all that was, sorry man, anyway, hashtag rewind?

[spinebuster]

Hallo Griff! For Smash or Pass - Guy Fieri

<3 - Mitch

i literally tagged my insta post with hashtag guy fieri today mitch!!! hi!!! i definitely would but the flame shirt and the sunglasses stay on

[korshrimpski]

ice hockey as random screenshots [part 2]

[penpalspencil]

lucky star if it was emo

[3416]

1634 WARMUPS WE ARE SO BACK FOR REAL

[luvscnarios]

Mind Bubbles - Much Gallagher ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Note :: Can't write anything of substance but I wrote this 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 blurb rotting in my head for the past day 🫠 mdni as always 🗣

“Gentle! I said gentle, fuck!” Your thighs clenched around Gallagher’s head as he curled another finger into your slick cunt, his lips feverishly sucking on your clit. His pace was unforgiving, skillfully pressing two of his thick fingers into your g-spot over and over again as he made your head spin. It was too much and not enough all at the same time, he must have you made cum at least twice on his tongue alone. But now with him scissoring you as his life depended on it, you felt a dangerously tense coil in your lower abdomen threatening to snap at any moment. 

A particularly harsh thrust against your sweet spot had you gasping and your hands flew to tug at his hair, too overwhelmed to snap at him but grounded enough to react other than moaning. All you could do was watch through half-lidded eyes in total enchantment as Gallagher rutted his lips against the mattress, desperate for a fraction of friction against his aching dick. It was such an erotic sight, practically rewiring your brain at the sight of seeing your beloved yearning with such an animalistic desire. Before you knew it, your entire body tensed up and your back arched on instinct, low whimpers escaping your lips.

“Shit, shit, fuck…Gallagher, I’m gonna-” you didn’t get to finish your sentence as your orgasm knocked the literal wind out of you. Your mouth contorted into a silent cry as your thighs trembled around his head and your juices soaked his mouth and stubble. Pleasure ran through your body like wildfire, engulfing every nerve. It wasn’t often you squirted but you just knew you did, shuddering as your climax brought on an onslaught of overstimulation. You whimpered as Gallagher kept going, watching him pull out his fingers to lap at every drop of your release. He dragged his tongue from your clit to your entrance and when he tried to prod his tongue within your slit, you had to weakly push his head away in protest. You seriously doubted you could take anymore. 

Thankfully, he caught on and pulled away from your cunt after pressing one last kiss to your puffy folds. Despite your blissed-out state, you gave a little giggle at the fact he pulled away while heaving for air and licking up the last bit of your slick off the corners of his lips. Oh, and that face spoke endless words of adoration and those amorous eyes silently begged for more. It drove your heart up the walls and all over your home. All in due time you would take care of him.  

He peeled his body off the mattress and flopped on top of you, pressing all of his weight against your sweaty body. And just like you’d done a hundred times before, you curled your arms around his neck and pulled him for a rapacious kiss. Messy and sloppy with drool and tongue in the mix without a crumb of shame from either of you. You could taste yourself in his mouth and feel him humping your thighs, holding him as tight as physics would allow. The Aeons themselves could try to stray your heart from him but you’d only want Gallagher at the end of the day. You momentarily pulled away from the kiss, gazing up at him with the most passionate gaze you could conjure. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”