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[ghost-in-the-corner]

One thing I appreciate about Barbie was the emphasis on age.

I was emotional when Barbie told the old woman how beautiful she was, and when Ruth came in and helped her become human.

It was also the fact that America Ferrera was the one having the crisis that caused Barbie to do the same.

The whole concept of the toy doesn't end in childhood. Cause she is an idea; Barbie is forever. She's everything. She's meant to inspire women to keep going for what they dream. You don't age out of these ideas, they grow with you, just like how Margot Robbie grew with America Ferrera.

[emptyjunior]

Can't stop thinking about how the actual wording of the prophecy is "one who CALLS you friend."

Luke took Percy out into those woods, knowing that if Percy didn't join him, he would need to kill him quietly.

Luke let Percy walk through the world with the lightning bolt, knowing if anyone was to find it on him he'd be smited instantly.

Luke gave Percy the shoes, planning for them to drag Percy down into the pits of hell and the hungry hungry embrace of Kronos.

Luke has love for annabeth, his sister, Luke has love for Grover, his protector, but he saw a forbidden kid and made a calculated decision on how best to utilise him and planned to eliminate him easily and swiftly in one elegant move, using him as a mule in the progress.

Percy was looking for which one of his friends would betray him, not realising it was one who only called him friend.

Percy not being important to Luke doesn't change how meaningful that relationship was for Percy, but boy howdy does it make it that much sadder😭

[tangledinink]

recently a small child tearfully begged me to update stabilize, and i'm only halfway joking-- so i did.

tmnt: stabilize

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[oakbuggy]

I've been reading thru @aperiraa's blog WHICH IS SO MUCH FUNN and I did some fanart based on this post and just my own headcanons on what human!Neteyam would look like

maybe will draw a p2!

[thatsrightice]

F-14 FUN FACT OF THE DAY #13

The F-14 Tomcat was affectionately nicknamed the “Turkey” due to its appearance when coming in for a landing on an aircraft carrier. During the landing approach there are tons of moving parts; the flaps and slats are out, the wings are extended, the air brake is up, the stabilizers are wobblin’ all over the place, and all four spoilers. To the pilots, Landing Signal Officers, and other personnel on deck, the aircraft appeared to look like the waddling, awkward flight of a turkey.

[piconoodle]

bugs

[im-still-watching-anime]

ino: everyone’s a little gay

ino, looking over at sakura: not me though i’m a LOT gay

[andichoseyou]

a word that shows up on all 10 of taylor swift’s albums: a series

word of the week: away

[theblackparadecomic]

CHAPTER ONE: TEENAGERS | PAGES 69-73

[pythnensis]

reading the last chapter is a train wreck damn

[alitteraladhdmess]

Artificial

Decided to make my official design for Night Eyes Donatello

Cw: lots of blood, 3rd degree burns

@tmntaucompetition

[shanastoryteller]

SOMETHING SIAT PLEASE. Christmas themed? HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Draco is twenty eight, so perhaps he should have been expecting this, but he's appalled. "I can't host the family dinner!"

"You have to take over for you father eventually," his mother says, which is a bit rich when he's still in his fifties. Then again if the mid tier cousins keeping pissing him off, he might really retire to France to avoid them. "This is just an intermediate step."

"We don't have the space," he insists.

His mother gives him a mild look. "Dear."

"The townhouse isn't big enough and expansion charms are tacky," he says. "Besides, when I actually take over for Dad, we'll move back into the manor, so changing the location doesn't even make any sense."

She sighs, as if he's a troublesome teenager again and not being completely logical. "Very well." His relief is short lived. "You can host it in the manor. This year."

"Mum!" he whines.

[newtdrawz]

WAITWAITWAIT HEADCANONS FOR TWO AND PONYS FRIENDSHIP?!(!(!(&(& PLEEEEASEE I LOVE YOUR HCS

YESE AHHH I'm so glad cuz I love making them 😭

I love Two-bit with my whole heart and I love their friendship SO MUCH 😭😭 the amount of older brother figures this kid has is insane 😭

OK SO,,

Two honestly loves Pony, loves him like a brother and Pony does too

When Two first met Pony he was pretty young (idk the ages of the gang when they all first met and I cannot find it anywhere 😭 so I'm taking it into my own hands) and he was honestly obsessed with him

Two always wanted a little brother so whenever Pony would tag along with his brothers Two would be pretty happy abt it while mostly everyone else was a little annoyed lol

Two was never really bothered when Pony followed him around or asked him a million questions while they were all out with the gang

Two always tries to get Pony out of his comfort zone, but not the way Dally does 😭😭

Two tries to encourage Pony to get out of his shell and get out more

He tries to get him to talk to girls more too (which honestly most of the time goes south 😭😭)

Two was really the only one who was able to get Pony out of the house after Mr. And Mrs. Curtis died, he was persistent enough that it ended up working (Soda and Darry thanked him a million times but Two-bit said it was no big deal) (he does the same thing after Johnny and Dally)

Two will steal gifts for Pony while Pony makes gifts for Two

Two-bit will steal art supplies for Pony or anything that he see's and makes him think of Pony

One time he stole like a pack of bookmarks that he thought where funny ("you'll never believe what I found, it's bookmarks with worms reading books!")

Pony will try and draw Two's favorite cartoon characters, especially Mickey Mouse, and give them to him

Two gets really excited each time and he'll hang them around his room at home or keep them safe in a box

Two has unspoken permission from Darry and Soda to give Pony talking to's when he does something stupid

Two also tries to keep Pony out of trouble the best he can, he also tries not to steal when he's with Pony incase someone calls the cops or anything

If he catches word of Pony doing something dumb or hanging out with people Darry specifically told him not to hang out with (COUGH CURLY COUGH) Two will swoop in, pull him away and scold him a little before his brothers can hear anything about it ("You're lucky I caught word of you doin' somethin dumb before Darry or Soda did. I'm not gonna tell em, but don't let me catch you doin it again.")

Two honestly doesn't want Pony to turn out like anyone in the gang so he tells him out right to not do anything he's doing (like how Dally does) ("You see me stealin all the time but don't go out and try and copy me, alright?")

Two-bit is ALWAYS rough housing with Pony 😭

Any chance the two get they're wrestling on the floor

Two-bit's obviously a little stronger then Pony, but Pony's faster

Two will lift him up or hold him down to try and win but Pony will run and try and tire him out to win

Darry HATES when they wrestle in the house, Two-bit tries to remember to wait till they get outside but he always forgets 😭

Two-bit and school do not mix but Pony somehow gets him to do work

They end up having a class together and it's the only class where Two-bit does the work/homework, only cuz Pony tells him too

Pony is NOT about to mess around in class and he outright tells Two-bit that 😭 (he's not trying to get the teacher to call home and get him in trouble)

The teacher is honestly bewildered (a little scared too 😭😭) to see Two-bit sitting quietly and doing actual work. They're even more shocked when he turns things in (are half the answers wrong? Yeah. Did he still do it and turn it in? Yeah.) (It's not that he's dumb he just doesn't care 😭)

Two-bit always tries to sit with Pony at lunch and get him talking. (Pony's honestly so quiet at school so Two tries to also get him out of his shell there too lol)

Pony honestly thinks Two is the funniest person he knows

Pony idolizes a lot of people but Two-bit is definitely on that list, maybe top 5 of people he idolizes.

Pony would never tell him or anyone that but he really does look up to him

He gets a little jealous of how extroverted Two can be and how confident he is so he tries to copy him just a little bit 😭 (like how Johnny pointed that out in the book lol)

He honestly doesn't realize how many mannerisms he's picked up from Two until someone points it out (Steve's the first to point it out and Pony gets so embarrassed but Two is honestly overjoyed by it)

Ah ok!! This one was really fun to do too!! I loves this duo sm 😭

I hope I did them justice 🙏 again anyone feel free to add on!!

(Again sorry if there's any spelling mistakes or if this is ooc 😭😭 I'm trying man)

[forestlion]

Das Schwoben-Manifesto: eine Übernatürlich-Fanfiktion

Die Gebrüder Wuppertal saßen bedächtig am Küchentisch in ihrem Zweiter-Weltkrieg-Bunker und löffelten Hochzeitstütensuppe von Knorr, als plötzlich eine 1,79cm große Gestalt vor ihnen auftauchte.

"Jungs", grunzte Karsten Engeldesherrn - seines Zeichens halb Mann, halb Brieftaube - mit röchelnder Lunge. "Ich habe einen neuen Fall für TKKG, die Profis in spe. T steht für Tieter, K für Karsten, K für Kamuel und G für Gute Laune. Spe steht für das Waschmittel mit dem Fuchs."

"TKKG? Ich dachte, wir hätten uns auf die Drei Semikolons;;; geeinigt?", fragte Samuel Wuppertal und stellte seine Club Mate zur Seite, aber so, dass die Kamera das Logo einfing.

"Ich dachte, wir sind die plus/minus fünf Freunde?", meinte Dieter Wuppertal und ließ die Gummiträger seiner schwarzen BDSM-Lack- und Lederhose schnalzen.

Karsten zuckte mit den Schultern und ließ seinen fliederfarbenen Fjällräven Kanken-Rucksack auf den Boden neben dem Tisch plumpsen. Mit einem Seufzer zog er sich auch seine beige Patagonia-Daunenjacke aus, die er günstig auf www Punkt bergsteiger Punkt de ergattert hatte. “Lirum, Larum.”, sagte Karsten und setzte sich zu den Ehrlich Brothers an den Tisch. 

"Dann schieß mal los, Karsti.", sagte Samu und haute mit seiner Elefantenhand auf die Tischfläche, sodass das blumige Porzellangeschirr mit Goldakzenten klirrte. 

"Ich besitze weder eine Schusswaffe, noch eine Schusswaffenlizenz, mein werter Herr Gesangsverein.", entgegnete der Engel unbeeindruckt und mit gerunzelter Stirn, die Falten und Wellen auf seinem Gesicht schlug. 

"Boah, jetzt sag halt!", murrte Diddi ungeduldig und fuhr sich durch sein kurzgeschorenes Haar, Seiten - wie immer - auf null. 

"Hetz mich nicht!", hisste Karsten. "Also. Ihr werdet's mir echt nicht glauben, aber ich war in… in… Stuttgart."

Die zwei Brüder atmeten erschrocken ein, schauten sich gegenseitig an, atmeten erschrocken wieder aus, erblickten Karsten, der langsam nickte, atmeten erneut erschrocken und furchtvoll ein. Sie brüteten für einen Moment sprachlos über ihrer kalt gewordenen Suppe. Dann ergriff Dieter das Maggi-Geschmacksverstärkerfläschchen, das neben den Backerbsen stand mit zitternder Hand.

“Alter, ich war in der Hölle… Samu war im Käfig mit Luzifer… wir waren im Fegefeuer… aber… aber Stuttgart? Heimat und Headquarters von Big Schwoben? Karsten…”, sagte Diddi mit bebender Stimme. 

"Es war schlimm. Ich habe menschliche Abgründe gesehen, die noch nie zuvor von einem lebenden Wesen gesehen worden waren… nicht einmal der Teufel wäre so niederträchtig…”, gestand der Engel kopfschüttelnd. “Nicht meinem schlimmsten Feind würde ich es wünschen, Stuttgart und Umgebung erleben zu müssen.”

Diddi und Samu nickten zustimmend. Sie hatten von Stuttgart gehört, allerdings nichts Gutes. 

“Und es war…”

“War was?”

“Es war K… Kehrwoch…”, flüsterte Karsten mit schwacher Stimme.

Samuel sprang vom Tisch auf, Dieter vergrub sein Gesicht in seinen Händen.

“Verflixt und zugenäht!”, schimpfte Samu. “Hippopotamusbullenpropellerschwanzmist! ” 

“Es tut mir so leid, Karsten.”, schniefte Dieter. “Das ist böse, richtig böse.”

“Und der Fall, den ich für uns gefunden habe, ist in…”

“Sag es nicht! Sag es nicht!”

 

“Stuttgart.”

[nanamimizz]

tags: 18+ minors dni, bdsm dynamics, afab reader, usage of pet, aftercare, fingering, cumming untouched, spanking, praise let me know if i missed something

synopsis: kento invites you to play sweet little games.

kento has always been a strict man, it is palpable and known like how the sky is blue and the sun is warm. it should not have alluded to you that his stern nature would follow into more intimate matters.

“you did well, you took what i gave you and i am very proud of you.” kento almost purrs into your arm from how you are sprawled on his lap, your tights tugged down to your knees and he rubs his warm palms on one of your flushed cheeks. your flank burns and sings like a flame and you are sure your face is the same - despite how skilled you are intimate relations and the games that are played with them are lost to you. kento was sure to give you a single, deep taste of what types of games he likes.

“a-are you sure i did good? i didn’t disappoint you?” you whisper, voice cracking from the weight of your uncertainty and kento coos, a hand comes to soothe into the curve of your spine and the pleasure makes you melt into his lap; all tension washing away from you as if pulled away with the tide.

“sweet thing, you did the best you could - color?” he asks and you respond without question with a small but firm - “green.” the soothing circles he draws on your back leave you blind to the fingers that make their way to the seam of your panties, neatly trimmed nails following the damp spots of soaked fabric until they sneak under the sodden fabric. you don’t have time to whine, to utter the first syllable of his name before you feel his fingers inside you. curling, pumping, and scissoring in you to the point you have no other choice but to cry in his lap.

the curve of your back is tense like a bow, and kento finds how easy it is to make you tremble in his grasp so arousing he fears for the state of his trousers when the night is done.

“shh, shh, there - just take it. i know you worry about being good. it’s okay, i’ll teach you, sweetheart. i’ll make you into a fine pet, just for me. how does that sound?” any cognizant response you want to say has died in your throat, as it bobbles from your withered whines and yelps from how his thumb has situated itself onto your clit: petting the small thing with a dexterity that leaves you breathless.

"ah, ah, ah - please! please i want that!" you cry so weakly, so breathlessly that a part of kento wants to make you cum just for sounding so pretty for him.

"you remembered your manners, you're learning." he praises and curls his fingers in a way that makes most pets tremble in his grasp and he laughs softly when he feels your nais clutch at his pant leg. you cum without warning and without his permission but kento decides to let it slide, you've earned the leeway.

"pretty thing, perfect pet - that's it. give it all to me," he murmurs into your trembling form, watching as you almost ride his fingers with twitching thighs as he keeps the pressure on your most sensitive parts that only kento knows of, and how he'll keep it that way.

you slump in his lap, the bow of your back relaxing into a straight line and you wish you could ignore how he coos when he catches you burying your hard into your arms as your face burns from both extortion and humiliation. when you feel his tap at the top of your head, you know to raise it. when he brings his wet fingers - slick from your release you know to open your jaw and to clean his fingers with your flushed lips.

hard eyes soften at how sweetly you take his fingers in your mouth, and when you let him swirl the pad of his index against the soft surface of your tongue. kento smiles, a soft and gentle thing like the sun through the clouds when he takes them out - brown eyes caught on the thin spool of spit that connects his fingers to your mouth.

such a dirty sight for a sweet pet such as yourself, but he must be the dirty one when he's the one claiming the most pleasure from sullying you.

"climb into bed - we're done for the night." kento speaks, voice soft with adoration as you blink away the haze in your eyes. you hum, doing as you are told but not before looking over your shoulder to watch as he rises to the bathroom.

"are you sure? you didn't get-"

"i did." kento calls back, and he is thankful for the fact that he is in the bathroom so you don't see the uncharacteristic blush across the noble bridge of his nose. the dampness that marries his trousers aren't just from you, he ponders as he strips into a pair of sweats and grabs the supplies to take care of you after a night like this.

"oh." comes the soft sound of your realization as he settles back into the room and sees you in the pajamas he left out for you and halfway tucked into bed. he laughs, shaking his head at how you raise your shoulders to your ears in embarrassment as you refuse to meet his eyes.

"come here, don't get comfortable in bed yet." kento says and you obey like the wind pushes the clouds. when asked to turn, you turn - now laying on your front as your backside is exposed to him again. just when you're about to ask him what it is he wants to do, you jump at the feeling of cold lotion meeting your sore backside.

"i know, it'll warm up right now. just be still for me," he speaks voice soft in a way that only you know and you nod. sighing into the sheets that smell like him and the feeling of his hands on your back and lower you almost melt like a cat dozing off in the sun. by the time he's done you're half asleep - something that amuses him greatly by the way you feel him brush away some hair from your face.

"now you look like a spoiled pet." he teases, pressing a faint kiss to your cheek which you return with a nuzzle into his side when he settles beside you for bed. your body aches in a good way, you find you enjoy the painful pleasurable games kento plays. you hope he does well to let you play more in the future.

[nostalgicria]

Oops, sorry for having feelings, y’all.

Wasn’t very sexual object of me.