#peppa pig crying

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: I realize I’m not human the day I learn to whistle. It comes out effortless, so beautiful and clear I know someone put it there on purpose, a gift from a talented engineer.

[theultimatesexypeopleshowdown]

[old-long-john]

just some (spoilery) thoughts about s2 of the silly pirate show

to me, that show's greatest crime is that it just doesn't make me feel anything. at all. it's somehow a complete emotional vacuum, despite the overwrought and scenery chewing performances. it's definitely at least partly a me problem, but s2 was so much worse for it than s1. I didn't laugh out loud at any of it, I didn't cry at any of it, I didn't swoon at any of it, I just didn't fucking care about any of it. I wanted to and I tried to, but I didn't. Izzy was the most interesting part of the story and I couldn't even muster up a lump in my throat at that ending. it was forced to the point where I was honestly kind of embarrassed.

[pasta-yy]

NOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PEPPA

FORGIVE ME

[depoteka]

hurt myself today while cutting onion :((

[ghoulishsmilesxox]

The queen pulling up to that train-station at the end of the Deathly Hallows as prophesied by Peppa Pig. 

[aetheternity]

TW: Rape

I don't really know why so many people on this app think that someone writing a dubcon fic or even more explicit outward rape is gonna make people go "ooo wee ok so rape now good in real life" like no, no dumbass is gonna come on here, read a rape fanfic and then go and think that shit is ok or normal in real life. Or better yet they're not gonna go ahead and rape someone because they saw it as "cute" in a controlled fan fiction where they were being taken advantage of by a character they like. ESPECIALLY since this shit is targeted towards adults. No adult should ever be that fucking stupid but here we are and I'm writing this.

The grown ass adult that wrote it for other grown ass adults most likely wrote it to create a controlled environment. They're writing a scenario in which no real person is getting hurt. They are not claiming that it's ok in real life and they are not suggesting that this behavior is good at all. They are writing a FREE fanfic for themselves and other people to use as a coping mechanism or as a catalyst for some dark daydreams. Which by the way actual therapists suggest doing as it's safe. Because NEWS FLASH no LIVING person is harmed in the making of said fanfic.

And I'm sick and tired of seeing dumb posts like "uwu guys let's not romantize rape 🥺" oh you mean like how so many young adult novels already have in the past? Get over it, block the person that wrote the fic and go read something you actually enjoy instead of making your dumb activist post of the week sighing and going "Ah I just saved society today." and "Rape bad you guys." 🙄

And if you're so against it why don't you say that dumb nonsense you put in your post to the author in their dms?? Or in a comment under their post? Since you think it's so wrong instead of hiding out on your page talking shit. We now have maturity settings on Tumblr which I am testing out using this post maybe more people should try using them liberally.

[dontknowhysteria]

Okay so im looking through my texts with one of my friends and ive gotten to about a year back and its all so wierd

[theothervonkarmagirl]

Clara, do you like your boyfriend's arms or man-boobs more? Like, if he picked you up and carried you bridal style, would you focus more on the strong arms you are in or on the chest on which you lay your head?

Clara faltered. What a strange question. And yet, she felt compelled to answer it.

"I would like his chest more in theory," she explained. "But he likes to move his heart around his ribcage when I lay on it, and he knows it grosses me out, and he keeps doing it because he thinks it's funny! So I will say that I like his arms more."

[icarustypicalfall]

IM CRYING MY EYES OUT, WATREN SAW MY STORY AND THE THING IS.. IT'S SO EMBARRASSING

i made it as a joke and oh my god he saw the kiss emoji on his cheek and the peppa pig hat ... im done 😭💀

when i tell you, the secret is to use close friends 🤭✨

[ryotono]

Hashiras/Pillars and [Y/N] and quotes and mucho rizz hihi (sorry)

Feat. Kamaboko squad!

Enjoy!

When Tanjiro attacks sanemi:

[Y/N]: GET HIM BOY, F*CKING KICK HIS ASS AYOOO

Giyuu: so it's you the bad influence

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In the Battle against Upper moon one:

[Y/N] looking at Kokushibo: so, he is your like great-great-grandfather?

Muichiro: yes

[Y/N]: oh...

[Y/N]: is he single?

Muichiro: wtf

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Tanjiro: what's your breathing style? you're a hashira, so must be something really cool!

[Y/N]: I can tell you only if you promise it's a secret between us

Tanjiro: oh ofc!

[Y/N] get closer: it's rizz

Tanjiro: what

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Zenitsu: what do you mean "Rizz" that's not even a breathing style-

[Y/N] pointing to the other pillars: do you see all that people?

Zenitsu: yes?

[Y/N]: all of them are my bitches, except for muichiro, muichiro is my baby

[Y/N]: so don't do "tHaT's NoT eVeN a BrEaThInG sTyLE" to me boy, because my rizz is upper than you ever gonna be, understood?

Zenitsu, crying: y-yes sir

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Hashira meeting:

Giyuu: y'all joking, [Y/N] doesn't have a crush in me

Gyomei: yes they do

Uzui: sadly they do

Sanemi: they fucking do you blind ass f*cker ("no offense gyomei" "it's okay")

Mitsuri: they do!!! ^^

Muichiro: that cloud looks like a duck, ha

Shinobu: they do tomioka san

Rengoku: NO JOKES, THEY DO PARTNER!

Obanai: they do, and it's disgusting

[Y/N]: yes I do, very much actually

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[Y/N]: okay but what about your great-great-uncle?

Muichiro: leave me alone

[Y/N]: answer the question muichiro, ANSWER

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Inosuke: HEY YOU, THE HASHIRA

[Y/N]: hm, me?

Inosuke: YES, FIGHT ME!

[Y/N]: HOLY SH*T PEPPA PIG??

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[Y/N]: I don't understand, how could i have food poisoning?

Shinobu: did you eat something strange?

[Y/N]: no! I just made me some food

Shinobu: that explains a lot

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[Y/N]: so you telling that we have to beat Michael Jackson?

Ubuyashiki: yes- wait, who-

[Y/N]: what if "HEE HEE" us? I'm scared, rengoku hold me

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[Y/N]: I’ve only had Kamaboko Squad for a day and a half

[Y/N]: but if anything happened to them I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.

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Sanemi: WHAT DID YOU SAY?

[Y/N]: i said that if you keep screaming and threatening your beautiful little brother, I'm gonna get your sword and f*cking shove in your ass, got it :)?

Sanemi: alright

let's try again

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Sanemi: WHAT DID YOU SAY?

[Y/N]: I hate you, but at the same time I want to kiss you so bad, and give you all the love and support you deserve babe

Sanemi: ???

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[Y/N] in a mission with Mitsuri and Obanai:

Obanai, obviously furious: can't you just go away? There's enough pillars in this mission

[Y/N]: yeah I can go, but I don't want to miss your failure to confess to Mitsuri, start dating, eventually getting married and have kids, living happy, but because your such a weakass, none of this is going to happen

Obanai: ... You don't need to say that y'know

[Y/N]: oh yes I need

just kidding I love obanai

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Gyomei: hello there

[Y/N]: boobs

Gyomei: sorry?

[Y/N] sweating: i-i mean titties- NO I MEAN BIG MEN BOOBS F*CK I MEAN HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU??

Gyomei:

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X: Master Ubuyashiki, we need to stop the Hashira [Y/N]

Ubuyashiki: why is that

X: They are adopting all the kids here, started with that group with the demon sister, then the younger brothers of the Wind and Flame Pillar and the girls from Butterfly State, even the Mist Pillar are gone

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Akaza: guess it's your end now rengoku

[Y/N]: THE FUCK IT'S NOT YOUR KICKED BASKETBALL SON OF A BI-

TANJIRO: WHERE'D YOU EVEN COME FROM?

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Extra!

Akaza: and suddenly appears this crackhead kinda of demon slayer, and starts barking at me

Kokushibo: like a dog?

Akaza: yes

Demon [Y/N]: heh, I like them

TWO [Y/N]'S????? AND CRACKHEAS??? PROTECT YOUR CHILDREN PEOPLE

That's all for today! Thank you all for reading and interacting with my other posts ;) Love y'all!!!!

(English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any misspelling or errors)

[rileyslibrary]

How about this: After some especially rough missions, Ghost is on edge, his mental health hanging by a thread. Of course he doesn't admit it and powers through training and everything, but everyone knows he needs help, something to balance him out again.

Even the doctors are on their wits ends with him at this point, so they try a new approach and assign him to some animal assisted therapy. OF COURSE he hates the idea - waste of time and he is fine anyway...

So reader and their animal are invited to base to try and help him. (Or reader is the team mate, and the therapist an additional character - how ever, you know best.) I'll leave to you which animal it will be. ;-)

Ghost & Peppa (the dog)

Anon, hold my purse while I fill this with warnings:

Brief mentions of war

Mentions of physical & emotional trauma

This story is purely fictional and should not be considered an accurate representation of the practices and/or effects of Animal-Assisted Therapy

I did NOT cry while writing this. I’m fine.

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He’s fine. Of course, he is.

Nothing wrong with collecting mutilated bodies after a bomb explosion—It’s part of the job.

What about him getting shot? Ah well, it got him on his shoulder—that doesn’t count. It wasn’t life-threatening, according to him. He was fine.

He had to talk to someone. You all tried to pass the idea to him. Everyone except Gaz, who didn’t want to get involved since he, too, was going through some shit.

Soap told him straight away. “Mate, you need to talk to somebody”.

“I got nothing to say”, was his response.

Price was more subtle. Such a tactful guy, your captain. He tried to bring the subject up by sharing his own therapy experiences.

“Opening up and feeling vulnerable was difficult,” he said, “but I pushed through.”

But all he received was a shrug and a stern “glad it worked out for you. I’m fine.”

And you? You tried to cheer him up, calm him down, make him talk.

Nothing.

For the past two months, he has been training daily, hitting that punchbag and bench pressing like a maniac. He was pushing his physical limits, attempting to lift barbells equal to his weight, and you were looking at a person struggling to lift the weight of his conscience.

But he was fine.

Until Gaz came one day and pitched an idea to the captain: “Animal-assisted therapy” they called it. The doctors assigned it to him, and it helped. So, why not give it a try with Ghost?

The lieutenant hated the idea. Hated it. Why? Because “it was pointless and stupid” to him.

Plus, he was fine.

But Price placed his thumbs under his shoulder straps and told him it was an order. And nobody messed with the captain when he put his thumbs under his shoulder straps.

The therapist arrived the following week with Peppa, the dog.

“Peppa, like the pig?”

That was Ghost’s first question. And upon the therapist’s first nod, the follow-up question came.

“Why the fuck would you name the dog Peppa?”

The therapist explained that Peppa’s first patient was a little girl who struggled with anxiety. She named her Peppa after the cartoon character, and the name stuck.

Days turned into weeks, and although he initially protested against the therapy sessions, he was now willingly participating in them. Almost looking forward to them.

“Can’t come to training today; got a meeting with Peppa.” He would say.

Such compliance? From Ghost? How?

You all reached a conclusion because you needed an explanation that could make sense—Ghost wasn’t engaging with the therapist as much; he was opening up to the dog.

Peppa became his silent confidante.

He was playing with her and scolding her for eating too fast. Sometimes, he would ask her “why she was so sad” or “so devious” and why she was always drooling. In response, Peppa would just whine, wiggle her tail, or tilt her head, and Ghost would interpret her reactions as he pleased.

Although you could all see the improvement in his demeanour, you still worried about his well-being.

But whenever you asked him how he was, his response remained the same.

He was fine.

You tried to shift the focus and ask how the therapy was going instead. Yet, Ghost would still cling to his standard response.

Fine.

And then, the therapist advised to do something else instead.

“Ask him how Peppa is doing.”

And that simple question, about the dog’s well-being, unveiled the hidden side of his emotions. He would open up, and recount how Peppa was feeling a bit down one day, seemed too scared another day, or ate very little. He projected his own feelings and experiences onto the dog. He used her as a vessel to express his inner turmoil, revealing his struggles in a way that felt more comfortable and less vulnerable to him.

After all, it was the dog’s struggles, not his own.

He was fine.

“Do you think Peppa gets a payslip every month?” you joked one day as you looked at Peppa lying next to Ghost. “For having a job and all?”

“Peppa was a stray, you know; she always fought to survive.” he replied, kissing her head, “poor thing.”

“Poor thing,” you repeated, this time looking at him.

He knew he wasn’t fine. You all knew.

But Peppa didn’t pressure him to do or say anything.

She wouldn’t urge him to “talk to somebody” or “try meditation.”

She would insinuate, in her own way, that she was there for him.

Looking at him with her tongue out and a wide smile across her face.

Whining and demanding more pets.

Giving him the ball so they can play fetch.

Reminding him that caring for himself was just as important as those gentle scratches behind her ear.

“We’re in this together, human—you will be fine.”

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[ajortga]

fate ties two

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

based off a request i got! im so grateful for one of the parts i came up with on the spot, it really made me laugh thinking about it. requests will be open soon possibly, i have a few events this week but we'll see!

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hey! i loved your recent fic but i totally misread the synopsis. do you think you could write a fic where jenna’s actually goes on a snack run with (or without it’s up to you) her sister to get what she wants but meets femreader!?

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“Jenna! Get off the cart! Your hair is in the way and you’re too heavy!” Aliyah groaned, pushing the shopping cart that had some cilantro, avocado, cereal, and some peppa pig action figure.

“I just think you haven’t worked out your arms.”

“Are you calling my arms big?”

“Are you calling me big?” Jenna laughed, rolling her eyes as she got off the cart, just to jump back on it again.

“Jenna Marie Ortega!”  

Aliyah eventually gave up, pushing the cart with the tiny brown-eyed girl in it as she walked to the produce section.

The short Ortega reached from the cart and grabbed a few kiwis and raspberries, letting it rest on her lap as she held it with her hands.

As the cart rolled and traveled along the store, Jenna’s eyes fell upon your figure as she was being rolled, your side profile struggling to reach up for snacks on the higher shelf. Your hair tucked behind your ear with hoop earrings on. Aliyah turned another corner before Jenna reached out to grasp her hand.

“Stop,” she says softly, her eyes not looking at her sister at all, sidetracked to the snack section, pointing. 

Aliyah groaned again, “We just bought snacks five minutes ago, why are we back here?-”

“Shh..”

Aliyah pushed the cart and she could see the way your hair slowly swept with the push of the cart. Jenna found it adorable seeing the way you made small grunts reaching up.

She didn’t want to seem weird, but it seemed as if fate tied you two together. It felt awkward to admit that she's heard of invisible string. She just saw you standing there and somehow she could admire the way you were on your tippy toes.

As you reached and made small squeaks of annoyance, you heard her voice behind you, “Do you want me to help you?”

You stopped reaching as you turned, “Please.”

Jenna smiled, and now she was just realizing she was 2 inches shorter than you. She got an idea as Aliyah held her steady on the cart, standing on the part babies were supposed to sit on as she reached for your candy, (it was sour patch kids.) 

She felt like her arm was stretching out, determined to at least impress you as she finally grasped onto the sour patch kids. 

“Aliyah, okay I’m do- Aliyah! What are you doing!”

Her sister was distracted from grabbing some freeze dried strawberries, completely forgetting about how her sister was on top of the cart as Jenna yelled at her, “Oh shoot!”

The shopping cart began to shake as Jenna lost balance, her front smacking onto the cabinets as the snacks began to fall from the sky.

The candies fell like dominos one by one, as she lost more balance and began to fall, she could see the way you were trying to catch everything that fell. You caught it one by one with swift hands and throwing it back neatly onto the shelf as you made sure she didn’t get hurt when she fell.

Her back smacked against your figure, making a small "oomph" sound as you made a small cry of surprise, your head basically hitting the floor, snacks falling down as you began to laugh. You were squished with her body on top of you, panting lightly.

Aliyah was staring at you two, seeing the way how the aisle was basically not even an aisle anymore, her mouth open.

“Jesus.”

The small brunette untangled herself from you, the candy still in her hand as she placed it in yours. You three were picking up everything that fell, Aliyah snorting in laughter, your belly shaking from laughing.

“I think I have to pay for a new shelf," Jenna grumbled embarrassingly.

You giggled, brushing your shoulders, “I think I need to get to know you.”

“Jenna,” She smiled, writing numbers quickling onto a scrap.

“Y/N,” you smiled at her, “Thanks for the sour patch I owe you.”

Jenna scoffed playfully, “Thanks for being a cushion before I fell, could’ve busted my head open.”

The brown eyed girl handed you her number as you laughed, putting it in your pocket, “That’ll make up for it.” you said, giving her a sweet smile, putting back the last dropped item on the ground, giving her a small wave as you walked away.

Jenna looked at you as you walked away, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips as she covered her mouth immediately as she heard an annoyed groan.

“Ohh, so that’s why..” Aliyah said, giving Jenna a look asking her if she was actually serious.

“Shut ‘p.”

“Don’t tell me to be quiet, you almost killed that girl because you were too busy adoring her and not thinking when you thought you’d be her knight and shining armor. You almost cracked your skull!”

“But I didn’t! And I think I got something even better in exchange,” she added, looking down at her bracelet, a small crumpled piece of paper saying

you made my day faster than anyone else did and usually that’s really rare, thanks for giving me a laugh that I actually didn’t know i needed. i appreciate it and love to get to know you more.

xx

Y/N ‪♡

+1 XXX-XXX-XXXX

"You are so strange," Aliyah said, making Jenna push her on the cart as punishment for basically being clumsy over one pretty stranger.

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She never had sour patch kids, believe it or not, she usually just bought it for her siblings or would stash fruit like kiwi. 

But that day, she grabbed it from the same place she fell, there was a bag of it that you put away in another section and she took it home that day. But what you didn’t know, even from when you two were dating now was that because of you, sour patch kids became her new favorite candy. Maybe that’s why you loved her a lot, she had the same favorite candy as you. 

(You still didn’t know that Jenna discovered it because of you.)

[patriwoso]

with moose

alexia putellas x child!reader

You skip into the training centre, holding mama's hand and clutching your stuffed moose that was gifted to you from Ingrid and Mapi in your other.

"Mama, how long today?" You ask, looking up and your mama with big blue eyes, your blonde hair tied neatly into two small braids.

"4 hours today, babygirl. Not as long as yesterday." Alexia picks you up and carries you in when your walk becomes sluggish and she decides she cannot wait for you to pick up speed again.

You insisted you wore your Barcelona jersey with your shorts today instead of the matching top that would usually go with it. Choosing your purple away jersey with MARÍA LEÓN 4 on the back.

"I play toys with Mapi today." You tell your mama, dropping your head on her shoulder as she carries you through the building and to the canteen where a few of her teammates are already sat eating breakfast.

"Hola Y/N!" Aitana smiles to you as your carried past her table.

"Beunos dias y/n" The canteen chefs smile to you, Alexia holding you on her hip still as you tell her what breakfast foods to put on your plate.

"Grapes mama." You watch carefully as she puts each one onto the plate next to your sausage, making sure they don't touch otherwise it would send you into a complete meltdown and no one wanted that at 8 in the morning.

Once your meal had been plated up for you, Alexia sat you down at a table with Mapi and Ingrid before getting her own breakfast.

"I got moose today, Ingy!" You grin and lift up your moose to show Ingrid, using the nickname you have always used since you couldn't pronounce the norwegians name correctly. You get a little too excited though, putting your moose onto the table to show her and knocking over your juice cup in the process, it spilling all down your lap.

"Mama!" You shout, bottom lip trembling and tear beginning to fall down, earning the attention of your mama by the sounds of wailing and crying. Mapi and Ingrid try to help you with some tissue and napkins to soak up the liquid on your legs but you cry louder for Alexia.

"Oh princesa." She sighs, picking you up from the juice puddle your sat in.

Your cries earn the attention from everyone in the canteen, only telling them what's wrong when they see the soggy bottoms and the drink dripping onto the floor.

Alexia shushes you and wipes your teary cheeks, taking you out of the canteen to change your wet clothes.

In the locker room she sits you on her lap and takes off your soggy shorts, pulling on a fresh pair from your peppa pig backpack.

"All clean y/n/n." Alexia smiles down at you and you bury your head into her. "Let's go finish breakfast."

You toddle back into the canteen and find the soggy juice spot no longer soggy. Ingrid had put your moose in the window so the sun would dry it off.

"Look Mapi" You grin as you eat your sausage, turning around so she can see her name on your shirt.

"Wow! Does that mean you'll be my partner today in training? We will kick the ball together, yeh?" She smiles, reaching to help chop up more sausage for you.

You nod, shoving more of the food into your mouth before your mama tells you to stop eating so much in one go and to use the fork next to your plate.

"Mama where Patri and Pina?" You ask, searching around the room for your other favourite duo. "I want to sit on Patri's lap Mama." You slide off of the seat but before you dash off your stopped.

"Mi amor, you only see Patri if she has finished her breakfast." She tells you, looking around herself to see Patri and Pina sat on a table with Mariona, Cata and Laia.

You nod eagerly and run over to Patri.

"Patri! Patri! Patri!" You put your arms up and stomp your feet, hoping she'll pick you up on sit you on your lap.

With you luck, she does. Who wouldn't?

"Buenos dias chica." She picks you up and pops you on her lap. You go shy and suck on your thumb, turning your head away from the rest of the table. You can hear your mama asking Patri if it was ok for you to sit with her, hearing the answer you relax more and cuddle your favourite midfielder.

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Jona let's you out onto the field to watch the training session. You hold Alexia's hand as you walk out along with the other girls, looking at all the footballers around you.

"Mama I play ball like you when I get big." You tell her, hearing the 'awwws' from her teammates. "I play in the goal" You add, running onto the pitch and standing in the goal, getting all excited and waiting for someone to kick the ball for you to save

Of course they only kick it gentle, and allow you to save their 'shot'. After all, you were only 3.

Mapi scoops you up in her arms and spins you around, celebrating that you saved Ingrid's shot. "You have some competition Paños!" She shouts over to Barcelona's number 1.

Alexia sets you up on the edge of the field with a colouring book and some pens, sitting next to Mariona who is injured.

"What are you colouring today?" She asks you, looking at the book.

"Mermaid" You tell her, eagerly trying to get the picture finished, scribbling the colours on and sticking on a googley eye you found in the pen pot. "Is a norway mermaid for Ingy and has a moose too" You tell her in your toddler babble, pointing to the moose you attempted to draw in the corner of the page.

"This is moose" You pick up your stuffed toy, colouring forgotten about, and you show Mariona the animal.

"From Ingy when it was my birthday and I was three." You hold up 3 of your little fingers to show Mariona your counting skills. She smiles and chuckles softly to herself.

"Does it have a name?" She asks.

"Mama moose." You tell her. "Becuase I call her after mama" You explain to the forward.

"It sleeps in bed with me and I cuddle moose"

-

When training was over you ditched Mariona and the colouring pens to run over to Ingrid.

"Ingy I colour you a picture!" You hold it up and she takes the sheet from your hand, crouching down to reach your height better.

"Wow, Y/N! She is so pretty! I love mermaids!" She grins, kissing your head softly.

"And a moose" You point excitedly at the moose you drew, a big toothy grin on your face.

"And a moose! You are such a good drawer!"

"Y/N!" You turn your head to see Mama Alexia calling you over to pick up your pens as it is time to go.

"Mama, we play ball at home?" You ask as you walk back into the changing rooms.

"Sí, we can play ball.

"With moose?"

"Sí, we can play ball with moose"

[palmettoshitposts]

ideas from a foxes with less trauma au im too lazy to actually write. they are basically just friends who’ve been thrown in the same dorms and chaos ensues. here’s what you could expect to see if you entered the dorm:

andrew is always just on top of furniture he shouldn’t be. he especially loves sitting on the fridge and kicking away anyone who tries to open in.

allison and seth are engaged in a months long “who can sneak up and punch the other the hardest” competition. allison is currently winning. the bruise on seth’s back is so alarming he has to get it checked.

nicky regularly sits on aaron’s head to “cure his homophobia”.

neil and kevin competitive juggling (because that one post about that on here has me in a fucking crack chokehold, it such a fucking funny concept)

renee painting the scenes before her in a renaissance style. they are these glorious, stunning works of art that just depict the stupid twats around her. she’s so proud of them.

dan on matt’s shoulders to change a lightbulb even though matt could 100% change it himself. she uses his ears to ‘steer’ him in different directions.

jean and jeremy live in another block but jean gets drunk at a frat party and climbs through neil’s window mistakenly. andrew comes running in hearing a loud bang and finds neil and jean on the floor - jean because he’s drunk and neil because he was sleep deprived and tangled in his duvet when he tried to get up. that’s how jean and neil become friends.

neil scales the building to meet andrew on the roof, regularly. andrew is so outwardly exasperated but he’s weirdly into it?

renee is randomly hyperfixated on bonsai, but this is ruined when kevin, drunk as all fuck, is dared to eat the leaves and ruins her progress. she gets her revenge by cutting holes into all of his socks.

neil exclusively speaks german in a terrible accent one night that actually makes nicky cry. nicky is so pained he rings erik to complain and erik pretends neil is doing a great job. nicky thinks he’s lost his mind.

jean is just constantly high and gets very philosophical. but, like, badly philosophical. he’s either asking if ants piss in a deep, thoughtful tone or quoting obscure lady gaga lyrics. jeremy, equally as high, thinks jean must be a god.

neil inhales the helium from allison’s peppa pig birthday balloon and actually cracks a rib from laughing at his own voice.

dan walks in to see kevin in stilettos with his head rubbing against the ceiling and just slowly reverses.

renee steals the mobility scooter of a homophobic old man and exclusively uses it to get around campus. she calls it the pussy wagon to stop her male gay friends from using it. surprisingly this works.

allison gives a drunken one person rendition of the wizard of oz. everyone watches and finds it hilarious but renee cannot breath by the end of it. allison has never seen the wizard of oz.

they all get high and andrew exclusively talks to them in the lyrics of all star by smash mouth.

neil coaxes an actual fox into aaron’s bed and aaron screams so loud the police get called because it sounds like someone’s being attacked. for once, no one is being attacked.

kevin is a closeted amateur ventriloquist. as in, he practises in the closet.

renee fixes all of their (in this universe, minimal) trauma by holding a weekly story time where she reads them all picture books.

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change of plans (lhs)

w.c ⟢ 900+

prompt ⟢ putting on fake tattoos on various parts of your partner (w/ quality time & physical touch)

the girls day out you planned a couple days before had you practically backflipping out of yours and heeseung’s bed this morning. seven in the morning — heeseung decides to get up as well, getting his morning started.

he assumes you were in the bathroom getting ready, so he sat on the side of the bed looking out of the apartment windows. around his waist, a familiar hand crawls around him and hugs him from behind.

he knew it was you by the perfume you wore. heeseung places his hand on top of your arm and caresses it softly. “you smell good” he sighs, wishing to be selfish and keep you all to himself.

you chuckle under your breath as you steal his warmth from the embrace. “thank you,” you place a small kiss on his temple and head straight back into the bathroom.

of course, heeseung would have to enter the room to get ready as well and everytime he did .. he didn’t stop giving you kisses. each time they grew longer. he is a love bug for sure but you craved to see your friends whom you last saw on your previous birthday.

“heeseung, i’m heading out now” you announce to your boyfriend, who is currently shaving.

by the sound of water splashing violently, you knew he was speeding up his task to say his goodbye. heeseung rushes over to you and gives you a tight hug, even picking you up a bit. you grin your hardest.

“have fun, okay?”

“i will” you nod, admiring your boyfriend up close.
heeseung’s smirk grows. waves exchanged as you slide through the front door.

“wait, you forgot something!” heeseung says just then.
you look at him, wide eyes, wondering what you could have forgotten.

he doesn’t say anything because a deep laugh is taking over his ability to speak.

“you look so cute y/n,” he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead. enjoying your sweet perfume once again as he whispers closely “i was just saying that so you’d stay a second longer”

you rub his arm up and down with a deep sigh. “I’ll be home before you can start to miss me” and another kiss you place on his cheek.

you’re on your way out with your bag and everything. - stands in the walk space with his hands in his pants pockets.

you look at him with a soft smile. “I’ll see you soon my love”

“you sure you don’t need a chauffeur?”

both of you laugh softly at each other.

“i love you.”

“i love you my pretty girl” “be safe”

you wave your hand until the door is finally shut.


alone, he stands in the apartment. wondering what he will do until you return back.

heeseung thought maybe he could start a new show or make himself something to eat but not a second later, he ends up with you back in his arms. after your plans were canceled a few steps headed to the elevator. you weakly cry, just devastated, into heeseung’s chest.

“they canceled it?”

“all of it!” you scoff.

he felt bad about all of your planning gone to waste and he thought he would be a complete jerk if he disregarded it and rushed to make new plans with you.

no, he just holds you in his arms on the couch you both traveled to. he’d wait until you had energy or your mood was happy again.

“thank you, my love” is all you need to say to make him feel special.

he kisses your right temple that was in his reach.


you played with the material of his shirt as you mumbled under your breath, “do you want to hang out with me?”

a little celebration went off in his head for a moment before he responded with a soft “i do”

and this is where you found yourselves on the bathroom floor; applying childish temporary tattoos onto each other's skin.

“oh, yeah~” you laughed to yourself as a peppa pig sticker transferred nicely on his skin by his adam’s apple.

“it tickled as you put it on” he smiled, looking at you with a few butterflies on your cheeks.

“good to know..” you teased.

it felt good spending time with your boyfriend in situations that would typically seem boring or odd to you. you would have never guessed you had more fun doing this than going out with your girls. (but it never left your mind)

a few more you placed on his arms and he liked everytime you cheered if it turned out good. heeseung moved strands of hair that fell in the front of your face and tucked it behind your ear. he goes crazy when you get all pink.

“i know what you’re thinking” you smirk, picking out another sticker to avoid looking at him.

he rested his back on the bottom cabinet with his arms crossed. a smug smirk adorned his lips. “what am I thinking?”

you grin.

“that you want to kiss me..” your finger gazed at the tile on the floor, now suddenly shy after saying those words. you raise your head - heeseung said nothing for a few seconds.

your eyes looked into his.

“no,”

you felt embarrassed for some reason. you’re taken back. before you could say anything about it, heeseung took your jaw and held you close to him. your noses touched as he seemingly wasn’t finished.

“I need to kiss you.”

your lips touch — interlock. you’ve kissed this man more times than you could count but this is a kiss you’ll never forget. you finally accept that this was how your day was supposed to be spent.

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