#pineapple day

[anywaythewindblows19]

“I was bitten by a spider? Like Peter Parker?”

I absolutely adore the soft expressions on their faces when Kitty says that.

[m0ose-idiot]

Pineapple Day! Kitty Higham's Death and the Redemption of Eleanor

[nortism]

‼️ghosts s5 spoilers ‼️

i initially wasn’t sure what to think of kitty’s death and eleanor’s redemption because i was so sure that eleanor had murdered her but the more i think about it the more it makes sense.

kitty is a fundamentally optimistic character who believes the people around her are better than they are. she believes in thomas’ poetry, she believes that alison is her friend and she believes the captain can be kind. and through her belief in them these characters do become better, most notably the captain who starts to care about alison and the other ghosts primarily through his friendship with kitty (see the contrast between s1 ep6 and s5 ep6).

all the interactions we’ve seen between kitty and eleanor were filtered through the perspectives of alison and the other ghosts. in ‘something to share?’ it was alison conducting a therapy session to project her relationship with lucy onto kitty and eleanor and in ‘pineapple day’ it’s pat, julian, thomas and the captain deciding to play detective with kitty’s death.

eleanor was undoubtedly horrible to kitty but kitty saw something else in her despite it all. we know she is capable of criticising people she cares about (the captain in s1 ep6 for example and eleanor herself at the end of s3 ep5) so clearly there is something we as the audience aren’t seeing that makes kitty believe eleanor is good at heart.

kitty believed that eleanor could be a better sister. tragically, it took kitty dying for eleanor to return some of that faith and to realise what she’d lost but it feels fitting that kitty got to die finally having the love she gave be returned to her (even if she wasn’t aware of it) and eleanor having to live the rest of her life in guilt over what she’d lost. kitty wasn’t punished by the narrative for her unconditional love and i think that was a excellent way to wrap up her character.

[cbartonscoffee]

"I was bitten by a spider...? Like Peter Parker?" Look, I didn't expect Kitty to like Spiderman, or even to know him, but it's so on brand for her. It's a great character that was created literally because young people couldn't see themselves in superheroes and he's an optimistic at heart. Kitty trying to shoot webs out of her wrists is everything that's right with the world.

[lifedistractions]

I’m told not many UK peeps who weren’t even alive in the 90s will get this reference.

[iced-flower-pot]

Some of the flashback shots from the Pineapple Day episode.

Ghosts BBC / 05.03 - Pineapple Day

This has been done on a request from @lulu-cat-princess I hope you enjoy these :)

[moonah-rose]

Before Katy Wix decided to leave the show, the original plot for Pineapple Day was pretty much the same as what we got. Except when they asked Mary what she was up to that day and why she didn't see anything suspicious, she claimed she was busy "praying".

Hard cut to a flashback of her and Annie snogging in the safe.

It's true I tells ye.

[floridaboiler]

source - https://www.instagram.com/sunsout_lanas_bunsout

[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

Ah, yes, the famous Pineapple Tour of 2014.

Bonus:

(I am really sorry about this.)

[artistkaila17]

Happy Pineapple Day 2023! 🥳🍍🎉

[bokutosmochi]

kinktober day five: somnophilia!

ADRENALINE RUSH ♡ NANAMI KENTO

fem!reader x nanami kento

ingredients: nanami has some adrenaline he has to get rid off

what's it: smut

allergen warning/s: spit, unprotected sex, somnophilia

sugar level: 1.5k

regulars: @ventdavi154 @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub @eussstasss

parlor's note: can't do a kinktober without including nyanyamin!!

bon appetit!

fuck gojo, fuck that patchface curse, fuck the higher ups

those were the only thoughts that bounced around nanami's head.

it was no secret that the man hated going any minute overtime, now here he was going home at fucking ten in the evening. on top of that, because of the late hour, the things he was able to pick up from his favorite bakery were what ever was left over from the day -- though one would argue that he's lucky because said bakery was still open at the late hour. regardless, the fact remained: the pastries were no longer fresh, no longer fluffy and warm.

if it was any other day, he wouldn't have ate it on the subway ride home from work and instead saved it so he could reheat it once he's safely in the confines of his own home, but not today. he was too hungry, and quite frankly, running out of patience.

he sets down his dull blade in its rightful place by the door and tugs off the yellow patterned tie in an uncharacteristically pissed off manner. not only was he filled with negative emotions, but adrenaline from the fight he had against an unnamed, unregistered cursed spirit was still pumping in his veins. with a huff, he hangs it over his shoulder, before moving on to unbutton his blue button down shirt as he walks over to the bedroom.

this was the part of his day that he looked forward to the most. sure, it was the end of the day, but it was the part where he'd see you, hold you for more than two hours.

laid down in the large california king bed was you. thick, soft blankets tucked up to under your chin, hair he loved running his hands through fanned out around your face, and your face. you looked so angelic when you slept, so peaceful even during nights like this when he knew you weren't sleeping well because he wasn't there in the bed with you -- you confessed to him one time, you always get the best dreams, the most restful nights of sleep whenever he's there holding you.

you shifted in your sleep, turning to your other side making the blanket move further down your body. it exposed the thin shirt you were wearing; an old shirt of nanami's. the fabric was so worn down that the man could spot your nipples, hardened from the chilly autumn air, from under the shirt.

you mewled softly and it made nanami wonder what you were dreaming of; whether you were dreaming at all. aside from that, the sound also made his beige slacks tighten and he found a way to release all that pent up frustration and adrenaline from his system.

he pushes the dress pants down along with his boxers, then damn near trips trying to take his socks off and walk to you at the same time. he's just had such a rough day and needs some help from you.

a thought pushes itself into his mind the moment he crawls on top of you, one that's about morality and ethics. he's never done this before and it feels wrong to do it. second thoughts fill his mind, but he remembers the fact that you've had this discussion before. he's already asked for your permission prior. in return, you only asked one thing from him: if i had a long day, try not to wake me if you don't have or want to. and aside from that, you've always been such a nice and thoughtful girlfriend. there has never been a moment in the many years you've been together where you've lacked understanding with him. you're always so selfless, giving him whatever he wanted, so long as it's reasonable, and this is reasonable, right?

with those thoughts as a green light, he pushes the blanket away from your body, nudges you so you'd be lying on your back, and moves the crotch of your panties to the side so he can have his way with you.

always the caring boyfriend, he makes sure you're properly lubricated before he does pushes himself in. after all, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to his sweet, caring girlfriend.

getting you wet the way he usually does takes too long, and besides, he'd probably end up waking you up too, which is something you asked him not to do if he didn't have to. not to mention the fact that he always gets so into turning you on; it's what gets him aroused too. he'll get too handsy, too noisy.

it's not an option so he opts to spit on your pussy instead.

he enjoys the sight of his glob of drool dripping around your vulva for a moment before spreading it around. when he decides that you're not wet enough, he spits again and does the same thing.

the man may think that exerting minimal effort is all that's required for most of his day-to-day tasks, but that rule does not include you and it never will. he always makes sure to take care of you the way you take care of him.

when your lips are shiny with his spit, he backs away for a moment, lines the head of his cock with your slit then pushes in as softly and slowly as he could, trying his best not to jostle you.

he moans lowly as he sinks in your warm pussy. it's a sensation he can never get enough of, even if he makes love to you a million times. he adores it, the way you welcome him so easily. he only stops his motions when he was buried to the hilt, his pelvis flush against yours.

he looked down to where your bodies connected and involuntarily muttered a low shit under his breath. to him, the sight was a masterpiece that could easily top an expensive painting any day; it certainly made him feel more emotions than those.

with a deep breath sucked in through the mouth, he started moving, steadily thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. the movement was calculated, executed with maximum precision to ensure that you won't wake from your slumber.

how could you expect him to keep his composure completely under these circumstances? you're so tight, he's always said that your pussy was made for him, and he doesn't just say that to get you off; he truly means it, and then you combine your perfect pussy with your perfect face. he's a goner.

he tries to stifle his moans, tries to swallow them under his breaths, but a few still manage to escape. despite those, he continues to yearn to make this nice and quick. it's just to blow off some steam, after all.

the moment his attempts become futile comes when you stir, letting out noises that shoots blood steaming down to his already painfully hard dick, and flutter your eyes open.

when his eyes meets yours, his elbows buckle, though he's quick to straighten himself back up again; his motion was so fluid you didn't even notice it, only the slight twitch of his cock.

you yawn before acknowledging the situation. "kento?" your words are slurred due to the sleepiness that remains in your system. "what's goin' on?"

"sorry hun," he grunts, continuing to fuck you. "adrenaline rush. you can go back to sleep if you want."

you give him a hum though you didn't actually succumb to sleep. the feeling of kento's cock inside you wasn't something you could simply nap through, no matter how hard you try nor matter how hard he tries to not rouse you.

he might have thought you were asleep - you were so quiet, not making a noise other than the natural moans - if you didn't mutter an "i'm close" at the exact same moment he felt his orgasm nearing.

"i am too, hun." his movements become sloppier. he loses his rhythm to the pleasure and due to the lapse in concentration since he began to play with your clit to help you reach your high as well.

"ken," he recognizes what you need with the call of his name. one of your hands found their way to his back, currently running the nails down the hard muscle. the pain only added to nanami's delight.

"i'm right there, hun. you can let go."

the both of you come at the same time and the feeling was euphoric. despite wanting rest, you're glad you woke up.

"that was nice." you commented lamely. the word didn't sum up the experience, it was so much better than nice, but your tired brain couldn't think of anything else. apparently, nanami had the same sentiment.

"i think that's a bit of an understatement, darling. now come on and get some rest, you deserve it."

i get: reblog

you get: a california king bed with a nanami body pillow

[daily-odile]

Happy birthday Bonnie!!!!

bonus:

can't see bonnie without their iconic hat so have a hat on a hat

[pizzpizzapizzo]

Pizzatober day 27: toppin monsters

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Pineapple Sea Cucumber (Thelenota ananas)

(Photo from Florent’s Guide to the Tropic Reefs)

Conservation Status- Endangered

Habitat- Indo-West Pacific Ocean

Size (Weight/Length)- 6 kg; 70 cm

Diet- Algae

Cool Facts- Pineapple sea cucumbers are the kings of the sandy bottom. Active mostly during the day, these sea cucumbers wiggle their way across the ocean floor using numerous tube-like feet. They sift through sand with their large mouth for algae, helping to recycle nutrients like a true bottom feeder. The pineapple sea star plays host to hundreds of parasites, up to 800 unique species at one time, some never known to science until the discovery of this cucumber. Despite their numerous parasites, the pineapple sea cucumber is a delicacy in China and has resulted in their sharp population decline.

Rating- 11/10 (Has ananas in its scientific name, I applaud scientists.)

[circuscountdowns]

That comic made me question. What is all the bishops favorite foods? Cuz heket literally made her brother go get some garlic just for some garlic bread which is understandable.

I don't know if I'm creative or knowledgeable in foods enough to answer properly but 100% i can say with certainty leshys is spaghetti. eats it messy style. You come back in the room and it's everywhere and he goes You know how it is with spaghetti.

[floridaboiler]

Source - https://mewe.com/p/bikinisummer