#the babies are hungry

[luxthestrange]

WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#5 Buffet

Y/n*bursts into the classroom out of breath, looking at Misfits * Everyone... Everyone get in the fucking carriage!?

Kalego: Y/n, you can't just kick the door off its hinges and scream at us!

Jazz,Lied, Clara: YEAH THATS HIS JOB?!*Trio point at Kalego*

Y/n: There's a new buffet in town! And I got us...*pulls out a piece of paper* a coupon for FREE EVERYTHING!

The Misfits: ...

Iruma*Grabbing Azz and Clara, push them out the door, and looks at the others drooling* Everyone gets in the fudging carriage!!!

The Misfits-

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 37 : flower babies

The twins first feeding!! The monkeys are in love with their babies

Macaque was obsessed. He didn't glance away from his babies since they bloomed. He was overwhelmed by so many feelings he didn't even know what he was truly thinking. The only thing he knew was that they were perfect, and they were his. The black-furred monkey was on Wukong's heart-shaped patch of fur. The Monkey King was reclining on his cloud, he had taken off his shirt after dirtying it with his tears. The twins bloomed a few hours ago, as such the pilgrims decided to stop traveling for today and take a well-deserved break.

Macaque eyes were a bit swollen. He cried the second one of the twins chirped at him. Right now, they were both in his arms. Familiarizing themselves with the feel of his fur and the sound of his heartbeat. He took off his shirt to hold them as close as possible, his lil girl and his lil boy were comfortably cuddled in his arms. The most adventurous cub was pawing at his face, tracing the lines of his visage with her tiny lil hands. Macaque kissed the tips of her fingers every time they neared his mouth, the cub giggled each time, her voice as clear as a wind chime. Macaque eyed her tenderly.

She had bright fur, the same color as the embers of a fire, with swirls of red on her back, dancing like flames. Her eyes were like rubies, it reminded Macaque of Wukong's eye color under all his glamor. Her mask was clearer than her fur, it was like the color of a peach. It was framed like a heart and ended in two spikes on each side of her lil mouth, making the illusion of fangs. Her tail was very long, it clumsily swayed in-between her tiny feets and tangled with her legs. Macaque was trying to untie it from her legs but she giggled and squirmed around, tangling herself with her tail even more each time he managed to untangle her. Macaque snorted at her behavior.

“You can't stay still, can you?” Softly cooed the black-furred monkey. Wukong, who was watching the scene with wet eyes, laughed along.

“You want help?” Whispered the great sage, his voice so unbelievably soft. Macaque hesitated for a bit before nodding. The golden-furred monkey was very slow. He approached one of his fingers and softly brushed the lil girl to distract her. The cub giggled and pawed at the huge finger that poked her with glee, she bit it happily, loving the feel of fur in her mouth. It didn't hurt at all for Wukong, her fangs were tinier than a kitten's. “You're a lil savage aren't you?” Cooed Wukong. Macaque hummed and used this chance to untangle her daughter, he smoothed her long, long tail and wrapped it around his wrist to prevent it from being tangled again.

“Savage… I think that's a good name.” Smiled Macaque. He then turned towards his precious son. He was even tinier than his sister and was trying to merge with Macaque chest's fur, gripping it tightly. “Hey, baby, dad wanna see your face.” Macaque tried to coax his son but the stubborn lil guy huffed and pushed Macaque's fingers away, he wanted to sleep more!

The sleepy lil guy had a darker fur than her flaming sister. His fur was dark like walnut wood and he had golden swirls on his back, ressembling golden clouds. Macaque cooed at him for long minutes. The lil guy finally huffed and looked up at Macaque with a pout and sleepy eyes. He had a deep red mask shaped like wings (similar to his own) which ended with two spikes on each side of his mouth, very much like his sister. His eyes were made of gold, softer than his sister, and veiled by a thin layer of sleepy tears.

“Hey my lil sleepy guy.” Macaque kissed his son's forehead. Contrary to his sister, he didn't giggle, instead he made a rumbling-like sound, something ressembling a “mrrp”. “You're a rumbly guy.” Laughed Macaque. Wukong's eyes fell on the lil rumbly guy and he smiled. He patted the tiny cub's head with the tip of his finger. He was surprised when the baby boy gripped his finger and used it as a pillow. The cub huffed and pressed his tiny snout in the fur. He was so satisfied with his new pillow he purred, the sound made his whole body shake.

“Definitely a rumbly guy. “ Snorted Wukong. “Lil Rumble.”

Macaque like the name, Rumble.

Rumble and Savage, his precious treasures.

“Guys, we're back.” Both monkeys startled at the voice. They were so focused on the cubs they forgot about the pilgrims.

“You were out?” Asked Wukong.

“Can't believe you didn’t even notice it.” Snorted Bajie with a mocking smile. “Not even a day that they're here and you're already obsessed.” Wukong rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“You choose names?” Excitedly asked Ao Lie. He approached the babies and cooed. Not too close though, he didn't want to frighten them.

“This lil adventurer is Savage.” Presented Macaque as he tried to tear his daughter away from Wukong’s finger, she seemed to really like chewing on it. “and this lil purring guy is Rumble.” Added Macaque as he patted his son, who was still buried in Wukong's other finger.

“Beautiful babies.” Praised Wujing with sparkling eyes.

“We went looking for a village with the alms bowl. We got some fruits and milk for the babies.” Informed Sanzang as he took out the bottle of milk. Macaque eyes lit up when he saw the milk. He had to feed his babies!

“Oh, brothers, look in the outside pocket of our bags and bring me the lil wooden bottles I carved.” Demanded Wukong. Wujing nodded and went to fetch the lil bottles.

The great sage knew Macaque didn't have any milk. He was a male after all. So he created a lot of lil wooden bottles with silk tied at the end of it for the babies to feed on.

“You made that?” Asked Macaque with a huge smile.

“Yeah.” Nodded Wukong, he blushed when he noticed Macaque's smile. The great sage took the milk and poured it in the lil wooden bottles, a few drops were enough. He then tied the silk at the end of it and passed them to Macaque.

Macaque took the bottles. He didn't really know how to do this but he'll do his best. He coaxed his lil girl to his chest and brought the bottle close to her mouth. Savage looked up at him and tilted her head in confusion. Ah… yes, he needed to show her how to use it, how stupid of him. Macaque brought the bottle to his lips and sucked on the silk, drinking a few drops of milk. Savage watched him with round eyes, her lil ears twitching in interest. Macaque lowered the bottle to her again and let her pawe at it in wonder. Then Savage brought the bottle to her lips and sucked on the silk, her eyes widened comically when she drank her first drops of milk and her long tail wagged in delight. She sucked loudly, clutching the lil wooden bottle tightly, as if it was a treasure.

Macaque eyes widened when he saw how fast her daughter was drinking. In two blinks she already ended the bottle and demanded more.

“A lil glutton.” Chuckled Wukong as he refilled the bottle.

Rumble was a bit harder to coax, he glared at his bottle suspiciously, as if it would bite him if he dared suck on the silk. His sister was the one to help him. She frowned when she heard his lil “mrrps” of dissatisfaction and pushed the bottle on him. Rumble's chest ended up being a lil moist. The rumbly cub gasped and glared at his sister, she giggled while still suking on her bottle.

Rumble frowned and tried to pawe at his sister in frustration but she was too far. He huffed and stopped, tired by his tentatives. Macaque managed to finally coax him after he tired himself out and Rumble sucked on the silk with a grumpy face.

They both burped after being fed and curled in Macaque's chest. Savage was sprawled in his arms like a starfish while Rumble was curled in a tiny ball of fur. Their lil snores echoed softly in the air. Macaque looked down at them and wiped away the tears nipping at his eyes. The wind softly ruffled the two cubs and lulled them peacefully, singing melodies in their tiny ears, taking them to the land of dreams.

+ Cut scenes

Sanzang *warning the monkeys* : we're going to look for food.

The monkeys *focused on the twins* : 🥰🥰 chirps !

Sanzang : they're not listening are they? 😅

Ao Lie : Nope

 

Rumble : How dare you spill milk on me?? 😮

Savage : You're too slow 🙄

Rumble : This is war 😠

Rumble *after trying to pawe at Savage and failing* : Hmph, you're lucky for now. 😤

Wukong : awe, they're like angels 🥰

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[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[caramelcum]

I read a fic once where Dean and Cas fuck after Dean finally goes to heaven and like…yeah it was hot or whatever who cares but…..it started with Dean driving around Heaven in his Impala and then Cas suddenly appearing in the driver’s seat shouting, “TETANUS?!?!?! REALLY?!?!!! AFTER EVERY THING, YOU LET IT BE A RUSTY FUCKING POLE?!?!?!”

And like, pop off, hotwings. You’re so right. That ending was dumb as hell.

[babyanimalgifs]

An elderly man feeds 25 super hungry raccoons.

(Source)

[800-dick-pics]

Help 2 Disabled Lesbians of Color make it til Payday!

My girlfriend doesnt get paid until the end of the week. We dont have enough to get her to work, get food and our dog also needs kibble asap! We need $140 to get my gf to work and my dog food, Anything helps!!!

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[spearxwind]

>STATIC SNOW /// VIOLENT FLAME<

(couldn't decide on one version so you get all of them)

[malamilkbeats]

WIP

Never drawn detailed mecha before, but it's a start! X3 Making an art version of Edgar for stills and a more simplified version for animating and rough drafts.

[elysabeththequeene]

cause i've had the time of my life and I've searched though every open door til i found the truth and i owe it all to you bridgerton season two // dirty dancing (1987)

[tornado1992]

Babyfied Tails not crying no matter how hungry or sick he’d be because when he was an actual toddler he learned that if he cried no one would come to help him, his cries would only attract the people who wanted to hurt him.

[alisaint]

absolutely obsessed with the fact that coriolanus is always .00002 seconds from strangling sejanus (who's oblivious to this and thinks coryo's the best ever) homer simpson style

[happyheidi]

Babydoll sheep

[elissastillstands]

Ssussun pholor dos. // Light upon you.

Minthara Baenre, I am beset by thoughts of you.

[akakumoeteru]

Small arguments.

[milabelly032]

Started the day with some heavy cream 🤤

[laiiaaa]

mornings with clingy Carmen on the brain :/

“Carm, baby, I need you to get up.” You run your hands through his hair and feel him groan into your chest. All of his weight has been on top of you from the moment you kissed him good morning.

“Five more minutes.” It’s muffled into your shirt, and the arms hugged around your waist hold you tighter. He cuddles into you that much deeper with a sigh that leaves your skin warm and heart blossoming with affection.

“You said that fifteen minutes ago, and the fifteen minutes before that. Get up.”

“Baby, ‘m not goin’ in till later—”

“Carmen.” You still and pull your hands from his hair.

And he’ll try not to make a scene about it, yet he can’t help but get all pouty, rolling off of you to lay down on his back. “Thought I told you not t’call me that?”

“Only a hundred times,” you chirp back, leaning down and smiling into a sweet kiss and then another for good measure before finally getting up to go to the bathroom. You giggle at the mess of his hair and he thinks it’s the best sound he’s ever heard, caught up in a love-drunk daze.

Oh, and he’ll wait for you at the door like he wasn’t just smothering you a minute ago. He holds your hand as you walk into the kitchen, gives you another smooch to your temple as you sit by the counter, asking you what you want to eat.

“Just pancakes,” you answer.

“Just pancakes?” He starts shuffling through the fridge—for what, you don’t know, but he’s getting ahead of himself already. “Y’know, I can whip up some of that—”

“Carm. Pancakes. Please?”

He pauses and pouts again, looking at you with those stupid puppy dog eyes while standing next to the opened fridge, carton of eggs in hand. He caves when you tilt your head and give him that look, and he answers with a nod. “Just pancakes it is.”

When you eat, he’s on you again, standing behind you with his arms over your shoulders and his chin nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “You like it?” He gets that glazed over, lovey-dovey look in his eyes when he sees you take another bite and nod with a hum.

“ ‘f course, I always like what you make me.” You take up another piece on your fork and hold it over your shoulder. “Here, have some—”

“Uh-uh,” he hums, and he shakes his head as he lands another kiss to your cheek. “You eat first, baby.”