#to my bb fam

[razerathane]

"I'll destroy you."

[kunoichi-of--destiny]

Vampire Knight: I'm one of the most worst shoujo series ever!

Black Bird: Hold my beer.

[cadoodledoodleydoo]

oh and yay :>

I hope you don't mind I creatured you!!!!! Little lion! Little ghost! Little galaxy! Look at my child everyone, look at them!! Phantom, you've been an absolute joy to chat with and draw for! You literally got me re-hooked on RP with ocs/friends, I haven't RPed this much since I was in highschool! It feels fantastic! The stories and characters you create are so unique and fun! And i'm absolutely obsessed with watching you + your siblings/friends create/develop these worlds together! So much detail! So much lore! Your art is beautiful, bright, and absolutely brimming with the aesthetics and design features you love and that's so awesome!

I love you and i'm so proud of you!! Thanks for letting me be your alien mom!! ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

[lightofthearrow]

crossover with @emilykaldwen ♡

The Maiden and the Drowning Boy & ɪᴛ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ

At hearing the news of Harrenhal's burning with Lord Lyonel and Ser Harwin trapped inside, Amias travels to visit his little sister in the Red Keep. Neither were particularly close to their surviving brother and both suspect the firefly as the cause for their home's destruction.

[bridgeportbritt]

Happy Mother's Day!

To all the mother's out there on Simblr, I hope you have a beautiful day! To celebrate, I thought I'd share some of the new mothers that have popped up in my story/gameplay since the new infants showed up!

SimDonia Royal Family

Lillian, Alvin and their twins - Paola and Paolo! Their children's names were inspired by their honeymood trip to Monte Vista (where the twins were concieved lol). The happy family live in a beautiful Monte Vistan inspired Estate in Hallow Slough.

Rosalie, James, Stephanie, and James Jr! The family likes to enjoy a laid-back life and is not in the public eye too much because they're home enjoying their family! They live in a manor in Ophelia close to water so James can always be able to fish.

Katrina, Adam, their son, Thomas, adopted daughter, Stacy, Kara, and Katrina is pregnant with twins! Although they were the last to wed, they wasted no time expanding their family. The couple always wanted to adopt and have a big family. Soon, this family of 5 will be a family of 7! They live in a very eco-friendly estate with it's own farm.

The Wu/Kealoha Family

May, Mateo, their adopted son Evan, Mateo Jr. and Tyler! Mateo is a Sulani conservationist while May continues her career in interior design although she hasn't worked a lot since the boys came. Honestly, adjusting to being parents has been hard for them as they try to find their balance. May always wanted to adopt which she did and she also wanted to try for a girl, but the couple agreed that three is enough.

Eva, Tanner, their irish twins, Edgar and Allan their adopted daughter (Tanner's niece) Hannah! Also in Sulani, the couple live a hectic life! Starting with adopting Hannah after Tanner's sister passed away from narcotics. Soon after the couple found out they were pregnant, and then just 10 months later another bundle of joy joined the family. Eva's influencer career is currently paying the bills while Tanner struggles to get his degree while managing a family. But, he's hopeful that he will have a degree and great job very soon.

Rylee, Lawrence, and their twins Melany and Savannah! The face of Black Excellence are Lawyer Lawrence, Professor Rylee and their adorable twin girls! Rylee's parents have been super involved which has helped a lot. Lawrence is definitely hoping they will eventually try for a boy, but they are currently content watching the girls learn and grow.

[detectiveships]

I miss our partners in justice

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Please do not repost; reblogs are always welcome 😉

[whimsical-westbrook]

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[Image ID: Lily the Buizel is tucked in a blanket, hugging against the Sylvie plush. The location: Goldenrod City's Pokecenter. Around her are some of the other recently-transformed folks; Gen (@goldenrodchef) is sitting next to her, and Rowan (@emotional-indeedee) is sewing something, among others. Not seen amongst them is a certain Ninetales. @johto-blizzard]

Hey, gang. Here at the center, waiting on Shard to get through surgery. Not feeling great, but figured this might be cute, I guess? Gods I hope everything goes well...

[zingaplanet]

Here's some fedal aesthetics chilling and basking in the stadium where they'll break the world record together to end your week on a high ✨️:

[gojoest]

i can finally watch yubiren now bc everyone went to sleep and i am finally alone

[casualavocados]

should i post my longass wai meta yay or nay 👀👀👀 like if i have to be subjected to a wave of people talking abt how much they hate wai a second time i should be allowed to post one (1) analysis post abt him. im just saying.

[sungtaro]

also guys . my first born is coming to the graduation celebration ... baby bestie's mom just confirmed they'll be there 🥹 i'm so happy i get to share this moment w them 💖

[astarionbae]

anon are u literally hopping on to ky’s inbox to trash her??? she’s literally so fucking sweet, kind, and always giving and making people feel welcomed. you must be so fucking miserable and lonely to stupidly hate on someone who does not deserve. for that matter, no one deserves that kind of treatment. so how about you go touch some grass and do some self reflection please and thanks. ky, bb, i love u and don’t let anons like that bother u bc none of that is true darling xx

[scarletanpan]

Ok fuck it adding a new name to the roster: Ven

[thebookbutterfly]

Hey there! Could you possibly write a Sandor Clegane x gender neutral reader where Sandor has a soft spot for reader and reader feels the same? He tries to hide it but one day reader get’s hurt and he patches them up and maybe confessions come out?

🦋 Little Bird— Sandor Clegane x gn!Reader

Summary: You get injured in an ambush. Sandor carries you to safety and takes care of you.

Tags: #so much hurt/comfort, #a teensy bit of angst, #fluffy ending, #potentially OOC Sandor Clegane but personally I think he is pretty baby girl, #request

Warnings: Gender Neutral, no use of Y/N, descriptions of blood and injury, mentions of death, cannon compliant threats of violence, no beta and no ‘ragrets' [1,371 words]

AN: This is a request by @agender-wolfie. I really hope that this is what you were looking for! It came out a bit longer than I intended, but I am such a sucker for hurt/comfort tropes I really shouldn’t be surprised lmao. I wrote this all in one sitting and I haven’t done any editing so please excuse any errors. Happy reading! 🦋 Love BB

If you like this work my requests are currently open! So please give me your ideas ;)

You hissed a curse, gravelly and threadbare, as Sandor sidestepped another fallen tree.

A jumble of vulgar expressions that barely registered to you as they left your mouth. Almost all of them taught to you by the giant man holding you to his chest. The hound cradled you surprisingly gently, but his tension was evident. It was written all over him.

His scarred face, which you so rarely got the opportunity to study, was pulled into a broken grimace. The rest of him taut like a wire ready to snap beneath his armour. If you weren’t bleeding all over him, you might have reached up to prod the furrow of his brow. A silly attempt to smooth away Sandor’s permanent scowl.

The thought shattered as another wave pain tore through your ribs. Every bump in the path sowing fresh agony in the ruined skin and muscle.

Sandor ran a calloused thumb over the side of your knee in apology. Uttering clumsy noises of comfort as he picked up the pace.

“We’re almost there. Hold on just a bit longer, little bird.”

His gruff voice was cut with a noticeable amount of panic. Your brow scrunched at the unusual sound. You had gotten used to many things about Sandor as you travelled North with him. His rough sense of humour, bitter attitude, scarred face and huge stature were familiar to you by now. Underneath those things, his kindness and his softheartedness had become apparent to you too.

All the vulnerable pieces of himself that he smothered and choked beneath layers of vulgar humour and recklessness, had been presented to you in glimpses as you got to know him. But panic? Panic was new to you.

The farmhouse that Sandor had marked out in the distance finally drew into view. Up close it was a measly grey thing. The stone masonry looked haphazard at best but its chimney puffed with life. Behind it a barn lay with its doors open and rattling in the freezing wind.

You expected Sandor to head straight for the shelter of the barn but instead he strode to the front door. The family of four, seated around the dining room table inside, scrambled back as he slammed open the door with his usual subtlety. Which was to say— none at all.

You groaned as the sudden movement jostled your wound. Normally you would have chastised him for being so rude but your head was swimming. Too weak to lift your hand, you focused your energy on your eyes. Willing them to stay open, if not for your sake then for the sake of your worried companion.

An old man stepped forward to speak but Sandor cut him off, “One of you better be a healer, because if they die I will mount all of your heads outside on sticks.”

It was an ugly threat and they paled. The youngest boy whimpered looking suddenly ill. A younger woman with dark hair and a generous smattering of freckles stepped forward. She gestured a slightly shaky hand towards the table before him, before turning to her family.

“Clear the table, quickly. We can lay them down here,” her attention shifted back to the massive man standing in the doorway, “I’m not a healer by profession but I’ll do everything I can.”

Sandor seemed pleased enough by this answer. The rest of the family had been wise enough not to put up a fight and so Sandor stepped forward. He eased his grip and lay you down on the hastily cleared surface.

He moved to step away and let this stranger do her work but you whimpered. Fingertips clutching at air until he shifted back into reach.

A leather belt was stuffed between your teeth as your tunic was torn up the side. Unfamiliar hands grasped at your arms and legs. Holding you down with a bruising grip. All the while, Sandor brushed his bloodied fingers over your forehead and through your hair. The warmth of his skin a small consolation for the pain you were about to endure.

The woman lifted a needle and thread. With a glance at Sandor and his affirming nod she began to count down and you closed your eyes, unable to look.

Three.

Two.

One.

Fire. Your body was on fire. You arched off the table. Trying to escape the agony, the needle slowly piecing your flesh back together. The table shook as you thrashed but the hands holding you down didn’t falter. Sandor’s gravely words of comfort were the last things ringing in your ears as the world went black.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The first thing that you noticed when you woke up was the lack of pain. Your side still ached, the wound tender, but it was a dull throbbing now. No longer, the screaming torture it was as Sandor carried you away from where you were ambushed.

The second was the warmth. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been this warm since you and Sandor had journeyed across the border into the North. Sandor.

You opened your eyes slowly. The lighting was dim but from what you could tell you were inside the barn. The door was closed now though and soft orange candlelight illuminated the space.

You lay on your good side underneath a thick layer of blankets, and next to you lay the man your eyes sought for. His arm tucked you to him, large calloused hand resting somewhere on your lower back.

His heart thudded rhythmically beneath where your head lay on his chest. His even breathing and faint snores filled the quiet. Despite your inner protests it was the most comfortable you had been in years.

You gazed up at him, not wanting to wake him just yet. Sandor didn’t sleep nearly enough and you were content to watch the way the candlelight danced across his skin. It caught on his scarred cheek. Shadows flickering on the panes of his face.

Unable to resist you lifted a hand to his cheek. Your touch was featherlight but his eyes snapped open. Sandor’s gaze flicked to you immediately. Scanning you for distress and finding none, his body relaxed.

“Seven Hells, I thought you were going to die. Never do that again,” he said gruffly. His cheeks were flushed but he made no move to shift away from you.

Your voice was cracked from screaming but you still managed to mumble, “M’Sorry.”

Sandor sighed, “It wasn’t your fault, little bird.” He reached into his pack and pulled out a water-skein. Unscrewing the top he held it out towards you.

“Here, drink. Then you can go back to sleep,” he said.

“Thank you.”

The moisture eased the pain in your throat and soon you were snuggled back up under Sandor’s arm. The wind howled through the rafters and you both sat in silence for a little while.

Your thoughts broke the quiet, “Thank you for carrying me here. Thank you for staying.”

Sandor’s eyes met yours, they were unguarded and soft in a way that seemed reserved for you. Reserved for these conversations in the dark.

His voice was low as he replied, “I would have carried you to the ends of the earth, little bird.”

You studied him, the scars that mottled his skin, the cut on his brow and the curl of his mouth. Something deep within you settled, like a cat stretching out on a rug.

“You’re a good man, Sandor Clegane,” you said.

The conviction in your voice hit him harder than any blow on the battlefield ever had. The tidal wave of emotions that followed threatened to take him under but he swallowed them down.

You pretended not to notice his watery eyes and he lifted his spare hand to stroke your head. “Go to sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

You nodded sleepily, too tired to fight it off any longer. A few seconds pass before you feel it. The soft press of his lips on your forehead. They linger there for a while before he pulls back, the warmth that they leave behind searing like a brand on your skin. You smile as you drift off, lulled to sleep by his warm embrace and steady breathing.

“Goodnight, little bird.”

[drawlody]

SEASON 2 SEASON 2 SEASON 2 SEASON 2 SEASON

BB I'm so excited u couldnt even telllllllllllllll here's the announcement

My reaction to this is one of the thing that make my suspision of me having autism grow bigger lol like fr

Things i expect to be touch on:

The deal with Jay and Lil Destiny like they didnt just ditch their fam to go here especially Jay he got lil siblings

Marceline like omg Simon got 2 very important people to him they cant just ditch 1 completely

A bit more info bout Betty outside of their relationship

Simon make some friends or reconnect with old ones honestly he need someone just anyone

that's all i could think for now i would add more later:3

Edit : oh yeah and we better see that arm chop off its canon event (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

[hausofmamadas]

JOHNNY DAVIS | Cheers to a (real) wild one

The Bikeriders (2023)

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At the request of my beloved df (dear friend) @narcolini, who wrote this fucking FIIIIREEEEEEEE disgusting, amazing, beautiful, ridiculous, obscenely and downright upsettingly well-written Johnny Davis x Reader fic -> called white room, and also brought my attention to the s e v e r e lack of Johnny gifs out on the interwebs, I am hereby dumping some of my fav Johnny moments from The Bikeriders aka just S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders for grownups nvm that they’re contemporary stories shshhhhh shhh it still works. So that we may all join hands together in a kumbayah-my-lordt prayer circle to levitate to the ceiling chanting spells appreciate and enjoy and gaze creepily lovingly at his beautiful, grizzled bisexually lovestruck sweet bb angel face that launched a thousand choppers eat your heart out Helen you got nothin on our golden boy and so that my df (dear friend) might regale us with additional installments of possibly the most in-character fanfic I’ve read in my life bc this man is in their bones, yall, dejame do TELLLL you like seriously go check it out, pls and thnku.

And so, without further ado I present to you the tumblr equivalent of my 7th grade diorama honoring golden boy, Johnny Davis:

Yeah, so this👇here is just him being fucking perfect and adorable, laughing at his malewife Benny’s red-light/stop-sign-running shenanigans, pretending like he’s not half as in love with him as he clearly is, him being so perfect it stuck in my memory, like gum to a subway seat and I knew, before I even got the request, before I even started screenrecording, that I was forsure, 1000000% gonna gif these

This👇here is him being fucking perfect, gazing sexily from across the bar, pretending he ain’t the big man in charge, going over to assure a reasonably sketched out Kathy of her unequivocal safety in his bar, all rolling up his sleeves, casually slow-walking over, like he doesn’t own the damn place even tho he abs does, like idc if it’s not canon (tbh bc I only saw the movie twice) but no one will convince that man’s name is not on the deed to that bar bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is

Oh this👇one right here is just him being a perfect fucking commiserate professional club leader, offering to fight some dude who was challenging Her Majesty’s crown bc Her Majesty won’t let said dude start a Milwaukee chapter get real Milwaukee, you don’t even go here even tho after the fight, Her Majesty Johnny’s just gonna fuckin let the dude start it anyway, he wants to test a homie’s dedication, bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is

These ones👇here are just him being fucking dreamy and perfect, all enjoying a Sunday afternoon ride into the sunset with his malewife Benny the fam, hair blowing in the breeze, ain’t got a care in the world bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is

This here👇is him being fucking perfect, doing his best Brando-mugging at the camera, cigarette expertly hanging out his mouth by a thread, eyebrows up nearly to his hairline, all squinting like he about to fail a vision test at the DMV n giving them no choice but to take his driver’s license away, except jokes on them bc nothing and I mean n o t h i n g can keep him away from these mean streets or from his girlfriend that’s he knows is way too cool for him, Benny bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is

This here👇is him being fucking perfect and positively heartbroken getting the news that his malewife has been attacked by some clowns in a bar from my malewife, a one Ponyboy-coded, Mr. Cal from California aka Boyd Holbrook in greaser drag and I normally am so not for blondies but by god am I here for that and plotting his inevitable revenge on those no-good mfs who did his girl so dirty, nearly taking away her ability to ride bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is

This here👇is him being fucking perfect exacting said vengeance on behalf of his malewife, Benny aka The Girl Everyone Wants To Take To The Prom by finding the dudes who beat him up and then setting the bar on fire for good measure bc gottdammmititfkdjd nobody messes with MAH WOMAN bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is. It’s also him hilarious with the comedic timing like look at how funny his face is just telling Brucie to burn it down SKSKSK

And this here👇is him being fucking perfect, watching the world burn enjoying the fruits of his labor, a Labor Of Love in fact, bc that’s the kinda fuckin guy Johnny is

And what’s more gold than that, right guys?? Never change. Stay gold, Johnny. Stay gold.

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taglist: @drabbles-mc, @when-did-this-become-difficult, @complete-nonsequitur, @ashlingiswriting since yall read the fic