#beanbag chair thoughts

[bluecookiedisaster]

#klaus hargreeves #jack sparrow #CAPTAIN jack sparrow #pirates of the caribbean #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #robert sheehan #johnny depp #ALSO: not staying dead when they're killed #cant believe i forgot that one #beanbag chair thoughts #AND having fucking amazing hair

[isa-ah]

> get up at 8am

> eat a good breakfast

> find a place to work

> spend several minutes arranging pillows and blankets

> settle in with peak comfort

> locked in for hours to come

> crack open my iPad to get started

> mfw 1%

#feeling disillusioned vile rotten mr grinch style #im so buried in pillows and blankets in the middle of a beanbag chair #do u know. the effort itll take to go get my charger #im abt to wake my husband up #babe bring me my stupid idiot charger! i thought it was plugged in wll night!!!

[plague-vulture]

in the new Pillow Corner ™️ of my room

#aka the space between my bed and the wall where i now have a lump of plushies and a beanbag chair #plague's thoughts

[substantial-gains]

I also want to make an OC with this dork too. Something something retired special forces combatant badass who really let herself go, now sips monster energy drinks while sitting in a fold out chair on her porch like a boomer...

#thoughts and whatever #all that with a beanbag chair-sized gut included!

[basslinegrave]

dynasty warriors 9 is 5 years old today... orz

i remember getting the game on release which was overlapping with my highschool finals, i remember not studying and just playing the damn game

and now 5 years later im also not studying for college and not doing my final thesis and just playing the damn game lmao

#but like i finished hs.. and now im finishing college.. umm what the eff #i remember coming home from a final exam and not even changing my clothes and just plopping onto my beanbag chair and playing dw9 #still got better memories with dw8... which spanned over my late hs years pretty much #damn.. #thoughts are being thunk

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Ooh tonight we are Posting prepare for an in-depth discussion of the Sims 4

#i found tags where i talked about it and i'm feeling inspired right now #when i get back to my computer i'll type something #many thoughts floating in my brain i need to organise them and then display them in my little virtual house #when i was a kid i used to imagine what the inside of my brain would look like if it was like. an office #there was a desk and a chair with wheels and lots of bookcases and a beanbag for my friends #and it looked like a brain in shape but it had a door to come in (obviously) #well this is what my tumblr is #you are looking inside my brain don't mind the mess #wow i have a ramble tag now

[rubythecrimsonwriter]

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#most of my friend group where Ive moved to arent really big on the whole touching thing #and i get it i have those days too where if you touch me ill do my damnedest to gut you #i respect it #however there are also days where i want to share a beanbag chair with a friend so that we're functionally laying on each other #miss those days when i lived with my best friends and we could invade each other's personal space #i mean sure a lot of people thought we had a very large polyamorous group consisting of a lot of Vs which was hilarious #but we knew we werent fucking or dating each other and the expectation was ''cuddle and share funnies'' and that was it #i miss it

[beatrixstonehill2]

"God guys, I'm not sure how much longer I can do this..... although it is fun while it lasts. As you know, I work at a pretty big chain of gyms/fitness centers that got bought out by a new company last year. The new focus of the company is no longer on fit people who're serious about the gym, catering to others like us. Now it's all about getting the incels and dumpy guys out of the house and getting them fit. Only a few men are on staff, known as 'Senior Alphas' and they basically just exist to encourage dudes and build them up even if they're doing stuff all wrong and barely able to walk on a treadmill on the lowest setting for five minutes.

Most of the workers are now girls. Can you guess where this is headed? Our boss is making us take hella fertility drugs and boob growth pills. I've gone from a lead fitness coordinator to a glorified fluffer and cum dump. All of us have to walk around the gym like maids, offering drinks, and our bodies. They removed tons of equipment to bring in literal beds and lounging areas for us girls to tit fuck and suck the guys off. It's a gym, and two thirds of it is a lounge with beanbag chairs, hammocks, and queen-sized beds. Some men come in, sit down and just start jerking off to porn on their phones.

We're not allowed to say no to anything, no matter how demeaning. If the guys want to face fuck us till we puke? We have to. If they want to grab and slap and pull our breasts? We have to smile and thank them. We can even be put on harnesses, flipped upside down and have our breasts used as punching bags. Thank god most of the guys are so weak it barely hurts but my boobs are still bruised to hell most days, which just makes these degenerate weirdos even hornier. We have to encourage them to fuck us and refer to it as the best full-body work out we offer. .... Most guys last less than thirty seconds and hardly move.

We're not allowed to take birth control. The company is all about 'traditional values' so we walk around in sundress or skirts and tank tops. Our asses are always hanging out, our skirts/dresses can't reach more than an inch below our pubic area. Our shifts are basically just getting gang raped by fat sweaty nerds whose only impressions of women come from porn and hentai. We have to get pregnant. I just gave birth two months ago to quintuplets in front of the whole crowded gym. It was so humiliating. My breasts are gigantic and leak milk constantly. I'm two months pregnant again already and can hardly stomach the thought that my tits will be twice this size by the time I give birth again. I'm basically a glorified walking womb with a huge set of tits that are too big to nurse actual babies; I'd just suffocate them. My breasts literally only exist for male pleasure, to be grabbed and fucked and beaten up to make guys' cocks hard.

I'm thinking about quitting but I think I might've signed a waver that said if I leave or get terminated I subject myself to be sold to a government-run hucow farm. So it'd be much of the same. Not like I can do much else. Might as well stay here and service all these poor horny nerds instead of becoming cattle and getting fucked by rich people and politicians. They'd probably just sell me to some drug lord in Columbia like my friend, Sarah, after her company got bought out a couple years ago. Oh well, I have no choice but to put up with it and grow out these breasts until I can't even walk, which seems like it'll definitely be sooner, rather than later.....

#be #breast expansion #breast inflation #free use kink #cnc free use #breeding k1nk

[woso-dreamzzz]

Hide-and-Seek

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You play hide and seek

Magda doesn't get yelled at a lot.

It's not really something that happens. She, very specifically, doesn't get yelled at by Pernille. Not at home at least, a few time on the pitch to leave the ball alone but that's never out of anger.

Right now, though, it's out of anger.

"Where the hell is our child?!" Pernille demands, arms crossed and furious look on her face that Magda has seen only a few times.

"She's right-" Magda reaches a hand out for you only for it to close around empty air. She looks down in shock at the empty space she assumed you were in.

You're not there and she looks up to see the furious look on Pernille's face turn to pure, unfiltered anger.

"You lost her?!"

"I didn't lose her!" Magda says quickly," I didn't! I..." She tries to run through excuses in her mind, tries to find something that will send Pernille away long enough to find you. "I left her with Sam."

"With Sam?!"

Perhaps, that wasn't the best choice because Pernille looks angrier than before, muttering under her breath before running off to find Sam.

As she goes, Magda grabs Niamh and Jessie from where they were relaxing on beanbag chairs together.

"Come on," She says," We need to find Princesse."

Niamh frowns. "I thought you said you left her with Sam."

"I lied."

Magda's stalking through the halls, head ducking and weaving as she looks around for whether you've run off too. You don't tend to wander a lot or very far when you do. You're usually close by and you never leave without telling one of your mums so Magda's at a loss for where you could have possibly gone and why.

"But why did you tell Pernille that you did?"

Magda gives Niamh the most pointed look she can manage whilst the guilt and fear bubble up inside her. "You saw Pernille! She was fuming! What would she say if I lost Princesse? Huh? I probably wouldn't have a home to go back to!"

It's clear Niamh thinks she's being dramatic because she rolls her eyes but Magda doesn't think this is very funny.

It's only a matter of time before Pernille tracks down Sam and finds out that you aren't with her. Magda's window of opportunity is getting smaller and smaller the longer she waits around explaining this to Niamh.

She grabs a hold of Jessie again, hauling her down the corridor as Niamh hurries to catch up.

The usually locked door to the storage room creaks open behind them and you slip out, making sure Morsa's back doesn't turn while you scamper off to your new hiding place.

Morsa counted for a very long time and you waited around for ages for her to start looking for you.

You don't get to play hide and seek a lot and you've never played it anywhere out of the house but you're determined to win. Not-Wolfsburg has lots more hiding places than at home and you duck into the canteen to hide under one of the tablecloths.

You don't want Morsa to find you too quickly. You know you're doing well at hiding from her because she's had to recruit Jessie and Niamh to help find you.

That makes you happy and you peek out from your hiding place. You don't want to stay in one place too long in case Morsa catches up so you hurry through the canteen to another room.

A few of the Not-Wolfsburg girls watch you go, shaking their heads fondly when you tell them that you're playing hide and seek.

You duck in and out of rooms as quickly as you can, not staying long enough for someone to find you.

When you play at home, Morsa always checks outside first so you know she's going to have to move inside soon which is when you'll sneak out.

You giggle to yourself, setting off for the pitch when something grabs you by the hood of your jumper and lifts you up. You squeal with laughter, legs kicking out as the ground disappears from under them.

You're turned until you're almost nose to nose with Millie.

"Hi!" You chirp.

"Your mother is looking for you."

"I know!" You puff out your cheeks," We're playing hide and seek."

"And does Pernille know that?"

You frown. "I'm playing with Morsa, silly!"

"Uh-huh." Millie rolls her eyes and adjusts her grip on you so you're sitting on her hip rather than just dangling. "Let's get you to Pernille."

"Millie!" You whine," Morsa's gonna find me! I'm gonna lose!"

Millie doesn't listen to you at all though as she goes to find Pernille.

Pernille has Sam backed up against the wall, yelling at her when Millie arrives. Sam is swearing up and down she has no idea where you are and Magda's lying because you definitely did not get left with her.

"Momma!" You whine and Pernille whips around to face you," Millie's ruining my game!"

Pernille hurries forward, taking you from Millie and tucking your face into her neck. "What game?" She asks, her previous anger melting away as she speaks to you," Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Playing hide and seek with Morsa!" You explain," I was winning!"

"You've won," Pernille declares," You've definitely won." She shakes her head. "When I get my hands on your Morsa-" She lets the statement hang for a moment before pulling you even closer, like she wants you to melt into her skin and live there forever.

"Magda!" Jessie says as she shoves the door open," We haven't checked in here...Oh..."

Magda comes running in.

She notices you immediately, running to grab you before she realises just who exactly is carrying you.

"Pernille," She says," I can explain."

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #the big adventures universe

[eddies-ashtray]

“baby, baby, baby, baby,” eddie repeats over and over, his breath ghosting your neck with his chin on your shoulder. 

if sober eddie hardly had any concept of personal space, drunk eddie couldn’t even imagine a world in which he was more than a foot away from you or not touching you. he got very needy when he was drunk. tonight at jeff’s house was no different. 

turning your head to him as much as you could with his big head on your shoulder, you side eye him for a moment, eyebrows raised in amusement. 

“hi, sweetheart,” eddie greets, a dopey smile slicing across his face. 

“hi, eddie. need somethin’, baby?” 

you note the rosiness of his cheeks immediately. 

“wanta kiss,” he pouts.

“okay. well. can’t exactly do that with your head on my shoulder now, can i?” you reason. immediately, eddie removes his head from your shoulder and manhandles you until you’re sitting with your legs draped over his lap on the couch. 

“there,” eddie says triumphantly, his big hands groping the dough of your thighs, squeezing and releasing every few seconds. 

you don’t comment on how he could have done without pulling you over his lap to get a kiss because that just wouldn’t make sense to drunk eddie. 

fulfilling his request, you peck him on the mouth once, then brush the hair out of his face when you pull away.

eddie’s still pouting though.

“that sucked. need a reallll one,” he drawls. 

“a real one?” you question, though you know exactly what he’s asking. 

“here,” eddie says, releasing your thighs and instead holding your face in his hands so he can pull you into a “real” kiss where he slips his tongue into your mouth rather sloppily, his nose smushed against your face. 

you can taste the alcohol on his tongue instantly as he kisses you and you don’t pull away until gareth wolf whistles at your PDA.

when you look to him, he jests, “don’t stop on my account.”

“shut up,” you retort half heartedly. gareth just sticks his tongue out at you immaturely and turns back to jeff, snickering. 

but eddie doesn’t seem to hear any of this, his lips moving to your neck, kissing and licking at the skin there. 

and then, “can we go? wanna be alone with you,” he requests, probably a little too loudly. 

pulling his face away from your neck and holding him in your hands seems to ground him for a moment, his dark eyes shining as he stares into yours. 

“you’re drunk, eds. i’m not gonna do anything with you when you’re drunk.” his pale skin is warm beneath your palms. 

eddie deflates, shoulders sagging as he says, “jesus, you’re so respectful...but pleaseee?” 

eddie flashes you his best puppy dog eyes, but still, you don’t relent. 

“mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head.

when he tries to protest, “but!-” you interrupt:

“would you wanna fuck me if i was totally smashed and barely coherent?” 

eddie’s eyes widen at that, a soft gasp slipping past his lips as if he was horrified by the thought.

“would never take advantage of you, why would you even say that? that’s terrible,” he moans, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly. 

“too tight,” you squeak.

“sorry, sorry, m’sorry, didn’t meant to,” eddie apologizes, loosening his grip around your shoulders and rubbing your arm softly.

eddie rests his forehead against your shoulder.

“s’okay. think it’s time to go, hm?” you whisper and eddie nods softly against you.

eddie lifts his head up as you plant your feet on the carpeted floor and stand, hauling eddie up off the couch as well. he stumbles slightly, but you steady him with an arm wrapped around his waist.

as you walk towards the basement stairs, eddie slings an arm around your shoulder. 

“you guys leavin’?” jeff asks from a beanbag chair facing the television.

“yeah, gotta get this one home,” you inform as eddie hiccups and boops your nose. 

“drive safe!” jeff hollers as you help eddie up the stairs.

once in the passenger seat of his van, eddie lolls his head to the side to watch you buckle in and start the vehicle.

“thanks for takin’ care o’me,” eddie slurs with a lazy smile.

you turn to face him for a moment.

“always.”

-

pt.2

pt. 3

#eddie munson #reader is eddie’s sober dd!! #eddie munson x gn reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson headcanons

[bluecookiedisaster]

quick reminder that it’s fine to like music that other people think is cringey. you should be able to vibe to whatever the hell you want without feeling ashamed about it.

#music #imagine dragons #twenty one pilots #musicians #pop #bands #singers #cringe culture is dead #beanbag chair thoughts #the chainsmokers #emo

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 135

Hear me out, there is no way that Jason doesn’t have some sort of lair in the ghost zone from his time being dead. There is no way it doesn’t still exist somewhere in the zones. So imagine you’re Jason, you’re angry and tired and just want to go somewhere safe where you can rest, you want to go home. 

And suddenly you’re falling through the floor- but somehow up? You’re floating but not, somehow slipping between the living and dead-

And then you’re crashing into a couch, a somehow familiar couch that had been gotten rid of in the manor years ago. And there’s your old beanbag chair, from before you even came to the manor, old toys you thought you’d lost, weapons in cases along the wall, pictures of your family, old and new- and books. Every book you’ve had or ever wanted to read, books that were never written or books that have yet to be written. 

And it feels safe. 

Well before a teen crashes in through a window and almost breaks one of the shelves while bleeding green everywhere. 

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #Jason was in zen before skulker threw a halfa through the should-be-empty lair #Jason is not happy #He just wants One fuckin Day #Oh hey his All Blades apparently work on ghosts cool #Time to take out his aggression on a mech #Does he know what's going on? No #Does Jason care? Also no #He's close to crying it was So Peaceful before it was Ruined

[otdiaftg]

The King's Men - Chapter Fifteen (17)

Day: Friday, March 22nd / 23rd* Time: 11:30 PM EST

Neil locks the door behind him and crosses the room to Andrew's side. Andrew lets him take the vodka away without argument or resistance. Neil screws its cap on tight and sets it where neither of them could knock it over. Andrew is ready when Neil turns back to him, and he catches Neil's collar to pull him down. Neil plants one hand against the rough carpet to keep himself leveraged off Andrew's body. The other he buries in the beanbag near Andrew's head. Andrew drags a hand down Neil's arm from his shoulder to his wrist. "Last I checked you hated me," Neil says against Andrew's mouth. "Everything about you," Andrew says. Neil pushes himself up a bit. "I'm not as stupid as you think I am." "And I'm not as smart as I thought I was," Andrew says. "I know better than to do this again. Perhaps it's the self-destructive streak in me?" If it wasn't for that "again" Neil would think this has to do with Wednesday's terrible conversation. Neil ticks through all the possible explanations as fast as he can, from Roland's rejected advances to Andrew's complicated family issues to the Foxes and Drake. Pressure on his wrist finally turns his thoughts where they need to go. Neil had once asked Andrew if it would kill him to let something in. He should've known better than to say such a thing after seeing Andrew's scars. Andrew had nearly killed himself trying to hang onto Cass Spear, but he'd still lost her in the end. "I am not a pipe dream," Neil says. "I'm not going anywhere." "I didn't ask you." "Ask me," Neil insists, "or stick around long enough to figure it out for yourself." "I'll get bored of you eventually." "You sure?" Neil asks. "Rumor has it I'm pretty interesting." "Don't believe everything you hear." Neil ignores that dismissal because Andrew is already pulling him down again. They kiss until Neil feels dizzy, until he isn't sure he can hold himself up anymore, and then Andrew pulls Neil's hand off the beanbag chair. He holds it up away from them for an eternity, then slowly presses it flat against his chest and lets go. Andrew tenses up underneath Neil's hand but relaxes before Neil can pull away. Neil isn't fooled. Andrew had made it very clear the first time he kissed Neil how important an actual "yes" is. This casual surrender isn't genuine consent. Andrew is doing this because of what they'd said on Wednesday, but Neil isn't sure which one of them Andrew is trying to convince. It's only been three months since Proust's abuse and four months since Drake's attack. Neil doesn't know when Andrew will be okay with this but he knows it isn't today. Neil leaves his hand on Andrew but refuses to move it from that spot. "I won't be like them," Neil says. "I won't let you let me be." "One hundred and one," Andrew says, "going on one hundred and two." "You're a terrible liar," Neil says, and Andrew kisses him into silence.

Art used with permission by rainbowd00dles. Thank you @rainbowd00dles

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #tkm #the kings men #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #palmetto state university #psu foxes #andreil #on this day in aftg #otdiaftg #palmetto state foxes #otdi all for the game #nora sakavic #the foxes #on this day in all for the game #kevin day #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #coach wymack #betsy dobson #abby winfield #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds #artists #rainbowd00dles

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

I can't believe the little key details they put into Shadow's room in the short film. Cause for one thing, HE HAS HIS OWN ROOM, I was surprised at that, to be honest, since the guy doesn't really need to sleep and thought they basically had him in a tank of sorts majority of the time.

But the stuff they have placed in there really says a lot on his personality before G.U.N. showed

Like right here, we see that he sleeps, or at least takes short naps on this plaid, beanbag chair.

It's so stinking wholesome that they at least had something in his room that he could rest up on whenever he felt the need to and make the space more comfortable.

We also see that he has a little nightstand that's has a few Easter eggs.

We see a chaos drive, a mini figurine of a motorcycle (wink wink), and a drawing of Shadow riding a custom bike??? It's hard to tell, but he definitely drew that up since we saw him show off his art skills earlier.

We can also see that he has two shelves of stuff set up for him, there's a few books, an old boombox or radio on the lower shelf but at the top shelf tucked in the corner?

He had his own little keyboard set.....

All I can picture now is Maria and him having mini musical sessions for fun whenever they had the chance, and it's absolutely destroying me.

#Project: Shadow #project shadow fan film #project shadow #shadow fan film #shadow the hedgehog #maria robotnik #gerald robotnik #sth

[soldez]

favorite lair details

- the giant heat lamp

- the clean looking moat that they never use or acknowledge because they prefer to swim in dirty sewer water

- mikey's graffiti tags all over the place but especially the scribbles all over his room that look like practice doodles in crayon going back to like kindergarten, practicing his name and abcs, etc.

- them having beanbags instead of a couch so they can lean back with their stupid shells. same goes for mikey's hammock. same goes for the massage chairs that only appeared once

- the mystery gamer room that only appeared in the purple game- i presume because it had to be sealed off after the events of the episode due to the gamer stink

- the kitchen cabinet with a sticky note that always says "BUY GRANOLA"

- the med bay that they only used one time that's just a giant industrial garage with a single dentist chair in the middle

- their actual garage that apparently just leads directly onto the streets of Manhatten and still no one has found their lair. it's also where they keep training dummies made to look like each of them and donnie's is always strung up on the rafters, limp. forgotten. like a frisbee on a roof

- number 1 lou jitsu huggy pillow

- the fact that leo has a queen sized mattress with pink & red sheets while raph sleeps on a twin sized bunk makes me feel like he lost rock paper scissors for the big bed at like 6 years old and has paid for it ever since

- donnie's titanium self portrait sculpture that's so hyperrealistic that raph thought it was his actual decapitated head and this item just migrates around the house as like a doorstop or whatever and no one ever acknowledges that he is apparently, canonically, in-universe, a master representational sculptor much like the real Donatello of Renaissance fame

- splinter having an extremely elaborate expensive sewing setup in his room to keep up with their constant demand for stupid little outfits

- splinter having a minibar in his room . actually everything about his room just in general he's so real for this

- their fucked up toilet

- the only visible way to get upstairs is a skateboard ramp

- probably more I'm forgetting

#tmnt

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

You know, from what we saw with the inspector, Basilisks can get pretty big. Makes you wonder if Vee could get even anywhere near that size in her basilisk form. Given the last we saw of it, she was still likely growing like the rest of the Hexsquad. If so, Masha is in for some really big basilisk cuddles.

Masha using their big snek gf as a beanbag chair, also at that size I thought of that one scene in Spirited Away with Haru and Chihiro and just had to (try) draw it

#ask #the owl house #vee noceda #masha toh #vee x masha #pluralfuture #my art #sketch