#my fuckin baby

[jimmys-zeppelin]

#*starts cursing* #HEs sO FCKN #CHUBBYYYYY #that's my acutal husband right there #I have the marriage certificate framed in my bedroom #my fuckin BABY #fuck man #jimmy page #led zeppelin #robert plant #dennis rodman #90s #old jimmy nation #why does it look like someone threw a bucket of water on robert

[skellytonsandstars]

Bro TULIN

#skelly rambles #MY FUCKIN BABY #MY LITTLE BOY #also whenever he speaks all I can hear is bennett but MY BABY BOYYYYYHH

[cynicallyneutral]

had to be done 🤷

#sasunaru #naruto #sasuke #sns #my art #comic #is it bc idk #meme redraw????? idk???? #round fox baby #naruto’s boyfriend #HAHAHAHAH #i couldnt rly #fuckin do sasuke’s coloring im just glad my friend #helped me out bc like i was gonna scrap all the #work i did on naruto just to accommodate sasuke #dkfhdkdkd as always this is my art #my own interpretation #leave if u dont agree with this please #no more tags abt what u expect who to be who #this is what i wanted #i made this for ME bc im gay

[datcravat]

whateverit'snotlikeimadrawingoranything!!!!!!!!!

#my art #FINALLYY DREW HER my god over the years she has been requested SO MUCH i was so terrified #love marie so much everyones all ew tsundere and im like YEAH BABY FUCKIN HELL YEAH GIVE ME THE TROPIEST TROPE YOU CAN and even then she #still has a lot of nuance #also her voice acting is really good #persona #persona 4

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 95

Captain Marvel, new Den-Mother (despite the fact he himself is a child even if the league isn’t aware of that fact) for the Young Justice team blinks. Klarion, so-called chaos lord, blinks back in the middle of a spell. 

He tilts his head. The other baby realms-being mirrors him. His own magic-fueled core pulses, and a chaos-core vibrates back. Oh. Ah. So that’s what’s happening. 

“They can’t play right now,” he explains to the barely-younger ancient-in-training, ignoring the team’s incredulous looks at his words with the practice of someone who had to deal with the voices of gods all the time. And Batman’s narrowing eyes. Scary. 

The chaos-core thrums in a distinct pouting-sensation, alongside a whine unique to young ghostlings. A whine that he replied with, even if only they could hear. Come play later, busy now, he insisted again, even if Klarion’s pouting was turning visible before it shifted to a scowl. 

“Fiiine…” And then the chaosling was gone, his familiar with him. Billy really wished he could join in disappearing, seeing the info-hungry look in the others’ eyes.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #Look Danny's halfa transformation is rings because he died in a portal #Billy's is fuckin lightning- thank you wizard (not) #Billy: I am 10 and you are 6 therefor you are baby #klarion the witch boy #billy batson #young justice #Marvel: Well would you look at the time I need to go feed my tiger YEP- #The YJ & JL want ANSWERS Marvel #All the gods are cackling in his head #It's implied but yes #He has the divine twitch chat #captain marvel

[erwinsvow]

“Angst” but actually it’s just reader seeing Rafe’s buzz cut for the first time lol

- 💓

"what did you do?" you cry out, a horrible, anguished look taking over your pretty face. he doesn't think he's ever seen you so distraught, except maybe that time you walked in on him punching the squishmallows that live on your bed.

rafe runs a hand through his freshly buzzed hair, rolling his eyes at your reaction.

"it's summer. fuckin' hot as hell. and it was getting too long, anyways-"

"no it wasn't!" you cry out, and for a second, he wonders if you're actually about to sob over his haircut. "it was perfect. i loved your hair like that."

"okay, calm down-"

"don't tell me to calm down! you didn't even ask me-" you huff, but he cuts you off.

"ask you?"

"i'm your girlfriend. don't you care about my feelings? do you even care about me?"

"woah, kid, it's just hair-"

you calm down eventually, but still make a pouty face every time you turn to look at rafe for the rest of the day. later that night in bed, you curl up against him.

"how am i gonna play with your hair now?"

"you can still play with it."

"no i can't. ugh," you groan, burying your head into his chest. another thought pours into your head. "what am i gonna grab when we do stuff?"

rafe tilts your head up with his fingers.

"what stuff?" your face burns.

"you know. stuff."

"use your words, kid."

"ugh. when you.. y'know.. go down on me," you end up murmuring quietly, burying your face again.

"why don't we test it out then, hm?"

#lmfaooooo silly goofy. love him! #i love his buzzcut but s2 rafe... greasy bangs rafe...... thats my fuckin baby daddy. srsly #📮 asks #💓 anon #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

[b0tster]

it was so pretty out today 💙

#goth #trans #transgender #lgbt #selfie #fuckin uh idk #sorry to boss baby but new york when its freshly rained and currently sunny gives off big unreal engine asset pack vibes #sorry my eye spikes are a bit smeared i just wear masks everywhere still hashtag humble brag

[ghost-proofbaby]

when you know, you know. (e.m.)

summary: air hockey has never been so romantic.

warnings: it's alluded to that reader is wearing red lipstick. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

wc: 1.8k+

a/n: a very late valentine's day gift for you all (and eddie). also, the fact i've never written proper mechanic eddie... what a shame.

“Yes!” 

If any of the nearby children flinched, you didn’t notice. You were too wrapped up in your victory, going as far as to partake in a terribly embarrassing dance on your end of the air hockey table as Eddie shakes his head slowly. 

“You definitely cheated,” he deadpans, a twitch of a smile nearly giving him away as he leans down to pick the puck out of the slot below on his end, “There’s no way you’re about to beat me in under five minutes, again.” 

You smile, lips painted red under the lowlights of the arcade as you lean over the table and taunt him, “Or maybe it’s just a skill issue. I wouldn’t keep beating you if you were actually a professional in air hockey like you’d claimed, Munson.” 

Three dates – tonight makes four – and you still hadn’t quite worked out how you’d managed to capture the attention of the boy before you. When he’d originally asked you out to coffee, you’d swallowed down all your excessive excitement just to answer him. The local mechanic that you’d been making heart eyes at every few months when you’d go in for an oil check, the one who hadn’t allowed the others at the shop to oversell you on a damn thing when you’d get your tires rotated. Who always smiled shyly as he’d bring you back your keys.

You’d figured the coffee date would last an hour if you were lucky. The two of you would spend more than five minutes in the same room together, he’d realize how overbearing you were, and that would be the end of it. Ridiculous crush effectively squashed. 

But it hadn’t. 

It had lasted hours, plural. Coffees finished and second lattes nursed until they’d gone cold, the outcome had been the exact opposite of your expectations. Your conversation had flowed effortlessly, common ground and common interests found with ease, and suddenly, Eddie was more than just some cute mechanic for your friends to tease you over. 

The first date had only ended due to his shift at the shop that afternoon. 

The subsequent sushi dinner date, and then the movie night the next week, had also lasted hours. 

“For someone who works on cars, you should be a lot better with your hands,” you poke gentle fun at him as he makes the first hit against the puck this time, far more careful than you had been when serving. 

“Or maybe I’m just determined to keep letting my pretty date win.” 

“And why would you ever do that?” 

Another hit from your mallet, the sharp tapping of your aggressive push ringing out over the sound of nearby machines. You don’t dare to glance in the direction of the ruckus, but you’re pretty sure someone has just won an exciting amount of tickets based on the squeals of glee. 

“I dunno,” Eddie pauses to shrug after he hits the puck once more, his guard dropping. You’re ruthless as you take the opportunity to shoot the puck straight into ‘goal’ on his side of the table. A straight shot, far too easy for your liking, but you still celebrate the victory with another embarrassing dance, “Maybe it’s because I’m into that ridiculous dance they keep doing whenever they score.” 

You immediately stop your little jumps, eyes widening, a rush of embarrassment heating you up from the inside out as Eddie’s eyes stay glued on you. The table powers down as he makes his way around it, feet bringing him right to you. 

You’d always thought Eddie would find you weird, or odd, or unappealing after that coffee date, but the outcome had been better than you could have possibly conceived.

He was an absolute weirdo as well. 

Fondness overtakes his features just like it had on that coffee date when you’d accidentally snorted at one of his jokes, and your heart flutters eagerly. You can’t believe there had been a time you’d only watch him from behind glass, trying to not get caught as you would blatantly stare at him as he’d work on your car. A time when you’d only see his curls up in loose buns rather than framing his face as they were now, a time when you couldn’t even shake his hand due to it being covered in oil. 

That had all only been a month ago, but you already couldn’t imagine your life without Eddie Munson in it. 

“Don’t go shy on me now,” he chuckles as he stops in front of you, smirk deepening the dimples you’d only noticed on your second date with him. He’d been too bashful the first date, ducking whenever his grin would grow too wide on you, biting his tongue on half the flirtatious remarks you wished he would have said. “You won, fair and square, so what’s your prize gonna be, valentine?” 

He also waited until the second date to kiss you. That had nearly killed you. 

“It’s not very fair if you let me win,” you whisper, unable to look away from his eyes. They’re a soft brown, a smooth honey, a nice sight for sore eyes. You kind of like the crinkles beside them, too. Kind of wonder what it would be like to wake up beside him, roll over, and kiss them – all before the sun ever rose. 

He reaches out and gingerly grabs your hand, calloused fingertips brushing your knuckles before he entangles your fingers with his. “Psh, who said I let you win? Maybe I just really suck at air hockey.”

“You just-”

You never get to finish your argument. He’s quick to swoop down, capturing your lips in his. The rudest of interruptions, and it still manages to weaken your knees. 

Each kiss only grows sweeter. And more confident, more sure. The first one had been timid, exchanged on your doorstep with boyish hesitation and meek desperation. But now, several kisses experienced since that night, all apprehension has melted. He lets his lips meld to yours, captures your bottom lip just tightly enough to give it a brief tug when he pulls away. Still soft, ever so sweet, and leaving you wanting for more. 

Four dates. All it took was four dates for him to make you a goner. 

“Now, that wasn’t fair,” you breathe out, betrayed by the smile that you wear. Your chest feels shaken up, impending explosion of mushiness and flowers and hearts and every single cliche the love songs on the radio could squeeze out.

“It was your prize.”

“I never said I wanted a kiss for my prize.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he puts a dramatic hand up to his chest, leaning back so dramatically that your hand instinctively reaches out to loop a finger in his jean pocket to keep him upright, “Would you like me to take it back, my fair maiden?” 

Four dates, and he makes it impossible to not imagine a future of this. Of silly banter, of gentle mornings spent kissing away crows feet, of cutting one another off with the most infuriating of methods. You’re starting to believe you’re just a hopeless romantic, and he’d spotted that from a mile away – he knew every single button to press to have you putty in his hands, and he was taking full advantage of it. 

You giggle, an honest to God giggle, as you say, “Hm, I’m not sure. I heard the return policies on those are a bit wonky.” 

If your friends thought you were insufferable when he was some stranger you just had a crush on, they would be vomiting at the sight of this. 

He leans into your space, close enough to smell his faint cologne and mint on his breath, “Are they? Well, lucky for you, I’m friends with the shop owner. Can definitely accept the return without a receipt. It won’t be a problem, ma’am. I swear it.”

He’s weird. He’s goofier than you could have imagined, snarkier than you could have dreamed, and more romantic than you had yet to uncover. He’s kind of perfect, but you wouldn’t dare say that to his face. Not yet, at least. 

You’re glad you had said yes when he’d asked days prior for you to be his Valentine. And you’re glad he hadn’t gone the boring route, showing up with just chocolates and flowers and calling it a day, but had instead dragged you out to this arcade for a night of adventures as he claimed. 

“And how would one go about returning a kiss, kind sir?” 

He answers wordlessly, bringing up a finger to tap on his lips. He goes as far as pouting them dramatically. 

He wants you to kiss him. 

Lucky for him, you want to kiss him, too. 

Your kiss is more chaste. Teasing as you lift up onto your tippy toes and only press your lips to his for a brief second before falling back. You leave him wanting more – it’s written all over his face, along with a blush that races right over the bridge of his nose. 

He’s cute. He’s cute, and he’s weird, and you really fucking like him. 

“Now that that’s over with,” you have to change the topic, move right along before your heart truly bursts from your chest, “I know what I want my prize to be.” 

He takes a moment to recover, pupils almost resembling hearts as he stares down at you. Eventually he pulls himself from your trance, shaking his head as he asks, “And what would that be?”

You’re the one taking his hand this time. If he gave you the time, you’d like to learn each callous and scar by heart. Trace over them in the middle of night, when it’s just you and him in the darkness beneath your sheets. Memorize the way they feel as he explores every curvature of your body and figure out which of the roughest patches would brush against your most sensitive bits in a way that would make you arch your back right into him. 

The two of you haven’t even discussed if that’s where the night might lead, but you’re sort of hoping the luck in the air doesn’t run out. 

“There’s an awfully pretty ring in the case up at the ticket counter,” you muse, knowing damn well the ring was the ugliest thing either of you had ever seen in your lives, “Think you’ve got the tickets to spare?” 

His hand gives you a squeeze. Something not too tight, something perfectly comfortable. It’s only the fourth date, it’s only the first month – it’s only the beginning. 

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says, more earnestly than you’d expected, as he steals another kiss. 

You let him. You have this aching feeling in your chest that you’ll probably let him steal an endless amount from you for the rest of your life. 

When you know, you know. Or whatever the poets say.

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#my writing #ghost's stories #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #i want eddie to win me an ugly arcade ring thanks #also reader falling in love within a month of properly knowing eddie is so real #me too baby me fuckin too #on one tonight idk #let's gooo <3

[saintbleeding]

[ID: two drawings of a roughly-toddler aged Jon Sims and his mother. Both look like heavily weathered polaroids. Both Jon and his mother have medium-brown skin, dark, curly hair, and brown eyes. In the first picture, Jon is in overalls and a jumper, sitting on his mother’s lap and staring offscreen, chewing on the tip of his index finger, as she gazes lovingly down at him. She wears glasses and a blue blouse under a brown waistcoat. The photo is captioned “Jonathan & Ameerah, Oct ‘89”. In the second photo, Jon is wearing a red onesie and his mother’s glasses, grinning cheekily up at her as she laughs, one of her hands clutching both of his. The caption says “thief! Scoundrel!! Fiend!!!” End ID.]

it’s been two years one month two weeks and three days and jon jarchivist is still my sweet precious angel what else is new

#tma #the magnus archives #jon sims #jonblogging #tma…… on this tma blog….. it’s probably exactly as likely as u think…………….. #i just cant stop thinking abt how. He was a fuckin baby. He was a baby and his parents suffered such random sudden deaths #and he just went. Oh! welp. and had losing and grieving and suffering baked into his lived experience… #he was an ORPHAN? AT FOUR??? maybe yall got a point maybe hes done nothing wrong ever actually!!!!!!!! #my #saint draws

[kyasunn]

The Light of the Server

#Secret Life #grian #trafficblr #life series spoilers #traffic smp spoilers #baby's first grian clipped wings fanart #first of many i hope! #it fuckin wimdy #also holy hell guys talk about a warm welcome on my first post its great to have ya! #lots of maniacal cackling to be had over the reaction to the bonding moment #ky-posts-drawing #ky-posts-animation

[cynicallyneutral]

sasuke wants his new year's kiss :kissing_heart:

#sasunaru #narusasu #naruto #sasuke #my art #my comic #round fox baby #naruto's boyfriend #JKHAJDFKASDFADF FUCKING HELL IM SO TIRED #ASDHAHAHAHAHA I BEEN WORKING ON THIS FO #WHAT??? 10 GODDAMN HOURS IM SO DONE IM SO TIRED #ok tbh its my fault for starting late i literally had 3 days off #AND I DID NOTHING ASJKDFHAHSDFADSF FUCKKK #it took an extra hour bC SASUKE #IDK HOW TO DRAW HIS FUCKIN HAIR #NOR HIS FACE WHYS HE SO HARD TO DRAW IM GONNA CRY #anyway hahaha HAPPY NEW YEAR BABES HAHAHAHAHA FUCK

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki, to me, is so dramatic. when he deems you haven’t been paying enough attention to him when he’s hanging out in your room, he decides he has to become the most insufferable person on earth.

katsuki pokes and pulls at your cheeks, bites you randomly and when you don’t cave he rolls on top of you with his full weight despite your groans and whines of protest and he doesn’t budge no matter how hard you shove at him cus he has those stupidly big muscles and hes so stupidly strong. he pulls your shirt up slightly above your belly button and blows wet raspberries all over your stomach. you’re squirming around and desperately pushing at his head to push him away and catch your breath but he doesn’t move an inch and you can feel him smirk against your skin, the asshole.

when he finally, finally stops and you can finally breathe he grips your waist with all his strength and squeezes hard and chuckles when you glare at him cus he thinks he’s so funny.

he pokes at your stomach and the absolute bastard straight up laughs in your face when you pout at him, shit eating grin on his face as he weakly defends himself “that wasn’t even bad, quit being a baby.” you huff, crossing your arms “you jerk, what was that even for?” you ask. he smirks.

you’re pouting and glaring at him but fuck do you look cute, and more importantly you’re looking at him and to katsuki, that’s mission accomplished. he grabs both your arms and brings one of your hands to his lips, his other hand intertwining with yours. he bites at your hand and chuckles some more when you glare at him but you don’t pull away and he feels your hand squeeze his.

“jus’ felt like it.”

#felt the sudden urge to write this #hes such an ass i love him #hes a big fuckin baby #i just know hes SO annoying #i love my boyfriend #bakugou katsuki #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #i love him #I wrote way more than i planned to.. #AGAIN!!! #so normal about him #btw can you tell i have an obsession with biter bkg orrrr

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Tim Drake is the kind of guy who pushes up his glasses anime style before bragging to you about his boyfriends sweet rack. (and when nobody believes him and he shows them a picture everyone says its AI cuz Kryptonians are Uncanny Valley pretty)

#I call this one bully Tim Drake Hours are now open #Dc #tim drake #red robin #timkon #superboy #conner kent #kon el #it's the same for Kon actually #he tries to brag to the homies that he's got a real rich baby daddy locked down (very important at smallville community college) #and when he shows them Tim's pic they all think he's getting catfished by someone pretending to be Tim online cuz like no way #no way is Kon dating the equivalent of a kardashian/kennedy #and Kon is so fuckin offended #tim and kon both bring a certain “my girlfriend lives in Canada” vibe to the group hang out

[frnkiebby]

give the poor guy his soda damnit~🎃

#poor kobra #he’s just thirsty #bl/ind really fuckin shit up for real now #ghoul gives no fucks #has to read the article about him #bc he’s a nosy fucker who needs to see what people think of him #pretty babies #i love them sm #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #mcr5 #mcrmy #frnkiero #frnkie #my chemical romance #my chem #mikey way saturday #mikey fucking way #mikey way

[freckleslikestars]

JohnAeryn moments of physical contact {2/5}

FARSCAPE | Season Two

#farscape #aeryn sun #claudia black #syfysource #cinematv #filmtvcentral #chewieblog #smallscreensource #farscapeedit #john crichton #ben browder #farscape gifs #my gifs #claudia black gifs #userthing #johnaeryn physical contact #there's so much anguish between them ahhhhhhh #also season three is full of physical contact (meltdown I'm looking at you) so...I'm half tempted to split that one into two sets #god theyre so fuckin cute #my tactile little babies #actually that's one of my favourite things about farscape is how tactile everyone is #these sets were originally gonna be the whole moya crew being touchy with one another but uhhhh #johnaeryn stole the show

[fangirltothefullest]

Eons ago I was crying because Sai ate this image and refused to give it back. It acted like this picture just did not exist and I spent hours trying to recover it. SOMEHOW when I transferred my folders from my laptop to my PC, the image magically and miraculously reappeared and I found it today and I am ECSTATIC for y'all to finally see it! Merman Roman in all his pretty glory. I’m so happy TTwTT <3

If you like it, please reblog it! <3

#tashiarts #sanders sides #roman sanders #merman roman #honestly thrilled #this was started literally over a year ago #to see it back and done? #my baby is free from the confines of the evil laptop #TTwTT #so fucking happy right now #two art pieces in one day and both fully coloured? #it's a fuckin miracle baby