#h2o rares

[juicenet]

just some rares of the h2o cast <3

#the one with tom felton/draco is sending me 💀 #also why do most of these have such chaotic energy i love it #ik some of these arent that rare but yk #h2o just add water #h2o #h2o jaw #h2o rares #h2o rare pictures #h2o bts #h2o behind the scenes #phoebe tonkin #cariba heine #claire holt #brittany byrnes #indiana evans #angus mclaren #jamie timony #burgess abernethy #cleo massey #luke mitchell

[cleo-serotonin]

h2o so perfectly encapsulates teenage girlhood and all the good and bad that comes with it. like building the greatest friendships of your life but also losing friends you once thought were close. your parents divorcing but gaining a new parent. growing up to see the best in your parents and becoming closer to your family. getting boyfriends but knowing they come second to your girlfriends. drinking juices and shit talking and knowing you would swim to the ends of the earth for these people, because they get you in a way no one else ever will.

#and the soundtrack does as well! #oh h2o my beloved #(for the getting boyfriends part lets just put aside the fact they are gay for a moment to suspend our disbelief and allow for me to make #this connection. i speak in a canonical way. which is rare as i love to live in delusion as taylor swift once said. thank you) #h2o just add water #h20 just add water #2000s nostalgia #2000s tv #nostalgia #re: losing friends you thought were close - emma was friends with basically the whole swim team and we see them in a grand total of one #episode #yes part of it was her pulling away but also they clearly never put in effort other than coming to a party SHE organized #like;; it mustve hurt #what emma lost is definitely the saddest out of them all

[opalsiren]

even though brittany byrnes is a natural brunette i think charlotte probably is a natural redhead. how and i ever i think she uses some kind of semi permanent gloss to give her hair more of the cool-toned tint that we see in the show, and that her hair is naturally more of like a muted auburn. hope this helps

#like i don't think her natural hair is drastically different from the red we see in canon but there isn't really any way your hair could #grow out of your scalp that burgundy red colour #in some scenes it looks a little more muted like the colour has washed out and in others it looks vibrant and freshly dyed #anyway when her hair washes out and bella sees her natural colour for the first time she's like 🥰😍🤩🥺 #no one: #me: *adds to h2o hair colour discourse* #i think bella's hair colour has to be natural since she transformed when she was nine and hardly would have gone to the hairdresser to get #it coloured however i think she might use those heat activated sun-in sprays from time to time to make her hair more blonde #emma's hair is natural obviously #and it's so rare for anyone to naturally have platinum hair like rikki but i like to think hers is natural too because rikki does not seem #like the type of girlie to dye her hair blonde on the regular #cleo's hair colour doesn't really change throughout the seasons except in season two it sort of looks like she has golden brown highlights #in some scenes? so she might've upped her hair dying chops or maybe they're natural idk #h2o just add water #.txt #h2o #queue #charlotte watsford

[amnhnyc]

We hope you’re having a gem of a weekend! Today’s Exhibit of the Day is a dazzling elbaite (variety: rubellite with quartz). In the late 1800s, gem-bearing pegmatites like this example were discovered in Southern California. What are pegmatites? They’re a special kind of rock formed by magma, characterized by large, occasionally enormous, interlocking crystals—sometimes of unusual minerals containing rare elements.

Large crystals typically mean that magma cooled slowly, allowing the crystals to grow for a long time. But pegmatites are rule-breakers—and are one of the most consistently puzzling aspects of geology. Special circumstances, particularly enrichment in H2O, allow them to solidify rapidly, sometimes in just a few days. Spot this beauty at the Museum’s Halls of Gems and Minerals!

Photo: © AMNH

#amnh #science #museum #nature #natural history #gem #minerals #elbaite #crystals #did you know #fact of the day #rocks #geology #quartz

[solshifts]

Introduction! ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Hello everyone!! My name is Solaris or Sol for short and I am new to Shifting Tumblr. I am currently 21 and majoring in graphic design at my university! I discovered shifting due to shiftok in 2020 and have stuck with it since !! I've had two accidental shifts to an alt CR but, not to my DR unfortunately but I know I'll get there soon!! I'll list some of my DRs below and you guys can see if we have anything in common<3. ♡ 1. Streamer DR : This is my main DR. I adore it with my life. I used to always want to be a streamer back in my 2020 Minecraft SMP eras (Which I'm not in anymore </3). I am a variety streamer in this one and mostly stream minecraft, cooking/baking streams, and also just chatting and roblox raids of course!! My best friend is Quackity andd my love trope is childhood best friends to lovers(hehe, My favorite trope). ♡ 2. Descendants DR : I'm still in the process of finishing my script for this one!! So far I am the daughter of Cinderella and sister to Chad Charming( I'm the smart one of course ;) ). My name is Caitlin Charming and my best friends are Mal, my irl bestie Mae, Evie, Carlos, Jay and many many many more!! I do have a crush interest in this DR so I'll let ya'll guess who it is! ♡ 3. H2O DR : This one is pretty self explanatory LOL. Like be a mermaid and be friends with mermaids and swim and explore the ocean while trying to balance a regular life, like c'mon that sounds so fun!!

♡ 4 .WolfBlood DR : This one I feel like is a rare DR amongst shifters so if you have this as one of your DRs please hmu LOL. WolfBlood has always been my comfort show on Disney when it first launched in 2012 and I've always wanted to be a werewolf who lives among humans and I just think this one would be so fun (except for Shannon trying to find out what the 'beast on the moors' is, seems nagging. I've redone my script 20 times for this one so bare with me as I sort out the details </3. ♡ 5. Better CR DR : This one is also self explanatory, I just feel like a better CR is definitely what I want AND need. Better friend group, going out and having fun, going on adventures, having money, having good grades alll the time, having talents like singing and/or drawing etc; and marrying who your dream person is. Glad shifting came into my life because I loveee having a better CR DR. ♡ 5. Avatar DR : Self explanatory!! I'm the oldest sully and live in the forest with my family <3 That's just a few of the MANY DRs I have, so if you want to find out if we have a same DR feel free to ask :) I don't bite !!! If you're new to shifting and want to ask some questions, please ask them and I'll answer them to the best of my ability!! NO QUESTION IS DUMB<3. Shoutout to my bestie Mae for introducing me to this because I didn't know Shifting tumblr existed and I'm looking forward to meeting you all! @maebyshifting ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

#shifting community #reality shifting #shifting blog #shifting antis dni #quantum jumping #shifters #shiftblr #shifttok

[bohnsky]

I've been rewatching H2O again and I gotta say, I'm a sucker for Emma's and Lewis' friendship. It's rare to get such a beautiful platonic friendship between male and female with no romantic feelings whatsoever. I realized, after the nhundreth time of rewatching, that Lewis usually calls Emma when trying to reach the girls and the two of them do hang out quite often and I love that. I feel like they deserve more attention.

#h2o just add water #emma gilbert #lewis mccartney #platonic

[christophersturnioloswife]

ABOUT ME!

my name is so rare so I cannot say it 😭🙏🏼

i’ve been a fan since oct 1 2020. yes i’ve been watching them for so long

favourite colours : I literally love them all but top 3 has got to be pink, orange and white (bro stfu if u say ‘white ain’t a colour it’s a shade’ it is a colour to me 😭)

favourite YouTubers : sturniolo triplets, tarayummy, Jake and Johnnie, sidemen, beta squad, larray and twaimz.

favourite artists : cardi b, Nicki minaj, flo milli, Justin bieber, lil skies, childish Gambino, usher, neighbourhood, lil tecca, chase Atlantic, travis Scott, drake, SZA, Kesha, Rihanna, Beyoncé, Britney Spears, Katy Perry, Jessie j, Sean Paul, avril lavigne, Ariana grande, 50 cent, 2pac, sexyy red, a boogie wit da hoodie, lil tjay, Bruno mars.

favourite songs : CARNIVAL by a lot of people I cba to write out, TIPSY by MISS LUXURY, rage and base by lil skies , i love freaks by lijay, like a g6 by far east movement, reflections by the neighbourhood, heartbeat by childish Gambino, LANCEY OR LANCEY by Lancey foux, 500lbs and ransom by lil tecca, yeah! And hey daddy by usher, baso every chase Atlantic song I have so many more but I cannot be asked to write them out but basically every song by my favourite artists.

favourite Tv shows and movies : the vampire diaries, thirteen, h2o, wild child, pitch perfect 1 2 and 3, victorious, scream queens, Sam and cat.

What I will not write :

rape

incest

Non consensual stuff

Nick x female reader

do not ask for it or you will be blocked from any of my content.

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#sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #about myself

[georgiapeach30513]

Step Into My Ride, Part 2

Summary:  Ransom and his family do not get along

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sex in public, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  5.3K

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“Gracie Lou Drysdale!” Harlan greets the three of you at the door, and Gracie runs right to him, wrapping her arms around his legs. “Come on in, and tell me all about your week at school. Ransom. Lucky,” he gives the two of you a head nod, leading his favorite great granddaughter inside.

“Luck, I hate coming here,” your boyfriend gives you a little pout, wiggling his legs, mimicking one of Gracie’s rare baby tantrums. He really was deep down just a spoiled child. He wasn’t getting out of weekly dinners with Harlan though. “If my parents could stay away, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Ransom, you need to put your big boy pants on. Gracie loves your grandpa. She tolerates your mom. But for heaven’s sake, quit with this spiel every time we come here.”

“She hates my dad. And I swear, if he makes one comment to you or our daughter, I’m going to lose my shit. Harlan can start coming to the house for dinner.”

“Now there is an idea,” you smile at him. You would much rather have Harlan at your house, and in Gracie’s element any day of the week. “I could make us food, and we wouldn’t have to deal with…” a soft groan exits Ransom’s mouth as a dust cloud is spotted in the distance. “Come on, babe. Let’s go inside so we don’t have to explain to your parents why you’re in a bad mood.”

He still wants to complain that his parents always hijack his nice evening with Harlan and Gracie. There’s always a stupid comment made, typically by his father. Ransom always gets in a terrible mood and snaps right back at him. You always lead Harlan and Gracie outside and away from the chaos. Always.

Harlan adored Gracie just as much as she did him. If it was warm he would walk straight to the back yard, and sit on a bench with her and listen to all her odd behaviors from the week prior. Gracie loved to try different things. She took cues from her classmates on their own allergies, or way of speech and would incorporate them in her own routine for a few days, until she realized she was over that.

“Uno. Dos. Tres,” you hear your sweet daughter count with Harlan in Spanish. Ransom goes up beside her when Linda and Richard strut into the sitting area. What was a shame is how much Gracie wanted to impress her grandparents. “Oh! Oh! Gigi and Dink,” Ransom can’t help but to snort at the name that Gracie bestowed upon Richard, turning to look at his daughter that was so proud of something.

“I learned how to count to ten in Spanish. Uno. Dos. Tres. Cuatro.”

“Seriously? Spanish,” Richard was already rolling his eyes as he goes to the bar cart. Ransom is already sitting up straighter, ready to attack his father. “They should teach you something more useful at that expensive school. It’s confusing enough for kids these days. And now they’re teaching you another language when you haven’t even perfected English. What next? French?”

“Bonjour means hello,” she smiles, looking up at Harlan who gives her a kiss on her forehead. You bite at your tongue when Richard lets out an annoyed growl. Ransom’s family. He dealt with them. “And hola means hello in Spanish. Aren’t you proud?”

“Proud you're wasting my money like your father did?”

“My money,” Linda interjects when Ransom starts to say something. “Can we not argue for a moment? I think your speaking of different languages is commendable. What else did you learn this week?”

“I’m gluten free, and I’m not H2O intolerant. But I am a bit lactose intolerant, so mommy got me banana milk, and,” she gets the biggest smile as she turns her head to look at Harlan, “Daddy puts chocolate syrup in it.”

“Milk chocolate syrup?” Richard sits across from Ransom, giving his actual granddaughter an annoyed look. “I thought you were lactose intolerant?”

“Only this week. But banana milk is really good, Dink,” Gracie didn’t even understand, and you wanted her to keep her innocence as much as possible. She was adorable, and so proud. “And…I think I can’t have eggs next week.”

“Linda, your granddaughter is neurotic.”

“What’s neurotic?”

“Gracie Lou, how about you, me, and grandpa go make some chocolate banana milk? I’m sure he’ll love it as much as you do,” walking over towards her, you hold out your hand. It would be so much more simple if Harlan could come to you. Let Ransom refuse to see his parents, especially if a four year old they saw for a couple of hours each week bothered them so much.

“But what’s neurotic?”

“Just something Dink likes to criticize about. It’s always something, huh, father? She’s four years old. She’s learning who she is.”

“And confused as to what allergies are. Next she’s going to want to shave her head, and you two are going to let her, aren’t you?”

“Us two are going to let our daughter be who she is. Because she is ours. How we raise her is our business. Her trying a life without eating eggs is not hurting anyone. Her saying she’s lactose intolerant is hurting no one. And the fucking chocolate syrup didn’t have milk in it,” Gracie gasps as you quickly usher her and Harlan away from the chaos, but she caught her dad’s words.

“See what you did? You make me and your mother be the bad guy every time.”

“Do not include me in this conversation. I liked hearing her count in Spanish.”

“The child can barely count in English, and that expensive damn school is trying to teach her something else.”

“For your information, Gracie can count to one hundred. She’s already reading, and she writes her full name. She’s four years old. And she’s one of the top in her class. Why are you always shitting on who she is? She’s amazing, and you don’t even realize it. She’s got negotiating skills better than mom. And remember, she’s my daughter. If you hate her and me, and my girlfriend so much, why do you come here?”

“I’ll tell you why you little prick,” Richard slams his glass down on the table causing Linda to flinch, rolling her eyes and ready to leave the two of them to the arguing. “You squandered away all your potential. Working at a fucking garage as a grease monkey with the worst influence of your life, Dean Winchester. You’re getting speeding tickets, and spending the night in jail a few times a year. You live in that piece of shit trailer, and you’re shacked up with some whore who takes pornographic pictures of other women.”

Ransom stands to leave, walking towards the kitchen, “You won’t talk about my girlfriend and daughter like that. You won’t see any of us ever again.”

“Then put a goddamn ring on her finger, and make an honest woman out of her. You don’t have to spend the rest of your life with the first woman that spreads her legs and doesn’t know the value of safe sex. The two of you never should have had a child. Your mother pays for her school. You can’t even afford it.”

“Yeah, well, mom insisted on paying. Insisted on the school. Not me. I’m a good fucking father, and Lucky is the best mother I have ever met. We love and enjoy our daughter. She’s spoiled with attention and affection, and that’s a hell of a lot more than I can say for you. I don’t know why I bother dealing with you. You never have anything to say about me and my family. So from now on, don’t expect to be a part of our lives,” his eyes flick to the door when Chris walks in. “There you have it. The son you always wanted. Lucky, let's go,” he screams into the kitchen at you.

“Don’t expect to see my child ever again. You lost that privilege by calling her mother a whore.”

“I don’t want to go. I miss grandpa,” she curls more into Harlan, and he gives her a quick kiss to the top of her head, holding her closer.

“Baby, grandpa is going to start coming to our house for dinner, okay? You can wear your pretty dresses, and show him your room, and the house, okay?”

“You promise?” Harlan nods at her before she gives him the biggest hug, and you scoop her up.

“Head out the side door, sweetheart. Don’t take her around that,” you know it’s the best option. Gracie never heard arguing like that. She was well adjusted because you and Ransom let her try and figure out what she liked, and who she was without telling her. Encouraged all her ideas and new interests, and never made her feel bad for deciding she didn’t like something. “Gracie, you think grandpa can see you tomorrow?”

“Yes. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Gracie Lou.”

“You can’t keep my granddaughter from me,” Richard walks up to Ransom, “And take that stupid hat off your head. You’re not a child.”

“I can keep my daughter away from you all I want. She’s mine and her mother’s.”

“If you would have applied yourself like your uncle Chris, you might have made a few million by now. And even he didn’t live up to his own potential. Both of you could have made more money doing other things.”

“And money made you happy?” Ransom smirks heading towards the door, “Your number will be blocked, so don’t expect a call back. Chris, I’ll talk to you later. Mom, learn to control your bitch.”

“You asshole!”

“Richard!” Ransom finishes closing the door when Harlan comes back in. “You’re the one acting like an ass. Your granddaughter was trying to impress you and make you proud, and you dismissed it so quickly. Your son is trying to tell you he is happy. That is the life he chose, and you can either accept it, or you can keep your opinions out of my house. I will not make you feel that any of them are not welcome here. That is my grandson, and his beautiful family. I can’t help it that you don’t like the life that he chose as an adult.”

“That woman poisoned him.”

“That woman doesn’t have a rap sheet. He does. He had that before he even met her. That woman is who calmed him down. That woman is the person that co-signed with the garage because she had credit, and he didn’t. That woman is the one who stood by his side when he was in jail for two months, and she was pregnant with his kid. That woman is the reason they have land, and a home. And if you make one comment about their home, so help me God, Richard, I will kick you out of my house. He is happy. And for you to criticize the woman that has made him a better man than even you is rich. She has stuck by his side no matter what. She is loyal to him, and she’s a damn good mother. Did you ever think Ransom would be a good father? I figured he’d leave the woman to deal with the child herself, while you were left paying child support. Be thankful he’s a good man.”

“He’s trash. He could have been so much more.”

“So could you. Christopher, have Fran bring my food to the study. You can join me if you would like, or you can head to Ransom and Lucky’s. I’m done with this conversation,” slowly he makes his way up the stairs, leaving Chris staring at his older sister’s nails clicking on the table.

“Well, this was a royal fuck up. Richard, our son’s lifestyle isn’t my favorite, but I want a relationship with quite possibly our only grandchild. If he’s anything like us, he’ll know to stop with just the one. She’s a precocious child, but I want to be in her life besides just paying her school with my money. Don’t forget, it’s my money. I’m going home. Call a car to come get you. I need my space.”

Richard stands to go back to the bar cart, filling his glass with more scotch before sitting down to stare at Chris, “Ransom isn’t all that bad.”

“My son is in a relationship with his baby mama who has fake tits, and takes pictures of naked women.”

“You sound jealous,” Chris rolls his eyes. Deciding he was going to spend time with his father even if he felt Ransom, the grandson, was his favorite. “And I’m not sure if you're jealous of Ransom for being with her or her for the career she has. It’s boudoir photos. They’re not always naked.”

“I’m not jealous. Women like her, you just don’t marry.”

“They’re not married are they? And what does it matter to you?” It mattered to Chris. Chris was supposed to be the one with you. He could admit he was jealous of Ransom. Because Ransom got to have you whenever he wanted. That was supposed to be his life. He was offering you comfort and stability. But you were blinded by the fast pace Ransom, just like everyone else was. But if everything continued down this path, Ransom wouldn’t have that for long.

“I bet you’re holding out hope they never get married. She’ll never want you. Why would you want Ransom’s sloppy seconds anyways? Or their little brat.”

“Hey! You can say what you want about Ransom, but you leave Gracie out of it.”

“Why? Is she secretly your kid? I did always doubt her mother being faithful to Ransom. She did get pregnant pretty quickly. Ransom only stayed because he thought he knocked her up. She knew how to pick them. Too bad she didn’t realize you were the actual Thrombey, huh? She got those fake tits out of him though. I guess it seems fair considering he’s the one that gets to play with them.”

“You’re sick, Richard,” no one liked Richard. He was a misogynistic asshole. Even when Chris left his side, he could still hear Richard mumbling about his son and you. Chris just wanted the day to come when you realized that Ransom was bad news. He would be a better father to Gracie. No matter what Richard thought of you, Chris knew it was all lies. Chris knew you. Knew you better than Ransom, and knew you better than you knew yourself. He just needed you to understand that.

Karma would eventually take care of Ransom. He swooped in with his charm and fast car, and Chris didn’t even realize Ransom took you away from him until it was too late. Had walked in on you messily sucking Ransom’s dick after a race. He didn’t even know his nephew was the other man you had been dating. He knew that there was another one, but the few dates you and Chris went on they were fun. You laughed, and he was a gentleman. Ransom treated you like a whore.

It just made him sick to his stomach to think about how he made you drop to your knees and suck him off whenever he wanted. Or how he would drag you to his car, while everyone else was paying attention to the race while he fucked you like a dirty secret. Until you got pregnant, Chris wasn’t even sure if Ransom had ever taken you to his apartment or even if this was supposed to be anything more than sex.

Ransom knew exactly what he was getting with you, but Chris knew you had no idea who the real Ransom was. But soon you would know. Everyone would know. And Chris would be there as the constant and steady man that you needed. And now, even Gracie needed.

“Ran,” whispering his name as he rolls his fingers around your nipples. He did this when he got to thinking. Getting in his head about what his father and him were arguing about.

“You know I don’t think about you like that, right?” He lifts his head off your chest, and you nod, giving him a sweet kiss. “I respect you above all else. I mean, yeah, we have a ton of fun with the racing and sex, but I don’t regret giving it all up. I don’t regret living here with you.”

“People can say what they want to, but our trailer isn't that small. And this is our home. Gracie has had all her firsts here. She’s got little lines in the living room showing us how tall our baby is getting. I don’t care about what your parents think you or we should have done. I love our life. I don’t care that you’ve got a mile long rap sheet. I don’t care that you act like a teenage boy most of the time because when it counts, you’re the greatest man I know. You’re good to me and to our baby. You’re good to Dean. Ransom, they don’t see us as a family. They see you. And me and our flaws apart. But not how we overcome them together.”

“You’re right,” he sighs, flipping over to his back before pulling you on top of him. “Gracie is amazing.”

“She is. I hate that they don’t see you or us the way you deserve. But Harlan does. He sees all of us. And that’s good enough for me. Plus, Gracie Lou is a perfect judge of character, and she can’t stand Richard. Tolerates your mom, but wants to see Harlan everyday. Now, my pretty man, get you some sleep.”

“Do you regret the implants?”

“Do you?” With a devilish grin he shakes his head no. “You remember how I hated looking at myself in the mirror after Gracie? Or even how I didn’t want you to see me? Baby, I don’t care that people know I have implants or they judge me because of them. That’s their problem. They’re not the ones that have to look at them. We are.”

“Damn straight. And I like playing with them.”

“You better quit for tonight,” yawning, despite his playful protest. “I’m tired. I can’t have sex again.”

“Oh, you can if I want you to,” you smack at his chest, giggling. “Alright, Luck, get you some sleep. I’m sorry today went the way it did.”

“Me, too, Ran. I hate that going there makes you feel worse. You love seeing Harlan. But, he’s going to start coming here. Even if you have to go get him. Sweet dreams, husband.”

“You know I’m not lying when I say one of these days I’m going to propose, right? Right? Luck, you and Gracie are all I need in this world.”

“Mhmm. One of these days we’ll all share the same last name. But for tonight, go to sleep,” stretching out his arms, Ransom relaxes a bit more. Before his breathing starts to slow and you listen to your favorite lullaby as you fall asleep. The beat of his heart, and his breathing. It was heaven in its own little way. And you wanted this to be yours forever.

“Dean-o!” You shout, walking into the garage, waving your hands as you look in the back for Ransom’s car. “Good, he’s gone to get the baby?”

“Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you, Lucky Charm?” You fidget your fingers around, trying to avoid looking into Dean’s eyes. His loyalty was definitely to Ransom. Friends since grade school. Inseparable. “Is this about you two not being married? Luck, that man is completely in love with you, marriage or not. You’ve got him.”

“No. I’m not worried about that. When the time is right, I know that Ran and I…we’re forever, and I don’t need marriage to prove that. It’s just…you would tell me if he was getting into something more illegal than the racing, yeah?”

He grabs up a rag, wiping his greasy hands on the dirty cloth before he leans back on the car. Suddenly you don’t feel so good about asking Dean. You have always been able to talk to Ransom, so why was something Chris brought up hard for you to ask about? “What’s this about?”

“I had someone make a comment about Ran doing something more for money.”

“Like what? Running drugs? He doesn’t touch that shit, and you know that. A little bit of weed never hurt anyone, but…no, Ransom would never do that. That puts you and Gracie in too much danger. This right here,” holding his hands out, Dean spins around slowly in the garage. A garage that he and Ransom had built up slowly, and in time they became the most respected garage in Boston. “This is where Ransom and I make our honest money. He doesn’t want to lose this. It’s our dream.”

“Well…what about stolen parts? Or guns? Or anything besides the racing? Are you and Ransom into anything more illegal than that? A couple of months in jail doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is if he’s sent off for hard time. Be honest with me.”

“No. I don’t know what idiot put that shit in your head, but no. Ransom does exactly what you see him do. He works here for legit cash. He races for extra cash, and before that racing was put right back into here, and it bought your little dream home. If Ransom was doing something he should be doing, believe me, I would tell you, but he’s not.”

“He’s not doing what?” Ransom flicks his head over towards Dean, but then hungrily stalks towards you. “I can tell you one thing I’m not doing.”

“Where’s our daughter?”

“Mom has her at Harlan’s, and dad is on a business trip, so don’t look at me like that. Mom is trying for what it’s worth, and Harlan won’t let anything happen to that angel. So, why don’t you and I go over the books in the office?” You hated when he asked you to go over the books. There was so much overhead to consider in this business, and thankfully you were savvy enough with finances because him and Dean were clueless.

You told him that he needed to hire someone who actually knew what they were doing. Walking into the office, Ransom turns the blinds, and locks the door before he places your body on the desk. Pulling at your jeans’ button, and you just smile at him tugging away your pants. “What are you doing?”

“When was the last time I fucked you in here?”

“The time I got pregnant. You had just opened the garage. You swore to me that I couldn’t get pregnant because you were drunk, and so were your tadpoles.”

“I didn’t say that,” moving down to take off your panties, he stuffs them into his pocket. Holding up his hands to show that they were in fact clean before he diddles around your bundle of nerves. That cocky little Ransom Drysdale grin on his face. “I mean, I was drunk. I didn’t say tadpoles.”

“Yes. Yes, you…you did,” his free hand was already undoing his pants, letting his cock spring free from their confines. This man always made you a mess. “You said…said that you’ve called them tadpoles since you watched ‘Look Who’s Talking’. And…and…” your breathing picks up as you get closer to release, eyeing his pretty little dick while he was playing with your cunt. You didn’t care how many fingers he added into you, it was never as good as his cock.

“Ransom just put it in.”

“This is so romantic.”

“About as romantic as you fucking me here with the blinds open. Stuffing my cunt full of your seed, and we made a baby that night. The first time and last time you came in me until…until I missed…missed a period.”

“Yeah, well, made your little blissed out brain from the best head you have ever had you would have known better than to trust me drunk.”

“Just fuck me!”

“Alright!” He laughs, pushing through your tight channel. Giving you no time to adjust before he was gripping at your legs and rutting into your warmth. The two of you had grown a bit. The door was locked, the blinds were closed, he was sober, and you had birth control. What you thought was a mistake was the best thing that could have ever happened to you and Ransom.

What you thought was casually dating and fucking became the best relationship either of you had ever had. Honest, loving, caring, and so much fun. There was never a dull moment with Ransom, and the way that he stepped up to become a dad was the favorite role he had ever taken.

Some things didn’t change however. He kept his hat on backwards. Kept his pants down at his ankles for a quickie in public. He fucked into you like the two of you were running a marathon. Fast and needy. Your eyes locked into one another so you can watch the pleasure overtake your features. And the sounds he made, my god, Ransom made the prettiest sounds. He was so vocal, and it made you feel like the most perfect thing on earth.

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, but with a calming breath from him, he holds off on his release. Waiting until you came before he even thought about reaching his own high. He was a generous partner. Placing his knuckles on the desk, he brings his face closer to you, peppering the sweetest splay of kisses over your face, despite the urgency of his thrusts. He confused your senses, and you craved more.

Desperately mewling out his name as you grab hold of his back. Circling your legs around him, and bringing him closer to you. His body starts to lay you down flat on the desk, while his hips drive him deeper into your core. “Lucky, let go, sweetheart. I know you want to,” his voice sounded wrecked. He was right on the edge of not being able to hold on anymore. “Lucky!”

“I’m…I’m right…Ran, I’m coming!”

One final thrust has him painting your quivering walls, and he lets his head rest on your chest. Blowing out shallow breaths on you while your walls milk him dry. The tiniest little jabs into you, until his body just halts movement. “You about didn’t get to orgasm.”

“I’m sorry. You’re just so pretty when you're grunting with every stab into me. Ran…this really isn’t the time, but — if you were doing something that would get you sent to prison, you would tell, right? We’re a team here.”

“What makes you think I’m doing anything illegal?”

“Well…Chris made a comment.”

“Mother fucker,” he rolls his eyes as he pulls out of you, “Stay right there. I need to see you weep of me while we have this conversation. Look, Chris is going to say whatever he can to make you doubt me. He’s a good enough guy, he helps me and Dean out with races, but that stupid bastard is still hung up on you.”

“Don’t call him a bastard,” one trickle of Ransom’s spunk makes a smile turn up on his mouth, and he reaches into the floor for your panties. Sliding them up your legs. You were going to be left a mess as you head home.

“I apologize that your little pet project hates being called a bastard. What I mean is that must have been some amazing head you gave him,” you give him a playful smack on his arm, and he shrugs, laughing. “I’m just saying, that man isn’t going to quit unless you think I’m the terrible person he wants you to believe I am, you know that. He wants you to see that he’s this amazing pillar of the community when he’s the one doing illegal shit. He’s a cop and helping a bunch of street racers clear the roads. Come on now. I deal with him because he’s family, and he helps out, but you see what he’s doing. He wants you to leave me and go with him.”

“And you don’t have a problem with that?”

“Do you want to be with him?” Your nose furls up as you shake your head, and Ransom helps you back into your pants. “I’m not concerned. I know who you love. I know whose bed you’re getting into every night. I know whose cock you're riding every night. Whose name you’re squealing every night. Luck, if you don’t want him involved in our business, fine. He’s done. But if you want to believe the seeds he’s planting in your brain, I’m not going to defend myself. You know what I do. And you know I would never make it to where I couldn’t see our daughter everyday. You tell me what you want to do with Chris, and it’s done. And quit denying that nothing happened between the two of you. He’s chasing you around like a lovesick puppy even though he’s seen my cum dripping down your leg.”

“Oh, shut up,” jumping off the desk, your arms wrap around Ransom as you smile up at him. “I really don’t want to talk about what did or did not happen with your uncle because it’s weird. I didn’t know you knew each other much less were related, but I never had sex with him.”

“Good. This pussy is mine. But if you want Mr. Deputy Do Good, you let me know. I’ll let you walk away without a fight. Live downtown in that apartment that he can barely afford, but I keep the kid.”

“Oh, no. She stays with me.”

“Then I suggest you stay with me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good,” tilting your chin up, he gives you the sweetest kiss, and pulls your left arm from around his body, holding it still while he slides a ring on your finger. “I would hate to take this back.”

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale!” You scream looking at your finger. He didn’t need to get on his knees and propose. He already had, but this was the actual ring on your finger. You hold out your hand admiring the small diamond and the way it sparkles. “It’s perfect.”

“Now give me about four more years, and we’ll get married.”

“We’re doing our bigs in fours, huh? First a baby. Four years to get a ring. Four more years to get a last name change.”

“I’m glad you get it, Luck. Hey, I love you.”

“And I love you.”

“And maybe later you can show me what that mouth do, so I can see why Chris is so obsessed with you,” you roll your eyes as you open the door to the office, getting a quick look up from the hood of a car and smirk from Dean. “I’m serious!”

“What’s sad is I know you are. Dean, you keep this one out of trouble. I’m going to pick up Gracie, and go to the grocery store. You and Valerie are welcome to come over.”

“No, we’re not fighting right now, so maybe I can get some desk action, too. Ransom likes to brag a lot. You better go get cleaned up before going to the store.”

“Behave boys! Ran, I’ll see you when you get home fiancé,” prancing on out of the garage you feel lighter already. Ransom had no reason to lie to you, and Chris obviously had every reason. You hated this type of thinking. You were with Ransom, and nothing was going to change that. As far as you were concerned, Ransom was perfect. A bit rough around the edges, but that bad boy appeal really got to you. A bad boy with a heart of gold, and a soft spot for his daughter. How could it get any better than this?

Next

Masterlist

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#step into my ride #street racer #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x fem!reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale fanfic #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale fics #ransom drysdale fic #destroyer!chris #harlan thrombey

[jammysheadspace]

Making An Entirely New Pokémon Region! PART 2 — Samphirea's Starters.

Hello and good day, evening, afternoon, wherever you are! This is part two of MAENR, and we have headed to the starters now! If you don't know what's going on, I suggest you check my other post, which is Part 1.

Lets dive right in! ART INCOMING!!!!!

NOTE: The reason why there arent any colors or shading is because theese drawings are concepts. I will finish them another day.

Following a Grass/Fire/Water trio, the starters will be based on some of the most popular animals in India!

And for this I've picked:

- Bengal Tiger (For a Water Type)

- Indian Cobra (For a Fire Type)

- Indian Peafowl (For a Grass Type)

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Originating from the forests, comes Sapphlume, the Luminescent Fledgling Pokémon possesing the Grass type.

This pokémons crystals on it's forehead and the one attached to the string-like "ahoge" are said to glow in the dark.

Sapphlume, as for the personality, is very wary at first when meeting its trainer or someone new, however easily tamed and become friendly once getting to know them better.

At level 15, Sapphlume evolves into Aegisfowl, the Opulent Plume Pokémon.

At this stage, the Pokémon becomes more aggressive and defensive when it comes to their dearest friends, almost always keeping an eye on them. This HIGHLY increases their DEFENSE stat.

When close to evolution, Aegisfowl tends to become more tame, and less aggressive.

And then finally, at level 36, comes in Spectryterra, the Royal Luminary Pokémon.

This Pokémon is given a Ground type as a secondary type, refrencing the fact that wild Spectryterras are commonly found in forest-like parts of Landouraville.

As for behaviour? Spectryterras are completely tame and gentle, almost calm in any situation, while they remain on the watch for their folks.

Their majestic looks give them the ability "Cute Charm".

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Residing from cold riverbanks, comes in Mistdrop, the Striped Mist Pokémon possesing the Water type.

It is said that it's antennas point to a looked object or person, when Mistdrop picks up a scent.

As for behaviour, Mistdrops are really enthusiastic, yet curious, if they're going to a new place, expect this Pokémon to be sniffing around EVERYTHING.

At level 15, Mistdrop evolves into Vapormistrix, the Pure H2O Pokémon, keeping the Water type.

At this stage, the pokémon's fangs become bigger and stronger.

Theese Pokémon are often said to be really independent, and rarely listen to orders.

And finally, at level 36, Vapormistrix evolves into Mystiqflow, the Flowy Rainmaker Pokémon.

It is said that the antennas can also be used to predict it's opponents next move, but also one's emotions, giving this Pokémon a secondary Psychic type.

This mon gains back dependence on its trainer, and also loves hugs, which might soak the trainer wet because of it's trails on the paws and naturally cold bodies like Ice, making them learn a few Ice-Type moves.

As for more info, this Pokémons fangs are even bigger, however it keeps them hidden a lot.

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Originating from hot deserts, comes out Flagramask, the Masked Cobra Pokémon.

This Pokémon tends to share alot in common with Cubones, and trainers often find their Flagramasks with them, as they make great friends.

At first, Flagramask is really restrained, and acts like nothing really matters to them, yet deeply cares about it's folks.

At level 15, Flagramask evolves into Meltmaskra, the Melted Skull Pokémon.

They are now more venomous, causing them to learn a few Poison-Type moves, as crystals also start growing out of its body. Some say, the longer the spikes, the closer to evolution it is.

As for acts, this Pokémon becomes territorial, however their synergy is still boosted when a Cubone is nearby, almost treating it like a younger sibling, or its young.

Yet finally, at level 36, Meltmaskra evolves into Maskaldra, the Spiked Dragon Pokémon.

The spikes on it's back have grew out, and tend to be worse than a rose's thorns. A bright, saturated flame on the mask's horns. This Pokémon gains "Dragon" as it's secondary type.

This Pokémon is very aggressive and territorial, yet a good parent, and very affectionate to their trainers.

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This post was late, so I sadly posted this at 4AM as I only has Sapphlume done. I hope you like theese starters, but my question is....

#artwork #pokemon #indian pokemon region #pokemon region #MAENR #MAENPR #india #indian #indian peafowl #indian cobra #bengal tiger #tiger #cobra #pokemon starters #grass #water #fire

[cleo-serotonin]

here’s some rare bts, as a treat <3

#i love this cast #the whole cast & crew pic is cool #tap on the char one for the full pic!! #rare pics #h2o just add water #charlotte watsford #rikki chadwick #emma gilbert #cleo sertori #bts

[stonegearstudios]

Horrible rpg weapon idea: A unicorn horn spear. Unicorn horns are known for purifying water (side thought, I wonder if this is actually an ancient legend, or more of a modern addition like a lot of werewolf stuff?) But how they purify it is if a horn contacts a fluid that has any amount of H2O in it, it obliterates anything that's not water in the solution.

So if you get stabbed by this spear and it makes contact with your blood (or any other fluid in you really) oops that's not blood anymore, it's water. A scratch could transmute all the blood in several square inches of skin, a piecing wound anywhere from a quarter to a half of your body. Even beyond the massive blood loss, the fact that it's not gone, but now something's in your veins that's not supposed to be? Horrible.

Thankfully unicorn horns are beyond rare. If you see one of the nigh mythical Unicorn Knights on the battlefield, you run

#rpg #ttrpg #ttrpg design #ttrpg community #weapon #magic item #magic artifact #magic weapon #unicorn #spear

[lewislovescleo]

i hate that we barely got any h2o merch and the little we DO have is so rare that you either simply can't find it or it's 150+ dollars. I would have LOVED more dolls (especially a lewis doll), a juicenet or moon pool playset, Cleo's house as a doll house, more clothing items, officially branded tails (PLEASE), h2o bedding sets, etc.

#h2o #h2o jaw #h2o just add water

[zerothefool0]

Reblog game!

Assign the person you reblogged this a team from the Branch route of Meteos's Star Trip mode!

H2O Planetaries

Molten Hellions

Chlorophylls

Stray Planet

Mechatropoloids

Earth Lovers

Bubblies

Dimensionals

Electric Nymphs

Hot & Chillies

Clean Air Club

Twin Moons

Illusionists

Rare Cultures

Hevendor Realm

Meteo/True Meteo

#reblog game #meteos #long post

[dbphantom]

for the wip ask game - ☔ & ❄️ ?

Thank you so much!!! :D

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

COWBOYS ONE MILLION! This is a post-Wano 'filler arc' for OP H2O AU that takes place on an island shaped like a Sheriff's Badge, run by a lady named Sophie. The gang has encountered Sophie's group of workers before (Linda + Ryan) during a different 'filler arc' (where Luffy gets his wind powers), so this is kind of the resolution of that stray plot thread from pre-TS. Luffy stampedes around an underwater research facility causing chaos (and making friends), but this bit focuses on the backstory of the island :)

The statue is bronze, weathered and dull in the midday sun. It's undeniably a sea king, one with a bird-like beak and serpentine body, but there are wreaths of pink flowers adorning its head.  "Cactus flowers. They're pretty," Nami says as she leans against the stone base, fanning herself with a hand. "All this for a sea king." Sanji rests the bags he's carrying on one leg as he lights a cigarette and takes a drag. "You don't see that too often." Jimbe peers around the boxes of groceries. "It's rare to see an island that worships them these days." Robin looks around. None of the townspeople walking by are giving them a second glance as they rest on top of it.  She isn't surprised- everyone here has been acting strange since they've arrived. It feels like most of them are in a daze, following a set routine without any thought as to why.  No one looks at this statue with reverence. The flowers are old and dried out. Robin thinks if she touched one, it would dissolve beneath her fingertips.  She crouches down to read the plaque and has to brush away a thick coating of sand. 'Altar of the Tide Mother,' reads the engraving. 'All we have become, we owe to her protection.' And yet… Robin stands and readjusts her old cowboy hat as she peers back up at the sea king. Its eyes are blank and nearly weathered away beneath the dead flowers. With the way the petals fall, it looks sad.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I would LOVE to write an AU where the Strawhats are all magical boys and girls and Chopper is their power-granting mascot. I never really thought about the logistics of it, it's just something I would be SO down to create. AU crafting outside of the special interest doesn't come very easily to me though so it'd definitely take some effort!!!

BUT IT WOULD BE SO COOL. Maybe one day I'll be able to sit down and make it reality! For now tho, all I got are these doodles.

The vision is maximum!!!

Thank you again!!! This was great :D

#thank you!! #have you seen the newest DB/ZA commentary? the bit where they point out the continuity error in the background blew my mind #i literally never noticed until they pointed it out and now i will never unsee it LOL #but yeah thank you so much! you're the greatest :D #ask #ask game #OP H2O AU #One Piece H2O AU

[imsorryimlate]

Ebb tide in appetite to-day. Cannot eat, cannot rest, so diary instead.

(may 25th, emphasis mine)

I am weary to-night and low in spirits. I cannot but think of Lucy, and how different things might have been. If I don't sleep at once, chloral, the modern Morpheus—C2HCl3O H2O! I must be careful not to let it grow into a habit. No, I shall take none to-night! I have thought of Lucy, and I shall not dishonour her by mixing the two. If need be, to-night shall be sleepless....

(august 19th, emphasis mine)

Glad I made the resolution; gladder that I kept to it. I had lain tossing about, and had heard the clock strike only twice, when the night-watchman came to me, sent up from the ward, to say that Renfield had escaped.

(august 19th, emphasis mine)

He [the attendant] is a bulky man, and couldn't get through the window. I am thin, so, with his aid, I got out, but feet foremost, and, as we were only a few feet above ground, landed unhurt.

(august 19th, emphasis mine)

while jack's sleeping troubles have been noted, i have rarely seen anyone bring up that his depression expresses itself by him not eating, in addition to not sleeping. which is why i also included the line about him being thin. now, he could totally just be a thin person in general... or maybe he's thin because he has a habit of not eating when he's depressed.

i was really just gonna throw this out there, but then i remembered a small detail from the september 3rd entry where jack briefly mentions that van helsing drinks tea when they're together, not that they both drink tea, and i wondered if perhaps there were more instances of jack specifically not eating.

and... no. there isn't really. but i found another pattern which is very interesting.

before september 8th, i cannot find a single reference to jack eating. but after that, it starts popping up quite a lot:

A telegram came from Van Helsing at Amsterdam whilst I was at dinner,

(september 8th)

Lucy came with me, and, enlivened by her charming presence, I made an excellent meal, and had a couple of glasses of the more than excellent port.

(september 9th)

"You are not much the worse. Go into the room, and lie on your sofa, and rest awhile; then have much breakfast, and come here to me." I followed out his orders, for I knew how right and wise they were.

(september 10th)

I got back here in time for a late dinner

(september 10th)

i'm not going to quote every single instance of jack eating, but it's marvellous that before september 8th there is not really a single mention of him eating, and then he is suddenly eating all the time (and continues to do so, with or without company).

now, what is eating? in very basic terms, it's one of the main mechanisms of life. you must eat to stay alive.

and who does eat, quite a lot, specifically recorded in jack's diary? that's right, renfield. he eats specifically to gain life. eating can therefore be seen as the lust for life. and by not eating when he's depressed, jack demonstrates a lack of lust for life.

which brings me to the july 20th entry:

If I only could have as strong a cause as my poor mad friend there—a good, unselfish cause to make me work—that would be indeed happiness.

renfield is eating, to gain life, because he has a purpose and a lust for more life.

jack, in contrast, is not eating, feels like he doesn't have a purpose, and doesn't seem to have much lust for life.

then, he gains a purpose; helping lucy. and around the same time, he starts eating.

many have commented before on how jack is saved by the events of the novel, especially @thebibi, and this further supports that idea.

#jack seward #dracula #meta #my meta

[potteresque-ire]

My favourite, out of my favourites. ❤️ 

The eyes, oh, the eyes. The profile is perfect, the lighting is perfect, the necklace is perfect, the water drops are perfect (honestly, I’d cling on that skin too if I were a H2O). 

c-turtles often call Gg 女媧炫技之作. 

女媧 Nvwa is the Mother Goddess of ancient Chinese mythology, the creator of humankind but unlike Bible!God who stopped at the prototype (Adam), she handcrafted the first humans one by one. 炫技 is to flaunt one’s skills, and 作 is the finished work; product. 女媧炫技之作 is, therefore, the product of Nvwa flaunting her skills. 

Some may have noticed that my blog is strangely devoid of human faces, despite my being a GgDd fan. Confession: I can be a bit weird about looking at images of humans, in that I require mental preparation to look at them. I don’t know why that is: their visual complexity, perhaps. As such, while I love beautiful faces as much as everyone else, too many of them, and I still get overwhelmed. They take energy away from me.

I can look at this photo all day though — this is an exceptionally rare thing; I’ve encountered < 100 photos like this in my life. Art is calming to me and so, I wonder, if my brain has decided that this photo has crossed the line between reality and art.

What can I say? Our Mother Goddess Nvwa is, apparently, 1) a show-off, 2) grossly unfair, and 3) debtor of the major sleep I lost last night. 😊

#pie rainbowfarts