Running in the rain, lots of rain, at times heavy rain. It was fun, I got soaked to the skin but it was great. The rain was forecast to stop this afternoon but as I type it has just got heavier and there are fewer breaks between showers so I am glad I did my long run this morning. Hubby went out for his walk earlier when it was just getting light and he also got drenched. When I got home he had a loaf of bread cooking and was cutting up apples for apple cinnamon muffins. The house smelt amazing.
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G1 Optimus would be that person who would constantly be scolded at because he keeps adopting any kind of animal on the street.
But in this case it’s not animals.
It’s humans.
.*・゚🌙✨.*・゚🌙✨.*・゚🌙✨.*・゚🌙✨.*・゚
Jazz: Hey Optimus! How did patrol go-…
Optimus, holding servoful of humans: It went pretty well! No decepticon activity, the birds were chirping and the sun was shining-
Ratchet: OPTIMUS PRIME WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT ADOPTING RANDOM HUMANS OFF THE STREET!?
Optimus: Ratchet I have a very good reason-
Ratchet: WE’VE BEEN GETTING CALL AFTER CALL ABOUT MISSING HUMANS AND ITS DRIVING US CRAZY!
Jazz: Prime-
Optimus: BUT RATCHET THEY HAVE SHITTY PARENTS THEY NEED SOMEONE TO LOVE THEM-
Rachet: THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN JUST KIDNAP THEM PRIME.
Optimus, now running full speed toward the exit with his now adopted children: YOU CAN’T STOP ME RATCHET-
Ratchet running full force at him holding a wrench: PRIME GET BACK HERE-
Jazz, who is now watching Optimus holding his adopted children, trying to reason with a medic ready to throw the wrench of doom: … I love this place 🥹
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When the tears start to fall, Bakugou is worried at first. His hips slow, the soft sounds emitting from between your thighs dying out, as he rests on his forearms in an attempt to uncover your eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Talk to me, baby,” he pleads with you, doesn’t relent until your blotchy face and tearful eyes are exposed to his worried gaze. What he doesn’t expect, is the wobbly smile that greets him, nor the embarrassed little hiccuped laugh you splutter.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble to him, leaning into his warm palm when he swipes at your face to clear the tear marks. Bakugou doesn’t say anything as you gather yourself, still frowning all the while before you hold his cheeks gently in your hands. He looks at you then, his eyes worried, his brows creased, despite your small grin.
“I just love you so much, you know?” You whisper to him, bringing him close until his nose bumps softly against your own. Bakugou sighs then, his entire body collapsing on top of yours until his chest rubs against your naked one, until you can count every erratic beat of his heart slow.
“So you cry? Had me fuckin’ worried over here, for nothin’,” he grunts, fusses at you, despite the way he noses at the column of your throat and breathes in your scent. You chuckle, running a finger up and down his spine, the other holding his face close into your skin.
“Sorry, just get a little overwhelmed at times. With my love for you.” You mumble quietly into his ear, eyes fluttering when you feel his heart finally calm against your own, his rib cage a gentle thud, the softest rattle, on your sternum. Bakugou sighs once more, his dewy breath tickling your neck, as his lips purse slightly against the salty skin.
“Nerd,” he mutters, wrapping his entirety around and through you, as you lay there and let him. Tears spring to your eyes once more, as you glance over to the breakfast in bed he brought for you, to the handmade card with his shitty handwriting, to the crooked little crotchet stuffed bee he learned how to make for you.
When the tears start again, this time, Bakugou doesn’t panic. Only buries his face further into your skin, his hips shifting a little as he mouthes gently at your neck.
“Love you too.” His words are tender into the cool air of Valentine’s Day morning, but they’re heavy and they’re sweet and they’re so full—you burst at the seam yet again. You both lay there for what feels like forever, quiet, nothing but the dull sound of your nails scratching at his nape and humming into the thickness of his shoulder.
“I love you.”
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Hello, Neighbor!
[Transcript Below]
Pallomine
"The tiniest neighbor in Welcome Home, Pallomine Playful has plenty to learn! They never grew out of their baby-face, nor the curious and excitable attitude that came with it. While they may not always be able to sing along with their neighbors, their trusty crayons are there to spell out the rest."
According to uncovered scripts, Pallomine seems to be an infrequent visitor to Home. Something akin to a special guest character, not much is known so far.
In the show, it seems Pallomine was introduced to cover more sensitive topics such as getting hurt or a fear of thunderstorms. It is also of note that they are often depicted having a sweet tooth.
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