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shirajellyfish · 1 year

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It’s a pillow!

It’s a pet!

It’s a pillow pet!

#fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #pillow pet #my brain has officially fried #oNly 90s KiDs WiLl ReMeMbEr #Expanding the list of the dumbest things I've drawn in my life #Horrible things I draw late at night

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dankxsinatra · 4 months

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#only 90s kids remember

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semiotomatics · 8 months

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#only 90s kids remember #very curious if literally anyone else will get this #this has been an original post #mole interest #moleposting

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todays-xkcd · 1 year

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Later renouncing clickbait, Einstein called his inclusion of cosmological content in general relativity the biggest blunder of his career.

Cosmological Nostalgia Content [Explained]

#xkcd #xkcd 2764 #webcomics #cosmological nostalgia content #only 90s kid remember #feel old yet?#nostalgia #cosmological constant #nostalgia content

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vykodlak · 1 year

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#only 90s kids remember this guy #it's the 7th of march and this is the only drawing I could muster so far can someone come kick my ass #text #sketch

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denaliwrites · 4 months

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The Future Ex Mrs. Malcolm

Ian Malcolm x Fem!Reader

Catch and Release Prompt: "Service"

Summary: (18+) You weren't quite sure how the chaotician became famous, but you were starting to see how he got his reputation.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Excessive use of filler words. Oral (f receiving). Age gap (only mentioned).

You were pretty sure, from the moment you first saw him, that Ian Malcolm was famous. Did you know who he was or why he was famous? Of course not. He just had an air of superiority about him that only came from spending an extended period of time in the spotlight.

Well, a spotlight, at least.

You later found out that his claim to fame had something to do with math and chaos -- he'd been all too eager to explain it to you, but to be honest, anything to do with numbers slid right off your brain, and his pretty smile didn't really do your retention capabilities any favors.

You first met him when he brought his perfectly ordinary, if a bit "Hot Rod"-esque, car into your dad's shop to be serviced. While he waited for your dad to finish fixing up the car, the two of you talked.

Well, more accurately, you flirted shamelessly with no parent hovering menacingly over your shoulders.

You rather enjoyed the flirtatious attention of the older man, and you suspected he probably liked the equally flirtatious attention of a younger woman.

The next time you saw him, he had a different car. It was new, but only in the sense of whose hand it'd most recently fallen into. It was certainly older in every other way, maybe as old as Ian himself, though none of the previous owners had taken good care of it. The shell was rusted, parts were damaged or missing, and the seats almost certainly had blood in them.

Fixing it was going to be a multi-visit affair.

And that was how you found yourself being serviced by Ian behind your dad's car service shop.

It'd started like any of his other visits. This was his sixth, overall, and the two of you were emboldened by the idea that your father hadn't caught on yet --

Well, you were emboldened. You were pretty sure Ian didn't need a reason to be, he was just like that naturally.

He'd come to your counter, as he always did, to buy a Surge he never actually drank. He'd flirted, as he always did, and you flirted right back, as you always did.

You mentioned taking a break, and he mentioned needing some air.

His Surge was left forgotten on the counter as he made his way out the back door. You followed behind five minutes later and found him waiting for you in a shaded corner where no one would see the two of you.

His eyes feasted eagerly over your legs, bare but for your upper thighs, though they were shielded only by the loose skirt of your sundress.

"Those, uh, go on for days, don't they?" he asked as he stepped nearer. Before you could respond, he swept you into his arms, and you couldn't help but notice that you seemed to naturally fit together, like puzzle pieces.

"I, uh, always wondered... what your, uh. Legs. Looked like," he continued as you were pressed to the wall and his mouth landed hot and heavy on your bare shoulder. "Could never really, you know, see them. While you were, uh, behind the counter."

You whimpered as his lips trailed down your arm a few inches, his heated breath leaving goosebumps as it dissipated over your skin and left only a cool reminder that he'd been there. "I-Ian," you gasped, a hand reaching up to weave into his curls. You tugged down, and he easily let you pull him away from you.

The smirk he shot you had you all but melting, and the growl that accompanied it had you all but quaking.

"Hey, uh, you're the one in control here," he said, though the smirk he wore made you think maybe he was the one that was really in control, he just happened to not mind much what he ended up doing with you, so he could afford to let you have the illusion of control.

Not that you minded, much. Either way, you were getting yours.

"Do whatever you want," you told him.

His smirk grew just a touch wicked at that. "That's a, uh, dangerous invitation," he said carefully, though you could hear the arousal choking his voice even so, "be careful you don't let any, um... vampires... in."

"Are you a vampire?" you asked.

"Maybe," he answered simply, before his lips were back on you, trailing ever downward until he was on his knees before you. "Oh, this is much better."

His breath teased your inner thigh, eliciting another whimper from you. Hearing the effect he had on you only made him do it more, and soon all you could do was whine desperately.

"Pretty, uh, sensitive?" he asked. All you could do was nod in response and gasp as you felt, more than heard, the dark chuckle that emanated from his throat.

He moved on, his hands splaying over your thighs and fingers digging in as his mouth moved over the tender flesh, all but worshipping you as he delicately lifted your left leg up and over his shoulder to lay gracefully across his back.

He had nearly perfect access to you, now, though your panties obscured his view. He didn't seem bothered, though, as his face disappeared under your skirt.

A moment later, you felt a finger gently brushing the cloth aside. You whined as it inevitably made contact with your slit, hips rolling eagerly for more.

"Ah, ah," he tutted, breath dancing over your slit drawing forth a moan. His growling chuckle only made you moan again. "Good girl," he said in amusement, his hands returning to your thighs to rub them comfortingly.

He gave the thick meat of your thighs a squeeze, and then you felt his hot mouth on you -- you choked back a yelp as his tongue teased at your clit, circling it a few times and flicking against it once.

To keep yourself quiet, you bit down on a curled finger, and to keep yourself grounded, you buried your other hand in Ian's curls.

This only seemed to egg him on. His tongue swiped swiftly down your slit and plunged into your cunt. Your teeth sank into your finger and the squeal that would've otherwise sounded instead died in your throat.

A breezy chuckle rolled over your clit as Ian drew back to lave attention on it. Your hips rolled in response, which only made him chuckle more.

You could feel your insides starting to coil, could feel the desperation building. Ian seemed to sense it too, as his ministrations became quicker and more precise. Every breath, every flick of his tongue and touch of his lips, had shifted from teasing to drawing out your orgasm.

You wanted to scream as one last lap of his tongue from hole to clit finally brought you over the edge, but you bit it down, even as his tongue continued to circle your little nub to ease you through the high.

To compensate for your inability to scream your pleasure, you tightened your leg draped over Ian's back, drawing him in deeper to your core. He didn't seem to mind, even as he found his mouth fuller than he anticipated, if the grin you could feel was anything to go by.

Gradually, and with Ian's expert guidance,, you came down. You panted and sagged against the wall once the post-orgasm fog drifted in, and Ian carefully eased your leg down so that he could stand and offer you support.

You could see your slick shimmering on his lips and mindlessly pulled him into a kiss. He eagerly returned it, hands holding you tightly to keep you close.

"Would you, uh... marry me?" Ian asked in a low whisper, his eyes meeting yours.

"Bit quick, isn't it?" you replied, though you were grinning.

He returned the gesture. "I, uh. Never was one for... moderation."

You were about to answer, but then you heard your father calling for you. You shot Ian an amused glance. "Guess you'll have to come back to get my answer."

"I. I, uh. Look forward to it?"

"Maybe you should come back with a ring. Just in case."

#ian malcolm x reader #ian malcolm x you #jurassic park x reader #jurassic park fic #jurassic park fanfiction #catch and release prompt #i had to google popular 90s drinks for this #because i was too young during the 90s to actually remember them later #a 90s kid in name only #more accurate to call me a noughties kid tbh

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snackugaki · 1 year

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tmnt au doodlz

#tmnt au #did I give my April creepyyeha gear?#yes absolutely I fucking did #if you feel personally attacked by the outfits I gave Keno April and Jennika?#good #deLiA*s closet sends its regards #just out here picking off other elder millenials from the most unexpected sniper points #be thankful I didn't put her in jnco jeans #this close to putting Leo in the Hot Topic blue flame anime pop button polo shirt #iykyk #fuck it I'll do it because i am untamed and unstoppable #I have adult money now #but I am NOT paying the 90s revivalist kids 45 #for a babydoll tee that cost 6.99 in 96 on DePop #do I still kick myself for throwing out a big chunk of my closet once I graduated high school?#every time I see a Lisa Loeb fucking baby doll dress being sold as vintage 90s for FIFTY FIVE DOLLARS #granted the condition is great but I remember that shit being sold for 10 at Red Seagull #my tmnt au is also just an excuse to draw them in the clothes I wished I could wear when I was their age #TMNT is is technically only 2 years older than I am #give or take you go by their comic or cartoon debuts #they'll always be the cooler older kids to me

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kedicatt-cotl · 11 months

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What was baabaa like before the whole genocide of the sheep, or at least before their execution?

Baabaa was born in a distant village with population of only about 20 sheep, one of many dozens villages like that.

The village didn't have a name and wasn't associated with any cult, and despite not all of it's inhabitants being related by blood, everyone in the flock was equal and considered each other parts of one big family.

The life in the sheep village was simple — they've been living in tents, raising lambs and spending their time gathering and growing herbs. Baabaa didn't stand out much. He was one of a few young rams, an older brother figure to multiple little siblings.

The genocide started when Baabaa was a teenager. The village was very distant, so they haven't heard anything about the situation in the outside world for the longest time, and even when they did find out, it never really felt like something that would actually reach their godforsaken grassland. For them, the life just kept going… At the point when Lamb was captured, he was in his 20s.

By now, Lamb's memories of his past life became a blur — part of it is a side effect of bearing a Crown, the other part is just effect of the time that has passed since then.

Baabaa has some of his old skills and habits, and occasionally gets déjà vu. He remembers only some fragments, the simple things — the faces of his flock and their voices, what they used to wear and do, but once he tries to focus on details like their names, the memories slip through his fingers like a fleeting fever dream.

They've been his family, the closest people he had until recently, and yet he doesn't miss them more than you'd miss a pleasant dream after waking up.

Their deaths may be permament, but life goes on, and everything keeps changing.

#lamb only wishes he could remember enough of his family to write it down to save the memory #i may or may not develop this idea #even if his family was back alive he wouldn't want to leave his current life to live like he used to #he likes how his life is now even though its more tiring #cult of the baabaa kids #baabaa kids ask #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl lamb #i retconned the precanon timeline so lamb is like 90 years old now (NOT PHYSICALLY cuz his body doesn't age at all)#but he is immortal and that really isn't a lot for an immortal being i guess i mean #he used to watch minecraft speedruns so he decided to speedrun life and be the youngest most successful god

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isaacsapphire · 7 months

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Him: "The parenting philosophy of the 90s seems like it was taylored to create radicals, extremists, and suicide bombers."

#original post #not sure i agree with this but it's a take #talkin bout my generation #only 90s kids remember

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veggieblt · 1 year

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Warning: Loud

#The long awaited sequel #only 90's kids remember #voice acting

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writeouswriter · 7 months

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You may be old but are you this old *directly beams into your mind apocalyptic visions from a future that has not yet come to pass* oh sorry, wrong file *adds jpeg attachment of a toy that is very much still in production and has no direct bearing on age at all*

#thinking about that image I saw on Facebook that was like only 90s kids remember this and it was a freezie #like no they still they still make freezies

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anna-neko · 8 months

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this meme just reached out and punched me.... with a senior discount couponbook