as shifty as they were when they were younger, at the actual age that andreil are at do you think they've got the potential to be friendly strangers? like not overly friendly but the kind of people who understand what being human is
think about it, the experience of living a sheltered life and neil is standing behind someone in the grocery line, watching them unable to scour up money for ramen and water so he pays for it to help things along
andrew watching a little kid peer into his mega expensive car of the year and the kid gets scared of him and moves aside but andrew opens the door moves back, tells the kid he can have a look its fine
do you think they would interfere by force if they ever saw something bad happening in front of them? neil on his runs stopping to help someone cross the road, feeding stray cats in alleyways, yk the people who know what struggle is and don't want it for anyone else?
idk if they're the type to shrug off injustice so easily, i feel like whatever they learnt as children is buried deep inside the caution and fear of strangers and all but maybe what wymack taught them would rise to the surface too cuz if wymack hadn't chosen to help them they wouldn't be alive either
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Ace: Remember, guys, don't do drugs.
Sabo: You're literally smoking a blunt right now.
Ace: Excuse you, these are medical herbs for my pains.
Sabo: What pains???????
Ace: The constant reminder that I am alive.
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guys, my friend at work is supporting an autistic kid which i adore with all my heart but this week he made me love him even more. so our school bought a life-size cardboard cutout with the queen and when he saw it he just punched the living shit out of ol' lizzie. he did it again because he knows it makes us laugh and pisses off the headteacher 😂❤️
fuck yeah, kid, eat the rich!
i'm thinking of making a separate tag with shit my kids do or say because, my god, it's amazing
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do their tails wag when they're happy to see each other?
Of course! It'd be such a waste to have dog people with perfectly good tails and not have them reflect their emotions.
The way I see it, tail wagging is a lot like smiling or laughing, it's innate to the species, even babies know how to do it and it's meaning is the same across cultures. When it's genuine it happens instinctually, but if you really need to, you can try to force or supress it. Whether or not it's proper etiquette to wag your tail depends on the situation, it's a normal part of socialization between friends for example, but on formal surroundings you're expected to show modesty and have enough restraint to control your emotions.
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Headcanon that the boys were first introduced to Lou Jitsu through Splinter scrounging up an old movie to watch through a grainy projector. Splinter wanted to hype himself up at the time, to see a version of himself - however fictional - succeeding and being happy.
He watches, and smiles, mouthing along to the dialogue and outright whisper-shouting “HOT SOUUUP!” whenever it comes up.
Nestled in his lap are his four new sons, still learning the world around them and heavily reliant on their new father. They watch with wide eyes how lively their guardian looks, how happy he sounds, and they turn to watch the movie closely. Because, for as young as they were, they could recognize the source of their father’s joy.
So naturally, they come to associate Lou Jitsu with their father’s smile, and in turn, they feel happy themselves. To them, Lou Jitsu will always be a source of joy, and always make them smile, even if they forget why as they grow.
They’re not just movies for the four of them - they’re the distant memories of a warm lap and a smiling face.
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content warnings: bondage (on your wrists), condescending!law, fem!afab!reader, drabble on how I picture law brat taming, vitiligo law so real and canon, dacryphillia if you squint.
“How long are you gonna keep up the act, doll. It’s not hard to apologize.” Law’s currently pissed off at you for misbehaving today and is showing it in how he fucks you like he hates you. “Just two simple words,” he says in that condescending deep voice of his with cold eyes that berate your every move.
Your wrists are bound together to the bed post, of course fashioned to his liking. Dick in hand as he reduces you to a blubbering mess, easing in and out of your greedy hole with how wet you are for him. “You know you wanna sweetheart, use yer words.” His smirk betrays that indignant tone, so does the way he huffs when you squeeze his head in your damp walls.
“Please Law m’sorry.” He’s edging his tip around your slit as he plays with you.
Sadistic bastard, “sorry for?” Pulling away entirely as he pumps his fat length in front of you, too far to reach but close enough to watch. It makes your mouth water; dark skin with splotches of white here and there across his abdomen, a delicious happy trail, and a heavy cock that you wish would wreck your insides already.
“Annoyin’ you t-today,” he slides in halfway as you’re talking, wanting to hear the way his dick makes you fumble over your words, it’s all about control with him.
“And? You sure that’s all.” He couldn’t care to look at you, instead fixated on where you meet. Lower lips clinging to his shaft as he glides inside, filling you to the brim. He thinks your pussy looks prettiest stuffed with him.
“Mhm hm,” you cry, tugging your plush bottom lip between your teeth as he places a hand across your lower stomach, almost covering it with a single appendage. Death written across his knuckles as he presses down, lessening the space in your already tight cunny.
“You’re not that dumb, are you?” Dragging his length out of you, dissatisfied with your answer. “What happened to my smart girl? Huh?” Law fucks you with only his tip, letting it stretch your first ring of muscle while you strain against his confinements.
“Poor baby, just want some dick don’tcha,” he wipes the defeated tears that spill down your face with his thumb, rolling his pelvis into you at a begrudging pace. He’s savoring every sound, cry, and reaction from you. Storing it in his brain for when he’s sadly away from you.
“I know, I know, stop your cryin’. I’ll fuck you right baby, just gotta learn your lesson first.”
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