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rebelfell · 8 days

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haven’t had any complaints yet

For @urhoneycombwitch, 1. { going } down on them in the backseat of a car and 17. { laughing } mid way through from this list of smut -ing prompts. 18+, MDNI 2k

cw: older eddie/older reader, semi-public, oral (m receiving), allusions to other sex acts, passing drug/alcohol references, and some good old goofy fluff

The bench seat in the center row of Eddie’s van sagged as you and he landed on it, the soft creak of ancient springs mixing with the sounds of your airy giggles and the smack of your lips meeting in feverish kisses. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing at any curve of yours he could find, his rings catching on your cardigan as he pushed it off your shoulders and it fell to the floor.

A devious kind of chuckle rumbled in his chest seeing your exposed neck and he latched onto it, groans and grunts of excitement making his lips vibrate against the patch of skin just behind your ear. It made you gasp, gripping onto his biceps.

You had to admit, it was fun seeing him so worked up.

After being together for as long as you had been, it was difficult sometimes not to worry about you eventually getting bored of one another, or your sex life taking a back seat (pun intended) to the minutiae of your day-to-day. But right now, with him looking at you with fire in those deep brown eyes, pawing at you like a bear digging into a picnic basket…you weren’t worried at all.

He’d even held off on drinking tonight, having only a few beers instead of the slew of cocktails and shots his friends had been offering. It made you arch a brow, smiling curiously as he waved off the glass of whiskey Steve bought for him.

And as Steve wandered away, heading in the direction of the pretty thing at the end of the bar he’d been making eyes at all night, Eddie leaned in close, his breath rippling down the nape of your neck as he whispered in your ear about preferring to be present for your…present.

Of all the things he could have asked for on his birthday, getting head in the back of his old van was maybe the last thing you expected. You had a feeling his interest was steeped in nostalgia, even though he had assured you he wasn’t exactly the pussy hound you’d assumed he was based on the handful of pictures you’d seen of a younger him, running around in shredded black jeans, chains dangling, climbing up on lunch tables, flashing flirty smiles at cheerleaders.

He’d admitted to you sheepishly on more than one occasion that the only action his old van saw back then was on more…ahem…solo missions.

So here you were, parked in the furthest corner of the Hideout’s gravel lot, necking like a couple of teenagers, fogging up the windows with your hot panting and ragged breaths.

Car sex, much like airplane bathroom sex or shower sex, or any one of those highly impractical acts in cramped spaces that had garnered some sort of unfounded mythology, had never held much appeal for you. Maybe when you were younger, and it was your only option, and you didn’t have to worry about back spasms or knee twinges or neck cricks.

But you were older now. You had yourown home—your own bed. You had the luxury of fucking when you wanted and being able to take a Tylenol and a bath afterward. Fumbling, clumsy quickies in the backseat of a car were a last resort you no longer needed to resort to.

Still, you couldn’t deny the excitement that licked up your spine as you kissed him in the front seat. Heart racing in your chest, eyes darting to the windshield to be sure no one was walking by.

Unlikely, given that last call had been over half an hour ago and Eddie’s van was the only car left in the lot. It was the thrill, though—the idea that at any moment someone could see, that had you nodding eagerly when Eddie’s lips broke from yours and he tipped his head toward the rear.

You pushed him back a little forcefully against the side of the van and started to kiss down his neck and over his t-shirt, faded and feather soft from decades of washes. Your hands ghosted over his pecks, almost able to feel his tattoos through the material, stopping briefly to flick the piercing on his nipple and elicit a moan that had him biting down on his bottom lip.

Willfully ignoring the creaks in your joints, you shifted down onto the floor and took your place between his spread knees, fingers nimbly tugging open his belt and fly and dragging his pants and boxers to his ankles. You ran your hands up his legs, fingers splayed wide dragging through the sparse hair on his thighs. They were thicker now, more meaty with muscle and fat. Those high-school jeans would have burst at the seams.

His breath hitched as your hands inched closer to his cock only for him to huff out a laugh as they glided right past it over his hips, purposefully skirting the hard on that bobbed in front of your face. He chuckled at your teasing smile, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed a moan. Your hands slid up his abdomen, disappearing under his shirt to feel in the warmth of his skin and how his muscles quivered with need at your touch.

Shoulders rustling slightly, he shivered and you could feel his pale skin pimpling under your palms. At last, you brought them back down and began to brush your fingertips over his most private flesh. His length kicked up in response, chest heaving like he needed an inhaler.

At this point, you could probably pick his cock out of a line-up, but it never failed to make your eyes shine when you found yourself face to face with it. Every ridge, every vein, every groove having been engulfed by your hands or tongue or tits or pussy who knows how many times.

But the way he looks at you, it always feels like the first.

Firm hands wrapped around him and began to move in a steady, even stroke. Your eyes locked onto his burnished brown ones and you brought his tip to your puckered lips, giving a kiss to his weeping slit. You toyed with him a little longer, smearing your lips over his head, lightly tonging at that oh-so-sensitive spot on the underside of it that had his breath stuttering like he was an ill-fated heroine in some bodice ripper.

The salty brine of him, warm and familiar, covered your tongue as you slowly took him into the soft cavern of your wet mouth and began to suck.

“G-god, yes, baby,” he groaned in relief. “Feels so…so good.”

You bobbed a little faster, taking him in deeper with each pass, edging your way to his base. His hips quivered as he fought the urge to thrust them upwards, trying to restrain himself best he could. A slew of hmms and ah-ah-ahs tumbled past his lips as you clenched your throat, making a sound that was a near-perfect mimicry of you choking on his dick.

It was hardly something you needed to fake, having gagged on his thick length plenty of times in the past. He wasn’t quite deep enough to do so yet, but you knew how the sound got him off so it was a neat little trick to have in your back pocket.

His reaction was immediate—veins in his hand standing out as he gripped at the sagging seat cushion, threatening to rip off a hunk of foam.

“Oh-ohh, fuck, baby. You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned as he threw his head back, reaching up to grasp the seatbelt behind him and grip it in his fist like he wished he was gripping your hair.

He yanked it down, pulling it between his teeth and biting down on it as he grunted out praise.

You felt your eyelids flutter shut, losing yourself in the rhythm you’d set, the sweet sounds of Eddie unraveling. Your tongue slid faster, the flat of it stroking the velvety juncture where his shaft met his balls with each pass as his tip hit the back of your throat.

Your knees burned through your jeans, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. Your whole body felt engulfed by flames, buzzing with pride that you were making him feel this good. That you were the one he worshiped; the one he chose over and over, day after day, year after year—

Suddenly, you slowed. Registering within a split-second that something was off. Because woven in with the wet sounds of you swallowing Eddie’s cock, your ears sifted out the strangled sound of Eddie actually choking.

Your eyes snapped to his face and nearly bugged out of their sockets seeing him clawing at his own neck, trying to free himself from the seatbelt he’d somehow gotten himself twisted up in. His cock flopped out of your mouth that had fallen open in shock, long strings of saliva stretching between your lips and his free hanging length.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck me!”

Not exactly the context he’d imagined you screaming that out, but what are you gonna do?

You scrambled up off your knees, shins banging on god knows what as you climbed on top of Eddie and hastily batted his hands out of the way in order to free him yourself. Your heart raced, it’s pounding in your chest only starting to slow when the redness that had begun to color his cheeks faded back into his signature shade of alabaster and his breath returned to normal.

He panted as he sat up, still sputtering a little when your eyes met and the two of you did the only thing you could think to do in that moment.

You laughed.

Deep guffaws, breathless belly laughs rolling out of you even harder than that time you made pot brownies and watched cat videos in bed for three hours. You clutched at each other, your foreheads resting on shoulders for support as your chests shook and tears prickled at the corners of eyes.

“You see?” he tittered softly after a few minutes, unphased by his near-death experience. “I told ya you were gonna kill me.”

He balked when you swatted at him, holding up his hands with a “what did I say?” kind of smile.

“Seriously, though,” he went on, reaching out to brush his fingertips along the side of your face, tracing from forehead to jaw. “What a way to go.”

A hush fell over you at his light touch. You tried to roll your eyes, but any annoyance you expressed was totally undermined by the melty smile that covered your face. You traced the curve of his cheeks, still rounded from his wide grin, letting your finger dip into the deep well of one of his dimples. More sap than a maple tree, this one.

“But I do kind of get the choking thing now,” he added with a bounce of his brows.

“Oh my god—”

Your hand raised for another swat, but instead you smoothly hooked your fingers in the collar of his t-shirt to tug him forward into a kiss. Noses smushing into cheeks, desperate to be closer than physically possible, lips sliding as you smiled into one another's mouths.

You pulled back just enough to speak, your nose still bumping against his as you scrunched your eyes at him with nothing but fondness.

“How about I suck your dick at home like the civilized old farts we are, huh?” you asked.

“Mmm, that sounds good,” he hummed, lips leaving a tiny peck on the end of your nose.

He squirmed on the seat, trying to get his pants pulled back up while you rooted around on the floor for your cardigan. As you pulled it back on and fluffed up the hair that had begun to stick to the back of your neck, Eddie reached out a hand to rest on your shoulder. At his light touch, you turned back towards him, finding a smile that made your heart swell with so much affection, it seemed entirely possible you might melt straight into the cheap upholstery.

“What’s that look for?” you asked.

He just shook his head, dopey smile remaining and the twinkle in his eyes never dimming as he answered you with his words running together in a love drunk drawl.

“Jus’ love you s’all.”

Thank you for reading, love you, mean it 🥠

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #older!eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #look ma it’s my first request

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joeybsversion · 9 months

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Conclusions

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe introduces you to his friends

“Do I look okay?” You spin to the side, head looking over your shoulder so you can see the back of your dress in the mirror.

“You look stunning.” Joe says, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you finish getting ready.

You and Joe had been dating for 7 months now, but you had yet to meet some of his best friends. You and Joe liked keeping your relationship private, but it was time.

“I’m so nervous.” You anxiously whine as you step into your heels.

“There’s no reason to be. I promise.” He assures you, standing up to fix his shirt. “It’s just a casual dinner downtown with some friends.” He comes up behind you and places his hand on the small of your back. “Just relax.”

You follow Joe down to the street and climb in the passenger seat of the car. Your heart is pounding out of your chest the whole drive.

“Ready?” He reaches over and places a hand on your thigh as he puts the car in park.

You nervously laugh, “let’s go.” You say and climb out of the car.

He wraps his arm around your waist as you make your way inside, the sweet gesture instantly calming some of your nerves.

“There they are.” He motions and waves to his friends. “This is my girlfriend.” He introduces you to everyone as you both take a seat.

“Doing ok?” He asks with a worried look on his face a few minutes later. “You look like I’m forcing you to sit here beside me.”

“I just hate being stared at.” Not only were Joes teammates looking at you, but the whole restaurant. This was the first spotting of Joe with a girlfriend. Everyone was buzzing about it.

“Then don’t be so damn pretty.” He smiled, reaching over and putting his hand on your thigh.

The butterflies in your stomach somersault. You blushed and pressed the glass of wine to your lips. Joe always knew how to make you feel special.

You can hardly believe it when you peek at the time on your phone. Two hours have gone by. The food was great, the conversations were entertaining, and the company was absolutely incredible. You and Joe polished off your second bottle of wine, both feeling quite wine drunk. He tucks a wad of cash into the leather the waiter dropped off, says his goodbyes, and then slips out of the booth and holds out his hand.

You grab it, wobbling on your heels as he helps you to your feet. You both feel weak-kneed and giddy and are sporting the same goofy, tipsy grin.

“That was nice.” He murmurs.

“It was.”

He laces your fingers together and leads you out of the restaurant and proceeds to keep them like that all the way down the street. Neither of you were in the proper condition to drive, luckily the spot you chose was close to Joes house and the walk home would be quick.

“It’s raining.” He laughs, pulling you closer as you both stumbled all over the place. “These are impractical.” He sets you on a bench and pulls of your heels.

The rain is coming down harder now, and the sky is dark. It’s a good thing the roads are deserted. Joe slurs something intelligible, his head leaning towards you. You feel his arm tighten around your shoulder before he steps behind you, his other arm wrapping around you. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breath causing shivers down your back.

“We’re in the middle of the street.” You laugh.

“Run with me!” He lets go of your shoulders and pull you along behind him, down the rain soaked street, hand in hand, laughing in the wind, moon up ahead.

You made your way back to Joes front porch. Both of you laughing uncontrollably and out of breath, soaked and shivering from the rain.

“I’ve reached several conclusions.” Joe states. “I never want this to end.” He takes a breath. “And I’m falling in love with you.”

#joe burrow #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow one shot #joe burrow smut #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram

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rockethorse · 13 days

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Calcinidae Bay Lot Tour: Marine Discovery Centre

I finally got around to picking the terrains I wanted to use for Calcinidae Bay's subhoods, so the Bay now officially has a(n as-of-yet unnamed) Downtown! Yay! Let's take a look through the only currently-finished lot there, the Marine Discovery Centre and Aquarium.

First I wanna shout out @dirtfauna for suggesting I build an aquarium and getting me thinking about this in the first place! As I was putting on the finishing touches I was also inspired by seeing @lolabythebaysims's gorgeous lot influenced by the Belle Isle Aquarium.

Before I get into the lot, I need to show the original Sims 4 shell for reference. It's "what the.. shell?" uploaded to the Gallery by simbellaz, and as you'll see, it was both perfect for and wildly impractical as the basis for an aquarium.

I don't normally go for shell challenges that have so many internal walls, but all those little 1-tile-wide hallways were practically SCREAMING to be made into fish tanks! The external "walls" you see added to my TS2 shell are all either actually half-walls, fences, or just windows placed with moveobjects, all of which are allowed within a standard shell challenge. It may seem like a cop-out, but it's more limiting/challenging than you'd think.

But enough preamble. Let's take a look inside!

The entrance is also a small gift shop. It seems like every aquarium I've ever been to has also sold jewellery. Don't ask me about my tiny penguin earrings.

I really wanted a "fish tank tunnel" vibe, and the effect was... almost perfect, lol. Close enough for a shell challenge IMO. I so so badly wanted to break my CC-free rule to place some fish shaders, but I'm glad I stuck to my guns because I think the solution I came up with looks goofy but effective. (Plus you wouldn't see them in build/buy anyway.)

Ooohhhh jellyfish tank ooohhhhhh they're so lifelike and graceful

I have my fun.

That little "airlock" room is a fun pirate-y undersea exhibit that connects to the outside and is probably where school field trips would loop around rather than heading upstairs.

Through the pirate's cabin is a touch pool and tactile play room where kids can inspect rubber anatomical fish models. I like to imagine the TV plays a short looping movie featuring a B-grade celebrity talking to a cartoon bass about the water cycle, fish spawn, and pollution.

The outdoor area is where the field trip groups would probably eat their packed lunches, fill out activity sheets, and take a commemorative photo with the world's worst greenscreen that's supposed to make it look like you're underwater but just ends up eating half your hair and shirt.

If you're not a student and you're just here for the love of fish, you'd probably head upstairs to get a closer look at the fish tunnel, smaller specialty tanks, and the squid/octopus models. (This room is technically considered outdoors thanks to the shell so tbh I'm not sure how lighting/temperature would behave during gameplay.)

The third floor has more tanks, some hands-on displays about aquatic plants and marine ecology, and finally a room with the actual floor-to-ceiling aquarium objects.

I thought this would be an interesting lot to run as an owned business, so I included a small employee area tucked behind the guest toilet block on the ground floor. It also helped to naturalistically answer "how would Sims feed themselves if their outing wouldn't stop complaining they were hungry," a concern I keep in mind whenever I make a lot I think would be a nice place to take a date.

And here's the floorplan! This lot had a pretty severe ugly stage but I'm really really happy with what we ended up with and the vibe I achieved without any CC. Hope you enjoyed reading this far and that it could give you some decorating inspiration!

#the sims 2 #sims 2 maxis match #s2mm #Calcinidae Bay

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g-babtqftim · 8 months

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Even more redesigns + headcanons!!!

I really dislike how much grey all the designs had, it felt really dull and restricting to me. And as they’re performers in a circus, I decided to give them all their own assigned colours!

I made Mickeys vest pink and gave him brown boots to match the other red tones better, and also made his ears more angular.

I HATED Donald’s vest and hat💀changed his hat to blue and made it smaller, changed his vest to have buttons and gave him a pink shirt to contrast the blues.

Didn’t like how Goofy had about 3 colours while Don and Mick both got one colour and grey. So I gave Goofy green! I also gave him a tan and made his leg longer as the angle was kinda scuffed ngl.

I didn’t have a big problem w/ this design. I changed his eyebags, shoes and trousers slightly. I did forget to change his shoes to brown tho!

Love Fanny’s design but a pet peeve of mine has always been impractical clothing/uniform for women in the work place in media😭

Made her dress longer, gave her tights, medical gloves, changed the war crime crosses (lol) and yeah :33

#babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #donald duck #mickey mouse #a goofy movie #oswald the lucky rabbit #redesign #design #character design #headcanon

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 3 months

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Mumbo's elytra take the form of biplane wings. Are they goofy, impractical and slow? Sure, but are they the coolest wings on the server? Hels yeah! (Based on a texture pack he used to use)

#hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #mod mleem

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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this is so goofy but i 100% believe that jj and reader would have a continuous on-going game of trying to scare the shit out of each other.

oh? jj's serving a table and is carrying a tray with four drinks on it?? you better believe she's going up behind him and scaring him so badly he drops everything and then pretends she 'didn't mean to frighten him!' and that she was just 'passing through'

thissss. they watch too much impractical jokers and get inspired

#raekensluver #jj maybank prompt #love that show btw. shoutout to sal

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oneatlatime · 5 months

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Appa's Lost Days

Dare I hope?

You know, if ten year old me had turned on my TV to watch my weekly dose of Avatar and been greeted with a nearly two minute long uninterrupted sequence of a frightened and distressed animal being mistreated, that TV would have turned right back off again.

I don't buy that a ten tonne bison who has the leverage of his own weight as well as his airbending abilities would succumb to so few people.

Name one other character that Avatar has presented as so thoroughly without any redeeming characteristics. Even Zhao was at least kind of funny. Everything about the chucklehead on the left is rotten to the core. "What's your dad going to do when he finds out we broke his stuff while doing crime?" "Nothing. It's not his stuff; it's previous crime."

I thought beetle-headed was a commentary on their intelligence, but it's actually a description.

I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion that I should have waited to get my hopes up until I came to an episode called Appa's Found Days. Is this whole thing going to be a series of near misses with the Gaang?

You know, if I had a nickel for every time an animal companion on this show has been threatened with a trip to the butcher's, I'd have two nickels. In the space of two episodes.

This is not fun to watch guys.

Not if I break you first asshole.

The way this Nurse Ratched type circus guy says "earn it" is chilling.

Of course the Fire Nation would find a way to turn bending into animal abuse. Of course.

a) that cage is way too small b) who knew cabbage suction could be so cute?

Completely unsubtle parallel with the boy here, right down to the complete disregard they show to the threats thrown their way.

Stubborn and wilful are not adjectives I would use to describe Appa this episode, or ever.

Wind buffalo. Wind Buffalo. Really? Was Fart Cow taken?

That's a very relatable facial expression.

That makeup and costume is awful.

Now that's satisfying.

Is the Fire Nation kid voiced by Aang's voice actor?

Nevermind. THAT'S satisfying.

I was right - this episode is Appa always being a step behind the Gaang.

Baby Appas! This almost makes this episode worth it!

It's funny how a single feature can contribute so much to a character's design. Arrowless Aang is just some kid. Let me rephrase that, since such a big part of Aang's character is the fact that he's just some goofy kid. Arrowless Aang is indistinguishable from other kids for the first time this series, because every other time we've seen him on screen he's either the only child airbender with his arrows, or the only airbender left.

Lady monks. Nuns? I don't think I've seen those before.

Appa and Aang share a dreamscape? That could be useful.

There's dumb, there's really dumb, and then there's 'wake a completely asleep and therefore harmless unknown creature with threats of violence' dumb.

Close call for Iroh. Do you think he's suspected that Appa (and presumably the Avatar) haven been in Ba Sing Se this whole time?

Bipedal Appa is strange. A very effective fighter, but strange to look at.

I'm amazed that giant boar thing walked away from that.

And now they're hitting me with an 'Appa's given Up' montage. Someone who works on this show hates me.

*Heroically refrains from ranting about the impracticality of using white fabric for an active warrior's glove.*

"This could be our most important mission yet." Foreshadowing?

Did Suki and Appa actually meet at any point in the Warriors of Kyoshi episode?

Turns out 'Aang' is a magic word.

Appa kisses!

Appa is apparently legally banned from having anything good for more than five minutes. Although it's good writing that they're using a previously established weakness - Appa's shedding - to bring the danger ladies back in.

I guess they have Azula drop the line about her brother to remind the audience of who she is, but surely Suki's like "Who are you? Who's your brother? Why should I care?"

Azula going after the Kyoshi warriors is completely unnecessary right? The Avatar isn't there. Neither are Zuko and Iroh. It doesn't even net her Appa. She's just looking for someone to beat up.

WOW this is bad writing. Like really bad. My Immortal levels of bad.

Would it be too much to ask for the Kyoshi warriors to do even slightly ok against the Azula ladies? Couldn't they at least get a couple of hits in?

Kudos to Suki for essentially sacrificing herself and her warriors to save Appa. 'Most important mission yet' was a bit on the nose.

Out of options, Appa goes home. Ouch.

Someone explain this to me. Air Bison teething ring?

My what a human sounding cough you have buddy.

This is why you don't use Air Bison as guard dogs.

I like what this Guru is saying. Fear displacing trust but not love feels more accurate than how I usually see the consequences of trauma discussed.

The music playing throughout this sequence fits so well. I think it's some sort of metal thing you hit - I want to say a variation on tubular bells, and maybe something Glockenspiel adjacent? It's unlike anything I've heard in this show before and it fits so well that I'm nerding out a bit.

Disney princess Guru. Aang has Disney princess moments too. Maybe it's an Air Nomad thing?

No wonder the monks built a temple here. Even destroyed, it's gorgeous.

And Appa decides to trust again. I love it when an animal visibly comes to a decision about your trustworthiness.

This energy reading stuff makes sense given that Aang and Appa already share a dreamscape.

He IS a great beast. The best!

OH COME ON

Someone whip up a wanted poster for Long Feng: Cattle Rustler. It had also never occurred to me that he was an earthbender.

That flip move with the earthbending platform must have caused Appa to land on his back. I bet that hurt.

One of the times I am very grateful that the closing credits music is so upbeat.

Final Thoughts

@aboutiroh I see why you recommended I save my chocolate for this episode.

The Tale of Momo was really just a preparatory taste of things to come, huh? Almost a microcosm of this episode.

This is the first episode where I had to take breaks while watching. Especially the circus sequence, I think I got up twice to do things like get a cup of tea and stare randomly out windows at squirrels. I didn't even have to do that with Zuko Alone, despite freaking out a lot about it, because at least that episode took breaks from the child abuse to check in with Aang being miserable. This episode was unrelenting.

If I had seen this episode when I was the age of the target audience, this may well have turned me off the show for good. If my Mom had seen this episode, I would have been banned from watching the show entirely. Not a decision I'd agree with, but my Mom is the type of person who banned her kids from watching Bambi.

To watch through all of that unrelenting animal (at best) unhappiness, and still not get Appa back at the end of the episode? That's a bit much. It's not often that this show ends its episodes without at least a little bit of something positive.

Once again, the music did a lot of heavy lifting this episode. The animal noises weren't quite as emotive as the ones in Momo's Tale, but Appa's face is more expressive, and more was shown through his expression than through Momo's, so I feel like this episode had just as much non-verbal animal communication as Momo's Tale.

I think I'm renaming season 2 "the Suki redemption arc." I really didn't like the Warriors of Kyoshi episode, and I didn't like what her character did in that episode. But every time Suki appears in season 2? She absolutely nails it.

The show since losing Appa has taken to wallowing. Even with bright spots like the poetry bouncer, the overall tone since Appa's appanapping has been ever more dark. If this keeps up for many more episodes, it will no longer be fun to watch.

Somehow I don't think this one is going on my rewatch list.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #appa's lost days

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baron-bear · 6 months

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Some bears going to sleep! Wonder what they're gonna dream about?

Some got lost in an abandoned mall. Watch your back!

Taking a journey through space on a mirrored marble. Totally not Ozma.

Action in the lava caverns! That armor seems impractical...

It's the final for the math class they've been skipping all year. Hope they studied.

May as well enjoy the view before the end.

----- Goofy pseudo dream journal idea I'll probably revisit from time to time; bears in surreal/fantastical situations.

#fat ai men

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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HEY I KNOW YOUR WORKING IN MY OTHER REQUEST RN BUT HEADCANNONS ON WHAT DATING RANDY WOULD LOOK LIKE KINDA LIKE AN EXTENSION ON THE CUDDLING HEADCANNONS YOU JUST DID 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Randy Meeks Heacanons: Dating Randy would include.

Warnings: Swearing lol, probably typos or bad constructed english

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral.

Summary: Dating Randy headcanons!!

Author's note: RANDYYYYYYYYYYYY not enough works for him, so i gotta keep up with his requests. also kudos to alex for requesting constantly with great ideas :) i had so much fun making these.

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

a lot of forehead kisses

cheek kisses too

he just looks like the type. he's gotta go to class? have a cheek kiss. you're meeting up? cheek kiss. you made him laugh? cheek kiss. going to sleep? cheek kiss. whatever, cheek kiss.

him being rather shy at the beginning of your relationship, but growing bolder as the time passes.

holding hands!!!! he loves holding hands. he actually blushed the first time you guys held hands, he's that cute.

getting along with his little sister martha!!! even teaming up against him with her lmao.

lots of dates, and a lot around getting food/eating/cooking/going to restaurants.

but i'm also not gonna lie, movies and dates are a big deal.

movie marathons! movie nights! going to the theater!

cuddling with randy (headcanons here)

you better not like guilty pleasure movies too much because if he has to cinematically roast you HE WILL.

learning a lot about movies and cinematography because he doesn't shut the fuck up.

but it's not like you want him to shut up like, ever.

competing to see who can insult people more 'culturally'

(like homo-repressed mama's boy, creepy tarantino film student, leatherface, pussy ass-wet-rag)

he likes dancing with you and will do so with absolutely every excuse he can think of.

the kind to get drunk, flirt with you and get really sad when you tell him you have a very loving boyfriend (he doesn't realize that's him)

really sweet

if he ever meets your parents, he'll most probably win them over. he's still walking on eggshells around them.

compliments you/what you're wearing every single day.

even if it's just your socks, he always says something nice to you.

he's so greatful to have you.

the type to walk out of arguments when things get heated, before any of you can say anything you'd regret.

he adores you, he could listen to every single thing you say for the rest of his life.

randy doesn't care if you're just talking about your favorite type of pen, he'll listen like you're trusting him with the secrets of the universe.

he remembers a lot of little details because of this.

call him 'pretty boy' and he'll be yours forever.

not a cheater :) (THE BARE MINIMUM---)

he rarely ever lies to you. he'd let you go down to the basement with him in a horror movie, and that's a shit lot of trust.

quotes different romantic dialogues from different movies, but it's always at the most unexpected/worst timing.

he's so goofy i love him.

always making sure you're okay, no matter where you at. it doesn't have to be a frat party for him to worry about your well-being

randy walks you everywhere, no matter how impractical that can be.

especially at night. he doesn't want you to go out alone when it's dark.

overall, he's a really good boyfriend, although i'm not getting involved with the angsty stuff.

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