#jett's asks

[morallyinept]

Hello Jett!!

Popping in with a quick little fandom game. Which Pedro-boy do you think this is a picture of, and why?

love ya!!

Hey Lovely Patti! 🖤

So, this is totally Dieter. And it inspired me to write a lil' something, something...

I Carry Your Heart With Me 💙

650 words | Dieter Bravo x GN!Reader | Fluff ☁️

The door clips softly closed behind him as Dieter steps into the dimly lit apartment, the scent of familiarity enveloping him as he sniffs in deep.

After months of grueling, repetitive shoots in distant locales, he's finally home. Exhaustion clings to him like a second skin he wants to wash off and watch circle the drain, but a rabid spark of excitement ignites at the thought of seeing you again, and the emergence of urgency suffocates the need for a shower.

He tiptoes through the deep sapphire shadows of the lounge, careful not to disturb the tranquil ambiance that fills the space and dark corners. He heads up silently towards the bedroom, socks fluffy and static on the plush carpet.

Expecting you to be asleep at this ungodly hour as he pushes the ajar door fully open, but there you are, bathed in the rose gold glow of the bedside lamp, nestled against a mound of pillows - your eyes immersed in a book of poetry.

The sight of you, so serene and beautiful, steals the stale breath away from his lungs.

Without a word, Dieter approaches you, discarding layers like baggage drops in clumsy heaps on the floor until he's stripped bare; just flesh and silver metal. Nothing but a man and his loose sagging skin - and even looser morals - his beating heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and longing.

You look up, your eyes widening in surprise before breaking into a radiant smile that burns the retinas away in his eyes. In that moment, Dieter feels like he's finally home.

"Hey, you," you whisper, setting the book aside and reaching out to him.

"No, no. Keep reading. Read it to me." He says, climbing into bed beside you.

A soft smile tugs at your lips as you nod, settling back against the cradle of pillows. Dieter curls himself around you, soft belly on your hip, turgid cock on your thigh; resting his heavy head on your shoulder as you begin to read.

Your voice, a melody of warmth and tenderness, washes over him like a soothing balm, banishing the weariness that permeates his bones. He listens to the music of your words as you read a short poem from the book:

"...I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)..."

A knot loosens in his chest. Each word you speak acts like a gentle sugar scrub, exfoliating away the dust of distant lands and the fatigue of countless hours on set.

With each breath, he feels lighter, as if the weight of the crushing world is slowly lifting from his broad, tan shoulders. The tension that once twisted his muscles begins to unravel, leaving him feeling unkinked and free.

In the delicate cadence of your succinct words, Dieter finds a soothing solace, a reminder of the love that binds you together like silk lilac ribbons, despite the miles that separate you at times.

Dieter hums softly; a small kiss inked on your skin, a smile drawing his lips up as he closes his eyes and loses himself as your voice fades into the quiet of the night.

Love you, Patti 🖤

The poem quoted is a real poem called "I carry your heart with me" by E.E. Cummings and is a fave of mine. 🥰

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x gn!reader #dieter bravo fluff #pedro pascal characters #jett's asks #jett's writing

[transjudas]

Joan Jett performing I Wanna Be Your Dog 6/30/11 (x)

#if joan jett asked me to bark for her and called me a dog i'd lose my mind <3 #joan jett #joan jett and the blackhearts

[little-blurry-stars5]

what exactly will happen if kosa passes?

Well I don't know exactly much on the topic, what I do know is:

Parental controls everywhere. On social media platforms specifically. It will inform parents of data, when you download apps, everything.

It applies to minors of 13-16, so I think if kosa passes every teenager in that age range is going to go ballistic. I know what it's like to have extremely strict parental controls, and kosa would be hell.

My personal view on the matter is kosa should NOT be passed. Minors should have their right to privacy as well, and kosa would strip them of whatever privacy they have. Every human is entitled to personal information. This would especially hurt trans and lgbtq+ kids who aren't out to their parents but are actively part of the community online.

#kosa bill #stop kosa #kosa #asks #jett posts

[queerslurheritageposts]

WAS THAT THE DYKE OF 87??????

no this is the dyke of '87

#that's joan jett btw #yes i am aware of the fnaf reference. decided this was funnier #not a heritage post #asks

[froggityboingerrr]

idk if your taking any art req but if you are... 😈

MORRO AND EUPHRASIA MY BABIES !!

Ofc ofc!! ( btw my art reqs are always open unless I specifically say they are closed) I love these sillies!!

Also, bad reputation is a great song 🔥🔥🔥

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago morro #ninjago euphrasia #character art #ninjago fanart #froggy’s devious acts #froggityboingerrr #froggy’s art #asks #Froggy’s asks #art requests #bad reputation joan jett

[real-odark]

can you draw ocean and noel arguing?

#thank you for the ask! :3 #sorry i had literally no clue what to draw them fightIng about #it couldve been anything😭😭 #ride the cyclone #jett talks (me) #jett art (me) #jett inbox (me) #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #musical theatre #theatre #musical #musicals

[valdaycare-au]

The Halloween Update! (since we Mateo forgot to update the blog.) Part 1

mateo is in charge of social media posting.

Right, halloween! So yeah, I'm sorry, I forgot... I did ask for Miss Ling's permission and to be fair, she forgot to respond to me too. So anyway, we gathered around and asked the parents if they were fine letting us post about their kids and their costumes and that also took a while, too... You can guess how that went.

So we also got a lot of questions about our favorite little wonders and, well, we took the opportunity to use our Halloween party to get some shots for it, as well!

Since it might be such a huge post, we decided that we'll post them one by one this week! I have my favorites too, but you guys have to be patient. So here's our first answer for today coming from the very foundation of Little Wonders—Miss Ling Ying Wei!

#daycareval #daycareval-ask #daycareval-halloween #daycareval-comic #daycareval-sage #daycareval-phoenix #daycareval-jett #daycareval-killjoy #valorant #valorant sage #valorant phoenix #valorant jett #valorant killjoy #valorant fanart #valorant au #daycare au

[alltoounwellll]

ok so then how do you picture sirius?

mainly my personal image of him draws a lot from 60s, 70s & 80s rockstars like Freddie Mercury, Marc Bolan, Robert Plant, Joan Jett, Pat Benatar. Lots of eyeliner and really tight pants and animal print and leather.

But also most of the time it really depends on the fic. We are so lucky to have such amazing writers in this fandom that describe our favourite characters so beautifully and I like to let my mind go the way of the fic ya know????

Also I eat up EVERY piece of Sirius fanart, I just love love love how fluid our interpretations of him can be!!!!

#sirius black #sirius my lover my babygirl #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #harry potter #freddie mercury #robert plant #marc bolan #joan jett #pat benatar #rock and roll #ask alltoounwellll

[softpine]

have you regretted what you named your sims?

ehhh i've never seriously regretted any of their names! if i did, i'd just give them a nickname or change it somehow. but there are a few that i definitely wouldn't choose today. like where did i even pull mikaela from?? (but i do love seeing people attempt to spell it in messages, it makes me laugh every time) and i guess i wish i had given stevie a worse deadname because i actually really love the name jett, but it's too unique for me to ever use again without thinking of her

#she doesn't really have negative feelings about the names jett or jay because she chose those herself rather than her birth name #which is why i feel fine bringing it up #obviously if someone used those names for her while knowing she goes by stevie now it would be a different story #but otherwise they're more like stepping stones #especially jay because that's something asa suggested with love and care #so i don't know if she would even consider them deadnames #that's an interesting question #i would love to hear from trans people who used to go by more than 1 previous names/nicknames #do you feel differently about those names now? #anonymous #asks #nonsims #brandi answers

[morallyinept]

Nepty, im humbly asking…

… for more out-of-shape, sympathy-weight-packin, thicc daddy Fish.

So be for you ask, I know… why is this request coming from me? Well… yeah, I got two chubby Frankies percolating constantly in my noggin cottage, but your Frankie… the cannon accurate Frankie with more meat on his bones… I NEED HIM. I YEARN FOR HIM.

please, Nepty - help a thirsty thot out!

I’m-looking-for-the-sky-to-save-me regards,

Beefro👌🥩💜

Come Back To Me - A Frankie Morales One Shot

Hey Beefro! 🖤

Look, I humbly worship at your pot-bellied Pedro Boy altar! I am so not worthy, my friend! And the fact YOU love my canon-realistic thicc Frankie-boy makes this gal blush and squeal like a Red Wattle Hog being spit roasted on Labour Day, seriously... I am in awe of you. 🥹 So, can I do this justice for you, my mighty meat queen? 🤔😬 I mean, I'll give it a (one) shot. 🫣

Summary: Frankie makes you a promise and seals it with more than a kiss.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub.)

Word Count: 2.8k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶️🌶️ "It's the emergence, of."

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here

Explicit: Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned. I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author's Note: This is part of the Frankie's Way universe. Frankie Spanish translated at the bottom.

Enjoy! 🖤

You can hear the tinkering. It's what wakes you to find his side of the bed empty. Nothing but a heavy indent in the bare sheets.

That tinny sound of metal upon metal clanking as you pad your way through to the kitchen, after checking on Gigi who's still sound asleep in her crib.

You can already hear the expletive slurs in Spanish, and grunts of frustration ebbing in from outside.

You enter the side door leading into the garage, to see Frankie going at the garage door that's rolled halfway up - or down, depending on your outlook - with a handful of tools that aren't doing a thing to appease it loose where it's gotten caught on it's damn rusted hinges again.

You sigh and you hear him growl out in a deep frustration at it.

Sweat shimmers at you from the back of his neck under the nape of unruly curls squashed to his head by his cap, and you wonder how long he's been at it.

Leaning up, his grey t-shirt rises up his back at he stretches, revealing tanned divots in the golden flesh, and a waist that's fuller and dumpy and makes your mouth salivate.

He's packed on a few pounds since settling into fatherhood, and you don't mind at all, enjoying that he might have a third helping of the meals you cook, or indulging his sweet tooth in a rogue dessert or two.

You rouse his attention when he glances at you over his broad shoulder chucking the tools down on the work bench with gritted teeth.

"Hey, did I wake you?" He says concerned, and his expression softening immediately. He traipses over to you and lets his eyes drop over the crumpled silk camisole and shorts you've slept in.

You shake your head as he presses a kiss to the side of your jaw; the soft scruff tickling gently, and his big hands settle on your hips.

"The door's gone again?" You query bleakly, and he nods looking at you with deep chocolate eyes that seem tired.

"Yeah, piece of shit. I don't know if I can fix it this time." He murmurs with a helpless shrug.

You sigh again, knowing it's forcing you to confront the obvious. It's all stacking up in odds against your resolve.

You need a new garage door. You need money to buy a new garage door that you both don't have. You need money for more diapers and groceries that seem never-ending in their need; for new clothes as you've noticed Frankie's wearing the same t-shirts with holes in them that seem to be getting bigger and wider as he stretches them out now with his chunkier build.

You need money for the mortgage payment that's already late this month.

Frankie's putting in the overtime at the workshop, but it just isn't enough. You'd contemplated picking up some hours at a coffee shop or something to help, but he insisted you be with Gigi when he saw how upset being parted from her, whilst she's still so young, made you.

But you both can't keep struggling like this. It's unfair almost. It makes you resent that the guys don't seem to be struggling as much as you and Frankie are.

Will proudly showed off his new TV at the barbecue he threw last week as Frankie scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he flicked through the HD channel offerings, and you were certain Benny wore new sneakers.

You need the money that's buried at the bottom of that chasm in the Andes mountains to buy a new fucking garage door.

Frankie growls into your shoulder with a defeated sigh, seemingly able to read your thoughts.

You've both spoken about Pope's unexpected visit and proposal at length ever since he left the offer hanging over your heads like a precarious weight ready to crush you at any second. Discussed through all the pros and cons.

The biggest con being Frankie returning on a slab of ice like Tom did. You shudder and Frankie's arms are felt caressing at your back.

"You cold, hermosa?" He asks.

You shake your head in defeat. "We need that money, Frankie." You whisper gravely as it cuts slinters in your stomach lining to say it out loud.

It can do so much more than replace the garage door. It can give you a comfortable life, a stress-free life. One where you're not losing your hair in the shower thinking about how you're going to be able to afford to pay the bills this month.

It'll give Gigi a good start, a nest egg. Enable Frankie to get good support with his ongoing sobriety and cut back on the hours you know are killing him. But he never complains despite it all.

It's a beguiling thought that's been haunting you ever since Pope shoved it so easily under your nose, making your fingers twitch with all the possibilities. All the tempting could-be's and what-ifs.

And you want to hate him for it, for passing you a much needed life line. You want to resent the very fabric of the idea of Frankie returning with him and the boys to go and retrieve it because you know what it could cost.

You know what you could lose for the sake of some printed paper. But it's printed paper that you need to live this life with Frankie. A life that you almost lost the first time. You wonder how it would be, if it would be worth it. How he'll be when he returns this time...

You think about the box sitting on the dining table full of his Delta Force gear that he'd packed away and shoved into the attic after last time, vowing it would never come out again as you both realised that stupid expedition almost cost you everything.

You were infuriated to learn it had all been for nothing. He came back with nothing, and more of a loss than when he left.

And now, it's all there. His tac vest, his desert boots embedded with sand, his guns... all ready for him to put back on when you to say the word. Because he wouldn't commit fully to Pope, not without your say so this time. It wasn't about Pope and the others.

It was about you and Gigi. It was about his world.

Frankie nods, pressing his forehead to yours. "I know, baby." He squeezes at your hips gently.

His body is warm from the exertion of trying to fix the garage door. His t-shirt is damp around the neck and under the arms and he smells musky. You run your nose along his shoulder inhaling the salt of him in.

Things had gotten back on track with you both, despite it taking time and effort to repair the holes. He's stayed sober despite this being a trying time. You'd been proud of him for stepping up, for coming back to himself. For realising that he could put Gigi down and she'd be fine, even though most of the time she was sat on his hip as he moved about the house when he was home.

You'd both finally been able to be intimate again after so much trepidation and angst, and it was amazing. Having Frankie back between your legs on an almost nightly basis, even after Pope's damning offer.

And to lose all it all now? The thought bites horribly at your ankles and makes you feel sick.

"Promise me." You look up at him. "Promise me you'll come back."

"You know I will." He says seriously.

"Promise me, Francisco." You repeat. You only use his full name with heavy gravitas and he knows how heavy this is for you. For you both.

Your hands run over the thickness of his own hips, fingers shucking into his belt loops and pulling him towards you. "If I let you go get it, you have to promise me you'll come back. That's the deal."

"I promise. I promise I will come back to you both, te lo juro." Frankie nods.

You nod back as he presses another kiss to your jaw. He trails more up the side of your face into your hairline. Your hands squeeze at his ass, meatier and fuller after months of packing on the pounds, his jeans being tighter against it.

You wonder if this shape and weight of him now could manage such a treacherous expedition. Whether it would be a hindrance or to his ultimate detriment.

You squeeze your eyes shut willing your mind not to go there. It can't. He can't-

"Hey," you feel his fingers tilt your chin up to face him. "I'm coming back," he promises sincerely.

And when Frankie looks into your eyes, you believe him when he says he'll come back for you and Gigi. And he'll come back with the golden ticket you both so desperately need.

"There's no way I'm leaving you, okay?" He says, as you nod despondently. It's the only choice you have and you both know it. You both need this. "Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, I do. We need this," you appease.

"I'll be back within a week. Won't even notice I'm gone."

"Yes I will. I'll be worrying non-stop until you're back here with us." You say, with a faint smile ghosting over your lips.

"I don't want you to worry, baby."

"Too late," you say.

"We're doing it my way. I have a plan. For every eventuality." He confirms. "It's all I can think about. We should have fuckin' done it my way last time. Maybe if we did, Tom would..."

"Don't do that. It wasn't your fault." You say.

He nods solemnly. "I know." You see him quickly blink away the excess moisture pooling in his eyes.

"Besides, I'm always going to worry. No matter how prepared you are, or how big or strong you are..." You say, groping at the thickness of his shoulders and then down to his biceps. You groan as you squeeze them and he notices.

"You like that, huh?"

"I love it," you say with a smirk.

"It's your fault, fattening me up. You're too good of a cook."

"Just more of you to love," you giggle, as he presses his face into yours. He kisses across your cheek and settles on your lips. You can feel how hard he is as he crushes you into his arms and against his stacked body.

Slipping his tongue inside your mouth you can't help but moan and falter in his grip; like pudding slipping through his fingers, your legs buckle and you feel instantly weak for him.

"Prometo que voy a volver, hermosa," he whispers.

Your hands work his belt and zipper as he squeezes your ass.

"I believe you," you confirm. "I'm gonna miss you so much." You gasp around his lips. You can feel all the heat in your body flooding towards your core.

"I'm gonna to miss you too, baby."

"Show me," you entice.

You reach in and pull out his fat, leaking cock into your hands without hesitation. You both groan at the sight of it; swollen thick and with a flushed head and succulently wet.

You trail your hand up, pushing his t-shirt out of the way to get a better view of the tanned paunch he has settling over his hips. You run your fingers across it, skimming gently and making him shudder before taking a handful of his belly and squeezing gently as you jerk him slowly in you other hand.

He whines, his own hands pulling down the straps of your camisole and taking your freed, puffy nipples into his mouth.

"Mmm, Frankie..." you groan, as he latches on, sucking and nipping across them both hungrily. "Fuck me," you plead.

You need him. You need him inside you filling you up with more than his promises.

Quickly, he pulls you to him and pushes you against the work bench. Turning you so your back is against his chest, and pulls your shorts down as your hands reach behind you, knocking his cap off and clawing through those sweaty curls desperately.

He reaches forward and swipes his fingers between your thighs finding a slick, wet pool waiting for him. You arch your back and groan out as his fingers tease through your folds, circling on your clit making your thighs shake.

"Fuck," he moans into your hair. "Siempre estás tan lista para mi."

"Baby, I need you," you sigh, reaching round for his cock that's leaking more wet strings onto your butt cheek as you grind against him.

You feel his stomach crush into your back as he groans when you touch him. He's so heavy against you and you pulse at the thought of his weight sinking you into the mattress beneath him when he fucks you hard in bed.

He lines himself up, sliding his thick head through your drenched lips, once, twice before he sinks himself into you, stretching you open again around him.

You both cry out, a little louder than you probably should with the garage door rolled up halfway. Anyone passing by on the street at that moment would see both your bare legs and know immediately what's happening. But you don't care.

You need him. You need Frankie like this, all thick and heavy and crushing against you with his warmth and heavy belly as he buries himself deep into your sopping cunt from behind.

You need to remember the feel of him like this on your body whilst he's gone.

His arms wrap around your stomach holding you tight against him as his hips shunt up and fuck you deeply. Every breath catches in the back of his throat as he does it, and your whines and moans only grow louder.

Twisting, your lips find his as he sucks in breaths with each hard thrust, his hands sliding up to massage and grope at your breasts. Both of you locked tight together, squeezing and gripping on to one another.

"Mmm," you groan around his teeth. He feels so good, filling you full of him. His thick thighs hitting against the back of yours, the weight of him against you making you safe and warm. Knuckles bruising against your own as you scramble for one another and lock fingers.

His digits on his other hand play with your clit, circling around that buzzing hub of nerves as your thighs shake again, and you can't help but bend forward into the pleasure of it all as it builds.

You feel it at the back of your skull, blooming like a flower with petals unfurling that blind you. "You feels so fucking good, don't stop!" You whine as you hold onto the work bench.

He grips onto your hips and fucks you harder now; thighs now slapping against your ass as he bottoms out continuously, filling the deepest parts of you with him.

Frankie leans over, kissing over your shoulders and neck. You feel his teeth indent and bite as he sucks the skin there. "Fuck, baby." He whines close to your ear. "Want you coming over my cock," he hisses.

"I'm close," you pant.

"I know, I can feel you squeezing me." He smirks as he sucks more of your skin into his mouth like he's starving. "You feel so good, I can barely stand it, baby."

You stand up, pulling from him and turn, sitting on the bench as you wrap your legs around his waist. He pulls you closer to the edge as he slides back into you.

You cling onto his shoulders, your face pressed against his as he fucks deeper and slower. His cock hitting against that spot that makes you dizzy and absolute putty in his hands.

You watch as his belly ripples each time he flexes his hips and you can't help yourself but to reach down and stroke it. He chuckles as you paw at it mesmerised somewhat by it's jiggling.

"You're so fucking sexy, Frankie." You moan as his hand joins yours, guiding it down to your pussy where he makes you stroke your clit for him.

"Not as sexy as you," he says, slipping his tongue back into your hot mouth.

You rub your clit as he thrusts deeper and you're almost there, right on the cusp. Feeling it build and pile up behind your abdomen as your thighs and legs tense and your mind goes hazy.

"Fuck, Frankie!" You wail, your voice escaping under the garage door and into the street.

"Come for me," he says and it's all you need as you burst, gasping out and shuddering as he holds you tightly and fucks you through it. "Baby, come for me."

"Come back to me, Frankie," you gasp clutching onto him.

"I'm coming back to you," he promises again.

"Don't leave me."

"Never."

"I need you back here inside me like this," you croak. "Fucking me like this with your big, thick cock... oh fuck!" You cry out as the wave subsides, leaving you shook and rattling.

"I'm coming back... fuck, I'm coming-" he stutters "I'm-I'm gonna come, baby... shit!"

You feel him tense and then gush, filling you full of warmth as he slows with a choke at the back of his throat. You stroke over his belly again, pinching the sides of his rounded hips gently as he smirks into your hair.

"You really like that, don't you?" Frankie says, watching as you grope his belly fat gently, lovingly.

He's noticed the extra love and worship you show his more wobbly parts these days. And it warms him to know it doesn't put you off. He knows you have hang ups about your own body since giving birth, but he couldn't find you more beautiful; stopping to lavish attention over the jagged lines and stretch marks on your tummy and hips when he goes down on you.

His cock falls from you, dripping his creamy spend onto the garage floor at his feet. You can feel it drip out of you too. He runs his forehead against yours sticky with sweat and hums contentedly into your face.

You kiss his soft, pink lips as you rub his stomach more. "I'm going to miss this the most whilst you're gone," you say with a dreamy smile.

Smiling at you, he knows it'll be alright. He'll make sure of it.

He's coming back to you.

🖤

Spanish Translations:

Te lo juro - I swear

Prometo que voy a volver, hermosa - I promise I'll come back, beautiful

Siempre estás tan lista para mi - You're always so ready for me

FRANKIE'S WAY | MAIN MASTERLIST

#pedro pascal x reader #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales #frankie morales smut #chubby!frankie #triple frontier fic #francisco catfish morales #jett's asks #jett's writing

[little-blurry-stars5]

Dude what image is ur profile banner I NEED it

LMAO i found it on pintrest:

click for better quality, tumblr hates me 😔

the credits to who made it are at the bottom !!

link to the pinterest under cut!!

#jett posts #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya for 2024 #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #asks

[partiallypearl]

*insert you are GAYYYY gif*

#jett tns #jett the next step #ariana tns #ariana the next step #jetiana #ariett #tns fandom we need to decide on a shipname STAT #the next step #thenextstepedit #mila tupy #kate roman #tnsedit #tns #gifs #gif #*mine #wlwsource #listen #hear me out guys #ari trying to hide what she's done from jett and jett finding out and asking how ari could do this to her #jett making ari doing impossible tasks ala jiley in s2 #IT WOULD BE SO GOOD #jett x ariana #ariana x jett

[acewizardinspace]

My brother is a huge transphobe and it is a source of constant arguments between us. Today when I was playing jedi fallen order he attempted to "prove me wrong" by saying, "Wouldn't you hate it if Cal was suddenly trans? That would be ridiculous." My response was of course that I would love it if Cal was revealed as trans in the next game actually, which just pissed him off more.

Anyway, Cal is now trans to me <3

#tw transphobes #transphobia #my brother is an ass #'but trans in which way Jett?' IDK and I don't care #trans girl Cal is perfect. Trans man Cal is also perfect. NB Cal is perfect too. #all Cals are perfects thanks for asking #my reverse uno card is that I would fucking love it if Cal was trans. We need more trans characters! #personal #my posts

[i-am-the-quintessential-queer]

‘Beggin' on my knees

Baby, won't you please

Run your fingers through my hair~’

~❤️~

#queer #lgbtq #genderqueer #stone queer #send me asks #message me #send asks #my face #thicc #btggf #pierced #piercings #septum piercing #eyebrow piercing #dyed hair #joan jett #alt #alternative #grunge #bored #i’m bored #interact #interact with me #tatted #tattoos #mushroom tattoo #moth tattoo #butterfly tattoo

[real-odark]

CAN YOU DRAW RICKY LISTENING TO EITHER WEEZER, LEMON DEMON, OR TALLY HALL IF YOU HAVENT? 🙏🏼

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HERE HE IS WITH WEEZER I LOVE WEEZER!!

#i did a project on them in the third grade #im going to see them live in sept caus i was supposed to see them 4 years ago !! #i love teenage victory song sooo much so i used it for thsi!! #as always thanks for the ask! #ride the cyclone #jett talks (me) #jett art (me) #jett inbox (me) #ricky potts #ocean o'connell rosenberg #musical theatre #theatre #musical #musicals

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The Halloween Update! (since we Mateo Vincent??? MATEO forgot to update the blog.) Part 5

Mateo is the one who is responsible for updating the website but as the last photo is his, allow me to do the honors of updating you with the finale of this... Je ne sais pas, this series? Oui, it seems to be the proper term. Mateo went in as this... hm, how curious. This is... a costume? Really? I thought he was wearing his usual outfit! Madame Ling went in as a nurse—which I was later told that she actually went as Nurse Joy from Pokémon (that surprised me), Kirra went in as Aloy from Horizon Zero Dawn (Sasha a fait un travail incroyable!) And you're telling me that... Mateo wore a costume? This is a costume? Who is he even supposed to be? Himself? The colors don't fit him, he looks so... plain. Mon dieu, what a disaster. I thought he was an architecture student? Why is he—

Quoi merde—Mateo?!

Cabrón, chingas tu madre.You think you can just push me off the computer like that, homie?

The hit was unnecessary, connard!

And so is pushing me off the computer, so now I'm just giving you a taste of your medicine! Take that, tonto!

Why, you—?!?

Yes, me! Go back and work in admin instead of taking care of children since you're so bad at it!

If there's anyone who's deathly bad at something, it's you and your idiotic fashion sense! Why not ask the new babysitter for fashion tips since you obviously need some, asshole!

What?! I don't need fashion advice from him, I'm the reason he dresses that way! I told him how to dress!

Have you told him that you're just as violent as your aunt too?!

(They continued bickering until Sasha put a stop to them both—or, more correctly, Vincent was taken away against his will as Sasha carried him on his shoulder, effectively leaving Mateo to finally do this job.)

Um... Sorry about that. You didn't have to see that, haha.

Anyway! If you ask me, I definitely had a blast at our party! It was just unfortunate that we weren't able to post videos and other photos besides the ones we have with our Little Wonders since we needed consent from the parents and the, well, sitter after party is, um... not really available to be disclosed to the public (let's just say that depressed adults are involved). But enough about that, let's talk about my lil' homies!

First things first, I love Pokémon. I still have my original Gameboy cartridges for Pokemon Blue and Red, I collect the cards, I've played all of them and I have very strong team compositions in all of my games! I thought that maybe the kids would like Pokémon and so I dressed up as one of my childhood heroes—Ash Ketchum! No kidding, I cried so hard when I watched him finally become the world champion from the episode from last year. There's news about the series finally ending, too! So it felt appropriate to give a tribute to my own personal hero.

I was planning to bring my very own 'pokémon' to the party (it was just a bunch of my exotic pets, nothing much) because the kids wanted to see them but I realized that, well, the kids are very rowdy and it would be hard to bring them. So instead I made little pokéballs for everyone!

As for my favorite buddies, I like to think that I'm putting them here because they're fun and chill to hang with! They're absolutely cute, passionate, and adorable, no one can resist these little troublemakers even if they make a mistake.

I absolutely adore Tala's sass and liveliness. She would talk to me about the Filipino telenovelas her moms would watch with her and I love her enthusiasm about learning about her culture this way. She's quite the conversationalist, too, as she never runs out of stories!

Jamie was livid when I gave him the pokéball I made and I know mi hombrecito would appreciate what I gave him. He reminded me of me due to his obsession with the action figure and cartoon character KAY/O. He's quite the lively and imaginative kid and I couldn't be more honored to have a little space in the little guy's head everyday and every night when he falls asleep.

And of course, who's going to forget lil' Sunwoo Byrne? Kid's got a huge appetite, she absolutely loves the sandwiches I made her before! I do think it's cute that both her and Jamie are fans of Pokémon given that they bond over watching cartoons and the like! Makes me feel secure knowing that there are still kids who loved cartoons as much as I did—do, since I still watch them now. They're just fun to be around with, you get me?

And unfortunately I was the last one in this batch. Maybe in the future we'll get to have another one to be included in posts like this? I don't know, but this was certainly fun to write!

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