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secondbeatsongs · 10 months

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Have u ever seen the froot loop flavored pop tarts? they are probably not the level of monstrosity that is exhibited by the other food crimes on this blog, but we saw them at our campus store and decided to try them. The filling tastes like pure, concentrated froot loop(tm) flavor mixed with lemon-scented floor cleaner. Strangely enough, my school counselor liked them, however he is a statistical outlier and should not be counted.

seen them? I've eaten them!

they horrify me on an existential level! back when they were for sale, I consumed two boxes entirely by myself!

I don't ever want to eat them again.

#asks #uncorkedhead #food crimes #pop tarts #they really did taste like incredibly sickly sweet froot loops #in a bad way #and yet #there was something interesting about them #they had pictures printed on them #and that made me like them more I think

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kingofplushies64 · 9 months

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WELCOME HOME SPOILER

Does anyone else wonder what this cereal will taste like?

#welcome home puppet show #welcome home #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #welcome home spoilers #most likely will taste cinnamon toast or apple jacks #or maybe froot loop

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norareweforgiven-if · 2 years

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The Beck cilantro post is going to Haunt me for eternity, thank you

what can i say, they like it on their banh mi.

#answered #anon #ch: beck haworthe #their mom washed their mouth out with soap once #they said it tasted like froot loops

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emkaniff · 6 months

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literally me when someone asks me if I really believe dry vaping is the superior form of weed consumption

#you can get so comfortably high but its pretty hard to get Too high #weed lasts longer #no smoke smell or smoke negative effects #you can put fun stickers on your vape #smell and taste are sooo nice #your vape doesn’t need to taste like froot loop bubblegum sprinkle come with me #i will introduce you to a new world

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strongheartneteyam · 3 months

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𖧷 Headcanons

Neteyam bringing you breakfast in bed ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

(human AU)

Pairing: human!neteyam x female!reader

cw: wholesome fluff, neteyam treating reader so damn right, use of "baby" and "princess", kissing, oral sex (female receiving), brief dirty talk

This was an idea from this cute anon 💕 I hope you enjoy, angel 💌

Not proofread. Sorry but without my glasses I can't do much reading :’(

♡ Neteyam is the kind of boyfriend who is always busy with the many activities he likes to do as he's a very active person (such as his studies, exercising, work, archery classes) + how he's incredibly often taking care of Tuk or just looking over Lo'ak and making sure he doesn't get into too much trouble at school (and also tutoring him because our boy Lo doesn't have big brains, you know?)

♡ Despite his busy schedule, he always makes an effort and ends up finding enough time to be with you and to pamper you with cute dates, gifts such as stuffies and your favorite foods and to have you sleep over at his home (he's got his own apartment now as he's in his early, almost mid twenties)

♡ Last night you two went out to eat pasta in one of your favorite restaurants, one that serves many kinds of pasta, from more traditional ones to ones with seafood on them. You two ate so much, your tummies got big and you both slept like babies once you got to his small but cozy apartment.

♡ You wake up with a tender kiss on your forehead and when you open your eyes, you see Neteyam standing in all his 6’1 glory, smiling and holding a huge tray in his big hands, full of delicious food. You can smell fresh made black coffee - he knows it is your favorite. “Morning, sleepyhead. I'd ask if you're hungry but you always are so…” He steals a joyful laughter from you with this sentence

♡ When you sit down and Neteyam sits next to you, your eyes see how many different foods he brought you. Besides coffee, there's froot loops with milk on a pink bowl (he keeps dishes and spoons etc just for you at his home <3), a croissant, another pink bowl with strawberries, kiwi and banana cut in pieces. There's also slices of cheese and some fried bacon. You smile widely “Baby, you didn't have to spoil me like this!” Neteyam answers “Of course I have to. You're my little princess and I love you.” He gives you a sweet kiss on the lips “I love you more. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.”

♡ Neteyam happily watches you eat and you two talk about trivial stuff and act like a cute couple in love. When you're finished eating all that food, you hear him say: “Now open these legs ‘cause it's my time to eat” You almost choke on the coffee you're drinking. Neteyam takes the tray away and puts it on the nightstand.

♡ You see Neteyam sneaking between your legs, kissing your inner thighs and looking up at you with pervy eyes. His kisses are so good and he looks so fucking sexy that you just can't say “no”.

♡ Neteyam starts taking your panties off while kissing your belly slowly (you slept in only panties and an old cotton t-shirt of his) and when your pussy is exposed to him, he helps you lay down on your back and opens your legs for him. Neteyam laps at your already wet folds with his warm tongue, tasting you. “God, how do you taste so good, baby? I'm addicted to eating you out.” He starts sucking your clit, making you moan in pleasure. You close your eyes and just enjoy the incredibly skilled oral Neteyam is giving you until you're crying in ecstasy and your legs are shaking.

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@criticallybella

@yeosxxx

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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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Texas State Fair

TF 141 + Alejandro going to the Texas State fair with Gigs

Just me on my Crack Head Shit again! Don't take anything seriously

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• After a far too hard of a mission you decided the guys all needed to lay low and get a fun treat- So you took them to your home to stay till their flights back over the pond.

• Back at your home you had them set up in your guest rooms and livingroom.

• Of course treated them with the upmost hospitality you decided to let them have a little fun.

• Starting of course with a hearty breakfast for the bunch

• "Fucking Hell-" Simon grumbled as he saw the damn platters of food. Eggs, Hashbrown, Grits, Biscuits, Pancakes, bacon, sausage, sausage gravy and some fruits you had lying around.

• "This is a scone-" Gaz said as he held the buttermilk biscuit in hand, Earning a hard glare from you.

• "Just eat the dam' thing" You shot back at him with a glare, the man grumbling before taking a bite and freezing.

• A hint of a smile going over his lips as he finished off the pastry quickly-

• Fucking thought so-

• Each one of them tucking into the hearty breakfast at hand and clearly had favorites.

• Alejandro enjoyed the hashbrowns with over easy eggs

• Price enjoying the grits quite a bit with scrambled

• Gaz dogging out the Biscuits and Gravy.

• Soap ate his stack of Pancakes in delight along side the mountain of Aunt Jemima syrup

• And Simon ate essentially everything but you noticed he liked to make sandwiches with his food using the biscuits.

• "Alright boys, ready to be tourist today?"

• You say cheerfully and watch their eyes get big-

• This was going to be fun - For you

• Maybe lucky was just on your side but you'd taken them to the Texas State Fair. Getting them civilian clothes from Walmart which they had a trip going through.

• Ending up at the Fair after a nice drive in your old truck you smile as the guys get hit with the wave of people and games laid before them. It was absolutely massive

• Deciding to just get the christening over with you take them to the Pits- Getting them to try that years contestants and pit masters specialties from each stall.

• Them almost losing their minds when they saw the prices-

• You of course needing to flex your home so it wasn't a problem as you handed them the paper plates.

• Simon took a peice of the meat and slipped it under his mask first. You see his eyes widen at the taste as he continued to pick through the damn thing at quick speeds. The rest following suite.

• Price Having a damn good time with the smoked sausages as he acted like he hadnt had breakfast. Even if you knew the poor old man would have some heartburn after this.

• Drifting through the fair you showed them all the fusions in for the big contest- which had defiently been hit or miss by your guys standards.

• Alejandro speaking to some stall members as they gave him some stuff to try free and trying different fusions of some things he grew up on.

• A Froot Loop Shrimp doing Gaz in as he damn near lost his Breakfast and BBQ after a bite.

• The favorites among the men being a smothered Torta which they all demolished.

• Which you were greatful for since your wallet was defiently starting to burn-

• Soaps eyes however handed on the Funnel Cake stand and you of course bought him one.

• Soap had the biggest sweet tooth out of the bunch and looked at the Funnel Cake like it was the second coming of God.

• "Ay Fuc ya thats good-" Soap said as he took a bite of the Funnel Cake and gave laugh. You could practically see the sugar rush setting into the Scotsman.

• After a few hours of running you get to the drink stands, Deciding some liquor was in order.

• "Bitc' about it an I'll clock y'u" You warned pointedly at them. Which made him shut up and drink the beers provided.

• From some shots, to Margaritas and then of course a river of beer ready for you all.

• " 'merican Beer is disgustin" Soap grumbled as he looked at the light colored liquid set infront of him by you.

• After the drinks, the alcohol clearly getting to the men as they went to play some games.

• Releasing highly trained soldiers out to kiddy Fair games was probably the worse decision ever- Like setting a Olympian to a athletic competition.

• Winning time and time again each game, getting the biggest prizes or even cash at times.

• By the end of night the men were full and ready to sleep for the next 3 days. You driving them all the way back to your home and smiling as you saw the pile of hardened soilders passed out in the back of your truck like children.

• Sharp shooting, Darts, Ring Ross, Test of Strength-

• Every. GOD. DAMN. GAME.

• By the end each man had a clear plastic bag full to the brim with shit and most was offered to you. The giant bull stuffed animal as big as you being as much evidence-

• This leading to more drinks of course-

• When the rides came however they were well drunk- You feeling like you were watching a group of 6ft+ Toddlers wreck havoc over the fair as they dragged their prizes and went on Faris wheels and mini rides.

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garaks-padded-bra · 3 months

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I absolutely adore your ds9 scribbles and desperately want the IT'S A FAKE one printed and mounted above my desk, so I can stare at it instead of tinkering away at my meaningless and deeply unsatisfying day job.

The question: Do you sell prints anywhere??

Or if you want I can like, I guess, print it out myself and throw money in your general direction?

Very happy to do literally all the legwork here, very probably during work hours. I just need this in my life.

THANK YOU YOU'RE GREAT XO

I get a LOT of people asking if i make any prints or stickers etc — i really want to but i genuinely have no experience with merch. I will soon enough but if anyone has any recommended methods (kinda like redbubble i guess??) Id appreciate it. That bottom text looks like it would taste like froot loops and it is distracting me terribly btw. (thank you so much youre greater!!)

Feel free to print it in the meantime and dont worry about paying, im just happy you like it enough to ask:D

#ds9 #star trek

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libraryofloveletters · 4 months

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Sweet Like Candy

Paulo Dybala x Fem!Reader

Warnings: teacher!reader, candy shopping, paulo thinks you're insane, gross flavoured candy canes, some giggles and one slightly dirty thought from paulo if you squint.

Word Count: 715

Author's Note: paulo just has the vibe that he has never has a candy cane and he would give the best ratings lmao so here we are.

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You had started making holiday treat bags for your class with the help of your boyfriend, who seems to be puzzled by the long curved candy you put in the bags.

As a teacher, you vouch to do all the things that you saw on Pinterest with your class.

Hence why you were at the store, in the midst of all the Christmas madness, shopping for candies and treats to put into little loot bags for your students.

Your boyfriend, Paulo, followed you around the store, pushing the shopping cart. "What about these?" He asks, holding up a pack of Christmas themed erasers.

"Those are so cute," you smiled, "get a few packs." You were picking up some pencils and little stickers you'd put into the bags for them.

The shopping cart was already overflowing with things that you and Paulo didn't need, but picked up anyways, along with all of the stuff that you had picked up for your students. You make your way over to the candy aisle and pick up a few packs of lollipops and Hershey kisses before you turn to the giant wall of candy canes.

"Why are they shaped like that?" He asks you and you glance over at him, the man leaning on the cart. "Like what?"

"Like that," he says, picking up a pack. "Candy canes," he reads the package, turning it over to read the back.

"Why are you looking at it like that? You've never seen a candy cane before?"

"I mean yeah, but I never tried it." He says, tossing the pack in the car, he assumed you wanted them for your students. You mirror his actions, picking up a few packs and setting them into the cart for your students.

It finally hit you what your boyfriend had just said.

"You've never tried a candy cane?!" You look at the man, utter surprise on your face.

Paulo shrugs, "I've been busy baby, what can I say?"

"Okay so make time, we're trying some tonight."

He nods, watching as your fingers waved over the shelves as if you were looking for something. You picked out a few different picks for him to try; peppermint, sour patch, Froot Loops, Oreos, and pickles.

"Pickles?" His nose wrinkles, "I'm throwing up already."

You laughed, "you need at least one gross flavour, it's a must."

It takes you a bit to get home but when you finally do, you unwrap the boxes of candy canes, taking one of each flavour out.

"Ready?" You ask him, getting him a glass of water before sitting with him on the couch. Paulo looks at you, holding back his laugh - you were taking this very seriously.

"As ready as I could ever be, babe."

You handed him the candy cane, he'd taste it, put a rating down and then take a sip of water before you repeated the process five times. It took him a bit of rearranging, and some double tasting before he finally settled on his official rating.

"Okay, let's hear it," you tell him, breaking off a piece from the peppermint one and sucking on it. Paulo watches you for a moment, lost in thought.

"Paulo?" you waved your hands in front of his face, chuckling. "Don't be dirty right now. I still need your help with the bags."

"Oh yeah, right." He smiles, cheeks flushed a bit red before he takes a sip of water. "The official ratings are pickles in 5th place, Froot Loops in 4th, sour patch in 3rd, Oreos in 2nd and the winner is peppermint."

"Really? I thought you liked the sour patch flavour more than the Oreo."

"I did but then it left a weird taste in my mouth so Oreo took over as second place."

You nod, picking out a few of the candy canes for him. "Here," you hand them for you, "I'll pick up another box when I go to the store over the weekend, now come help me put these together."

Paulo sits across from you as you unwrap the things to put into the bags, he does his own unwrapping; undoing the plastic packaging on 3 of the candy canes and sticking them in his mouth at once.

"Paulo!" you laughed, "you can't do that, one at a time babe."

He smiles, holding all 3 of the candy canes as he shrugs. You shake your head, thinking to yourself that he's not that much further off than your students.

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #paulo dybala #paulo dybala x reader #paulo dybala x you #paulo dybala x y/n #football #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football imagine #football blurb

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drgarrisonandpaul · 7 months

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The Sternritter Kitchen

The thing that has been in my brain for a while

Quilge - He doesn't like bringing drinks to his room because he has a paranoid fear of spilling, so you can see him hanging out for like 2 hours in the morning while he drinks his coffee. Probably sitting cross-legged at the table

Askin - He also sits around while he drinks his coffee, except the coffee is an excuse to sit around and listen to all the gossip and drama. Also he has, like, 2 cups a day, one in morning and the other in the afternoon. If you catch him cooking anything, stick around, it's gonna be bougie and its gonna have some kind of cheese sauce

Mask - He pops in to make himself a sandwich then fucks back off to his personal gym (or the Sternritter theater) to watch movies and hang out with James. The big boy does interact with the other Sternritters, and he does appreciate their company, but James is his number 1 priority. ...unless there's a fight going on, then he's gonna stay and watch

Nanana - This man savors his food and refuses to take it into his room, so he will very much be sitting around relaxing during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sure, he's into the gossip, but he moreso loves the SMELL of the kitchen. Especially when Askin is cooking

Uryu - ... there's a kitchen?

Giselle - As previously mentioned, she likes to sit in the kitchen and threaten people with her Funko Pops, however she will also pretend that the Funko Pops are the ones cooking if she decides to make anything and will, in fact, blame them if it doesn't come out great. She's a surprisingly good baker and likes making grape-flavored things

Meninas - Why would she waste her time with the kitchen when she can be off petting the Sternritter cats or dunking on people in CoD?

Candice - Can be found scowling while making herself protein shakes at various times throughout the day while trying to be healthy and can be found eating Giselle's baked goods at night because they're too good to pass up

Liltotto - Leans on the wall in the hall just outside of the kitchen to catch the gossip as it leaves. If Askin is cooking, he'll sometimes just kinda- hold the spoon in the air beside himself and wait for her mouth to come stretchin in to taste what he's making, at which point you'll hear, from just outside the kitchen "tastes nice. needs more pepper-"

Gremmy - Banned from the kitchen because he tried being "creative" and made mustard gas

Äs Nödt - Slips out of his room solely for Askin's cooking (or sometimes to steal sandwich ingredients from Mask) like a little mouse, then promptly goes back to his room

Jugram - Though it was his money that decorated and remodeled the kitchen in the first place, he is banned from it because he "ruins the vibe" as Quilge and Bazz-B put it

Ryūken - ... there's a kitchen? Pt. 2

Bazz-B - He makes Oatmeal Raisin cookies and they are the only good Oatmeal Raisin cookies in the world. Other than that? He's probably eating someone else's leftovers, especially if he knows that they were looking forward to said leftovers

Bambietta - Is the reason that the kitchen had to be remodeled. Isn't banned because she's the one who cooks when Askin doesn't feel like it. If something she's making has chicken in it? You BEST BELIEVE it's gonna be bangin. And Mask and James are first in line at her BBQs

Yhwach - Banned from the kitchen for ruining the vibe. Before he was banned, he hyped everyone up for his "famous lasagna recipe" and it was the worst lasagna the kitchen has ever seen. Being forced to eat it just to make him happy was an unpleasant experience and the whole ordeal is probably the REAL reason he was banned

Robert Accutrone - He is the reason there is a whole cabinet JUST for cereal. Rob is a cereal fiend, if he can get his hands on it, it's gone. Especially if it's somethin fruity like Froot Loops, Apple Jacks, etc.

BG9 - Doesn't eat. Doesn't need to be in the kitchen. Visits once every few days to listen in on the new drama. There is a picture somewhere in the kitchen of him making breakfast for everyone with a whisk taped to one of his wrists for "maximum efficiency" (he makes amazing omelets)

Cang Du - He doesn't care who's cooking, it's all the same to him, he's gonna swoop in to steal a plate and then go back to the definitely serious business he was doing no matter what it is, who made it, or what time of day it is. The only time he didn't steal a plate of something was during the "Yhwach's Lasagna" fiasco and everyone has been accusing him of being a double-agent ever since because HOW DID HE KNOW?! (because he could smell its failure from a mile away)

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christinesficrecs · 1 month

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Hi Christine, I know this is a long shot but long story short - lost my saves file a while ago and cannot find many of most favourite fics, I have countless quotes saved from them. I am sharing some with you in hopes people recognise the fics they're from if you post this. I will love you forever.

Derek’s first kiss in four years tastes like fresh-squeezed orange juice and makes his stomach flip like the drop in a rollercoaster. Stiles holds him close like he’s thanking him.

About the summer he spent in Ireland because there were pictures of his mom posed in various tourist sites at Dublin and Dingle and the Giant’s Causeway--places that he wanted to experience personally since he never got to ask her first-hand.

Derek looked at him for a moment, and wow, okay, this was why people wrote songs about love and painted pictures and wrote poetry, because he was pretty sure that he was falling in love with Derek Hale if only because of the guy's beautiful eyes and earnest expressions and his everything. God.

In some ways Stiles has done a lot of growing up since then, but a part of him thinks he’ll always be that scrawny, ridiculous kid at heart, whose greatest joys in life were Froot Loops, cheesy disco tunes, and masturbation.

Stiles gets back from his year abroad in Hungary with more muscles and the first of his tattoos, a knotted rope that runs the length of his spine.

Hey, Derek, can you do me a solid? Nothing serious, just, you know, screw my brains out, that’s all.

He meets Stiles’ gaze from where he's leaning against the back wall, his eyes catching glints of light amid the shadows. Certain people are just meant to live under the open sky.

Whatever he says afterwards, whatever happens between them, there will always be this, the long late afternoon with the sun skidding red in the west, and he will always know what Stiles looked like the first time someone filled him up to the hilt. There are no acrobatics. Nothing fancy happens. Derek feels like the ocean breaking helplessly on the shore, the tide rising, spilling him over.

there’s something about the shape of him, the way he’s huge and solid and beautiful and always thirty seconds away from admitting total defeat that rubs Stiles raw and tender.

“People are so exhausting,” he murmurs, and Stiles is glad to know it: that he isn’t people, that he counts as a kind of between places, maybe even as home.

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#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #dumpaesthetic #lost fic

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gloryofroses19 · 2 years

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Midnight Memories

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fiancée!reader

T/W: Allusions to sex

“You should wear this and only this,” was the first thing [y/n] said as she came upon her fiancé in the kitchen. Bradley Bradshaw had the body and confidence to pull off anything. Laughing to herself, the future Mrs. Bradshaw mused how that apparently extended to her stolen worn out college t-shirt and a pair of hideous heart decorated pink satin boxers.

Putting his bowl of cereal on the countertop, Bradley shimmed his body for her with utter abandonment. They had parted in their bedroom after testing if the bath could in fact fit two people. With science and his fiancée satisfied, Bradley left [y/n] in the bedroom as he went in search of clothes and found this outfit. His things were haphazardly packed and dispersed among various incorrectly labeled boxes. He had claimed it was because of the two detachments and their wedding being a month away, but he knew [y/n] had her doubts.

“Should I be jealous that you’re wearing an ex’s present?” [y/n] asked with a raised eyebrow as Rooster took a bite of his Froot Loops.

“They’re actually a gift from my mom.” Pausing to take another bite, [y/n] took the opportunity to move in closer. “Carole Bradshaw always loved a bargain and thought these discount Valentines boxers were a necessary purchase.”

“Well clearly, have you seen your ass?” Punctuating her statement, [y/n] placed a loving smack to his ass.

Abandoning his spoon, Bradley gave her a warning smile before he picked her up and placed her on the countertop. Slotting himself between her awaiting thighs, Bradley took in their shared surroundings. Their starter home was a three-bedroom ranch style house with a deck and large backyard in San Diego. Though overrun with boxes due to the late arrival of furniture, it already felt like home.

Looking at the mantle, Bradley felt tears rush to his eyes at the intermingling of their photos. He felt the familiar rush of love for [y/n] because of the care she took to organize it. She gave each photo the proper care and attention as if to show gratitude to people who got them to this point in their life. Even going as far to put the last photo he took with Maverick. Although not visible, it was still there like the influence Maverick still had on his life despite their Cold War. The mantle was completed by the center display case. Inside the display case was the F-18 his father gave to him before he died. For their one-year anniversary, [y/n] had it repainted and fixed after the years of wear and tear. He appreciated how she understood his sentimentality towards the object that reminded him of his father and helped foster his dreams and the man he was today.

Noticing the mist overtake Bradley’s chocolate eyes, [y/n] wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders. “You okay?” Playing with the baby hairs at the base of his skull, [y/n] watched as he blinked the tears away.

Breaking his revelry, Bradley turned his attention to his love. “Yeah, just thinking about how much I love you.”

Returning her own sentiment of love, [y/n] then wrapped her legs around his waist drawing him nearer. “Our kitchen chairs are the only furniture we do have, you know.”

“Yeah, but you’d be so far away and then I can’t do this.” With a flash of a boyish grin, Bradley crashed his lips into [y/n]’s. His tongue slips inside mouth, gentle but demanding but [y/n] does little to stop him and instead smiles at the remnant taste of sugary cereal on Bradley's tongue.

Breaking too soon for her liking, [y/n] chased Bradley’s lips. Allowing her to brush her lips against his, Bradley mumbled the song lyrics that had been swimming in his mind. “I was a lost boy when I met you.”

Because he was a lost boy when they met. He was proud of his career in the Navy, despite an unexpected beginning resulting in four years spent at UVA and a poli-sci degree. He worked his way up from a petty officer to a naval aviator. A lieutenant that graduated top of his class at Top Gun by his own merits with hopes that he made his parents proud. But Bradley found it hard to find a place to land safely after his only remaining family member betrayed him.

That is until he met [y/n]. He knew [y/n] was always going to be there to welcome him back and love him, even when an ocean apart. It’s why he chose this home for them. Bradley was forever grateful for [y/n]’s support in his career despite knowing how his constant leaving was hard for them both. He chose this home for its location with the knowledge that one day he would happily retire as a father and become a Top Gun instructor. Close to the San Diego naval base and a two-hour drive from Top Gun, he could be home to see his future wife and child before they’d outgrow it because of the baseball team worth of children he planned to have.

In recognition of the song, [y/n] knotted her fists in his shirt and pulled him harder against her. The action caused Bradley to groan softly, low in his throat. He continued to kiss her, each time with increasing urgency, cupping her face between his burning hands. [y/n] had first played this song for him the night of their first date. Stealing his AUX cord after they returned to the car, wet and out of breath from playing in the surf, [y/n] promised him a band that she knew he would love. And she was right. The synthwave music of The Midnight became the playlist for his nostalgia for 1980’s music, car ride sing-a-longs and shared listening parties with [y/n] when separated.

Between shuddering breaths, [y/n] breathily asked. “Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“Show me the way home, honey.” With the taste of her still on his lips, Bradley secured his arms around her thighs and walked them down the hallway to their bedroom.

A/N: Fun fact, ever since writing my first Bradley work, I’ve tried (and failed) to incorporate The Midnight's music because I just know he would love them. Thank you again to everyone who's still reading my work!

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#bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun imagine #top gun maverick x reader

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ladykissingfish · 8 months

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*at the breakfast table*

Deidara: Oi, Hidan? Is the milk expired or something?

Hidan: *opens the fridge and checks it out* No; this shit’s good for two more weeks. Why?

Deidara: I dunno, hm; I think maybe my tastebuds are off. I tried a bowl of Froot Loops and they tasted like air freshener, so I poured some of these Cocoa Puffs instead and it’s like they’re made of cardboard, hm.

Hidan: *takes the Cocoa Puff box and puts a few into his hand, then pops into his mouth*

Hidan: Blehhhh, you’re right! This shit’s nasty! We need to tell Konan to stop shopping at whatever store she got these from.

Itachi, coming in and sitting at the table: It has nothing to do with Konan; that’s Kakuzu’s doing.

Deidara: What do you mean?

Itachi: I’m surprised you two haven’t caught on yet. Kakuzu keeps the name-brand boxes but he fills them with the generic, dollar-store knockoff brand of the cereals. He’s been doing this for awhile now; he just whites-out the expiration dates on the boxes and writes in new ones so that you think they’re different.

Hidan: …. What in the fuck?!

Deidara: You’re just messing with us, right??

Itachi: Afraid not. That’s not even the worst part, though. Those boxes sitting up there? He got those out of a neighbor’s garbage can two years ago.

Hidan and Deidara:

Hidan: What the hell else has that cheap old bastard been cheating us on?!

Itachi: Well, you know that heavy-duty “surgical thread” that he used to sew your arms back on, Dei? Dental floss. Some of it pre-used.

Deidara: … is THAT why I’ll suddenly think I smell mints when I lift my arms?!

Itachi: And Hidan. You know that “really expensive” cologne he got you for your birthday last year? The one you wear all the time? It’s —

Hidan: Actually, I don’t really want to know. But it sure does explain the weird dreams and double-vision I have after I wear it for a day. Well, that and the urge to consume human flesh …

Itachi and Deidara:

Thank yoooou @amikotsu for giving me yet another funny idea to work with 😊💙

#kakuzu #happy birthday to the ninja world’s most lovable cheapskate 🖤🥳#hidan #itachi uchiha #deidara #such a craving for Cocoa Puffs now 🤤#the akatsuki #name brand vs generic

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twiixr4kidz · 1 year

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MORE NAMELESS GHOUL HEADCANONS

:3 (there are going to be so many parts to this series)

swiss has a gummy bear problem. it's gotten to the point where it'll be all he eats for days

cumulus's skin tastes like froot loops

aether sneezes really fucking loud and it scares the shit out of dew every single time

mountain absolutely loves sandwiches of all kinds

rain once did a handstand for so long his nose started bleeding and his arms were cramping and mountain literally had to knock him down

aether can float in midair

sunshine makes breakfast for the ghouls in the morning (but sometimes she doesn't even actually make breakfast, she just goes to starbucks or dunkin because she's too tired)

all of the ghouls refer to dew as the most HORRENDOUS nicknames

he is the pathetic little meow meow. he is the skrunkly scrimblo. he is the beloved shithead.

cirrus bites the skin around fingernails

swiss is afraid of heights

whenever rain yawns, he makes sure to do it obnoxiously loud

if you put rain, sunshine, cirrus, and cumulus in one room together, they will become the giggliest of bitches

swiss watches south park

cumulus collects socks with silly patterns on them (her favorite pair has dinosaurs on them)

OMG SPEAKING OF SHE'S ALSO OBSESSED WITH DINOSAURS like she cannot believe they're real, nor can she believe that she's walking the same earth that they were on

she collects all things dinosaurs and she can and will go on rants about the different eras and all the different creatures

the ghouls all have fangs, and they all bite each other a lot (and for literally no reason) which means they're all covered in each other's bite marks

they are all unconventionally affectionate to each other

there was this one time papa had let the ghouls have a day where they could do whatever they wanted, so they ended up going to a cute little parade and - you'll never guess what happened - they all decided to join in

they totally weren't supposed to, but they were all having the time of their lives

#rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #sunshine ghoul #cirrus ghoul #cumulus ghoul #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul headcanons #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc

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slenderman-mom · 2 months

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how tea taste like froot loop

Earl Gray.

#Flashbacks to a Danny Phantom comic.

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bawlbrayker · 9 months

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This weeks @galladrabbles prompt ‘Perseverance’ came from @twinklyylights , and it was a fun one for me because we all know how easily they wear each other down!

My 2nd Galladrabble. 🥴 Inspired by @imnotbrokenimme because blowies are $currency$

“C’mon Mickey, just a taste”.

Mickey scowls, grabbing the box of off-brand froot-loops from the table and a bowl, and takes a swig of budget orange juice from the bottle.

“Fuck off Gallagher, you cant make me eat that cardboard shit”.

“Please? I’ll give you a blowjob?”

“You’ll give me a blowjob even if I say no, so… no”.

“Ok, I’ll give you a blowjob and I’ll do that thing you like” raising his eyebrows suggestively, knowing perseverance is key.

“Ugh, fine!!” Mickey says, as he pours some Healthy Oats-O into his bowl and drowns it with pancake syrup.

#mickey milkovich #mickey likes it sweet #mickey does it his way #gallavich #galladrabbles #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #shameless #no84

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hystericfae · 16 days

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WHAT KINDA FROOT LOOPS ARE YOU EATING THAT TASTE LIKE THAT ?????

GIRL HAVE YOU HAD FROOT LOOPS? I WAS LOOKING IT UP and SO many other people said yeah it tastes like froot loops so obviously I was like no way. Uhm no this is exactly what a bowl of froot loops taste like 😩

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