#time flies. holy cow

[sidfox]

BATIM is 6 now WHERE DID THE TIME GO??!!

#time flies holy cow #batim #bendy and the ink machine #bendy #doodle

[sketchy-crafts-4130]

Congrats on being the first person within my around about 7 to 8 years being on tumblr to send me a strange/weird ask! Thank you kindly for the potassium

#this also made me realize holy cow ive been using tumblr for 8 something years now wow #my main account ahould be right round the age at least #i know this one was made most likely around 4 to 5 years ago #oh jeez #oh man how the time fucking flies!!!

[danzinora-switch]

Can you typing Mickey and April please🙏

Ah yes, my long overdue Part 4.

Mikey is still definitely on my To-Do list. In fact, he's sitting up near the top right now.

April, and maybe Splinter I won't promise at this time because of how long it's taking me to get to Mikey :P

(But April's totally an ENTJ enneagram 8)

#rottmnt #typing update #i am like #2 years overdue on Mikey I know #genuinely #I am surprised that it's been 2 years holy cow #time flies

[ttearsofthekingdom]

Here's my "progress" after last night. I'm four-days-behind-being-behind! This is advanced lateness....but at least its in character, right?

#around hyrule in 100 days #and i have 79 days left #holy cow time flies

[whxre-bxby]

i luv your writes so much! I haven't been able to read many fics these past weeks bc of work life ugh but im catching up AND LET ME TELL U YOUR FICS DON'T DISAPPOINT!!! (LIKE UR SMUTTY ONES HOLY COW🐄)

ANYWAY HAV A GOOD NIGHT HOHOHOHUHUHUHUUHEHEHE *FLIES AWAY*

i may or may not hav sent this while high ssshhhg

PLZ- glad you're feeling happy lmao

"Comfort of your Body"

Recom Mansk x Human f. Y/N

(Saw someone post these ducks and it's amazing)

A/N: it's getting way too warm and summery for my liking

Masterlist

Summary: Injured and tired Mansk returns to Bridgehead after the final battle. He finds his girlfriend Y/N in his room, waiting for him and needs her to distract him from the horrible mission. (1K special request from @emzerdoo)

WARNINGS: SMUT, fluff, angst, death, injuries, sub Mansk, dom Y/N, edging, blowjob, penetration, breeding kink, size difference

Word Count: 4415 (a bit shorter, I have so much to write)

Today’s mission had been exceptionally brutal for the recoms. Not that the mission had changed. They still had to hunt down and kill Jake Sully. But today, most of them didn’t make it back home. 

Mansk was one of the three who had survived today. Quaritch and Lyle had made it out of the battle alive too, but everyone was in a bad condition. 

Flying back on the Ikran was almost impossible because the Marines were so terribly exhausted. They had to wait a few hours for an aircraft to come and get them. 

Returning to base, they were all ordered to go to the medical centre immediately. Lyle needed it the most because he had a concussion after his rough fall on deck. Quaritch needed rest and quite frankly so did Mansk. That’s why Mansk refused to stay in the emergency room. He was too tired and still too shocked by the near-death experience that he couldn’t be around people now. He just needed his quiet, his bed and you. 

Before going to your room which was all he really wanted to do, he forced himself to go to the showers first. Every step of the way pained him and while under the water he was getting flashbacks of almost drowning in the wreckage. The memories made it difficult for him to stand still. The wounds as well. He hissed and flinched when the water came in contact with his open and fresh injuries until he couldn’t bare it anymore. He wanted to collapse into his bed and have you by his side because in what he thought were his last moments, he had to face the likelihood of never seeing you again. 

He had found some fresh clothes for himself which he put on while holding the blood-stained gear of today in his right hand. Mansk limped through the now eerily quiet hallways of the recom dorms. They were quiet now. Usually, the team would be constantly walking through them but now he was alone. There was no team. The remaining bits of it were suffering in the medical rooms. 

Finally, he reached his door. He stopped in front of it, leaning against the doorframe in an attempt to gather himself. 

Whenever he would leave for a mission he would have to leave you behind. To comfort yourself, you found it helpful waiting in his room rather than yours. Not only was it bigger to fit him, but it smelled like him and he would often find you asleep in his bed when he would return. 

Today, I couldn’t sleep. Something felt off as I waited for my boyfriend Mansk to return. I was in his bed, sitting upright while I hugged his pillow and stared at the door. My eyes find the electronic clock which showed me that it was past midnight. The time worried me more. Mansk was never this late. They always returned before 9 or 10 pm so that everyone would be fit for the next day. 

The uncertain and uneasy concern was eating me alive as I waited for hours. Dreadful thoughts filled me, making me worry about whether something had happened to him. Maybe he was hurt or maybe he wasn’t even alive. Perhaps they were looking for him and that’s why it took the recom’s so long or perhaps none of them had made it back… 

I too had noticed, how quiet the hallway outside his room was. No one in his squad had returned. It made me sick to my stomach to think about what could have happened. 

My eyes occasionally teared up and I would bury my face into the pillow from time to time and inhale his scent. If I tried hard enough, it would seem like he was here with me. 

Suddenly I heard faint shuffling in the hall and it stopped right outside my door. For a few moments, there was just silence. 

Then I saw the door handle move and my heart stopped beating in anticipation. 

To my relief, Mansk stepped into the room and I noticed how his eyes searched for me. His body visibly relaxed when he saw me sitting on his bed. But he looked clearly exhausted and weakened.

“Mansk-” I say, immediately getting up and hurriedly walking over to him. His stressed gaze softened when he saw me and his ears drooped in relaxation as he gently nudged the door closed before kneeling down in front of me. 

We were roughly the same height now that he was on the ground and once he opened his large arms to me, I threw myself at him and buried my face in his shoulder while we hugged.

Mansk tightly wrapped his arms around me, holding me as close as possible to him. One of his hands rose and he cradled the back of my head. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck and kept it there for a few moments, inhaling my scent which would comfort him while I refused to unwrap my arms from around his neck. 

He was alive and okay. And mainly, we were together. 

After a few minutes, we slowly pull away from the hug but we don’t let each other go. I look up at him and he’s looking at me with watery eyes filled with sorrow, while his hands hold my body and caress my cheek.  

“I was worried…” I whisper, placing my smaller hand on top of his one which was resting on my cheek. We gaze at each other, never seeming to want to look away. 

“Me too…” he softly answered and I noticed how gruff his voice was even through the whisper. He must have been shouting a lot. 

“Are you okay?” I ask, scanning over him with worry in my eyes. 

He hesitates to answer for a second before he tenses and nods. “Yeah.” he breathily says. I can tell he only means physically okay even though I can see lots of scratches and bruises. 

“Oh, Mansk…” I sigh, cupping his cheeks into my palms. Seeing him so distraught made my heart break. His tired and sad eyes meet mine again and feel how his fingers tremble. 

“I’m so happy you’re here.” he whispers, pulling my head to his so that our foreheads are pressing against each other. I small smile forms on my lips and I hold onto him again while he calms down in my presence. 

“I’m happy to see you too.” I reply, softly. My hands gently hold him and I kiss him on the cheek before we look at each other again. 

“Let me take care of you.” 

His tired eyes open slightly wider than before and his ears perk forwards, granting me his attention. That offer sounds so good to him, Mansk can’t help but nod.

I take his large hand into both of mine and he slowly gets up and off the ground, following me to his bed. My plan is to relax him so that he could fall asleep easier. 

Mansk was a strong man, no doubting that. That applied to him both physically and emotionally. But this lifestyle takes a toll on everyone and it has its side effects. He would often become disassociated from reality and would be completely submerged in his thoughts. The thoughts and memories often haunted him, not letting him forget the gruesome images he has seen. That is also why Mansk would struggle to fall and stay asleep. Sometimes he would lay in bed for hours without being able to close his eyes properly. And even if he would manage to fall asleep due to exhaustion, he would dream of those burdening things and therefore never wakes up well rested. 

It really isn’t fair on him, so you try your best to help ease his problems. He once told you that your presence at night helps him sleep and stay calm. So sleeping in his room has become a pleasant and regular experience. 

Mansk sat down on the side, his soft gaze not leaving me as he watched me guide him. I could see through the faint smile on his lips that he was thankful. 

“Take them off, please.” I say with a smile, pointing at his sweatpants and top. Mansk listened without hesitation, removing his clothes so that he is only left in his underwear. This wasn’t the first time I would help him relax so he roughly knew how I liked to do it. Usually, I massage and worship his body in a way that has him drifting off to sleep. Small, gentle touches ease his pain and let him forget everything except for him and me. 

In the end, I lay on him and we fall asleep together.

Mansk enjoys being close to you and feeling your warm skin pressed against his. Ever since he met you, he’s been feeling better all around. His nights aren’t as long and torturous and his days are brighter. He’s told you before, even if you wave it off, he knows he wouldn’t have been able to hold on and stay strong for as long as he is if he were alone. 

Mansk lay down on the bed, letting his heavy head fall back into the soft pillow. The rest of his body weakly slumped into the mattress. 

He was looking forward to seeing you all day, he would have been all fidgety and antsy if he weren’t so tired. 

I climb onto the bed with him and straddle his waist with a smile on my face. I hovered above his upper waist because otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to reach his face. He was already melting against me. I loved how easily I could maneuvre him. 

My hands trailed up and down his torso, making small shivers erupt from him. The size difference between us made things more interesting and apparently my small hands felt nice. He just needed small and gentle touches so I traced his stripes and drew circles around the small specks of luminescent light in his pretty blue skin. 

Occasionally, my eyes would return to scan over his face and when I notice that his eyes are fluttering closed and his breathing is faint, I feel better about what I’m doing. His body was still and not a single muscle was strained or tense. 

I felt such love for him I couldn’t hold back on worshipping him more, so I leaned forward and started placing gentle kisses along his torso. I don’t usually do this so it took Mansk by surprise and his eyes opened to watch me before he lay his head back and hummed in approval. His eyes close once more so he can focus on the feeling but the darkness brings back the distressing images of his mission. Quickly, they open once more and I notice the small jump and the fast action. 

I stop and sit up, looking at him in worry. Was he in pain or did I do something to make him flinch?

“Are you alright?” I ask, placing a palm on his chest to comfort him. Mansk inhales deeply before sighing and rubbing his eye. 

“Yeah- sorry.” his quiet and tired voice replies. 

“Don’t apologise.” I say, scooting closer and rubbing a soothing circle over his tattoo. He nods a little, running the hand over his face and taking a deep breath. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, leaning onto him. 

I notice his sad eyes staring at the ceiling before they meet mine. 

“No…” he whispers. Mansk wasn’t the person to talk about things. I told him it was unhealthy and he really was getting better, but I knew that there were certain things he has to go through that he prefers not to tell me. Mainly so that I don’t have to be burdened by the violent images like he is. 

I stay quiet for a while, thinking about what to do but then Mansk breaks the silence. 

“I just- I need to think about somethin’ else.” he says, tilting his head to lock eyes with me. I tilt mine to the side, wondering what he means. 

“I want to think about you.” Mansk adds and his words surprise me. I catch on to what he’s saying. He wants to be distracted by me, from his mission. 

“If it will make you feel better…” I say, leaning forward so that my face is above his. 

“It will.” he reassures me, raising a hand and soothingly cupping my face. “Please.” 

I can’t say no when he begs and asks so nicely. A smile forms on my lips, informing him that I’m agreeing to his plea. His hand suddenly grows firm on my cheek and his long fingers reach the back of my head. He then pulls my face down to his and presses our lips together. 

It had been a few days since I saw him last, so I missed the warm feeling of his kiss. 

Mansk was eager to continue it, not wanting it to end. I understood that this helped him forget his worries so I wanted it to last longer too. 

My hands once again roamed his chest and I started tracing my fingers over his muscles, slowly reaching his abs. I broke the kiss to move lower down his body so that I could kiss his flexed and toned stomach. He wasn’t happy about the loss of contact but he let me do what I wanted. 

My lips softly pressed against his skin, making his breathing hitch as he watched me work my way down his huge torso. I smiled up at him before sticking the tip of my tongue out and trailing it over his ab muscles which tensed even more at the touch. 

I took my time, wanting him to know I appreciated him. While focusing on his slim waist, I sit back on him and my movements faltered for a second when I hear Mansk whimper. My eyes shoot up to his face and I notice the faint blush on his cheeks and the way his ears wilt to the sides. Then I look back at me, noticing I sat on his crotch. A grin paints my face and I grind down against him, watching him suck in a swift breath through clenched teeth. I can also feel him slowly hardening under me. 

“Aw, you feeling good?” I ask him in a teasing manner. He nods, staring at my lower half that’s sitting on him. 

“Please, Y/N.” he breathes out and his hands slide up my thighs but I gently push them away. 

“No touching. Just lay back.” I whisper, slowly pushing his chest back down into the mattress. Mansk doesn’t fight it and listens, letting his body fall back. 

If he needs a long distraction I’ll give him one. 

My fingertips graze his skin again, softly tickling his blue body. I could tell that his senses had heightened through his building arousal. Mansk’s heartbeat increased and his breath became heavier and deeper. He lost his rhythm of breathing due to occasionally gasping when I could nibble and kiss his now sensitive skin. 

Slowly, I dip my fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, slowly tugging it down inch for inch. Mansk shudders beneath me and slightly lifts his waist up, eagerly wanting me to hurry. But I won’t. 

However, I do comply with stripping down his last bit of clothing, pulling it down his legs and throwing it on the floor next to the bed. 

He exhales in a form of relief. Apparently, clothes get uncomfortable and feel restricting on Na’vi when they are aroused. So Mansk preferred to always take everything off which I thought was funny because he would spend his days completely covered in long sleeves and pants. 

“God you look so good-” I breathe out, running my flattened palms up his thighs. He sighs in enjoyment and I notice his blush return. I feel over his v-line, before resting my hands right next to where he’s desiring my touch most. 

My eyes once again meet his and he’s lovingly staring at me. His eyes are soft and half-lidded and his lips are lightly parted. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask, making his ears twitch. 

“Yeah-” he breathes out, locking his eyes on my hand which was daringly close to his crotch. 

“How bad?” I ask, wanting to push all the begging out of him. 

“Please, don’t tease.” he asks, looking at me with pleading eyes. I can see how tired and desperate he is, so I was going to spare him. 

“Okay, okay.” I say with a smile, gently wrapping my hand around him. At least I attempt to wrap it around him. My fingertips don’t reach, there is a small space separating them. 

Mansk shakily exhales as I slowly stroke him. I move my body in between his legs, kneeling in the space between his knees while my hands work and warm him up. 

His head drops back down into the pillows and he lets me take complete control. 

I lower my face down to his level. At this point in our relationship I know the things he loves, so I do my best to pleasure him. 

I nuzzle my face against the side of his shaft, kissing along his warm skin. 

Mansk’s mouth drops open and his eyes flutter closed. 

I stick my tongue out, licking a sloppy stripe from his base to the tip of his dick. His skin is speckled with goosebumps as I do so. 

I swirl my tongue around his tip, hearing a small groan escape him. 

Continuing my work, I move back down and lick over his balls, cupping them with my free hand while stroking him with the other. 

“Shit-” he sighs. Mansk’s tail is excitedly thudding against the mattress. 

I switch it up again, kissing my way to the top of his now almost fully erect dick. My lips wrap around his tip and I lightly suck on it while Mansk balls up his fists and groans in pleasure. Even just the tip has my mouth filled. 

“Feels so good.” he whines, clenching his eyes closed.

I can taste the precum on my tongue as it mixes with my saliva. Then I feel Mansk lightly buck his hips up and I get the message.

I open my mouth wider and start to slowly take more of him into my mouth, each time I bob my head. 

Small grunts escape his lips as he raises his head and fights the urge to thrust up into me again. 

Every time Mansk gets close to cumming I stop my movements, just kissing the skin of his abdomen until he’s calmed down before riling him up again. He wanted to forget about his problems so I would make sure of that. 

It’s becoming messy and sloppy. Mansk has a death grip on the pillow, refusing to let go because he doesn’t want to force you further down him. He is amazing at holding back and letting you take control of him. 

Sweat is rolling down his forehead and his skin is glistening and moist from it. His veins were bulging out of his skin and all his muscles are flexed as he tries his best to stay still and lay down while you edge him for probably the fourth time. 

He was whimpering, begging me to let him cum but I wasn’t going to let him cum like this. I knew he enjoyed this and I was simply trying to prolong his pleasure. 

“Y/N, please-” he chokes out. His eyes have become glossy and his dick is pulsing because it’s so painfully hard. 

“Not yet, baby. Hold on.” I smile at him, cleaning off the sticky pre cum that dripped down his shaft and all over my hand. 

He hisses through his clenched jaw, trying his absolute best not to spill and I decide that I’ve pushed him enough. 

My hands leave him and I lick my fingers clean while he watches me with wide eyes. 

“Take it off.” I say, motioning to my silky nightgown. Mansk never needs to be told twice. His large hands are on me in seconds. Even despite the skin on them being rough, he manages to gently push the thin straps off my shoulder, letting the thin material fall to my knees. 

I smile at him, pleased with how well he is cooperating. Mansk doesn’t even see the smile because he’s staring at my naked body in adoration. 

“I’ll give you what you want now.” I say, letting my smile turn into a grin. 

His big ears come to life again, perking forwards and his lust-blown eyes meet mine. Mansk literally cannot wait. 

I move back to his waist, straddling his trembling body once again. This time I’m not kneeling but squatting above him. He’s so bewildered and desperate that he stares and watches with a flushed face and perked ears. 

One of my hands rests on his abdomen to steady myself. The other reaches for his throbbing and saliva-covered dick, angling it to meet my now wet pussy. Playing with him turns me on, I count it as my foreplay. 

I press his tip against my slick heat and he groans words and curses I don’t understand. He’s too pussy drunk already to talk. 

I rub him through my folds, humming in approval to myself before focusing on touching my clit with him. 

Mansk’s hands are once again digging into the pillow and his head is thrown back. He can’t take the torture much longer. 

Without further warning, I decide to give him what he needs and what I now want. I line him up with my entrance and let myself sink down comfortably until his tip is engulfed by me completely. 

“Fuckin’ hell- Y/N…” he moans, needing to prop himself up on his forearms to watch me.

He was much larger than me and if I placed his huge cock on top of my body, the tip reached the beginning of my ribcage. I was never able to take all of him and never will be but I was able to bare the pain of having most of him inside me. 

I move up on him before sinking down a little more. My eyes clench closed as I flinch at the slight stretch but I know it is only temporary. 

I look back at him, watching how he’s fighting himself again to not buck up into me. Mansk knows it hurts me and he feels bad about it. It took me a lot of persuading to tell him that I enjoy sex with him. Now, he lets me do what I need to do and won’t dare touch, push or move me without my consent. 

“You’re so good to me.” I whisper, drowsily smiling again. He loved and needed praise. I knew he took it to heart, so I helped him feel better about himself. 

“You can touch now.” 

His eyes light up and I nod to reassure him. He was so big I would get tired quickly while riding him. 

Mansk’s large hands release the pillow and he closes them around my waist after running them over my bare chest. I put my hand on top of one of his and nod again, allowing him to move me. He needed his pleasure much more than me so he could get it now. It was well earned. 

I also happened to enjoy seeing Mansk lift me so effortlessly up and down him. 

He supported my movements, making it easier for me to ride him. Mansk was sitting up now and I held onto his shoulders while he thrust me down on him. 

“So tight-” he groaned, his hot breath fanning against the top of my head. 

His ears were pinned back in pleasure and he had his fangs bared as he concentrated on chasing his high. 

He was so sensitive from all the edging I had put him through, I could tell he is close. 

I want us to cum together so I reach down between our wildly different bodies and rub my clit. His eyes open and he watches with his jaw lightly hanging open. 

Mansk always grew weak when you touched yourself. It was a sight that would instantly turn him on. Whether you were naked or were doing it over your clothes didn’t matter, Mansk adored seeing you please yourself. 

That’s also why he moaned and his hips stuttered. 

“Y/N- I’m gonna cum-” he hissed, needing to let go now otherwise he would become an even bigger desperate mess. 

“Let go, baby, I want to feel it inside me.” I manage to say through heavy breaths. He groans at my requests and I feel his dick twitch inside me. 

Suddenly, I’m being pulled down against him faster than before and Mansk starts desperately fucking up into me. I can feel his cum explode and shoot deep inside me and the feeling of it makes me moan and throw my head back. Within seconds I’m cumming too and Mansk rides out both our orgasms until our quivering and trembling bodies fall against each other. 

His arms are around my waist, holding me close to his chest and his head rests on top of mine as we both calm our heavy pants. 

“Thank you…” he whispers, tipping his head down and kissing my forehead. 

“You don’t need to thank me, Mansk. I love you.” I say, looking up at him. 

“Love you too, baby.” Mansk whispers, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. 

He gives me a tired smile before helping me gently get off him. His cum flows down the insides of my thighs but I don’t mind it. Mansk loves the sight of it but he cleans it with a tissue for my comfort.

We’re both so tired now that Mansk just falls back into the bed and I fall with him. 

He was happy to be back with you in a safe space where he could forget everything except for the things that made him happy. Your presence had calmed him and he was able to fall asleep quickly, but only after making sure you were already asleep. His dreams won’t haunt him tonight. And that’s thanks to you.

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[demonslayerdoodles]

YALL this is crazzzzzzy

Old Town Road by Lil Nas X was made 5 YEARS AGO!!! DANG I remember sitting in my bedroom and listening to that so I could memorize the lyrics and be cool

Levitating by Dua Lipa was 2020!!! THAT WAS THE COVID ERA YALL ITS BEEN 4 YEARS SINCE THAT WENT DOWN!!!

Anti Hero by Taylor Swift was released 2022 YALL THAT IS TWO FREAKING YEARS AGO!!!

HOLY COW time flies by 🥲😢

[exchangell]

INTRO + FIC MASTERLIST

hello! my name's chiara, and welcome to my blog :) im really uncertain of how everything works since its been a WHILE since i was last on here, but here's some information on me + a masterlist of my stuff :)

SO WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

first off, imaginary person i came up with for this post, rude!! im british asian, and pretty much all i do all day is write. however, the important part of this blog is that, once every blue moon, i take the initiative to actually post some of it on ao3. here's what i can offer you:

too much religious imagery

too many literary references

too many titles from song names (psst my last.fm is exchangel!)

too much vague dacryphilia (i'm not making the last part bold)

too much gushing over female characters

always open to fanfic requests!

i'm mostly active in these fandoms as of 15/05/24: i have no mouth and i must scream, yonderland, bbc ghosts

i never shut up about sir francis walsingham, harlan ellison and franz schubert, so.... yeah!

now, prepare yourself for....

FANFICTION TIME 😳

BBC GHOSTS + YONDERLAND (eventually)

pretty girls make graves - ghosts au (series on hiatus)

in your lap - sir humphrey bone/reader

letters from bone hall - sophie/humphrey

I HAVE NO MOUTH, AND I MUST SCREAM

sins of the flesh - am/reader

points of authority - am/reader (ongoing series)

CLASSICAL MUSIC RPF

an arrangement for voice and piano- beethoven/schubert

a poet and his pianist- franz von schober/franz schubert

and i shouldn't cry (but i love it)- amadeus! salieri/mozart

chopin and liszt at mcdonalds- no ships

and teach you how to be a holy cow- beethoven/schubert

RAMMSTEIN (ignore this, i woke up and realised this wasn't the hill i wanted to die on)

liebe an der leine- frau schneider/pussy!flake

hands on your knees (you can braid my hair)- flake lorenz/reader

crime and punishment- flake lorenz/reader

bückstabü - flake lorenz/reader

führe mich - flake lorenz/reader

liebe an der leine- frau schneider/pussy mv flake

hands on your knees (you can braid my hair)- flake lorenz/reader

crime and punishment- flake lorenz/reader

bückstabü - flake lorenz/reader

führe mich - flake lorenz/reader

BATMAN

deftly- dano!riddler/fem! reader

house of flies- murphy!scarecrow/dano!riddler

how the tables turn- murphy!scarecrow/dano!riddler

CLASSICALOID

sardanapalo- liszt/fem!reader

down once more- mozart/schubert/beethoven, poto au

let's get mischievous (and polyamorous)- multiship (abandoned series)

blasphemie- multiship, unfinished series, 3/6 chapters

variations- headcanon series, beethoven/reader so far

on a cold night by moonlight- chopin/schubert

o mozart! immortal mozart!- mozart/schubert

OTHER FANDOMS

FNAF masquerade- ballora/springtrap, william afton/clara afton

BLUEYCAPSULES chicken tikka masala- william afton/gn!reader

DINOVERSE- so anxious- dr. albert krueger/gn! reader

OKJA- top 10 cool facts!!!- jay/gn!reader

HETALIA- god save the queen's jewels- no ships, crackfic

AMADEUS- and i shouldn't cry (but i love it)- mozart/salieri

SPIDERMAN- schokolade- doc ock/fem! reader

LOTR- meet me in the pale moonlight - frodo/reader

DELTARUNE

something about you- rouxls kaard/gn!reader o holy knight- multiship, (abandoned) stargirl interlude- rouxls kaard/fem!reader

#intro post #bbc ghosts #six idiots #yonderland #franz schubert #classical music #classical composers #classicaloid #history #ao3 writer #the batman #rammstein #the smiths #sir humphrey bone #laurence rickard #kitty higham #elder ho tan #sophie bone #I DONT KNOW WHAT TO PUT AS TAGS 💔 #exchangel's fics #exchangel's edits #exchangel's art #i have no mouth and i must scream #am x reader

[mitamicah]

Oh holy cow, one month 👀👀👀👀. Happy T-anniversary 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

I am still impressed how you have my t-day and t milestones memorized x'D

It is indeed one month now 👀👀 time flies by :'D

Thank you so much, Jay ^V^

#even tho I techcnially will celebrate my one month tomorrow since I started t in the morning nov 23 I still appreciate this :'D #it is really sweet getting these little celebration messages :'D #replies

[fair-lead]

holy cow i've been on hrt for essentially 3 years today. time flies

#cae speaks

[numinous-queer]

being with baby Kerwin is such a joy and a privilege, I can’t even tell you. The chemicals have fully taken hold of my brain, and he has me wrapped around his little pinky finger. That baby could smile at me and I’d crawl the desert for 40 miles on my knees for him. He is just the sweetest and happiest little guy, so cheerful and eager to explore even when he feels sick. He’s had a head cold the past few days, so there’s been precious little sleep to go around here, but he has been such a trooper. Even when he wakes up in pain from teething, his cries are so peaceful and gentle, it’s wild. Babies have such wildly different temperaments, and I don’t know how we got so lucky to parent a child whose primary trait appears to be CHEERFUL OPTIMISM about everything, holy cow. He’s like a cartoon caricature of a happy baby for goodness sakes!

He’ll be turning 10 months in exactly a week, and is getting bigger and stronger every day. He crawls SO FAST and is mastering pulling up to stand on everything all the time. Whenever he sees other kids playing and running around you can just see the wheels turning in his little head... he wants to run SO BADLY, and when that day comes we’re going to have to race to keep up with him! And he’s so CHATTY! You can tell that this little baby has been spoken to lovingly every day of his life, and he is just bursting with things to say. Sometimes he perfectly enunciates “Hi YAH!” like a ninja, and part of me wants to tell him that was his first word.

(pictured above: artistic depiction of the baby at diaper changes)

Kiddo flies back to Boise for a little bit this weekend, and we’re going to miss him so much. I’m hoping that the paperwork for the adoption can be completed by the end of the summer, so we won’t have to shuttle Mr Baby back and forth across state lines much longer. He’s a champion traveler, but that’s a lot of time zone and routine changes for someone who hasn’t been around the sun a whole revolution yet!

#Kerwin the Child #sorry I haven't been around so much lately! #work and baby wrangling have taken over my whole life

[joelmama]

It's been a month and I literally think about your Fishermans Wife story every day!!

I loved it soooooo much ❤️

it's been a MONTH??!?! holy cow time flies!

that makes me so happy that you still think about it nfjhfg (bc heaven knows that i do hehehe)

hopefully a part 2 will be out soon 😩(idk why im saying this like i'm not the one typing it)

ANYWAYS!! ILY THANK YOU FOR READING MY FIC AND THINKING ABOUT IT !!! <3<3

#lovely anon

[cru5h-cascades]

Battlebots Fight Card (Season 8, Episode 10)

Holy cow the season's been going on for 10 weeks already?? Gee, time flies by, huh? Anyways, here's tomorrow's fight card!

Riptide v Capt. Shredderator

Mammoth v Deathroll

Banshee v Emulsifier

Copperhead v Kraken

Horizon v Shatter!

Ominous v Shreddit Bro

Main Event: Whiplash v Monsoon

#battlebots #fight card #robotics #robot combat

[another-whump-sideblog]

Holy cow on September 7th it’ll be exactly one year since I started posting Jane’s Pets. Time flies!!

#jane’s pets

[ninjastormhawkkat]

How does the episode Timeout for Two-Brains go in the Mousebraingirl AU?

So Mouse obviously gets upset when she is counting over her cheese stash with her henchmen and discovers he cheese will expire too soon for her too eat. She panics on what to do and heads to a stash of inventions she has looted from scientists that also include some old inventions of her dad and Jenkins. Well a scientist (not Steven or Jenkins) was working on a time stopping ray because he was inspired by Tobey's time stopping robot and wanted to build a time stopping device but for good purposes. The scientist discarded the ray because of potential bad side effects (the canon ones from the show where time can be stopped permanently) Mouse later took it because it looked shiny and she thought she can use it for cheese purposes. One of the henchmen finds it and points it out to Mouse. She gets the idea to pause time so she can finish all of her cheese. Now remember Mouse is in cheese frenzy and panic state right now. She only remembers to save her dad, Jenkins, and Bob along with her henchmen. So to their surprise Mouse takes the three by surprise, puts them under the shield with her henchmen and turns on the ray. Steven and Jenkins and Bob do not even realize what happened until they see time is frozen outside to their shock. Mouse, excited her plan worked gathers her cheese to organize a beach day while her henchmen do their own canon thing. While Mouse is preparing, Jenkins is having a slight freak out because holy cow time is stopped didn't Mouse know the repercussions of doing this. Steven calms Jenkins down and he is upset about his daughter doing this why being cheese obsessed but they have to focus and stop her now. Unfortunately due to his super powers, Steven hears the barrage of meteorites heading for Earth so he and Bob have to take care of that first. He tells Jenkins to lie to Mouse and say Steven needs to catch up on some work he left unfinished and he had to go now and for Jenkins to keep an eye on her until he gets back. So Steven becomes Wordman and flies off with Huggy. Mouse gets back and is confused to where her dad and Bob left. Jenkins lies but he notices Mouse is upset that her dad still has to work. She thought deep down he would take some time off and spend time with her and relax a bit. Jenkins tries to sugarcoat things and say that Steven just had a lot of work piled on and he had to get it done but he said he would spend time later when he can. Mouse just shrugs off Jenkins' explanation and she says she understands although she is still upset. After Wordman deals with the meteorites and asteroids, he flies back to Earth and finds Jenkins and Mouse at the beach. Mouse is surprised to find Wordman and Huggy not frozen in time but is melancholy about her shock. Mouse is eating her cheese and relaxing but she isn't having any fun because she wishes her dad was there. Wordman notices Mouse is upset after he does his whole spiel of telling her to stop whatever she is doing. He ask her what is wrong and she tells him what is bothering her. Steven is sad he made his child feel upset that way but now he has to focus on fixing the ray. He tries to plead with Mouse to stop but Mouse in her usual villain nature tells him if he can beat her in a sand castle contest she would admit defeat. So Steven does it but has a little fun doing it, Jenkins officiates the contest. Steven let's loose dad advice for Mouse sneakily like in canon. After a while Mouse admits she really didn't like this scheme anymore and she also feels bad about putting her friends frozen in time but she was in a cheese frenzy state and only remembered a few people. She ends up admitting to Wordman she doesn't really know how to stop the ray and she noticed letters of unstable but didn't think about mentioning them until now. Jenkins has his freak out again and Wordman goes to stop the ray a bit like canon but scientifically as well. Everything goes back to normal and Wordman comes back and tells Mouse he stopped the ray. Instead of taking her to jail this time, he will get her dad to pick her up.

Part 2 in reblog.

[mollyd76]

MollyDoll turned 9 today! Nine years on Tumblr? Holy cow time flies.

#tumblr birthday #tumblr milestone

[burstanddecay]

hello, my friend x

I hope you're having the best day!

I'd love to know your favorite Matt Murdock moment(s). however many you'd like to indulge me in.

Like I told you, I have absolutely zero chill when it comes to this man. ANYWAY—

HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP and the fucking miserable look followed by “….. one”

Casually walking along the street like making my way downtown, walking fast— WALKING FASTER before yeeting his cane and turning into an acrobat on what’s gotta be world nastiest dumpster ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS. Does he retrieve the canes?? Does he order them in bulk? I have so many questions

The NYPD shirt. I’d like to thank whoever was responsible for that because holy fuck.

“How long have you been practising law?” “what time is it?…. About seven hours.”

They’re horns :(

That one shot where he sits on his windowsill looking completely miserable holding a balloon.

As a Dutch person from the “actually, fuck Heineken” part of the country, I have to publicly support him for drinking German beer, because if I hear one more person claim Heineken is good, I’m suing for emotional damage, and that’s coming from a non beer drinker.

“El Grande Avocados!!!” “That’s not Spanish, that’s a fruit” and the giggles that follow (followed by Foggy’s offended “ITS A VEGETABLE AT BEST”)

The smoking with the bow tie. Bye.

The scene where Elektra is looking something in an office and he’s sat on the chair. Something about the look on his face just ✨gets to me✨

“I’m a Catholic, I have a soft spot for hopeless causes” and the awkward chuckle that follows

The scenes where he casually smells the air and tells someone what food is in the room, and the fact that’s not even him showing off. It’s just something he casually does.

I’m a really good lawyer. Sure you are, when you’re doing fine mentally, MATTHEW

Just. Every time he looks like a wet cat. Which is often.

When he ordered Jen an apple martini, just because it’s so fucking stupid it’s actually funny.

His whole she hulk appearance actually

The fact that he canonically gets his female partners off is both the bare minimum and also really hot

When he called out people fetishing him for his blindness in the comics

The scene in the boxing ring with Elektra, where he uses his hand as a necklace. GOD.

Finally, the best, my all time favourite even above the NYPD shirt:

This. Right there. Every morsel of feminism, self respect, composure etc. flies right out the fucking window every single time I see this. If I were to say the things I actually think about this, I’d have to delete this blog. LOOK AT HIM. Why is it that hot??? WHY. HOW. The big cow eyes, the absolute complete submissive vibes in this??? I’m done. I’m dead. Goodbye.

#mail 🧡