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[lilisouless]

"KAZ IS NOT A BAD FRIEND BECAUSE HE CARES ABOUT JESPER"

caring for Jesper doesn't undo the things he says or does to him, caring silently doesn't help Jesper. "Caring" is not enought if you keep it to yourself

Do you know who´s stans claim that a certiain man is a good person because he "cares"? do you want to sound like them? I don't think so

You treat Jesper like Kaz´s sidekick that should be grateful for breathing next to him 🙄instead of his own person

And i am not saying he should coddle him like a tootler, but Inej is very blunt with Jesper when he messes up without making him feel like trash, even Wylan knows when to turn down the bitchiness

Also, this is ignoring Kaz´s whole character because that mindset of only caring on the inside but not showing it its what almost made him lose Inej..oh wait, forgot you treat Inej the same way

#netflix shadow and bone #six of crows #leigh bardugo #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #grishaverse #crooked kingdom

[sunlilys]

“the tootler”

gordon browne. some more nonsense for the same bodies as before by a. nobody, 1896.

#gordon browne #1890s #19th century #color lithograph #art #books

[wally-b-feed]

nut damon tootler

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[ao3feed-dadzawa]

The Night Where Stars Felt Cold

The night where stars felt cold by Nykoru 246

While in a patrol at 10 pm, Aizawa spots 2 tootlers, that could be more that 3 years old, alone, in front of a house, hugging eachother.

Alternatively, Aizawa founds 2 extremely abused children and prosed to adopt them.

Words: 1812, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Baby Bakugou Katsuki, Baby Shinsou Hitoshi, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Abused Bakugou Katsuki, Abused Shinsou Hitoshi, Abusive Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki's Bad Parenting, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27494572

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[saltynemo]

Sub to Dom (Drabble 4)

WHATADO Everybody its your boi Nemo back at it again with another fanfiction. I rose from the dead to get back into the grind and continue ‘Break the Silence’. So I got a brush of inspiration and decided to make a fic about Tootler Jooseph and the reader. The title pretty much explains the story..

Summary: Tyler gets tired of being a submissive boy and decides to dominate Y/n

Type: Smut

Warnings: Sub! Tyler to Dom! Tyler, Dom! Reader to Sub! Reader, mouth fucking, cursing, teasing?, uh, fluffy ending

Requested?: Nah

Word Count: 901

Without further ado, TAKE IT AWAY MARY SUE

"Shut it, baby boy. Keep talking and you wont cum at all" I scold, dragging my nails down his bare chest, leaving faint marks down to his  belly button. He groans, pulling at the restraints above his head. They were homemade and could easily be broken by a strong male, but I never thought Tyler, my sweet little bottom boy, would be able to pull off such an act. He knew he would get punished for it, so he never tried.

"Y/n..please baby! I need you" He whines, squirming his hips a little bit.

I chuckle, staring into his lustful eyes. "Didnt I just tell you not to talk?" I ask, shaking my head. I firmly hold the base of his cock, wrapping my fingers around it tightly to give it a nice squeeze. He whines from the contact, pre-cum already oozing from the slit. I gently flick my tongue on top of his bell shaped tip, tasting each and every liquid. He moans out, biting his lip to try and stifle it. I ease the crown of his dick into my mouth slowly, my tongue still rapidly licking at the slit.

"Please, Y/n! Ive have enough of the teasing!" He whines, squirming his hips and pulling at the restraints. I swear I heard one of the ropes from the restraints snap, but my mind ignored it, too busy on making Tyler feel pleasure. I felt his dick twitch in my mouth, letting me know he was close.

I remove my mouth from his cock, shaking my head once more. "Tisk tisk tisk, Tyler" I say, a smirk forming on my lips. "I didnt tell you to talk, now did I?" I question and cross my arms, looking into his eyes. They were darker than before, making me feel a little bit intimidated.

"Y/n" Tyler growls, pulling at the restraints. "Suck my cock, now" He says in a demanding tone. I chuckle darkly, not knowing of what was to come next.

"You dont make the rules, baby boy. With that mouth I shouldnt make you come at all" I sass. I watch his face turn cold as stone, his eyes panning up and down my body.

"Lets try this again" He mumbles, pulling at his restraints harder. I saw the muscle in his arms flex, using all his strength against the rope. Suddenly, with a snap, the rope comes undone, falling off the bed. My eyes widen in shock of his bold movement, taking a slight step back from feeling scared. "Suck. My. Dick" He says, much more demanding than before. With a nod, my shaking hand wraps around his dick again, pumping him firmly. He leans his head back, groaning lowly. "Im done with your teasing, Y/n. Its time to teach you a thing or two about discipline" He barks, snaking a hand into my hair.

He guides my head to the tip of his cock, ordering me to open my mouth. I do as told, feeling him press down on the back of my head. I let him take total control of my mouth, slacking my jaw and hallowing my cheeks. I have never seen this side of Tyler. Hes always been my little boy since our first sexual encounter. He told me he always liked being dominated, but apparently not tonight.

"Im so fucking close because of all your teasing. You better put that mouth to some good use other than giving me sass" He barks, bobbing my head up and down his cock. I felt the tip of his cock hit near the back of my throat, making me slightly gag. I heard him chuckle darkly, suddenly thrusting his hips up to my mouth. I forgot to swallow my spit, saliva traveling down my mouth to his balls, dripping to the bed.

"Aw, fuck! Your mouth feels so good!" He groans, picking up the pace in his hips. I tried breathing through my nose, only being able to gather little oxygen. I hum around him, trying to get him closer to his climax so I could breathe. "Oh, s-shit! Im gonna c-cum.." Before he could even finish his sentence, he reached his end, hot spunk shooting into the back of my throat. I swallow as much as I can, the rest dripping to the bed.

I feel him soften inside my mouth, then pulling out. I gasp, coughing a little bit. I wipe a tear away from my eye, looking at the mess on the bed. Tyler sighs, laying his head on a pillow. We were both out of breath, out of words, out of energy. I crawl up to lay next to him, putting my head next to his.

"Did I go too rough on you?" He asks, voice soft as before. "I feel like I went total berzerk on you"

"No, you didnt. I actually kind of liked being treated like toy to be honest" I chuckle, earning a grin from Tyler. "I guess your 'baby boy' days are over?"

"I dont know yet. I just got really pissed that you kept teasing me" He responded honestly, moving an arm around me. I nestle into the hug, hearing his heartbeat in his chest.

"Lets sleep on it. Being mouth fucked is tiring" I mumble, closing my eyes.

"Night, Y/n" He sighs, kissing the top of my head. I smile, loving the cuddle time after sex

"Night"

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[littletootler]

TO BE HONEST

To be honest, most (not enough though) of the poems I write now are merely tangled thoughts just a little less tangled. Enough to keep me breathing but then again I force it out. I push it and stretch it to end up with something my mind doesn’t recognize at all and then I slowly realize, ’ this is not what I set out for.’ I’m so desperately in need of wonder I begin to kill that which resides in me. Harassing it impatiently, pouring it all away. And I find that so precarious because every time I begin to write these silly thoughts of mine I run the risk of not being able to wonder again. And no, I’m not saying that this makes me sad or disappointed. Just tired, drained and vacuumed to the edge of pointlessness. And paradoxically, this fuckery of a feeling drives me to write again. To commit to the spineless art of distorting reality that somehow keeps us alive inside. Ironically enough, it does!

By The Little Tootler

Illustration: Sonny Boy, Episode 1

#poem #writers on tumblr #write #writeups

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[demigalactic-blog]

someone outside is playing a tootler

a blowy tootler

badly?

i dunno what kind

i need sleep

[thoushaltsteal]

" ...the Ringlings donned tin helmets and bright red coats. Then, joined by four hired musicians, they went tootling through Baraboo's business square. Men with their whiskers lathered up emerged from barber shops. Other people spilled out of stores and taverns to see what all the fuss was about." - The Biggest, the Smallest, the Longest, the Shortest D'awh! Lil' tootlers :}

[littletootler]

UNFINISHED ESCAPADES

My mind is a ruin for unfinished escapades. Masqueraded lies are all I hear creeping from under the wreckage- a graveyard of thoughts. A hero has died here. But somehow his picaresque soul wanders off to the Heavens without any need for a grand funeral or an inspiring obituary. No need for bleary eyes and salty tears. After all, what good is a hero without a tombstone to cement his legacy onto the hearts of those beloved? To them that’s a brutal tragedy, one pertaining to melancholy, blood and death. To me, it was merely melancholy, blood and death.

The real tragedy, however, came crashing from the cerulean skies. The hero would plummet, head first, onto the hard terra, his wings clipped. And as he skydived, the zephyr whispered in threnodic fashion: a battle cry for the world soon to be devoid of song or sound alike. And so he fell…… That day, Gods allover spoke of mighty thunders, yet not a witness to speak of such power or beauty. As for the hero, he was soon no more than a child’s bed time story (So much for that loquacious talk on cementing one’s legacy).

Nevertheless, after The Great Thunder the hero had left behind one last souvenir: his deathbed in the form of a massive crater, one which reeked of purposelessness. And from that emptiness that bore into the Earth rose another hero, as terrified of existing as his predecessor. Perhaps that’s how all thoughts are born. Each of them are shaped with a fear of the apocryphal and gilded by the hope and expectation that it might become something even greater; a dream, a story passed onto generations or simply a mirthful journey. This hero needs only to live.

Soon after, the wind began its customary whisper, thunders were marveled upon and another Earth-bending crater was forged: yet another hero, another escapade, another tragedy. This was the endless cycle of my mind and there would be no end to this. A most devious torture I’d say. My mind is a ruin for unfinished escapades; in other words, a dreamer’s worst tragedy.

By The Little Tootler

Illustration: Ending scene from Nomadland

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