#wave’s the oldest

[swiftfootedachilles]

why cant i stop imagining liam making an accidentally viral video thats like "guess which sibling my brother in law is married to"

#he obviously secretly records them to introduce them/tells them hes recording for something else #this all takes place at a chaotic family get-together #GUESS WHO MY BROTHER IN LAW IS WITH *secretly filming mickey walking around with a cig in his mouth* #*liam and fiona using a cute filter together* fiona: -oldest sibling -aka mom😍😍 #*secretly films lip* lip: -oldest but shortest brother🤏🏾 #*ian waving at camera while bouncing fred on hislap* ian: -middle child -idk if we're actually related 🤔🤣 #*debbie with franny* debbie (feat franny): -stuck between ian and carl 😭 -favorite color is pink #*carl flipping off camera while smiling* officer carl🚨: -second youngest sibling -saod he'll teach me how to drive in his cruiser 😈 #everyone guesses fiona #some people guess lip. a few guess debbie or ian #liams friends in the comments like: when you already know the answer🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 #semi obsessed with the idea of ian and mickeh accidentally blowing up on tiktok for stupid reasons #a.txt

[wilburewormarts]

redraw/ redesigns of some old ocs (evelyn and rita!) i did as a warm up!

close ups/ side by side under the cut

(2018-2019/ 2024)

also these silly old women are in love! :]

#these are some of my oldest like actual ocs with story and stuff i have em since 10 i think!! #but i just havent drawn em properly since 2019 i think #i was hit with a wave of nostalgia and started looking through old sketchbooks n such and i really wanted to redesign em! #it looks that i aged em up but they where supposed to b old (i think evelyn was supposed 2 b 50 and rita 52 aa) #also some rambles abt em srry #evelyn is a retired adventurer and con-artist (not really retired from that one) she collects magical artifacts and resells em #or often bootlegs magical artifacts and resells em #rita used 2 be a fairy but lost her wings she and evelyn used to b adventure partners in their younger years but they had a bad fall off #she is now a magician and also a rival of evelyn's business of selling magical artifacts #okay that's it abt my silly ocs srry 👍 #worm out!!!! #oc #oc art

[stardestroyer81]

Well, well, it looks like somebody would like to say hello! Uh, but who exactly might they be...?

Meet Rascal! Rascal is the star of a faux arcade game I one day hope to bring to fruition, and for the past week or two, I have been drawing him and the other colorful characters in the Rascal cast nonstop! There were several different ways I thought about introducing this character to followers of my blog, though @shrimpuufriend and @stephysalcido suggested I ought to make this cute animation of him waving to start it all off!

Expect to see more Rascal content in the near future, because let me tell you— there's a lot of it! 🍬🧡💙🧡🍬

#Star's Art #Star's OCs #Rascal #Rascal Arcade #Sprite Art #Sprite Animation #Coolness #At long last... Rascal has arrived to tumblr!! #A good portion of my mutuals have already seen this little goober privately... #... but it was only a matter of time before I started posting art of him publicly! #Rascal is actually one of my oldest OCs dating back to mid-2017 or so where he had a completely different look #He had always been an 'early 80s arcade mascot' type character but I REALLY wanted to hammer that home with his new design #What I came up with both succeeded in making him look like a genuine arcade game character... #... as well as the cutest character in all of fiction XD #Funnily enough the animation in this post is a 2023 remaster of a gif I drew of Rascal waving in late 2017 #Just a bit of the ol' Star Trivia! #Rascal also has a large cast of characters with varying personalities similar to games like Q*bert and Mappy #And I am just S O excited to introduce y'all to them all!

[kanej-jabin]

The world's oldest computer found under the sea is a mysterious discovery of the 21st century by scientists

As a result of advancements in science and technology, today we are able to discover many unknown facts about the earth and the universe. However, there are still many secrets hidden in the world. It can be said without any doubt that the 21st century is more important than any other period in the history of science and technology. Many things have been discovered in this century, which have brought revolutionary changes in human life, and have given some ideas of prehistoric existence. Today's video kicks off with some of the best discoveries of the 21st century, including the enormity of Vietnam's San Dong Cave, an ancient underwater civilization found in Denmark.rede more...

#Computer under the seaAncient computer #51The world's oldest computer #35Search engine #1search engine #2Antikythera mechanismAncient civilization found under water #27The world's largest cave San DongThe world's largest caveThe world's oldest computer #20Mysterious discoveries of scientistsMechanical revolution in ancient Greece #29Ancient Moche civilizationAncient tombs discovered #59Siberia Denisova Cave Gravitational Wave Discovery #38Small Stone #27Denisova Cave DNA Discovery in Russia #youtube #bangladesh #সার্চইঞ্জিন #tumblr milestone #foryou #Youtube

[orangetintedglasses]

Anonymous said: I misread that 'five-foot-eleven' as 'four-foot-eleven.' Tiny man.

"Wh-- huh?? No way, you're thinking of Meryl...!"

#( sorry that took a sec I was doing an Auntie Put-Down ) #( (aka putting my oldest niece to bed c'ause sick BIL) ) #curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #radio waves to the brain ✧〗( ask response ) #the faceless crowd ✧〗( anon ask )

[fancyfade]

my contribution is that expecting characters to always make the ‘ideal’ decision for each situation they’re in is boring and unrealistic

#just thinking of arcane where at the end of episode 3 (SPOILERS) vi punches powder and says shes always been a jinx #and its like shouls she have done that? no. did she just watch 2 of her close friends (maybe adopted silbings) just die in a bomb after figh #ting past asshole crime lords wave of minions and fighting a monster before seeing her adoptive dad get nearly killed and turn into a monste #to try ot save her? Like as;lgkajs;gl what do you EXPECT shes like what 14 at the oldest there???? #2009 era batfam stuff where dick is tryng to juggle tims mental breakdown (tim will not allow him to help with) his own adoptive dad being d #dead and parenting a traumatized 10 year old who doesnt want to be parented by him #in fact most batfam stuff its like. no wonder no one made the most ideal decision you're all mentally ill #idk #writing

[dirt-str1der]

Literally transfem characters are five from umprella academy and majima from yakuza and tricky from madness combat

#Listen to my problems #thinking of how many characters ive turned to girls #the one thing these girls have in common is their love for violence #now hold my hand and imagine comic five rocking her gigantic white old guy beard #other tgirl characters are like mars and phobia who permanently set up shop in my brain. they just never left #imagine being way too hard on your oldest son and then she becomes your oldest daughter and youre just like huh ... i eidnt know you could #just switch like that. pretty cool. and then never think about your gender again. mars has that uncrackable egg appeal #also fives controlled downward spiral post apocalypse was so ...... like youre thirteen and youre the only person on earth left alive #you pick up a department store mannequin and give her a name you think is beautiful. a name. a NAME !!! something you never felt the need to #give yourself. you are simply five ... its not like you like that name but its. functional. #you drag this girl along with you even though its not worth lugging around desd weight not when you need to carry food and water. you dress #her up in nice clothes and you spoil her rotten. as much as youre able at a time like this. youve never done this for anyone else before ... #you cant be alone so one of you has to become two and thats an alright number. not the best but at least youre not so alone anymore #and thats how you grow up ... with dolores as company. you hear her voice in your head. you talk to her every day chattering on nonstop when #you should really save your breath. you cling to her because shes the only one who knows ... who gets it ... and when five waves delores #goodbye he knows he cant play pretend anymore ... delores is gone now so its just sad old lonely five who never really grew up #this idiot never once considered that he is delores ... he is delores. she never left him she is him ... #god i need to go to bed actully goosenight

[fingertipsmp3]

You know what I should do. I should go to a car auction

#my dad took me to a couple of them when i was a kid and it was such a vibe #he used to routinely buy the oldest shittiest cheapest car he could find and he knew it wouldn’t pass its MOT #but that was fine because it also wouldn’t survive until the next MOT #we’d be driving around in it for a year or less while it actively fell apart around us #i vividly remember on like a bank holiday weekend this godawful bright green estate car we had at that time broke down in the middle of town #like in front of the war memorial which is the exact centre of town #i was in the backseat giggling. i thought it was SO funny. my dad was waving people past us and my mom was trying to ring the AA #the car auctions were interesting though. i’m pretty sure at one of them my dad actually sold the car we went there in and drove us home in #a different one. which is a hell of a manouevre to accomplish when you’re on your own with a kid who is 6 at most #i should do this. especially because i’m hoping to leave the country asap #like there is truly no point in me buying a nice car when i’m probably going to have to sell it.. might as well buy something truly shit #i’ll just keep blankets and snacks and a burner phone in the boot in case i break down on a country lane. it’s fine! #personal

[sekai-no-koi]

i do wish the graphics were better. or maybe just different? if they had to switch to a different style as opposed to point-and-click, i would've liked a 2D visual novel or something. also if they haven't improved on the graphics, the chances of the controls being the same are pretty high, right?

#nancy drew games #i hope for something closer to mediocrity this time but i expect MID 2.0 #i get that the graphics in the old games weren't perfect and the controls in the oldest ones suck to this day #but there are other points that make up for that in a lot of ways #like the story and/or characters #it's just such a step down from SEA still... #it's not like i never play cheaply made video games either like i do. and i enjoy them! #but it still hurts me somewhat to have the quality of my favorite games dropped so low #and honestly i'm a little too sad about it to just wave it off because we got a new game #they also didn't nail the writing for the recurring characters last time imo #like frank could NOT keep it in his pants okay that was weird #i kind of don't want to see them butcher some of my favorite characters y'know?

[catcr4ft]

Look at these losers with different flavors of childhood trauma

#this family is so messed up. my favs #oldest sibling cut contact #second feels horribly guilty and responsible for their younger siblings #third bore the brunt of the second wave of expectations due to being a child prodigy and ended up burnt out and suicidal. also she was #kidnapped by a cult one time #forth and fifth don’t know or understand enough about the situation. love their parents who … are not focused on them and blame the third #and first for this #t3xt

[esyra]

After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.

Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.

Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.

By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.

When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.

Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.

Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue sky—she hasn't seen the clouds for a while.

Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be alive—I'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.

For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.

Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.

That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 years—get used to it!

So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.

People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.

Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."

They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.

Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #may allah protect them #may almighty allah see our pain #hopefully she'll message me tomorrow

[utvarpcity]

just saw a neat little trio of sweden’s best bands live

#my phone died during the very last song lol but now i’m on the train and charging it again #it’s the sounds + mando diao + the hives btw and they were all really big in the 2000s which is when i started listening to them #so it was a very nostalgic experience even tho they all played a lot of new songs too #i’m so happy theyre all touring together bc they are really the top three bands from here imo (that are still active anyway) #sounds are from my neck of the woods and make indie rock/neo punk/new wave ish music and have such a fun and charismatic frontwoman #md have a very old school rock sound w influences from 60s garage and rnb. theyre super OG for me bc i heard their music when i was like 9 #(ode to ochrasy album) and was like wow. this is music. this is the music i like #theyve dabbled in other styles since then and keep being p high quality but their og sound has a special place in my heart #hives def have the biggest cult following and are the oldest of the three i believe #they have a very high energy garage/punk sound and are more of a concept band than the other two w lore and stage names and all #all were great live (didn’t expect less) but the hives were obv the headliners and put on the biggest show #i always arrive early to concerts to queue so that i don’t have to stand super far away but i arrived there only an hour before #the gates were supposed to open (which was at five - then the show started at 6:30) and there was no one there??? #i thought i couldn’t find the entrance so i walked around the whole area LOL but then i asked someone and turns out i was right at first #and there were only like 5 people there so when i entered i got right on up there yknow lol #at the railing at the front… wtf. was very surprised by this #and tbh it’s not something i want bc i’m afraid theyll ask me to sing during the audience interaction bits lmao #so i placed myself right behind a little lady so i had an excellent view of the stage #all of them def saw me. i take photos and film a little every now and then bc i’m obsessed with creating tangible memories which felt a bit #awkward i guess. but it was so cool to stand so close… howlin pelle of the hives grabbed my hand and also stood on the railing right in #front of me twice. but i was so taken aback i didnt take any pics of that lol #and i got lots of smiles from both maja of the sounds and björn of mando diao :) #actually björn noticed my retro sunglasses wearing ass dancing my heart out when they came out and smiled and nodded at me :) #there were a lots of people just standing there not committing so i at least tried to give some energy back #anyway i was exhausted this morning but now after standing and dancing for 7+ hours i still feel energetic

[prismatic-bell]

IMPORTANT REMINDER TO MY EUROPEAN FOLLOWERS AND OTHER TUMBLR DENIZENS FROM AN AMERICAN DESERT-DWELLER:

Climate change is a bitch and summer is coming. If you don’t already have an air conditioner and/or fans, NOW is the time to get them.

THINGS YOU SHOULD BE SHOPPING FOR NOW:

—clothes made of cotton or linen

—air conditioner

—fans

—frozen meals that can be cooked in the microwave

—potable bottled water; you want five days’ worth per person and pet in your household

—bottled fruit juices; it does not matter if these are sugar-added because you’ll want the electrolytes

—electrolyte drinks

—electrolyte pills (you can get these online, I get mine from Amazon)

—popsicle molds to use with fruit and juice

—ice cube trays

—nonperishable salty snacks like peanuts

—one charger brick per adult in case of rolling blackouts or power outages; charge these at the beginning of May, and drain them via use once a month if they’re not needed

YOUR TO-DO LIST:

—check your home’s HVAC system if you didn’t do it at the beginning of winter. Make sure all the filters are clean and replace them if needed

—check the seals on your sinks and bathtub in case you have to run water to handle shortages

—make and freeze meals you can cook in the microwave or simply defrost. Remember to select light summer fare, not hearty winter soups and gravies

—purchase and freeze lunch meats and cheeses you can defrost and use this summer for sandwiches when it’s hot

—assemble your check-in list: elderly, pregnant, disabled, and immunocompromised friends and relatives who may struggle to get things they need when the heat wave hits. Have this list posted and ready to go through daily once the heat gets high. DON’T JUST ASSUME YOU WILL REMEMBER. WRITE IT ALL DOWN.

—create a list of emergency contacts in case of fire, heat stroke, and other heat-related emergencies. This should include your local version of 911 (I think in most of Europe it’s 112, but don’t rely on me as an American, LOOK IT UP NOW before you need it), your doctor’s phone number, and two emergency contacts. Keep it in a place where it can be easily found if someone needs to make these calls on your behalf.

—ask your doctor for an additional prescription for any medications you take, and fill it now. Extreme heat can cause disruptions in the supply chain. Make sure you cycle these meds; that’s to say, always use your oldest bottle first so you don’t end up with expired meds in an emergency.

—stock your first-aid kit. If you don’t have one, now is a good time to make one.

—if you own a car, get your yearly maintenance done now. You don’t want to be dealing with an inoperable vehicle if you need to evacuate.

Staying safe this summer starts now. Get your prep done.

[moralesispunk]

I think you're either team ghost x civilian wife! reader where the rest of the 141 have no idea you exist or team they know and it's a very familial like and I'm the first one

simon who does everything he can to keep you his secret, even more so when your family starts to grow. when he's finished with a mission he will spend the next 48hrs barely sleeping, moving around to make sure no one is on his tail before making it home into your arms.

it's not that he doesn't trust the 141, but you and your family are far too precious to trust anyone with. you've heard the stories of all of the other men, are sure you would need only one look at them to be able to guess which man belongs to the many names he's told you over the years, but you're aware they don't know that you exist.

that on the rare nights simon ventures out to meet them for a sole pint between missions they think he's holed up in some bachelor flat back in manchester, perhaps with a string of women that come and go, but they couldn't be more wrong with his wedding band hidden under his gloves when he's home like now or safely in his drawer at home when he's on missions.

and it's not that he doesn't wish he could shout about you from the rooftops. everyone in your town knows that the big scary man whose face is always conveniently hidden in the shadows has a missus at home who brings your chubby babies to the toddlers and drops your kids off at school.

but the 141 don't know about you, not until enough time has passed since simon retired to consider it safe enough. simon with his aching joints and trembling hands, the ringing in his right ear and back pain that requires at least two, hour long soaks in the bath a week. simon the husband and dad who has butterfly clips in his hair and at least one nail painted from the game of hairdressers his oldest likes to play, a bright pink plaster on his knee to match the youngest, and one hand on your belly at all times with the third (and final in your opinion but simon is working on that) of your brood.

simon who is out for drinks with the 141 three years after retirement and slips and says something about moving house and the hassle, the rest of the men deciding they will help and so simon decides it's finally time. but he doesn't forewarn them about his family before the day, standing in the garden of your packed up house that your family has outgrown while the men stumble out of the van they hired only to stop dead in their tracks when they see you.

you who is waving in the doorway, a toddler on your hip and looking like you're about to pop while another child - maybe six or seven by their guesses - swings from simon's arm, with a dog jumping up paws on his chest. and like the man he is he doesn't explain, just jerks his chin towards the piles of boxes and empty moving van he's started to pack.

"think you can start making a move on that?"

a few hours later and still no explanation from simon, he's in the first van packed with all the furniture and bigger boxes with you and the kids and the guys follow behind, slack jawed and still confused as they stay speechless until they pull up at the new house.

they're still staring at you as you pile out of the first van and you're shaking your head, elbowing simon in the ribs and muttering a "put them out their misery, Si" and they swear they almost drop dead when they see how gently he handles you, an arm around your waist and a kiss to your temple as he guides you and the two gremlins towards the guys while the dog starts sniffing around its new home.

"fellas, this is the missus and kids," he says and you roll your eyes, holding out your hand towards them and introducing yourself by name, adding on the kids who beam up shyly at these strangers.

that seems to shake them out of it. john takes your hand first, shaking and turning to simon with a "you hide her away in case we try to steal her from you?" he winks and you and only grins wider when simon's hand on your hip seems to squeeze tighter. gaz and soap are bending down and coaxing your two girls out of their shyness, complimenting their light up trainers and asking if it makes them run faster before cheering them on as they run to the front door and back.

they set you up on a fold out chair and do all the heavy lifting as you point them and the boxes in their arms to their correct rooms. later, Simon treats them to dinner (a takeaway) and has you sitting on his knee with the girls in bed and for the first time he spends a night with the guys telling you stories of Simon "Ghost" Riley.

"they're lyin' love," he'll mumble in your ear at every story, "don't believe them do ya?" his hand strokes up your back, squeezing your neck.

"yeah, babe, believe you," you say while smiling at the men around your new dining room table, men who have saved your husbands life more times than he can count, and you find yourself curling closer to simon because of that

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon riley x female reader

[arachine]

something about non-traditional family dynamics with gojo just speaks to me…

includes :: co-parent!gojo, rich boy!gojo, mentions of pregnancy + leaky nips hehe

note :: this is just pure brainrot, started thinking about him in class today and i needed to get this out of my brain!

link to part two + link to part three

i’d like to think that after he knocks you up in college, the two of you take it upon yourselves to get married because, “‘it’s the right thing to do.’” and so, for a few years, you do the whole marriage thing—the family thing.

no longer were you the twenty-something-year-old who partied hard every weekend, and studied until the break of dawn every school night.

no, now you were the twenty-something-year-old who fixed bottles at odd hours in the night, whose nipples leaked through all her favorite tops, who had a husband that paid a mortgage and kissed her goodbye before he went off to work for the company passed down to him.

and after some time, things finally start to fall into place—your little family.

the baby gets bigger. you go through the terrible twos, of course, and the teenage-threes, but once she hits five, it’s suddenly pie in the sky—and god, it feels like you can finally start to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

so, you and gojo have one more. one more girl that’s precious, and smart, and quick-tongued, and every bit of her dad as she is you.

things are touch and go for awhile, but for the most part it’s...easy, smooth. that is, until married life starts to feel like a task, and your husband starts to feel like your roommate instead of your companion.

conversations becomes brief, the bed becomes colder, morning kisses are exchanged for nods of acknowledgement, and you can’t even remember the last time either of you desired each other…

one day though, the two of you come to a mutual decision to separate. you spend the night talking, and talking, and talking. you talk about things. memories—before and after. you even talk about your mis-comings, and if things could’ve gone differently had either of you did ‘this, this, and that’.

when you tell the girls, you’re half expecting them to be upset, but all they can think about is how, “‘they’ll get twice the amount of gifts during holidays’” — at least, according to your oldest who heard that from a kid in her class with separated parents.

a few years pass after your separation and now the both of you have come to a place where you can just be...friends. it was weird, at first—dropping your kids off to their 'other home'. walking them up to the grandiose sky-rise apartment building that's always bustling with people who've got places to be, and working class people to probably torture—but that's neither here, nor there.

gojo's waiting in the lobby. he's leaned up against the side of the elevator, dressed down in all black athleisure, and he's sporting that damn cheesy grin that you find yourself missing lately.

"hey girls," he greets, lowering down to his haunches and opening his arms for hugs, "oof—big hugs, almost knocked me over! missed me that much, huh?"

while the three of them get their hugs out of the way, you stand there idly watching, rocking back and forth on the balls of your heels.

"hey," he finally acknowledges you, "how was the drive? they got everything they need?"

"it was fine, and yep! they insisted on packing their own bags like big girls but i checked them," you say, before whispering, "and then repacked them."

he laughs at that, and then grabs their suitcases.

"but yeah, i should get going before traffic hits. if you need anything, let me know, and if you need anything," you drop down to your knees, "mommy's only a call away, okay?"

the two of them nod, "okay, mommy!"

"good...now come on, hugs and kisses!" you pull them in, getting enough kisses for two-weeks time. eventually, you pull away—albit, reluctantly, and wave your goodbyes.

the three of them watch you walk away, and when you're finally out of ear-shot, gojo utters a 'miss that'.

"miss what, daddy?"

"uh-huh," he clears his throat, "daddy didn't say anything..."

"liar, you miss mommy. don't you?" the youngest grins, all cheeky and knowing. gojo rolls his eyes—not out of annoyance, but because of how much they reminded him of himself. much like he, nothing ever got past those two...and he doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. right now, though? it's gonna be a good thing because he needs to know if-

"does mommy have a new boyfriend?"

"why?" the oldest answers, squinting her eyes in suspicion.

"jeez kid, just answer the question."

she ponders for a second, then extends her hand out, opening and closing it in a fast manner. gojo pouts, then takes out his wallet to put a five dollar bill on it.

she doesn't budge.

"oh, c'mon! i'm your father!" he pouts, but acquiesces and pulls out another five, "fine, you little brat."

with a smile on her face, she stuffs the bills in her front pocket and nods her head.

"wha-really?" he gasps, "is he better looking than me? how old is he? is he younger than daddy? is he richer than daddy? what's he do for work?"

ignoring his questions, she only extends her hand out again.

"i'm not giving you any more money, so we can settle this with some ice cream or nothing."

she ponders for a second time before nodding. "ice cream works for me."

"you little...c'mon get on the elevator."

20 floors in and the questions never stop coming.

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ lace panties.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ rewrote this cus i hated it n y'all been flooding my inbox askin' for it back since yesterday, so here ya go, lovies . <3

"rafe, have you seen my new pair of pink lace panties!?" you cry out, hoping your voice carries over into his bedroom across the hallway, but the oldest cameron sibling doesn't respond—only low, slightly muffled groans, and a small, occasional whimper falling from your older stepbrother's lips.

rafe grunts, releasing a small, breathless little chuckle to himself underneath his breath, breaking off into another low moan, fisting the ballerina pink lace fabric over his heavy, slippery cock, dripping with his pre-cum, feeling his aching balls tighten and warning him that he was so close to his release—so, so fucking close.

and then, he hears you, banging obnoxiously loud on his locked bedroom door, like you always do—spoiled little brat, rafe thinks, making him roll his eyes into the back of his head as you whine his name again, and oh, fuck, he can just imagine you whining so prettily underneath him, with his bigger and stronger body on top of yours, pinning you down as he fucks into you so nasty, so hard, you'd be feeling it for days from how pent up he was, and still is.

rafe doesn't always do this, using your little pair of cute panties to help jerk himself off, but today was a special occasion—at least, that's what rafe likes to think when he thinks about you two spending the day together—and yeah, he was taking you out on his boat, and maybe, just maybe, you'll let him fuck you raw with the waves gently rocking the boat, sunshine beating down on both of you, bathing you in golden light as he roughly ploughs into your sweet little pussy, making you appear like an angel.

and god, you'd look so gorgeous, he can just imagine it, making him pump his large, tight fist even faster, the delicate pink lace of your panties already so wet and sticky, and fuck, he hears you call his name again, and he shoots his hot, scorching load all over your panties, staining them with his cum.

what a waste, rafe thinks, he'd rather shoot his cum deep inside of your overstuffed, sweet little pussy, filling your womb, and he knows he's fucked, wanting to make his little baby stepsister as his girl, as his.

then, rafe smirks to himself, lifting up the tiny pair of ruined panties with the tip of his long, calloused index finger, letting the lace dangle as he obsessively observes the creamy fluid that coated the poor lace, but he doesn't care, he can always just buy you another cute pair of panties since you 'keep losing them', as you always complain with a cute, glossy pout—but rafe knows the truth, he thinks to himself smugly.

besides, the more he steals your panties, clean or dirty, rafe doesn't mind, he'll know you'll start to catch on—and he can only hope that when that time comes, you'll come begging on your knees, all weepy and submissive for his cock.

however, in the meantime, he still has a few more of your pretty lace panties to jerk off to just to help him reach his release, but he knows it'll only last for so long before he gives in and makes a move on you, making you his.

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