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phatcatphergus · 18 days
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Every time tubbo plays a UK commercial I become more worried for whatever the fuck the UK thinks is okay to air on tv
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Here we are (as in olden days)
Pairing: Miles Kane x Alex Turner (Milex)
Word count: 17k (one-shot)
Rating: Explicit
A/N: A little wintry Milex AU for you! ✨️❄️☃️ I started writing this just before Christmas, thinking it would just be a quick little 3k fic 🙃 It turned into a little more that, which also means it's definitely not in time for Christmas, but I still hope it'll still be enjoyable! 💫
Once again, my endless thanks to the brilliant and unbelievably kind @uhbasicallyjustmilex for the beta and the feedback, I don't know where I'd be without you and your unfailing support 💘
Summary:
When he was just ten years old, Miles Kane had to say goodbye to his best friend Alex Turner, after Alex's dad landed a coveted teaching job at an American university and the whole family had suddenly upped and moved across the pond. Miles had long ago accepted that he would probably never see Alex again, and that their childhood friendship would forever remain a gold-tinged memory. He never expected that, fifteen years later, the Turners would suddenly move back to the UK with their now adult son in tow, and he certainly didn’t think he’d be spending Christmas with them only a few weeks after he learned the news. And yet, that is exactly what's going to be happening.
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dark-dimare · 1 year
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Imagine seven year old Luffy seeing some baby animals (maybe wolves?) play-biting out of affection and deciding to do the same. So he goes up to Ace and just gently *nom*.
Ace is confused, cause what? He asks, and Luffy just says that he saw someone else do that to their siblings. Ace, not realizing that Luffy saw baby /animals/ play-bite their sibling, and runs with it. After all, Luffy has the most experience with kids their age between the two of them. (Sabo’ as experiences don’t count to them because “Nobles are weird”)
So the two (or three if it happens before Sabo’s accident) just start biting each other as a way of showing affection. No big deal, just average wild child stuff, only it continues once they’ve set out and gathered crew.
I imagine Ace ended up gathering the Spades in a similar manner to Luffy, one by one kind of way but no more than two at a time. By the time the next Spade joined, the previous one was not only accustomed to but joined in with affectionate biting. It wasn’t much, or often, but still present enough.
Ace doesn’t even realize that it’s not a normal thing until after he joins Whitebeard, when he affectionately bites Thatch for bringing him food. A whole shenanigan-esque scene happens where they try to explain to Ace that No, humans do not tend to bite each other in affection outside of lovers in intimate situations. Once it finally sinks in, all he can say is “Oh no, my brother’s poor crew.”
Luffy doesn’t hesitate to affectionately bite his nakama, and they just take it as part of him, just like how he’s rubber. It mainly becomes a thing when the other Straw Hats start doing it as well.
Zoro, I imagine, would be the first, and would first do it to Sanji. Like, he just woke up from a nap, and sees Sanji handing him a bottle of booze. So, as thanks, he instinctively gives Sanji a gentle nip on his wrist as he takes the bottle. Sanji is so shook he doesn’t even start a fight over it, and just numbly walks over to the girl(s). “You know how Luffy keeps biting us?” “Yeah, he’s like a damn mosquito, only he doesn’t draw blood.” “Zoro just bit me. Like how Luffy does.” “…What?”
From there, it spreads. Gentle nips as thanks, worried noms for those injured, soft bites as just general “I’m glad you’re here”. Every one of the Straw Hats bite each other. (I imagine Brook has a bone in particular that he lets them nom on because he’s so tall, and they don’t want to upset him by making him feel like a chew toy, and it just has various teeth marks simply because of how many times they’ve gently bit him. He’s very thankful for it, because on nights when he can’t sleep because he’s suddenly thrown mentally back into isolation, he can feel their marks on his bone and remember that he will never be alone as long as they live.)
The Whitebeards are thrown through a loop if/when they meet a small crew captained by their Second Division Commander’s precious baby brother, and finds that a l l of them have the same way of showing affection, and none of them brought up how weird it is.
(If Sabo was still around when Luffy came to this conclusion, I imagine it’d gotten stuck in Sabo’s instincts to nom with affection. Koala is the first -and only for a long time- person he bites, and she doesn’t question it because “maybe it’s an amnesia thing? Like him not even knowing his name?”, and doesn’t even bring it up. The others only find out once Hack gets bitten for delivering a tired and hungry Sabo a snack after training. “You know I’m not food, right?” “Yeah?” “So then why did you bite me?” “I bite Koala all the time?” “I thought it was an amnesia thing, is it not?” “No, it’s not even really a human thing, with some very age-specific exceptions.” “Huh. Normally, I just feel like biting, so I bite. Normally, it’s a ‘I’m glad you’re here’ or ‘hello/goodbye’ bite. That was a ‘thank you’.” “…all right.”)
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gaeapplehairline · 3 months
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hey could like talk about the super bowl commercials this year cause....what the fuck.
First of all and most importantly the pro-isreal commercial that aired while Isreal BOMBED Rafah. I'm gonna say this again real clearly ISREAL. BOMBED. RAFAH. The one place that Palestinians were promised safety but then were told to evacuate even though it was virtually impossible to do so. Don't stay silent about that when complaining about the game this year. I don't care who won, innocent people, families, CHILDREN are being murdered. Stay aware, the only reason we don't know what's happening is because they are murdering the journalists. Learn their names, stay informed.
Now on a lighter (still annoying) note. Why did temu have the money to air their commercial like 7 times. Like no normal dropship company should have those funds. Also disney making a commercial purely off of quotes after the writers strike is frickin laughable. As well as the commercials didn't feel like superbowl commercials. They kinda lacked the fun whimsy and felt so stiff. There wasn't really many that were notable/earwormy and funny. (puppy monkey baby, that tiny doctor pepper guy, etc) I'd say with the exception of "Michael CeraVe". That one is more subjective though. Everything about the advertising this game just felt so...incorrect. I always watched the commercials when I was younger cause they were funny and I love following how things are publicized so I was disappointed on many ends this year.
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theforumcat · 4 months
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Lamb gremlin
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baby-brawl-bracket · 1 year
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Baby Brawl Bracket: Round 1 Match 7
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nosferatufaggot · 5 months
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I realize I should not have worn my puppymonkeybaby shirt to work today. Not because the shirt is unprofessional, but because PMB does not deserve to watch the horrors of capitalism more than they already have. They deserve better than that.
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a-high-ludicolo · 1 year
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Do you ever think that babies only cry because somewhere a puppy got slapped and they were connected to that puppy but the connection slowly dissapeared but whenever people randomly feel sad the dog got hurt and when the dog dies they just loose connection to that dog?!
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luna-mayham · 1 year
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https://youtu.be/nQcfK9EKfL4
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Jokes on you, I know this ad and I actually spam the song sometimes because it's hella good
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intexda · 1 year
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The panda dog badger is the natural predator of the puppy monkey baby. It has only ever been seen in lego portrayal but it's a relentless hunter that uses its cute face to lure unsuspecting puppy monkey babies into its iron grip.
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charlie-thepitbull · 2 years
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Charlie loves her toy monkey and playing tug of war.
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In The Heat Of The Morning
Pairing: Miles Kane x Alex Turner (Milex)
Word count: 11k (one-shot)
Rating: Explicit
A/N: Some baby puppets smut for your enjoyment! This is one of those completely self-indulgent fics that have been rolling around my head for years and which I finally decided to write. It's sort of my (and Miles's) love letter to the fluffy wonder that is 2008 Alex, and to the TAOTU era, which will forever hold a very special place in my heart. Basically 10k of smut (but with plenty of feelings to because it's them and it's me). Hope you enjoy! ✨️
Endless thanks to the wonderful and supremely talented @uhbasicallyjustmilex for the beta and the cheerleading - your kindness and support mean the absolute world to me Lulu, you're a absolute gem!! 💘
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There's no denying it. It's an unmistakable moan. A throaty, broken sound that Miles has definitely never heard Alex make before, because he'd know if he had. It’s similar to the sound Alex sometimes makes when he’s performing with the Monkeys, at the start of a bridge or a solo, but it’s also not like that at all. Because where those moans are deliberate and showy, this one is clearly accidental, and therefore much, much more intimate. They both freeze, Miles's hand still gripping Alex’s hair while the ghost of the moan continues to echo inescapably through the room.
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phatcatphergus · 18 days
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Did this impact anyone else as a person in 2016 like it did for me
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glorytoad · 4 months
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Misleading article. It’s actually about focusing your mind during prayer.
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flyingthesky · 7 months
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every tubi ad tumblr forces me to look at is worse than the last one in an indescribable way i have not felt since like 2015 when mtn dew invented puppy monkey baby
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moonstruckme · 1 month
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hi! i've been stalking your page for literal hours and i love how you write poly marauders so much!! could you write how they would react to the reader coming home from a night out with a black eye or something like that?? <33333
Thank you lovely! And thanks for being so patient while I took literal months to get to this request haha, love you! <3
cw: reader is drunk and has a black eye
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words
“Hey, gorgeous,” Sirius says as you come in the door. Remus shushes him, and he lowers his voice. “How’re the girls?” 
“Good,” you reply, cautiously quiet as you kick off your shoes. 
Rounding the couch, you see James asleep on Remus’ shoulder, a small puddle of drool soaking into the material of the taller boy’s pajama shirt. They’re all in pajamas, actually. Envy strikes you through the heart. They look so unbearably cozy, better than you in your scratchy jeans and too-tight top. 
“I hope you didn’t wait up,” you say as Remus flips his book closed, and Sirius chuckles. You’ll learn later that you’d been slurring your words. 
“We don’t mind,” Remus confirms your suspicions. “You didn’t walk home by yourself, did you?” 
You shake your head, flopping into the spot beside James on the couch. Only you hadn’t quite thought that through, and Remus tuts as he starts to rouse. 
“Sorry,” you whisper. “Um, the girls dropped me off out front.” 
Sirius nods his approval. James hums as he picks his head up off Remus’ shoulder, spotting you. 
“Hey, lovie.” He transfers his affections to you, wrapping his arms around your neck and letting himself weigh heavily against your front. You giggle, your favorite monkey. “Did you just get home?” 
“Uh-huh. Oh, Jamie!” You gasp as a memory makes its way out of the fog of your brain. “I saw something you would have loved.” 
“What’s that?” he asks. 
“We came across a dog park, and I didn’t even know those could be open at night but—” 
“No, angel.” He’s stopped hugging you, an unpleasant development, one of his hands leaving your neck to hold your cheek. “What’s that on your face?” 
“Hm?” You don’t remember anything getting on your face. “I dunno. Jamie, I’m trying to tell you about the puppies.” 
“Just hold on, darling, sorry. Is that a bruise?” 
“What?” Sirius is in front of you before you know what’s happened. Vampire-fast, you think fascinatedly, wondering if he’d have been a streak across your vision had you bothered to look. Though, to be fair, your vision is generally streaky at the moment. He takes your chin in his hand, tilting it up and to the side. “Remus, point your light here.” 
There’s a low creaking as Remus adjusts his reading lamp, and then you’re squeezing your eyes shut. 
“Jesus, what the hell?” 
Remus curses softly, and you squint to see him leaning closer to you. Your boyfriends’ faces crowd your vision like a three-headed monster. 
“Baby,” Sirius says, sounding heartbroken, “what happened?” 
“I don’t—can you move the light away?” 
More creaking, and you can see again. You blink, eyes watery, and Sirius lays a painstakingly gentle thumb over the skin beneath your eye. 
“It must be bad if it’s already bruising,” he says. 
Remus stands. “Then we should put ice on it.” 
You pout as he disappears into the kitchen, but Sirius recaptures your attention by turning your face toward his. 
“I need you to think.” He fixes his stare on yours gravely. His eyes are the color of the moon reflecting off water. You try to tell him so, but his frown doesn’t abate. “Listen,” he says, “what happened to hurt your eye? You have to remember.” 
You purse your lips, shaking your head at him. “I feel like I’d know if something happened,” you say self-assuredly. “It’s probably just makeup. Can you get me a wipe?” 
“Angel.” James’ eyebrows have hooked upwards in the middle. He’s looking uncharacteristically serious, too. Your boyfriends are really not being a ton of fun tonight, you think. “It’s all red and purple. You can’t tell me that doesn’t hurt, babydoll.” 
You shrug. That may be so. But if it doesn’t hurt, who really cares? 
Sirius gets up just as Remus comes back with what looks like a balled-up dish towel. He passes it to you with a tender look on his face. 
“Put this on your eye, honey,” he says. Then, “Sirius, love, where are you going?” 
“To call Evans.” 
You touch the cloth to your eye, but it’s freezing cold, and you opt to let it rest in your lap instead.
“She won’t even be home yet,” Remus argues. “And what do you think you’ll accomplish if you do get ahold of her? She can’t tell us anything now that she won’t still know in the morning.” 
“What if somebody did this to her? If Evans saw, I want to know about it tonight.” 
“Don’t you think,” James says, “that if someone hit her, the girls would’ve come in and told us?” You lean against his side, and he wraps an arm around you automatically, rubbing your shoulder. He smells like strawberries and laundry detergent and something ineffably homey. “They wouldn’t have just dropped her off out front.” 
“What if no one saw?” 
“Then what do you think calling will do, love?” 
“I just…I feel like I have to do something. Don’t you?” 
You lean your head on James’ shoulder and snuggle into the familiar sounds of your boyfriends’ voices, overlapping and intermingling. You don’t realize they’ve gone quiet until Remus’ hand wraps around yours, and you open your eyes. 
“You’ve got to actually hold this on your eye,” he chides lovingly, taking the dish towel from you and pressing it to your face. 
The edge of something hard beneath the cloth digs into a tender spot beneath your eye, and you flinch. “Ow.” 
Remus’ forehead creases sympathetically. “Sorry.” 
But the pain brings another memory out of the fog. You pick your head up as you feel your good eye widen in realization, meeting Sirius’. 
He flicks up an eyebrow. “What’re you smiling about?” 
“I remember what happened,” you admit, a touch of embarrassment to your tone. And if you hadn’t had everyone’s attention before, you do now. 
“What was it?” James rubs your shoulder reassuringly. “You can tell us.” 
“It’s…when we were at the dog park, I got distracted.” 
Remus’ eyes narrow. “Go on.” 
You rub your lips together self-consciously. “I may have walked into a sign. About poop bags.” 
James leans away from you to see you better. “Like, a metal sign?” 
You nod, and he winces. 
“Ouch, lovie.” 
“Fucking hell.” Sirius covers his face with both hands, loosing a big breath through the cracks in his palms. Remus reaches back to pats his leg consolingly. “I was ready to go after whoever did that with a tire iron.” 
You shrink into the couch cushions. “Sorry.” 
“You could still take a tire iron to the sign, I suppose,” James says. 
Sirius ignores him, crouching in front of you and taking your face in both hands. Remus lets the cloth drop rather than maneuver around him. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, understand?” 
“Yeah,” James agrees, “if you injure yourself in the future, ask for a pen and make a note on your arm or something. Save us the worry.” 
You lean forward, pressing a lingering, heartfelt kiss to Sirius’ cheek. 
“Thanks for worrying,” you say, and where your lips touched him the skin glows pink. 
“You’re taking years of my life, you know,” he says quietly. 
Remus chuckles. “Don’t worry. It looks good on you.” 
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