#i forgot about this one
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Crazy:B and a Miku it seems
#꒰ა ☘︎ ໒꒱#enstars#ensemble stars#niki shiina#rinne amagi#kohaku oukawa#himeru#i forgot about this one#yeah ig miku's there as well#oh btw the poses are referenced from vbs's 5th single cover
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WIP Wednesday Friday
Tagged by @emotionalcadaver
No pressure tags: @confidentandgood, @poisonedtruth, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @chadillacboseman, @roofgeese, @captastra, @illiana-mystery, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky and anyone else who wants to share.
In the meantime, have some Maglias domestic baby fluff I've been sitting on for like a year.
TW: lightly suggestive, language, etc.
Emily frowned, watching as the infant cast a fistful of cereal to the ground. She was round and pink, a wisp of red hair growing atop an otherwise bare head.
“Do we have to give her back?” the little girl smiled as a fat fist reached out to hold onto a dark braid.
“Afraid so,” Diana sighed, plucking Rachel from the highchair. She adored babies, wishing her own hadn’t sprouted to three and five so quickly. “But they're over here all the time, Emmy. You’ll see this sweet girl more than you want, I promise.”
“She’s like a real baby doll,” The little girl followed her mother, dragging the chair from the table. It was propped next to the sink before Emily was climbing up to watch Ana gently plop the baby into side of the sink over flowing with suds. A box of Mr. Bubbles sat on the counter before the girl was sneakily pouring more in. Rachel cooed, blue eyes crinkling.
“Don’t go telling Aunt Maggie you tried to dress her in all your doll’s bonnets and hats.” Diana languidly slid her rings off before flipping a curtain of ochre hair over one shoulder.
“Aunt Maggie wouldn’t care.” Emily added sagely, “She told me she used to dress me up when I was really small.”
Before anything could be added to that, the screen door was swinging open.
“Go Packers!” Chris declared, clutching a plump bag of potato chips.
“Uncle Chris!” Emily was quick to hop off the chair before running to the young man’s side. “Did you bring me a present?”
“Emily!” Ana chided from the kitchen, watching as Taylor scooped the girl in his arms. Peeling the plaid scarf from around a tan neck, the garment was tucked around her.
“She’s fine.” Setting her back down on the chair before traipsing over to the kitchen table, “The scarf can be the present. Orange is your color, Emily.”
“But that’s Cleveland’s color,” wrinkling her nose in disgust, “We’re a Greenbay household.”
“Your dad teach you that?”
“Damn straight he did,” King boomed from the doorway, his youngest tucked in his arms. Jamie wriggled a bit before being sat on the ground. Squealing in delight, the boy darted down the hallway with his sister chasing after. “How you doing, Taylor?”
“Bout the same as always,” the men clapped hands before the younger of the two plopped into a chair, “Hope the shop wasn’t too crazy this week.”
“We managed.” King spun a chair around on its legs, sitting backwards, “Think Elias rethought giving you a whole week’s vacation after replacing five carburetors Monday. Went through a shit ton of cigarettes between the two of us.”
“Where the hell is he?” Chris looked around, making sure he hadn’t missed his buddy tucked away in the other room. King barked wolfishly while Diana shot him a look.
“Probably couldn’t get out of bed.”
“Stop being lewd,” the woman reminded him, rinsing the babbling toddler off with a glass of warm water.
“You said they probably skipped dinner plans last night but I’m the lewd one.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Chris chuckled, popping open the bag of chips.
“We gave those two the night off,” turning around from the sink, Diana proudly clutched a freshly washed Rachel bound in a terrycloth towel. The baby cooed, reaching for Chris. Smiling at the surprise, the man held her tight as bright blue eyes assessed him curiously. “Charlie probably isn’t wrong.”
“Of course I’m not wrong,” King rolled his eyes at his given name, “You know that man probably got the best head of his life this morning.”
“Shoosh,” Diana smacked the back of her husband’s head. “I’d prefer not to have that conversation with the kid’s running around. It’s bad enough that Emmy heard me refer to them as rabbits. Now she insists that if they’re rabbits, Rachel’s a bunny.”
“You are cute like a bunny, huh?” Chris grinned at the bundle in his arms, enjoying the pleasant weight of the infant. Incredibly small yet chubby. “Those rabbits haven’t been up to anything in the shop latetly, have they?”
“Not since I caught them in the office a few months back. Still embarrassed about that one.” King shook his head as the three shared a laugh. The sound of car door echoed through the open window, Diana’s eyes quick to see a shade of robin blue behind the gauzy curtains.
“Alright, quiet now.” Ana jumped back to her feet, checking the progress of a casserole in the oven, “I’d prefer not to make either of them blush anymore than they already do.”
Voices could be heard echoing from the front porch, storm door squeaking open. An elderly Major jangled in first, sprinting down the hall to where the children were squealing. Elias limped into view first, leaning on the doorframe. Maggie clung to his side, windburned face burrowed into a sharp neck.
“Sorry we’re a little late,” she chirped, peeling herself from the man, “Lost track of time.”
“Lost track of a lot of time,” Elias chuckled, pushing aviator sunglasses up in tawny waves. King held in a chuckle while Taylor turned beet red, “You make a bet or something?”
“No,” King tossed his head back in a bought of laughter, “Ana told me that would be ‘unseemly’. But I’d be a rich man if I had.”
“How was dinner?” Diana changed the subject, getting two bashful looks when the couple turned to face her.
“We didn’t make it out.” Maggie fought the rush of pink rising up her neck, pushing a ginger curl behind one ear. Ignoring the jests of her friends, the woman stalked to Chris’s side before relieving him of a bundled Rachel.
“Guess that would’ve made you a rich woman.” Elias winked at Ana who accepted a welcome kiss to the cheek.
“I don’t bet on the personal proclivities of my friends,” She squeezed the man into a hug before leaning back, “But you and your wife are painfully predictable.”
“You and Mags don’t have conversations about what we’re up when you watch Emily and Jamie?” King smirked again, enjoying watching the two squirm.
“Can’t say that we do. But I know you and Taylor gossip like old women.” Elias teased before he was at his other half’s side. Sinking into an empty chair, Maggie rocked an excited Rachel while Chris vacated his own seat for his superior. “Thanks. How was vacation?”
“Phenomenal. I’ll have to tell you about it later.” The younger man clapped his sergeant on the shoulder before taking a seat next to King. The two talked about the impending game while Ana watched the couple dote on their daughter.
“Was she behaved okay? Did she take to formula alright?” Bright blue eyes looked up to her friend who grinned warmly. Rachel squirmed in a loose grip to flip to examine the face of her father, who pressed to a kiss to a round head.
“She was a peach. Barely fussed at all. Though Emily really likes dressing her up, thinks she’s a doll.”
“I used to dress Emmy up when she was Rachel’s size.” Maggie grinned sweetly, carefully handing the bundle off to Elias. “She eat recently?”
“Had a bottle about an hour ago and just got a bit of a bath. I’m afraid I’m in love with her.”
“Want to keep her a few more nights?” Elias offered playfully, garnering King’s attention.
“How do you still have energy?”
“This would be to catch up on sleep.” He winked, bouncing Rachel in his lap.
“You’re all making her blush,” Ana cooed, wrapping her arms around Maggie’s shoulders. A large hand reached out to squeeze a small knee, lingering there for a moment.
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jake, trying desperately to push open his sarcophagus: let me out! i be the I-G-G-Y!
steven, cowering: do NOT let him in.
marc, trying desperately to keep the sarcophagus closed: i’m trying!!
#anfkdkkdksj#i forgot about this one#this might be one of my favorites#incorrect quotes#marvel#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#marcjakesteven#jake x steven x marc#marcsteven#jakesteven#marcjake
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how to get shot in the head a second time
#i forgot about this one#for a friends birthday#give it up for us having bad taste 🤙🤙#marvel#daredevil#matt murdock#frank castle#art tag#fratt
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Can't find this one at the moment so just reposting:
I would like to think that when Sam gets flustered he mixes up his languages. He always starts in English, but it ends up mixed with Latin and Enochian. If he is really flustered a little bit of Greek slips out.
Dean, of course, doesn't understand what Sam's trying to say. He catches a few bits but really Sam? Greek and Enochian? What has you that flustered?
Cas understands it perfectly and used to be confused until he picked up it's a social cue of Sam being embarrassed.
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LUXURIA
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#far cry 5#john seed#john seed x deputy#the deputy#deputy rook#I forgot about this one#and I had to reverse image search the photo I traced#because I deleted everything after saving this#buuut#here it iiis#I wanted to draw his tattoos#and those references I can't even find anymore#without going through pages of googke images#fanart#my art
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#I forgot about this one#I should have put roberto and Meryl on the other two but too late now#trigun#trigun meme#trigun stampede#vash the stampede#trigun vash#tristamp#vash
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"Previously on Doctor Who
709 episodes ago..."
LMAO ??? 😭
#that's so funny#didn’t expect it either#really funny tho#AH#sorry the eyes in the change#anyway#OH IT'S#IT'S THAT EPISODE#I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE#OH ONE :[#doctor who#doctor who season 10#first doctor#twelfth doctor
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BoJereMartin threesome with a mysterious horny potion :)
He opened his mouth with a quiet “good boy” whispered his way, and swallowed Martin down as Jere pressed inside him; bracing himself on his forearms as he was wholly consumed by the sensation of being deliciously filled in a way that he could only describe as near-religious.
Feel free to send a 🌹 and I'll share a line of a WIP :)
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:) enjoy
YEAHHHH STEVEN HE I LOVE THIS ONE
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