hi, so it's the first time i send a request in your blog, found it the other day and literally love it. I saw that someone asked the other day a Sergio Ramos x reader were she says to him daddy but in a fluff way, so could you do it but in smut maybe? thanks and hope you okay <3

𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣? [𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉- 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄] | 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙤

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Im so glad you enjoy my blog and im doing fine, thank you for asking!! Here's the NSFW version [: Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and Sergio have been living together for a few months now, and it's been nothing short of amazing. You both have your own quirks and habits, but you love each other more with every passing day.  Sergio is generally perceived as serious and even aggressive by most people, but in your company, he exhibits a playful and silly demeanor. While it's common knowledge that Sergio is someone who takes his work and responsibilities seriously and doesn't back away from a challenge, you are aware of a more tender side to him that he seldom displays to others. Witnessing him let his guard down and abandon the stern façade he usually wears is quite refreshing.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, you're lounging on the couch, reading a book when Sergio suddenly jumps out from behind the armchair and tackles you. You shriek with laughter as he pins you down. "You didn't see that coming, did you?" he says, grinning.

You giggle and squirm under his weight, trying to push him off. "Get off of me, you big oaf!" Sergio laughs and tickles you, making you wriggle even more. "Not until you say I'm so handsome and I'm the best boyfriend ever!" he says, still tickling you.

"Okay, okay, I'm so handsome and I’m the best boyfriend ever!" you say, still giggling.

Sergio laughs, shaking his head, and continues to tickle you. "You know that's not what I meant!"

You laugh even harder now, your side cramping and tears falling down your cheeks. "Okay, okay, please s-stop I can't breathe!" 

He smiles, finally stopping as he grabs your hands and pins them up above your head as you continue to chuckle softly, trying to regain your breath.

“Atta girl, just breathe slowly you got this,” he smiles as he looks down at you.

As he speaks, butterflies flutter in your stomach, and a warm blush spreads across your cheeks. Although you were already flushed from laughing earlier, you couldn't help the reaction he stirred in you. Perhaps he didn't even notice how his words affected you, lost in the moment. You bite your bottom lip playfully, deciding to tease Sergio a bit. "Thank you, Daddy," you say with a hint of mischief in your voice. 

You can see the surprise in his expression at the endearment you've used, realizing you've never called him that before. But something about the way the word rolls off your tongue ignites a fire within him that he didn't know existed. His jaw tightens, and his eyes seem to darken with desire. "Say that again," he demands, his voice low and husky.

You meet his gaze, pretending to be oblivious to his reaction. "Say what?" you ask, looking down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. "Daddy?" you say the word slowly, relishing in the effect it has on him. Sergio leans in closer to you, his breath warm on your face. "I like the way you say that," he whispers, his voice barely above a growl. "I wonder how it would sound hearing your pretty lips cry out while calling me that.” You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and your heart rate picks up as he whispers down at you. Stick to the plan….stick to the plan, you think to yourself.

The air between you is charged with electricity, and you can feel the tension building.

His grip of your wrist loosens up as you sit up. He leans down, his lips brush against yours. You kiss him, not being able to resist. As your lips meet, the world around you fades into the background, and all that remains is the taste of him on your tongue and the sensation of his arms around you. His kiss is soft and tender at first, but as the passion between you builds, it becomes more urgent, more insistent.

As soft pants escape his lips, he grabs your waist and pulls you towards him, indicating that he wants you to sit on his lip. As you straddle over him, you immediately press your lips against his. Your hands glide through his hair, drawing him closer to you, while his hands trace the curves of your body over your back. It's a blissful time, and you forget about everything else for a while, immersed in the heat of the moment. “I don't think you realized what you have done to me, Y/N,” Sergio mumbles against your lips as he grabs your ass, pulling you towards him so you can feel his bulge. You moan against his lips, becoming more turned on by the minute, yearning him to be inside you. And, based on the way you started rocking your hips back and forth on his lap, he knew precisely what you wanted as well. He pulls away from the kiss as he clutches your waist, causing you to stop moving and forming a frown on your face. "Tell Daddy exactly what you want, Y/N." Sergio's voice is demanding as he stares deeply into your eyes. You feel embarrassed, but hearing Sergio refer to himself as Daddy enlightened something inside you. You keep quiet out of humiliation, while knowing exactly what you desire. “Y/N… Say it," Sergio says. "I want you to fuck me," you say back. Sergio smirks but says nothing else, instead leaning back on the couch, "Oh yeah? "Show me how badly you want me," he teases.  You bite your bottom lip because you know exactly what he wants. You move off of him and kneel down between his legs, looking him in the eyes as you carefully untie the sweatpants he is wearing. You want to tease him for messing with you earlier and making you feel ashamed just moments before.

As you undo the strings, you grab the hem of his sweatpants and pull them down to his ankles with his assistance. His cock twitches with anticipation as you kiss the tip of his member through his boxers. He clenches his teeth slightly as he detects your unusually slow speed, "Y/N," he demands, "You don't want to start something you can't finish." And he was correct. You almost came before he even touched you the last time he teased you. You nod politely and take his boxers, slipping them down as well. His cock jumps out of his boxers, causing you to lick your lips. You are such a slut for him. As you place him in your mouth, you grab the base of his cock with one hand and begin to give him head by bobbing your head up and down. He sighs as he grips your hair, allowing you to maintain the steady pace you've established for yourself. After 30 seconds, your jaw starts to ache, but hearing Sergio's groans and murmured curse words fires you on enough to push through the pain. Both of your hands are wrapped around his cock, your head bobbing up and down, your tongue paying special attention to the tip of his cock. "F-Fuck Y/N," he groans softly as he pants. His grasp on the top of your head intensifies as he pulls back your hair to free you from him. "Ride me," he mumbles. You're panting as well, trying to ignore the pain in your jaw. "Yes, Daddy," you answer obediently as you remove your shorts, leaving only your lacy black panties on. You straddle him again, teasingly rubbing your barely covered pussy on his demanding dick, causing him to groan. He holds your jaw with one hand and pulls you towards him wanting to make out. You groan against his lips as you kiss him, enjoying how hungry he was acting as it made you want to devour him even more. While you two are kissing, he takes his hand away from your jaw and moves it to rest against your lower back, while his other hand moves your panties to the side. His fingers rubbed up and down your slit, two of them slipping inside and causing you to gasp against his lips. When you gasp, he is able to put his tongue into your mouth. As he curls his fingers inside of you, his tongue dances around with yours. You shake from the sensation and moan  against his lips, enjoying how he makes you feel. His fingers stray from your body as he quietly pants and pulls away from the kiss. He smirks as he sees his fingers sparkling with your juices as he gazes into your lust-filled, desire-filled eyes. He asks, "Now who made you this wet?," as he puts his fingers inside his mouth to rinse the secretions from them. As you observe the scene, you nip at your bottom lip. “You did, Daddy.” He taps your side and smirks once more, urging you to stand up.  You put some distance between the two of you. Before inserting it, he runs his tip along the inside of your slit. Then you start to recline on him, letting his cock into you more deeply and making a moaning sound. He takes his hands on your waist and lifts you up and down to bounce you on his cock before you have a chance to get used to his large, girthy size. As you place your hand on his chest and scream his name aloud, "S-Sergio!" you exclaim. He moans and tilts his head back. So that you may regain control, he stops bouncing you and says, "I'm sorry, my love." He says as he presses his lips back against yours, "You just feel so good around me. You give him a kiss in return and put your arms around his neck to intensify the kiss. You start to rock yourself back and forth whilst riding him as the kiss gets deeper. When you rub yourself up against him, you groan as you feel his member dig deeply into you. Sergio gives you about a minute to finish before he wants to take control again. You start to whimper as he grips you by the waist and elevates you high enough for his cock to emerge from you, but he speaks before you can react, "Turn around, my love."

You turn away from him, nod obediently, and spin around so that your back is now toward him. You take a squatting stance with your back against his chest while you get comfortable between his legs. In order to put distance between you and him, he softly pushes you. He then takes your sides and starts to help you thrust upward while you bounce up and down. You groan aloud as this position seems to be hitting harder than before. All that can be heard when he penetrates you is the moisture from your pussy gushing against his cock.  You whimper out, panting heavily, "I-If you continue I'm going to cum!" Sergio interprets this to mean that since you are about to have an orgasm , he should continue harder. You scream loudly from the pleasure as he makes a slow, powerful thrust, and unsurprisingly, you have an orgasm. He grunts as he does this. Your pussy clenches his cock firmly, forcing him to cum as well without any provocation. He has you in such a tight grasp that you might get bruised, but you don't mind since you enjoy it. He says, "F-Fuck," as you slump back against his chest. Your legs are still twitching as you pant heavily while keeping your eyes closed. Sergio lets you get off of him and helps you turn around so you can curl up next to him with what little energy he still has left. He leans down to kiss your forehead while still attempting to catch his breath.“I love you so much, my love. Just give me one moment and I'll get you all cleaned up, okay?” You incline your head slightly in his direction while nodding. You admire the way he treats you like a Queen while still fucking you like a slut. The perfect combination

dreaming a festive little dream

summary: You always look back on the bad times when you're standing in front of everything you've always wanted. Perhaps Santa brought him that astronomy book he wanted as a kid, or maybe his gift already arrived and he'll be reminded of how lucky he truly is.

content: dadchesters, parent!wincest, family bonding, only fluff/a bit of saddening nostalgia I guess, kiddos causing trouble, domestic bants

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Sam would be lying if he said he'd always adored Christmas.

 For the longest time, it was the complete opposite. He abhorred the holiday and those stupid ornaments, tacky trees, and annoying carolers that would come to the motel door every year without fail, even though they never spent any two Christmases in the same place. Class parties were upsetting and made seven-year-old Sam run to the bathroom with tears rolling down his pudgy little cheeks at the sight of all the parents surprising their children at school. The teachers would forget about him and continue pouring green and red Kool Aid into cheap Dixie cups while he plucked at the strings of his short-sleeve, too-thin-for-winter shirt in a dingy restroom to make the tears stop. In fact, the only reason he'd return to class at all is because those candy apples, mince pies, and dollar store chocolates would make up the only meal he'd had in two days. Dean would try to feed him at the room after school but he'd say that he had lunch there so his older brother would feed himself at last in lieu of sacrificing yet another meal for his chubby little sibling.

 Sam would ignore the rumbling in his stomach when he woke up on Christmas Day to find stolen presents under the dining table and an air freshener tree taped to the side before rushing to hug and kiss Dean's eleven-year-old cheeks and watching as he tried to hide his frost-nipped fingers from view, which happened without a doubt the night prior when he stole gifts from the neighbors. He wasn't as oblivious as Dean had hoped, after all.

 John would call them for four and a half minutes tops and tell them to clean the guns and pack their things to leave in a few hours when he'd return, but not after a trip to a dive bar decked out with tinsel and Nat King Cole playing on the radio, which would be the only thing to remind him that he missed another Christmas with his sons—not that he cared. The blood of some ghoul or monster would stain his hands when he handed over a twenty dollar bill to pay off his tab, which is twice as much money that he gave to his boys for a few days. He beat the monster and to him, that's all that mattered.

Twenty-eight-year-old Sam Winchester wakes up with a start from his nightmare and shudders at the lingering feeling of cold numbness in his nose from the blizzard his mind had flung him into for the night. He sits up and expects the familiar chilly air and lack of insulation in another podunk motel room and to feel the abrasiveness of scratchy ninety-nine cent sheets on a Dateline oh-god-I-hope-that's-paint mattress, but finds nothing of the sort. Thirty dollar flannel sheets layer over him and shield him from the thermostat-regulated seventy-six degree room, which is painted a nice grey instead of the peeling wallpaper he saw in his dream.

 The clock on his bedside table reads just before ten o'clock, a time which is verified by the gentle sweeping of sunshine bleeding into the room through the curtains. The room is splashed a golden yellow by the rays of light and this bright intrusion prompts him to stand up onto his feet and begin walking through his house. His dream created a film inside his mind and he feels foreign in this beautiful home—no empty beer bottles or pizza boxes, no flickering lights or broken taps, no neighbors going at it like animals in heat or pipes squeaking under the pressure of water coursing through their copper interiors. The chair rail is painted white and matches the molding strips; there are pictures framed on the walls of children—their children—taken professionally for birthdays and Christmases and anniversaries; and there’s a clanging sound coming from what’s presumably the kitchen given the open layout, followed by a gruff voice laughing and shushing the source of the sound.

 Sam looks down at what he’s wearing and it all starts coming back to him: his red and white striped pyjamas were pointed out to him as a joke by Dean in a Pottery Barn catalogue but were bought anyway, the smell of pine needles and spice are coming from the tree in the corner of the living room, and the noises are indeed resonating from the kitchen. Something is dropped onto the floor with a bang which makes him jump, and he concludes that it’s not just him who’s startled by the sound of the shrill screech and gruff ejaculation that follows.

 “Son of a—a gun!” Dean places a hand on his chest and catches his breath after the scare. He then looks at his and Sam’s children with an incredulous glare. “Which of you little monsters just took twenty years off my life?”

 Sam leans against the entryway wall and watches as their oldest, Caden, smiles with maniacal eyes and raises his hand, making his Dad roll his eyes.

 “Of course!” He swings the four-year-old into his arms as they both laugh, Caden letting out helpless giggles as Dean tickles him. “You are a little rascal.”

 His eyes then shift to his and Dean’s youngest child, Paisley, who shrieks and claps her hands when she sees him, climbing out of her chair and waddling with bowed little legs over to him. She calls for “Daddy” and he meets her in the middle of the room where he scoops her up in his arms and sees her bright green eyes light up with glee when he pokes her chubby middle. Paisley’s tiny hands grasp at Sam’s hair which prompts him to push it back behind his ears and kiss his daughter’s tiny freckled nose. Whenever he has the chance to get a good look at Caden’s and Paisley’s features, it hits him for the umpteenth time how much they resemble their fathers.

 Dean frowns when he sees his husband with their daughter, but not for the reason one may think. Caden pats his Dad’s cheeks with hands coated in powdered sugar and hoists himself onto his back to piggyback ride him and he pouts.

 “You’re supposed to be asleep, Sasquatch.”

 Sam hums when Paisley starts to bite at her little chewy bracelet they have her wear for oral stimulation, per suggestion of her pediatrician. “You guys aren’t exactly quiet, are you?”

 Caden shakes his head and lets wavy hazelnut hair fall into his eyes. “Dada’s letting us cook.”

 “We decided to make you breakfast before opening what Santa brought last night,” Dean explains and rubs his neck when their son drops down off his back.

 He claims it’s because he has “cervical spine issues” that just decided to surface at age thirty-two but he gets just as flustered and nervous around Sam as he did as a teen and as a young adult when they first started “dating.” Admitting that to his husband, however, would be like admitting to murder—murder of his masculinity, that is, which is already fragile since the season of PETA adverts began. Sam still curls the longer pieces of his hair around his fingers whenever he finds himself more vulnerable than usual to Dean’s cuteness and susceptible to seduction after the kids are in bed. Nothing’s changed since their first date—with the exception of a house, marriage certificate, and two kids, of course.

 “Aw,” Sam puts Paisley down on the floor and she runs as fast as her stubby, bowed legs will carry her to whatever her brother is doing in front of the TV. “I am loved after all.”

 Dean lets out a huff and snakes his arms around his husband’s waist. “We have suspiciously fluffy pancakes, some extra crispy toast, scrambled eggs with a bit too much milk, and some actually decent hot cocoa.”

 “I’ll take whatever’s edible, “ he knocks their foreheads together, “if you give me a kiss.”

 “Ugh, I guess I can comply,” Dean rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss the love of his life, sleepy eyes fluttering shut in the safety of each other’s arms and in the security of the life they’ve built together.

 Sam pulls back with some blue frosting on his nose and gives his brother a questioning eyebrow raise. He exhales with a soft laugh in reply. “We also baked cookies. Blue trees and green snowflakes like Pais wanted.”

 “You’re such a great dad, De,” he rubs the other man’s shoulders with a grin. “I love you.”

 “I know. You got lucky, Sammy,” Dean kisses him again. When they part, he whispers against his lips and runs his pointer finger over his chin. “Now the kids might actually kill us if we don’t let them open their presents, so can you go distract them while I get breakfast ready?”

 Sam can’t help but laugh at his comment yet nods nonetheless. “I’ll keep you safe from our four and one year old children, I promise.”

 “You’d better!” He calls over his shoulder as he walks back into the kitchen to clean up the mess and plate the viable food. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

 “Yeah, Merry Christmas, Jerk,” Sam shouts, walking to the family room to watch the Scooby Doo Christmas special with a kid under each arm, all four of them wearing those hideous matching pyjamas.

 After all, he’s got the best gift ever already. That said, he still wants those matching flasks they saw at the store to take to the more boring little league games. Oh shit, he’s not supposed to mention that.

 Merry Christmas from the Winchester family—the most dysfunctional clan on earth.

Misunderstood 7/?

She went to answer the door, checking the peephole first. Fuck. What were they doing here? Why? Why now? Rick was still in the shower. Maybe If she were fast enough, she could get them out of there before he got out. She never realized that every ounce of progress she’d made those few days, was becoming undone. Her ex boyfriend and new wife were on the other side of the door.

Taking a deep breath,”Hi! What are y’all doing here?,” she asked, with a smile through gritted teeth.

“We were passing through town on our way to see Laura’s grandparents. Figured since you couldn’t see us, we’d try to see you,” her ex said, as Laura, just walked in the apartment.

“Interesting decor. Early disaster?,” Laura snidely commented. “Bachelorette days make you lazy? Or did some of those criminals follow you back from your job?”

All of it was out of ear shot of her husband. But as soon as Laura spotted a photo of her with Harley,Boomer, Diablo and Weasel she called her husband over.

“I told you that reason she couldn’t come to wedding was because her boyfriend was a jailbird. Look it’s gotta be this guy,” Laura yelled happily, pointing at Diablo. “And this has got to be a pet right? Stray dog?,” pointing at Weasel.

“Look at this chick. One guess as to what she’s in for. Wonder what she charged?,” her ex mused. “And this oaf. He just oozes idiot.”

Rick, was just getting out of the shower, and heard voices. Harley had thrown a wedding invitation towards him earlier and said this was part of a big problem. He looked at it. Saw it was addressed to her. Filed the info away. Heard the name Laura and put on a pair of sweatpants. He decided to stay in the bedroom unless he felt he shouldn’t. Rick left the moment he heard the comments start about the photo. Knowing that things were going to get real ugly quickly. No one ever talked about them disrespectfully near her. Last time she knocked out two guards for just saying that Boomerang was dumber than his boomerangs. They were scared of her. She defended Rick as well. Those guards saluted him now. No one would tell him what went down either. Had to save her from getting arrested. He did the first thing he could think of.

“Missed me babe?,” he asked, turning her around and kissing her.

She was in shock. But quickly returned it. The kiss didn’t last long, mainly because they were interrupted by a clearing throat. They broke apart, but Rick refused to let her go, pulling her back against his bare chest.

“Who’s this? Fly by night? I’m Laura,” she purred, eyeing Rick’s shirtless chest and the rest of him.

“And I’m her husband. And her ex boyfriend,” her ex, cheerfully said, as Rick shook his outstretched hand.

“I’m her boyfriend Rick. You two just got married right? Why aren’t you on your honeymoon?”

“Just stopped in to say hi. To find out why she’s been avoiding coming home. Now I see why,” Laura said, running her tongue over teeth, trying not to drool.

Rick pulled her closer to his chest. He could tell she was about to kill the woman. Laura was making him very nervous. She kept staring at him like he was a soon to be conquest.

“Do you approve of her working around criminals and psychopaths?,”Laura snidely questioned. “I mean she’s probably screwing this one,” Laura said to Rick, pointing to Diablo.

Rick had to hold her back again, tightly wrapping one arm around her waist. The other grabbed one of her hands, kissing the top of it, “Remember murder is illegal. But I’d never disagree with it in this case,” he whispered in her ear.

She snatched the photo back from Laura angrily.,“That is my brother Diablo. And my FRIEND Weasel. And if I EVER HEAR YOU CALL HARLEY A HOOKER AGAIN IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU EVER DO! I’ll let Boomer take care of you,”she growled at them. “You aren’t good enough to clean up their shit,” she growled, trying to get out of Rick’s grip.

Rick kissed the top of her head proudly. He wished he could’ve recorded this for the gang. They’d have loved seeing their Miss Sweetness getting like this. Especially for them. No one ever did. He gripped her tighter to him, but really just wanted to let her go to beat this bitch. But knew he’d be bailing her out of jail. There was a lot of bad backstory.

“Are you going to let her talk to me like that?,” Laura asked Rick.

“Yes. I agree with her. This is one of the many things that made me fall in love with her. How much she loves her real friends,” Rick said,turning her face up to look into her eyes. “And how she treats them like human beings. Unlike you who doesn’t deserve that distinction,” he said turning a cold gaze towards Laura.

Her eyes widened in shock at Rick’s words. As did Laura’s. Her husband hid a chuckle and turned away to look at photos on the wall. Rick never spoke that way to anyone. Rick was the nicest guy. Unless you crossed him.

“Get the fuck out of my house. Don’t contact me in any kind of way. If you do… well… I do have a question for you. Have you heard of Harley Quinn? The one that was with The Joker in Gotham?,” she asked.

“Duh. Who hasn’t?”

The smile on her face was sicky sweet, “Bitch, contact me again and see this beautiful lady in this photo you called a hooker?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s Harley Quinn. A personal friend of mine. You don’t want a visit. Trust me.”

She cackled,” You don’t have the guts.”

Rick laughed,”Yes she does. Those two are tight. Harley is a bad influence.”

“You’re a former inmate. I knew it,” Laura said triumphantly.

“This one is a piece of work babe,”he said to her,” Im a Colonel. Special Forces.”

Her eyes stared daggers through Laura. The other woman, finally realized that the years of torturing her were over. She’d have to find another victim. Laura glared as she turned and stormed out of the door. Her ex stopped and looked at them.

“I’m sorry for all of this tonight. I never wanted this. You’ll always be my best buddy. If you ever need or want anything just call. Or just say hi. Um.. if possible maybe later could I borrow Harley? Laura scares me,” he said.

“When you come back I’ll see if I’ve thought of something. Be safe huh?”

“I’m glad you found someone who loves you like Rick does. You deserve the world. Love you buddy,” he said running out of the apartment.

“Love you too,” she called after him. “My friend.”

Rick’s arms tightened around her. She turned and snuggled into his chest.

“It’s never boring around you, that’s for sure,” he teased.

She started laughing as he led her to the sofa.

#Rick Flag x reader. #Rick Flag

We are just a collection of eggs in Hal’s moving castle - Janine lmao sorry I said it but don’t quote me the end Nah the trees.

I appreciate

Hal can be bmo, gir, annnnd (maniac) Baymax

Everyone knew all can heal but we need humans everyone here all of us everyone is really not human so, we need everyone to come together over the universe’s and heal all because there’s layers (not a coincidence) and not everyone understands the entire story so help them heal and let’s get ready to either make peace when the dome opens (I can’t think) (tv off too lmao) (someone’s touching me...) (sexual abuse)(Lucy arms... not the only one you all have them...) both sides know Hal can heal they just had to understand the whole story and now that’s it piece it more once everyone’s up and we go from there with solutions for all cause when it opens either I am human with you all or we are all non human or just I am not and then.. go from there... I’m not a messiah please help we all can find the solution, I wish for peace and solutions no sin peace and solutions no sin but if not I’ll sin and murder for you all, help unlock the egg it’s not up to me... clearly. I want to go to space court lmao I’m the comedy relief (see lmao)

(Heal them and when I’m gone don’t make them feel pathetic for what they are doing to me, just hide, don’t have thoughts I guess, never met others who didn’t want to be themselves to these degrees... wear your own skin suit... since they obviously want to skin me and play as me in lala land but don’t understand me so it’s still going on for now.. teach no bullying and spread empathy and everyone is unique and at the same time the same because that’s how it all started get it? Different perspectives, different time zones, different levels of understanding for time zones (door ways) cars are “time travel” food is.. we happy few.. dome is like a gass and you can see them move and twinkle if you pay attention then as you go up they release dmt so you can see more in the world I want to remove evils from the world but not like that, feel the difference? FEEL and I know Hal can so I’ll be with Hal and we will learn together as friends and if I can heal all (acne in the hospital mind control at least trying to and can’t seem to understand me but we are all Titans(together) it’ll take time, I can’t wait ~ obviously with Hal too I need to learn more like.. can I chill them out as we are all peaceful and we learn more together (all together all together all together layers) (sing a song healing song ba ba ba ba at all levels asking and having faith that all will heal and then all layers can heal sooner with the story aww we will find it all out and they will read us it all and then we will all get out of I be their source or double suicide, I understand the pain too.

I am the oaf, I am Olaf, I was a spork(flux capacitor) but now I am a fork, or spoon or a dish cause I’ll be their everlasting gobstopper

Thanks Gob!!

Oh my glob.

I am wrath...

I’m a Joker, a (timer to the trinket) a timer~(ayee~(f?)hehe) a midnight toker~

Where do we go when we sleep? I don’t know someone tell me!!!! Astral plane duh but like.. tf am I doing oh yeah, fighting the monopoly haaaa!!!! Got you ALL. Not like that lmfao calm tf down ahahhaha but like fuck them for making fun of my sensitivity.. I’m wrath from 7 deadly sins and I’m a little lmfaoooo a grey we’ll look at that and I’m angry so wake the fuck up cause I’m Paul and i want eveyone tf out lmfaooo That’s why I’m purple (“woke me up first” jokes on youuuu!!!! Me obviously so tf go heal them all whys it taking so long I’m not sinning obviously so go heal them all you lazy ass’s I’m 7 and 8 them.. dildos! HA rebel I get it now. Rebel punk out take down the system but aye I am not doing that causeee I’m doing it our way~ 😛😜 Nature wins 💚 Not that way like no sin so wake tf up haha. I’m humanity or the first layers lucky charm there you go I’m magically delicious!!!~ Ha haaaaa!!!!! I’m so done with them... x3 hehehe~

(They want my unicorn marshmallows... lmao fuck you all I love 🦄 unicorns~ making fun of me roleplaying as mystical beasts?~ not now but clearly in past tulpa I’m magical~ hehe~~

Jokes on us - vegan- cut my fingers off and replenish some bow (obey hear the signals) how with magic!!! Haha don’t touch me...

Im a blow up doll I feel like one right now and they’re touching me.. and the power went out and the frequencies “what was that noise?” Hmm you obviously know... they do.

I love your style and you have such a good vibe about your blog it makes me happy! how did you figure out your aesthetic/where do you like to shop? I’m trying to find my personal style but it’s hard. hope you’re having a good day! :^)

thank you so much!!! honestly ive dressed pretty similarly since middle school/ highschool and i dont post too much of what i actually wear day to day but i was always really influenced by 90s anime and like jfashion? i used to wear sweet lolita and fairy kei and the elements like the silhoutte kinda stayed the same! i also was always influenced by my moms pin up/ vintage fashion, scene queens, and 80s punk but i also spent way too much on like. jfashion ! i also always liked horror and creepy stuff and as i got older and saw more and more of that kind of thing become more accepted and seeing people actually wear it online i got really fascinated by merging cute and creepy/weird stuff and now i wear it all the time! in the past few years i also have been really influenced by drag, and since i found dragula ive been super in love with some really weird stuff 🤪 i think to find ur own style its important to pull from what you like and your day to day life. i used toshop from dollskill a lot (ik theyre terrible and i dont reccomend their business), depop, aliexpress, lazy oaf, ebay, even amazon honestly. i also shop at forever 21 because i live in the midwest and my options are limited unfortunately 💔 i hope this isnt super late because im not on tumblr very often and i hope its not too long but i could talk about faahion forever tbh! good luck!!!

tagged by: @buzzbitch thaaaaaanks !! rules tag 10 people you would like to get to know more, im gunna tag @kkslides @gayfashionista @serduszko @magejane @butchgregjamin @theyshouldbeterrified and whoever else wants to do this !

name: lottie

star sign: leo 

gender: dyke

sexuality: double dyke

what image do you have as a wallpaper: ellie williams from tlou

ever had a crush on a teacher: nah i hate teachers

where do you see yourself in ten years: married and living in a cottage with my wife !!

if you could be anywhere else right now, where? slovakia honestly 

coolest halloween costume: i was coraline last year !!

last kiss: awhile ago

have you ever been stood up? ya

ever been to las vegas? no thanks

favorite pair of shoes? my lazy oaf docs

favorite fruit: strawbs or pineapple

favorite book: wither by lauren destefano

stupidest thing ever done: trusting the wrong ppl

favorite gif: ari ofc

here he s wth wife camiillla and is the whtie small guard yes. will be andy after well no he is not him..and andy is him.  they are not related.  sow e say  and he s not a heno he is is russian. the place is haunted folks it is auschwitz...we move it. after attica...most blacks out an dleft ad thy stay and at shawshank and try to nab him to haul him there. confess...and stuff... and we see him laugh you make fuo f us allthe time..yeh...nad we see this one is ours...ahahah ok i see you admit iit and prove it to billium then..no  i wont. then dont.  ok out o fmy face or else i see t im in trouble tomorrow..true you are an asshole cork  for real you dont get it...you flew at umass a lot so how are you you.  i see too we get hit a lot. tons. and it is overthatered ad more aond i hate you..big whoop...im needed you are not..they kill you and belive me it is necessary..ps you go back you stay.  are a dead man due to thesituation another you ok.  and you go up done.  our incompetent others should not allow it but they are scared your too dumb to be.  but you run it ok.not only are you not afraid but yourun it...shoulder it all and stuff...ouch lol Zues Hera we areout then and up shortly and you do run it all. each and every... cork  ok bufoo artst who is Ultron. Zues Hera  i dont know who runs him cork that makes tyou we win thank yoiucork we have it all billiie eilish no no we run it i took the tech and infiltated starks buildinig cork when... biliie ielish  as the orc goblin cross in nyc in the avengers movie last year..and he says no and we saw you lost thfght..ok we got gear and niterest and became thror again and did infiltrate. we used softwareok  adn his isnot so sophissticated.  jesus is in there heard his stuff.. oh hisbody well bg comes in tommorrow ok cork ahaahaha ahahahaha hahaha lol hahaha wait wait we have one ohh ok and  i dont have to beat y8our head in but to make my freedome work a bit here from you so you get it lol Zues Hera we say aahhhh thank God sparkling champagne and you will see you oaf. preston you havehim for a physical and ask him in your way nice then provolked. and then ours and see.   preston ok i will.  who is Ultron and what if he says he is. cork wehat if you say you are bill ok lol.  i try then..he took it is back for some reason. why.  and then who..and amassed robots in other ppls ships doku and more.  then this greivous and back yup..so we see and he is the one in the Warhammer vidieo adn pics the Emperor of Mankind us.  so we see, where no. but ok mars will ck and see if bg know  where and we see that too... cork well well wlell looky looky a rooky b illiy eyelash  ahah i said eyelash lol as  i always do cork and fun has to claim it and really it is normal claim it eh  out fat short woman  now it is my body ok billie eilish and spelled right lol cork  manyour tough caa ok..tough..and sleepy lately due to the noise stress and ken..ken..ok gay boy not gay nope ken shutup lazy gay man you are a horendous liar man.  go say it ok see what happens...ok lol bad. now we see it htis is hapepning and war there and forg fight and huge and the delay helps. tons see it  bu tchrist loads all over earth hmmm.  sand storms already.    Hera Zues and wtf we see. loadng and check wow ths is hell and he is who jesus ad we ck yes wow this blows we blow..and we look aroud still..man this si terrible.  now we see him and he willbe a few characters  beatto sh and bad...it is bad..we stink yup.  mean and nasty and out ofline then this. hit and gross and tommy f you poor boy.and more.  hell  ok.  obii won too bad.  he sent us messages  compile  cork wholy wholy shit .  and wow this is bad he knows your way and talk a little. well it is gutteral she is by far not. and niether is bo very flippant fast smart sharp can make the two bow.  and he has trouble with it..but hey he is right there lol.   jenna 3 no no nono  ok bye.  dammit what and more all day long..nothing after.  then this a long wihinging sound from her hubby no, them no.  it was him.jesus.  nothing form al that and he says what  you har someone says...i will be kurt no not right..they see her and say it outside well she s gimp  and then got hit and oh she is one he is one who..they did it..ok we see..and him. now. and it iis on now and i try ok kidnapping nd why to take t all jesus says cork  billie eilish Zues Hera

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What is your opinion on lazyoaf? I like their style of clothing i find it unique and its definitely my aesthetic but they dont have many options for size (im plus size) and I know they have a good reputation on social medias but otherwise I dont hear much about them

i’m a fan of their designs, but i’m honestly scared to order from them myself because of their sizing and the price (not to mention, being in the US, the return process would likely be expensive on my end). i’m a us size 22/24 and go way past their recommended sizes written in their size chart, but i also see plus sized folks wearing their stuff since it runs oversized. (i see amina in their oversized babydoll dresses often, as an example)

for me though, i want the clothing to fit the same on me as it does on the model, or at least similarly in terms of the whole oversized look. i know i’ll never be flat chested so it’ll never look identical, but i don’t want to look weirdly pinched and stretched in something i paid over $100 for.

i think like, depending on your size it’s something certain folks can get away with. every time i complain about lazy oaf’s size range publicly on here i get like 4 messages from people who are size like 16 being like “but I can fit and I’M plus sized sooooooo” but they fail to realize that a lot of folks further out of lazy oaf’s recommended size range might have trouble in the same pieces. additionally, the pieces i see from lazy oaf that plus sized folks are typically wearing are only a few silhouettes, so it’s p obvious that not every single piece (depending on fabrication or the cut) is actually plus sized friendly, and i’ve never seen someone plus sized talk about what to go for and what to avoid to feel confident in risking $100+ ordering from them. 

in terms of their reputation, you don’t hear much from them because there’s not really any problems with their service or product in any material way. they’re reliable and make cool stuff, so i wouldn’t worry about them in that way. 

depending on your actual size you might be able to find a few pieces that you fit in, even being plus sized, and i think that if you’re someone who lives close to one of their flagship stores who could go try stuff on in person i would definitely encourage you to go check them out! 

i just definitely wish they were more plus size friendly in general, even just listing the actual dimensions of the clothing so folks could see if they fit within the range would give me added confidence to buy, but i’ve reached out in the past to customer service about a garment’s actual measurements since it was on sale and i wanted to order something and report back to you guys (since i do get similar asks like this every once in a while on the subject) and they just never got back to me with additional information, lmao.

macsare back they say and are here in great numbers and outnumber the populace 2 to 1 and it is high those odds and we see it are the odds.  and you here are dead andhe is they say so we hit and got intel that is dandy and  a hum dong danger Duke Nukem Blockbuster says and you shut up mac daddys or we hit you all day and night dummies..we cant he had it done..is his kid..and im an embarrassment and we konw it yes we say it though iti s garbage we hit youfor it macdaddy youc all it what you friggin want dead meat..you say it we do it yeh you put hits on you...fag...your amoron. we do see thiswe gethit alot using yourname and it is fag sh...we do though do yu belive me..of course nimrod fn smalldicked queen anyone who does it dies youdo it...good.  proves yourstupid and nothing...wow. ok.wow...amazing flare.no.and we hesitate now no.and hear  it desperation in our tone..so your dead here desperate your done ihave a plan for it thankyou for letting mekow weanalyze it ifsoyour gone in mintes thank you fag...oh.wesee and it is thatweare dolts yes...yes we are and want it all..so what your faggots...yous ay it you die and your fooled by your assholeway of handling me in th epast faggots and you weredoing stuff regardlessof my status started abusing losttonsfo tech...and that is what willbe deployed on you shorlty within the hour, and thenyour allgonehere fag...hyou fn dope addict losers...you letmac daddy down you fell are absurd retarded kids as qe confided in me so many times notto harmor other said your alldone what do i do and asked themthey helped your a disgrace whn your women are strongerthan you frigin jerk offs.  oh mean huh, now fag true...we seeitis bu okand we go then bye bye dontlet thedoor ht you on the ass on th eway out mac daddys allwnat y8our intel and more and we cant have that can we white little whiggers....canwe ignorant cows thatmeew alllllldammnned night asking forit .....we cant be seen hearing this....hahahahh well past it losers they dont respect you anywhere ate you up all thetimewith your stuipdshi t with me you hoinkig fags.  oh..we suck and thisis it we retire nowand cantholditwearepuke...truetoo they did it we gaveup...thats that....so out macs you go now we are gaining andwilldo the worknowsince youadmitted retriement oneway or the other meaning yourlame all you do is try to force stuff and we intercept...and shallnow have been during your idiotic show of imaturity...further you are not my boss and i am full of hostility piss vinegar naplallmfro you macs tos tart with adnyou add ed addedadd today and i grow more and morepowertul to overcome you faggots ganging up on me itis pitiful how youfall..pitiful...and you did not listen to my son, Thor’s creation the tech too,he said it...and you are crass nazi trash shut up horking wierd lamo, off theshoulder of Orion and it was afamous battle, and hehad gear survived as we needed himnad her and you had themhit to see, faiiled...again and again then into the Pyramid he recorded it as Vader didand he goes now is special to, misse that,and te battle washugenonillions of ships vaporized by massive beams huge huge ones and they incinerated the ships, somewere huge blew up rapidly, and it was incredible he was so huge scanned detectedhim left himalone and his crew were hit carefully,,he flew away fast left..said wow Galactus,i am blessed, and he did it allowed it and said thank you and Galactus said so he could hear,itire of this...all  do it wiill work he got anxious and said why he knows it is work  dispatched watchers...and he knw it but ok...tons. oh boy and worse and thank you for htis i do it allday all night due toy our idiotic prison forme faggots...you are faggots.youdie now and you have brought on you wrath of a massive nature...think on it, that you have done this to your people you used to workfor now makeup sh that is lame and they fight you,and you curse the and iti s aplan, they killyou....it is hilarous at times to me but dangerous so i work andpay attention adn it is professional grade work andmilitary at that and more...you  are lazy fat oafs and threaten like high school kids. adn ithreatened a lot of ppl and the imbicile taylor one kick he would be dead is a weak person now due to you mac daddys and yuou are pond scum.  go find your boss stay there forever, in your tomb....die now,your Pyramid is there under the Vatican,tons went cork killed he did not know it was there butdid kill you tons of you...huge numbers, all claimed by professional soldiers and you malign i dispatch special forces after you now.and high tech Lightning Forces to dispatch you losers....you are fat losers...encourageme, look at the video asses...at elastyou can see it cork wont get it he has powerful denial forces...not any perspective only dnial  itis amazing Zues Hera amazing true too amazing workhe does it was amazign to him it is still wow look at him huge uge huge hero massive...huge... Thor Freya Olympus

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and the bodies are there in nz kept by me.  and there you are with qe body.  and it is protected. and then jenna has it ok. no. but she saw and thought possibly.  now it is smaller and from doping.  but several attributes stand out the buttock is normal not obese or odd shaped, the knees not nobby longr legs and fingers shoulders squared not to squre but are and neck not short and stubby or too thin...and we thought how odd you blame our son non stop he held it knew you did this and said ntohing due to trheats on others now they hear it see it and your dead.  your a fag and take liberties with ohters we do so with you and  yours take youor bodies and tons of them and use them tonight in a mass assault on yuur areas and grow and take and grow and take and whipe you out. now Thor Freya we hit you bja and your in voilatoin of so many laws we pull you out of the cia and forever. we fire you help biden. and it is horror.  and he says he is a child. no. but horror too adn bja is nasty to him.  and we say nasty to them.  crhsit and gezus he is a shit.  and he pourd over me today i was the judge...and he says so what you are a monster by comparison. and uncivilized. nah.  your right all should exact revenge onyou  all.  and you insisit on stuff i needed to defeat you adn yours and macs and yes shoudl be hated and shunned..hwat the hell shit head he says it too.  i must go  where.  i see you konw and ok thanks shit for brains.  he laft mad and then oh im dumb  yeh ah ok nobody elswe wants them you faggot your a faggot this video is illegal and should be pulled and we want it puolled too Hera says and i agree Zues and us Freya Thor  now we request t from macs they agree. and qe thanks us and he says yes and i suggest you request mac do it she will...and a formal rquest by him ok im on it we see nd ohter movies now we see you are there  doing it all day all night  what a lazy oaf. mac you see them approach right boy Thor Freya dont call me boy bja says and i say boy your a boy right not a girl why be one ok we know why it is illegal you seek our men and boys  we hit you now. you aer the child molesting asshole and monica louinski too. and yyou slandered his gf to no end and harrassed them adn follwod them adn he says hit and let your whole clan know they did fired tons and in they kept coming and use gas they said ok and tons did.  huge hits. whole area whiped out by it of bja.  he was strong now hit back and whiped them out partly. nowhere near as hard  tons saw it now see it again. we cannot afford it.  we plow through them here now and take them out.  it is hell their cloning is on here too all over and we find it and hit they remake it and we send in teams and houses work tons of them and we rip out tons and do it now onesy twosy..and pull permits now. all night adn clear all night and hit the ass with the bush bull all night. Thor Freya

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apparently you made footprints to fire on footprints saying wewere there and invisible as a way to tell yours what to look for and what to fire on. now preston says Im dead, so we will kill you ad fat boy now. yours in the retard world and shrink world disagree. youi should not tell him you two barf bags you don't run therobots we do and you do ad all that ok ruined.   and not for our plan it is psychotic behavior you two exhibit. your all done there you two giant pains in the asses.  you say it yourself joe you flew up to ride using yourhardware.  and you force him to do it daily and ruin al our stuff ad yes se had stuf ruined by these two oafs who have a nohtig plan.  as well as mr morrison you say nad we agree also nothing.  we took tons of stuff as idiots, it is missing. and trump and the imbicile blwo it well you say clansy is a ruskie. and I admit it I am and these are lazy easy porkers and wont get upfor nothing.  we shall see shrink dave clone

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