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skepsiss · 7 months

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Modern Problems, Modern Solutions - pt2 - Steddie

Pt1 Pt3

A modern day AU (2015) of Steve and Eddie in high school. Eddie is out as Bi and Steve has just recently come out as Bi. Steve is 16 and Eddie is 17.

I wanted to explore the genuine, awkwardness of young, queer love. Eddie is doing better in school with modern solutions, but his anxiety I think is worse. Being ignored (like in the 80s) helped him avoid some more intense day-to-day anxieties, but it obviously messed up his education and a lot else. Anyways, enjoy this yearning, young love, slow burn. This chapter is light and softer.

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Much like Eddie had assumed, heading back to school on Monday was the same as it ever was. Nothing had changed and there was no one that seemed to be gossiping or anyone who even knew about the little drive Eddie and Steve had taken on Saturday. He wasn't sure why he had vaguely worried about that or why he mentally braced himself to be leered at by some annoying preps and have to put on his tough-guy attitude. Eddie mostly stuck to his own business during school and the teasing had more or less stopped over the last year or so. Still, he could hear people snickering at him when he happened to get loud at lunch or when he let a more genuine him slip out in the hallways at school. He always felt scrutinized by his peers and quietly hated the fact that he had to go to the Special ED room for one of his blocks. He knew it was the only thing that was really helping him to keep up with his grades and graduate, but he hated the ammunition it gave other people to tease him. The nicknames had been relentless when he was in middle school.

This day, school had been quiet and Eddie had started to relax after lunch. No one had said anything to him and he didn't mention it to his friends either so he was surprised when he stopped off at his locker and saw Steve mingling near the end of the hall. They made brief eye contact and Eddie started to look away before he saw recognition in Steve's expression. He patted the guy's shoulder he was talking to and excused himself, walking down the hallway directly at Eddie.

Eddie felt his body tense and a chill roll over his arms. What was this about? He didn't want Steve talking to him at school. He had carefully cultivated his social circle with the freaks and the weirdos and the last thing he needed was for anyone to think he was friendly with the jocks.

Eddie closed his locker, motioning to turn away from Steve so he could escape the whole situation and save himself the ridicule, but that wasn't to be either.

"Eddie, hey," Steve called to get his attention. He wasn't speaking terribly loud, but anyone nearby would have heard him.

Eddie half turned and Steve was actually jogging up to him in order to catch up. That made Eddie's shoulders tense as he stood there, feeling like he couldn't escape.

"Hey," Steve offered, moving his book bag over his shoulder and fishing in one of the front pockets. "I think one of your pins came off in my car."

Eddie looked at Steve in surprise and glanced down at his hand as Steve presented him with a latchback pin that was definitely his. It must have come off of his denim jacket without him realizing and fallen onto the seat or something. The pin was obviously his–the little gold skull ribboned by the words "Five Finger Death Punch" was a sore giveaway.

"Almost vacuumed it up. It's yours, right?"

Eddie looked back up at Steve who was smiling in a friendly way, his hand still open with the pin in it. Eddie floundered for a quick moment before nodding and sticking his hand out to accept the pin.

"Yeah, uh, I didn't even realize," he replied as Steve tipped the little piece of metal into his hand. "Thanks."

Steve was already adjusting his bag back over his shoulder, not prolonging the exchange as he started to turn back towards his friends.

"No problem, later," he offered, half waving and leaving Eddie there to gawk at him slightly.

Eddie glanced around himself, but no one seemed to be staring at him, and despite Steve's friends giving him a strange look–obviously asking what that had been about–Steve seemed to wave it off without Eddie getting any leery looks, though. It was like... a totally innocuous exchange and Eddie didn't know how he felt about that.

The bell rang and Eddie pocketed the pin, his anxiety flaring still as he walked back towards his class. That was so... weird. But what did he expect? He had left something in Steve's car, he had found it, and then he had returned it. No big deal, right? But that meant Steve was acknowledging him at school and not trying to hide the fact that they had spent time together. Enough time that Eddie had been in his car. When did a guy like Steve interact with a guy like Eddie? If he had just been trying to be nice he could have returned the pin after school when fewer people were around, or left the pin with Robin to give to him at band practice or something–but no, he had walked it up to him in the middle of the hallway without a second thought. Was Steve Harrington an idiot? Or did he really not care?

The whole exchange puzzled Eddie for the rest of the day which proved to be a nuisance as he was called on in class for not paying attention. His brain just kept drifting back to the exchange in confusion–absolutely fixated on it. He was overthinking, he knew it, but he couldn't help himself. What did this mean for him? Was he going to have to be on his toes and endure annoying questions from his classmates in the locker room after Gym? Was he going to have to be an asshole to Steve to prove to his friends that no, he didn't actually like him, he had just been nice was all?

Eddie grumbled about it all the way to band after school, hating that he was wrapped up in high school politics. He wanted to just forget about it, but couldn't. He felt like his hackles were up the whole time and he messed up more than once in rehearsal, only to snap at the teacher and then angrily excuse himself for the rest of the day. That had everyone staring at him which made him feel worse and that night had been spent mourning the day as he lay chest down on his bed and let his phone cycle through YouTube videos. He stayed up too late and woke up frustrated by his alarm only to drag himself to school again the next day.

His mind did feel a bit clearer though, and he tried to focus on the fact that he had Hellfire after school today. Gareth was going to bring in his new copy of "Out of the Abyss" which Eddie hadn't gotten to look at yet. Gareth had proclaimed that it was a brutal campaign setting, even if Eddie had quietly already changed part of the phrasing in it from what he knew of the setting. He wasn't keen on the premise of the plot being based on the party starting out as slaves, and he'd probably change that to prisoners or something if he were to run it. But this was their first real look at the Under Dark since 5e's initial release in 2014 and he was excited to see how it all fit together.

Eddie let himself focus on that for the rest of the day, bracing himself for the debate that always popped up about the differences and superiority of 4th edition versus 5th. He liked taking both sides at different times depending on his mood, and he was running through the argument in his head as the club members started filtering in.

As everyone trickled in through the door–Dustin and Will showing up already in the throws of a conversation–Eddie felt his anxiety from the previous day melt away. He was laid back, sitting so the chair he was in was wobbling on it's back legs and his feet were up on the desk in front of him. His thoughts were a mile away from Steve Harrington and how their proximity would affect the remainder of his high school career. He was even laughing at some innocuous comment Benson had made and was now being ripped apart by Jeff when his attention was snatched away.

"Henderson."

Eddie glanced over, noting that Dustin was exclaiming animatedly at Will, obviously giving an impassioned speech over something.

"Henderson!"

Eddie looked again, staring at Steve who hung off the doorframe to the classroom they were all piled into. No one else was paying attention to him and Eddie could see the frustration on his face. Without thinking more about it, Eddie wadded up the paper in front of him and chucked it at Dustin across the way, hitting his arm harmlessly.

"Yo, Halitosis!" Eddie yelled, not getting up from where he was seated, his feet still up on the desk.

Dustin's attention was pulled away and he looked at Eddie with the most exasperated expression in human history before Eddie jammed his thumb in the direction of the door.

"What? What?" Dustin asked, putting his arms out to the side as he looked from Eddie to Steve.

"You left your stack of crap in my backseat," Steve said, his tone familiar and put-out sounding.

"Okay?" Dustin exclaimed, which got an eye roll from Will.

"Okay? So, go get it or you're not seeing it until next Tuesday, come on, man," Steve scolded which got a sneered look from Dustin.

"And you didn't bring it in, why?" Dustin retorted, walking towards the door anyway, followed by Will who was obviously perturbed by Dustin's incredulous behaviour. He probably had intentions to help him bring all his things inside, too.

"What am I? A pack horse?" Steve quipped back, stepping out of the doorway for the two boys to walk out to his car. He pointed his car fob towards the parking lot, no doubt knowing that they were close enough that he could unlock it from here.

"Don't forget to lock it!" Steve called after the boys, which got a mumbled reply that Eddie couldn't hear.

Steve looked back at the room and at the other boys there who were all a bit amused by the exchange. Steve seemed exasperated, but in that kind of way an older brother who secretly adored their kid sister would. He was smiling a bit while he rolled his eyes and Eddie couldn't help but smile back.

"Tell me about it," Eddie retorted, chuckling a bit in a good-natured way. He hadn't meant it to be an invitation, but Steve seemed to take it as that and stepped into the classroom to stand near the other guys.

Benson and Jeff seemed confused by his approach, but they didn't look as anxious as Eddie felt by the friendly way Steve approached them.

"He like this during your guy's club, too?" Steve asked, putting his hands on his hips and looking towards the door as if he could see Dustin standing there.

"More or less," Eddie offered, putting his hands on top of his head as he leaned back, trying his best to look casual. Why was he acting this way? Who was he? Why did he care what Steve Harrington thought of him?

"Why do you drive the little hellion around anyways?" Eddie asked, surprised by his own question.

"Dustin?" Steve asked, looking back at the other boys, "well..." he seemed to pause and think for a while, hands still on his hips as he looked back over toward the parking lot.

"He's a good kid... generally," he replied, giving a bit of a nothing answer. That left Eddie feeling unsatisfied and curious about the real reason. You didn't just know some random kid for no reason, especially when you lived in such different worlds.

Steve shrugged and smiled briefly, before nodding.

"Well, I better make sure he isn't scratching up my paint job. See ya," Steve offered, half waving, "talk to you later, Eddie."

Eddie blanched as he watched Steve leave, staring after him as the boy walked out into the hall and towards the parking lot. Talk to you later, Eddie? What did that mean? They were going to talk later? Since when?

"You know Steve Harrington?" Jeff asked and Eddie almost broke his neck with how fast he whipped around to look at him.

"As if–" Eddie hissed, his chest clenching hard as he processed all of that. "We've talked like, once–that's it."

Jeff and Benson seemed surprised by his delivery before their attitudes melted into something else: interest in having a repartee at Eddie’s expense.

"I don't know man," Jeff teased, shrugging a bit, "you two seem pretty close."

"Yeah, you tossing the ball around after school or something?" Benson taunted, backing up a bit.

Eddie felt his face grow hot and he wobbled the chair back onto all fours as his frustration seized him.

"Shut the fuck up–we talked one time!" He hissed, knowing that he was getting riled up and in turn giving the two boys what they wanted.

"It only takes one time," Jeff sighed dreamily, which in turn made Benson catch him by the shoulders and tilt him as if they were swooning over each other.

"Oh, Steve..." Jeff tormented, snickering a little as Eddie stood up fast enough to make the desk and the chair squeak back.

"Cut it out!" Eddie snarled, sending enough energy towards the other two to have them stumble backward over one another and laugh at the display. They were scared, but obviously amused.

It was all good-natured, Eddie knew it, but it was getting under his skin. Why was he so embarrassed? Usually, when the guys teased him about boys Eddie just retorted with a quick, inappropriate remark and left it at that. He'd lean into the tease and act the damsel or reverse it and purposefully get so raunchy and macho about it that his comment would verge on harassment. They were joking, Eddie would joke back, they always knew the other didn't mean anything by it.

Eddie was still red in the face when Dustin and Will pushed their way back into the classroom, arms full of books and their conversation from earlier still raging. They both seemed to stop though as they read the energy in the room, Will chuckling awkwardly.

"What's... what's uh, going on?" He asked nervously and flinched hard when Eddie looked at him. His expression was so sour that Eddie was sure that Will thought he was in trouble.

"Nothing–" Eddie snapped, which got a few more chuckles from Jeff and Benson. He didn't need to deal with this, he was better than this.

"Move," Eddie demanded, walking towards Dustin and Will and then forcing his way into the hallway. He walked red-faced to the men's washroom to cool down, eager for this day to be over. PT3

#my_writing #my writing #steddie #eddie munson #steddie fic #steve harrington #i write DnD books irl so I'm vibrating being able to use that knowledge here lmao #somft part #the next part is pretty soft too #but after that.....

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heffrondriving · 2 years

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❝ Hey y’all — first of all, the show was amazing, but back in my room and I’m eating rice now without a fork, so . . . ❞

#the way kenny just. noms it right out of the cup nawww cutie-chii!! also as a lazy asian this method of eating rice is 💯 approved (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧#that plus the classic schmidt floof curls™ peeking out of his dad hat and his somft voice and cozy vibes :'> does he know i adore him <3 #ALSO LIVING FOR THE WAY HE SAYS 'ROOM' THE SECOND TIME HE SAYS IT LIKE 'RÜM' A-LA MARKIPLIER HAJAJA IDK EITHER #btr #big time rush #kendall schmidt #gifs #gifset #edit #mine #rusher #btredit #btr gifs #kendork #stop it forever #anyway i'm pretty sure i've eaten rice in far weirder (and messier) ways but aye lez not go there bc my lola will k*ll me for it 🤐#it's been a while since i made one of these kendall story gif thingies...i think the last one was the cardio and mimosas one lmao #he doesn't really post much stories (or post in general bc we stan a socmed-averse king) so i'll take anything i can get for this shrine #and yes these gifs look like utter dogtrash but i'm horrible at gifmaking and these are just for my own personal indulgence so :'^)#it took so long to get to this that it's lichrally the end of btr's forever tour US leg by now vad fan jag är alltid jattelångsam grngrhgr #anyway timezones be damned sneaking in one last post at work inb4 i get drowned out by documents to sign and stamp rip

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transgender-catboy · 6 months

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here's a very specific screenshot I found lately for your viewing pleasure

Believe me when I say I am viewing with pleasure

#his goofy face #his tired eyes 💖💖💖#his somft hair #his. hand 👁️👁️#ignore that one #anyways!!!#he's so PRETTY!!!!!!!!#PANDARSONNNNN ilyyyyy #💖💖💖💖💖 thank youuuu

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of-elitiism · 2 years

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@banditborn asjed: O1 // Bandit and Adrianna

kiss meme - accepting

#[ visage - Adrianna ]#banditborn #my art #[ my art ]#[ i gib you somft bandit for once ]#[ he's had a long day and she's here to make it better u.u ]#[ probably the first time ever i drew these two so softly ]#[ it's pretty i like it :3 ]#[ also bandit's tattoos i'm happy i didn't forget to add them this time ]

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lxghtbound · 2 years

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i simply. adore chickens

#ooc #yes everyone needed to know this #i think they are very good #i look at them and im like #Look At You. You Are So Pretty #this is what i post when i have nothing else to say #i mean i DO have rhings to say #but it's mostly repeating that my chars are in somft moods #and are rattling around my brain like wild monkeys #bc i couldnt write today dhsjbf #but on the plus side i feel way better now #so hopefully i write tomorrow. well. later today.

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llamagoddessofficial · 4 months

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Excuse me could we get some farmtale sans headcanon please just a crumb

You don't need to ask twice lol

He's deceptively strong, even by Sans standards. He's on par with Skull for raw strength. This guy carries massive heavy things pretty much for a living; he loads bales bigger than you. He could carry you around on one arm, and he might genuinely tuck you under one arm if he needs to carry you while he's busy

However he is also extremely Somft. He simply wants to sit on the couch and wear chunky knit sweaters and drink soup all day.

His greatest talent is coming up with places to nap that are out of sight of Papyrus. You'll be regularly tripping over him

He's wonderful to nap with! He smells like straw and sweet veg, his strong arms are perfect for cuddles. He is unreasonably comfy.

He flirts by giving you things from the farm. He'll show up to your door without warning, carrying cartons of fresh eggs, boxes full of veg, butters and jams and chutneys... one time, even a whole wheel of cheese.

(Probably saves you hundreds on groceries.)

Papyrus frequently asks you to go check on Sans while he's working, maybe to bring him food or a drink, 'see if he's doing it right', etc. Papyrus knows Sans is absolutely fine and knows how to do those jobs. But he also knows that Sans makes an art out of half-assing certain chores and making them take forever... if you're there, Sans wants to show off, and he ends up working twice as fast.

Sans has a way with animals. His vibes are just so easygoing that even the most high-strung creatures like him. Anytime he falls asleep, he ends up with chickens sitting with/on him until he wakes up.

For a guy who works with plants, he's pretty terrible at remembering the names of them. He knows the important ones, and that's about it. Don't expect him to remember more than he absolutely has to.

He's an excellent seamster! If anything you like rips, let him know. He can make it look good as new.

His love language is acts of service. He does the absolute bare minimum for people he doesn't like, and equally, he does So Much for people he loves (like you). He'll tow you for miles if you break down, he'll pick you up from anywhere at any time without complaint, he'll lend you incredibly important items of his as if it's no big deal. If you leave him alone in your home for too long he'll find something to repair or tweak... clothes, furniture, holes in the walls/creaky windows, etc. You'll come downstairs in the morning to find out he's fixed your heating.

His ideal date is driving out to a quiet field at night, then sitting under a blanket together and watching the stars. He may not know his plants... but he knows his stars, that's for sure.

Too bad he'll be too busy looking at you.

#llamagines #LOVELY MAN LOVELY MAN

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sergle · 6 months

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has the huggable twee irritation always been a Thing or did it evolve in response to like, "you're not ugly. i'd fuck you" type comments? like in your personal experience

god, I'm not well spoken enough to describe it exactly the way it Registers In My Brain... but like. It's not the "you're not ugly, I'd fuck you" genre, and that type of comment is so easy to immediately dismiss because it always comes from a certain type of man, and it's like yeah yeah, I could throw a sandwich and you'd fuck it before it hit the floor. But also, that one's so specific, it's a bottom-of-the-barrel "compliment" that dudes will give when a woman has actively said something about feeling like she's unattractive.

The HUGGABLE THING. The oooh squishy marshmallow somft huggable mom shaped 🥺🥰 She looks like she gives GREAT HUGS. Those comments are UNPROMPTED. I'm immediately like. Every keyword you say, I kill another hostage. I will blow up this whole building and everyone in it. Because it is SO FUCKING WEIRD. And I have heard it one million times. And I see it on every drawing of a character who's even remotely plus sized. These comments would not fly for a thinner person, they'd be rightfully received as weird. People aren't gonna comment on a picture of Ariana Grande going omg she's sooo huggable mom friend shaped. WHAT. Simultaneously are desexualized and sanitized to a weird degree in that uwu language way, WHILE also being creepy. Like, why are you describing what you think I'd feel like if you hugged me? Like the only positive thing you can think of to say is that I look like I have some give. As strangers. I'm not going to hug you, I think you're a creep and I think you're giving yourself a big pat on the back for complimenting a fat person. What are we doing I'm arguing at the air. Where am I And you're just supposed to go oh thank you that's so nice, because as a fat person, you gotta take whatever compliment you get, even if it is actually not a compliment. And that's the thing, there are SO MANY ACTUAL COMPLIMENTS TO PICK FROM. But people settle on huggable and somft. Was this person pretty? Were they hot? You could say gorgeous? Handsome, beautiful? Elegant? Stunning? Sharp? Sexy? Stylish? Are you trying to say that you're attracted to this person's body? Are we being horny? Do you think they just look nice in general? Can't we think of anything else to say? Or are we just gonna sit here and say they fuckin look like Santa Claus. Huggable like a pillow. Girl what the fuck

#every time I see or hear it my eyes roll so far back in my head that I can look at my thoughts #I accepted about a thousand of these compliments as haha thank you before I gave up on pretending I think it's a compliment at all #people say this shit ALL THE TIME and I KNOWWWWWWWWWW I'm not the only bitch who hates it.#I hear this from others too. I'm not completely insane right here #or maybe I am. FUCK AUGH #can someone explain it BETTER AND LESS LENGTHY #sergle answers #People don't say any of the outdated plus sized compliments anymore either. you only hear them from old men #Like I would rather be called full figured or curvaceous or a whole lotta woman before I get called MOM FRIEND SHAPED???????????????#what's that post.I'm going to kill myself in front of you and forever change the trajectory of your life #It would be different to be described as soft by like a partner. combined with compliment-compliments. like yeah you OBVIOUSLY know #what I feel like

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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Warprize cat!Dream the morning after his gifting to cow!Hob.

Dream has been undernourished and stressed to the max and he's absolutely exhausted the next morning even after a belly full of milk and and a tender orgasm and a good sleep. He's practically listless and Hob knows he needs more than just milk to recover his strength.

Hob considers having food brought up to his rooms to feed Dream but he needs/(discovers he very much wants) to show off his new prize a bit for political reasons, so he brings Dream down to the huge dining hall for late breakfast (a king is never late, brunch is served when the king wishes it to be). Dream is so slight and so skinny that it's nothing to shift him around. Hob sits Dream in his own lap and supports Dream against his chest, cradling and shielding him against his soft chest and feeds him the best bits.

Hob assures Dream he doesn't have to worry about anything right now, just eat and drink some more of Hob's warm milk and Hob will carry him back to bed to rest some more as soon as the meal is over.

This is so somft, I just love it!!! Skinny scraggly Dream being propped up in Hob’s big soft lap. Leaning back against the King's soft round belly and pillowy chest, just opening his mouth and chewing whatever Hob picks out for him. Cowpeople are naturally herbivores, but (hopefully) extensive research was performed before the new cat warprize arrived. So there's plenty of fish as well as the usual leafy greens and dairy products.

After breakfast Hob carefully shifts Dream in his arms so he can gently rub his poor thin stomach - Dream is too listless to move around, so he'll need help with his digestion. Plus he seems to love the belly rubs. It's the first time he purrs in a public setting and the whole court melts. So cute!!!! Rumour has it, catpeople only have one stomach compartment, which is a little odd. But it's good to know that they enjoy similar physical touches to cowpeople.

Then it's time for more milk, and Dream sleepily sucks away on the King's generous teat before falling into a doze. He's still sucking in his sleep, which is great. Hob wants him to get as much nourishment as possible. Maybe he'll make sure that Dream gets to feed during the night if he ever wakes up hungry... he'll have to make it extra clear to his prize that he's allowed to drink from Hob whenever, wherever.

Now it's time to get Dream back to bed. Breakfast was a complete success, and everyone's talking about how the King doted on his poor little prize. Its great PR for Hob, but most of all? He's just glad that his pretty kitty has a full belly now. Hob will make sure he's never hungry again.

#aquabluejay #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cow hob #catboys #cw hybrids

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dcartcorner · 3 months

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guess who JUST realised Sam mightve been flirting with Colin

Sam: and i thought you looked kinda(dont say hot dont say cute dont say handsome or pretty or gave me gay panic) ...scary.

Colin: ...scary?

colin's response of 'scary?' made me so somft for him

#ask #tmagp spoilers

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ahedderick · 9 months

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Catty Birthday

It's mid-August, so time to wish happy First birthday to Baxter

who was adopted last September at around 5 weeks old. He is a slim, smallish boi, but very happy and loved. Found along the roadside in Maryland with a truly impressive quantity of parasites of all types.

Happy second birthday to Marilla, who was adopted rather spontaneously by my son somewhere in rural northern Pennsylvania.

She is also a Size Smol

Happy third birthday to Meadow, who appears to be large (but the scale says she is average size.) She was caught in a live-catch trap in a forest in West Virginia (along with one sister and her mom).

Her strengths are Pretty, Somft, and also Pretty. That's, well, - that's enough. She can get by with that.

Happy birthday(s) to all summer kittens!

#catblr #sweet kitty #cats man #cats of tumblr #farm cat

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heffrondriving · 2 years

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Omg I was wondering how you make your wallpapers specifically how u made the BTR ones!!! Eeee they’re sooo good fyi

d'aww you're too sweet, thank you so much!!! ٩(●꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ●)۶〜♡ i honestly don't really have a set way of making them?? i just usually grab a whole bunch of screencaps from btr eps and fix their layout mostly from the ground up *nervously side-eyes the mountains of random asf pngs clogging up my downloads folders 👀* on paint tool sai and canva that i'm totally not ehem "borrowing" from my sister's premium college acct then i slap on a whole bunch of filters in some mobile photo apps like snow until the horribleness is somewhat disguised, and hit post and hope it looks decent and i'm not just delirious from sleep-deprivation. i really wish i have a better way of explaining it, but i'm absolutely no expert at this and my photo editing process for the past five years of being a chronic tumblr lurker has just been a cycle of fumking around and finding out. so sorry for the nonsense rambling but i super appreciate you a million! 💗

(ooh pls do feel free to request if you ever wish to though!! i live for getting new ones and it's litchrally the only way i ever get motivated to actually create these kinda edits ;v;)

PICTURED ABOVE: actual footage of me making my silly edits at ungodly hours of the night as my family implores me to for the love of god cease with my online war crimes

#sorry this response is vv late ahh ( ; ´д` )ゞ but reading your rb tags also made my heart cry all somft during office hours too hehe <3 #cornmousequeen #btr #big time rush #logan mitchell #carlos garcia #gif #big time boys #all the windows down #asks #answered #do pretty girl don't speak #making edits is time-consuming and my unskilled almond braim can only do so much but it's always worth it for u lovely ppl ilysm hugs~#i'm not ceasing to persist with making a new gif for every single ask either bc it's too fun so have some bonus cute cargan shenanigans ;3

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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MIDWEEK TREATS FOR TURTLES 💛

as the title says, for cpn loving turtles only. those who have high tolerance for sugar. don’t take it seriously. these are all coincidences and the universe playing with us, so have fun!

before anything else, happy 5 years to this! 🎉🎉

• There has been some talk about how WYB was fiddling with his jacket during the BTF press conference. If it meant he was A.) just fixing his clothes and we should stop overthinking B. ) trying to hide the necklace or C. ) he was drawing people’s attention to it / showing off. Well whatever it is, i’m just happy that he is wearing it. It’s not the main indicator of a “relationship” and shouldn’t be given too much attention, unless it attracts the wrong kind of attention. As a CPF, just appreciate it and smile. There is really no need to try and prove anything to anyone. We know what it means, those who don’t get it — let them be. I’m happy that he gets to keep this to himself 🫶 The puppy and his diamond encrusted bone! I mean it’s Yibo, what do you expect?

( please evaluate. i’m jealous of the bone necklace cause it’s always with yibo 🥹🥹🥹 )

• I didn’t know this but another numerology coincidence, patient #5 stayed in Room #18 in the ADLAD play. Lol. 18 = Yi Bo

• Fake rumor from here ( this is not LRLG or BX fake rumor house ) I like this one cause it features them both.

- starts with XZ talking to staff and someone saying he should sleep early, but ZZ says he can’t cause WYB is still driving ( going to where zz is i’m guessing ) 🥺🥺🥺🥺

- XZ and his team preparing to eat hotpot and ZZ said he already asked what wyb wants to eat. One of his staff was asking if zz needs help and he said no cause wyb’s team ordered it all. ( wyb really loves to spoil him with food )

and this exchange that looks and reads like a fanfic but since we know that what say to each other in real life is so much worse ( based on bts and interviews ) — then this is pretty tame. lol.

they are eating :

XZ: I want less ( food )

WYB : Don’t say that

XZ : Pretend to be angry

WYB: Love you

XZ: Are you mad at me?

WYB: Love you love you

can someone please slap them both? they are so sweet. XZ really be acting coquettish for yibo only. With everyone else, he is practical and super polite.

• People noticed among the flowers sent to the venue of ADLAD Shenzhen was an arrangement from Youku ( platform ). ZZ doesn’t have any drama or projects airing there recently so why would they send it? You may say that it’s professional courtesy but clowns like us would like to think of who Youku’s VIP spokesperson is. WYB is perfectly capable of sending his own, but it’s 👀 that a streaming platform that he’s not working closely with has sent flowers.

• This exchange between fans under a video of WYB. Someone commented and asked what OP was wearing and if it was something “sexy” cause yibo’s eyes are on him. Then OP answered, XZ’s husband ( wyb ) was looking because she was holding their children ( dolls ) lol

WYB could be looking at her for a different reason and we know how he goes Hengdian Hawkeye with the lenses and you will get photos of him looking straight at you. However my point is, the part about the dolls. Whether you like them or not, you have to atleast agree that it is something that will catch yibo’s attention. Especially if he sees particular ones in various events. Remember he saw some during HB, even held a BJD doll, so he knows that fans ( mostly cpf ) are bringing it. Add TaoTao’s post with his own Yibo doll. So I feel so somft that the “bringing dolls at events” ( and dolls as a show of support ) is now accepted. Yibo looks okay with it, i wanna say, he’s even amused. You can fight me on this but there is just no way that he doesn’t know that the paired dolls are not him and zz. especially zanbi in his bunny costume with that smile and a mole under his lips.

My dream is for him to hold a wyb doll dressed as Lei Yu. but he has to be careful too incase certain people get offended. So yeah. 🤡

and is anyone else thinking about how people from the media comment about yibo’s looks? like they can’t believe he is that handsome in real life. this is coming from people who should be used to seeing celebrities, but the way they describe yibo is next level. reminds me of XZ who called him Venus. He is right. The artist knows what true beauty is. It’s WYB. this is why no one can compare. To XZ, the question has already been answered, WYB is Venus. ( this is my favorite cpn, which is not really a cpn cause it’s a fact. XZ said it. lol )

• We might have a same city incidence this week! If it’s true that XZ will attend Gucci’s Cosmos exhibit in Shanghai ( opening 4/28 ). So if he does and WYB is in SH for BTF’s premiere / roadshow — well ☺️☺️☺️

- END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #this is for you who is already tired from work or school — hope this distracts you or cheers you up!

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cosmic-d1ce · 11 months

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Somft FML Missa and Phil in honour of our boy's return <3

Phil watched Chayanne bounce on his trampoline with Tallulah, giggling and squealing, a sound he hadn't realised he'd miss so much. He smiled as Chayanne stopped to backflip, unable to see anything but Charlie. Tallulah clapped and squealed in delight as Chayanne stood proudly before her.

As the kids continued to play, Phil felt Missa put his hand gently over his. Missa's hands were cold despite the sun and warm weather. He was always cold. Phil looked at his partner, some part of his brain nagging him to just make sure.

But Forever's hands were warm.

"Your hands are so soft." Missa said, looking down at their hands, "I almost forgot." He smiled behind his mask, but Phil could hear a tinge of bitter guilt in his sweet tone.

"I'm sorry." Phil replied, like clockwork. A conditioned response, the only thing he could think to say most of the time.

He had nothing to apologize for. He never did. Missa was never upset with him. Always happy, always gentle. He wasn't going to hurt him. Never.

"Stop apologizing for nothing!" Missa tutted, shaking his head. "It's not your fault you were gone for so long." He squeezed Phil's had gently, reassuring, careful not to hurt him.

"I know." Another apology got caught in his throat.

Missa seemed to know, as he always did. "We'll work on it, it's okay."

Although his face was hidden behind a mask, Phil could read his expression easily. A soft smile and a determined, sincere glint in his eyes. He smiled back before glancing down at their hands again, then back to the kids.

Missa's gaze lingered and Phil couldn't help but look back. "What? Stop." He laughed.

"No! You're so pretty, I want to look at you!"

"Stop-"

"Never."

Missa took his hand away from Phil's and moved close enough to brush stray hairs from Phil's face.

"Your face is warm." Missa laughed as he put hia hand on Phil's cheek, gentle and cold. Phil leaned into Missa's touch, giggling as he felt his face get hot.

Missa guided Phil closer to him. The sound of his laughter was addictive, and he loved that it was so easy for him. Missa wanted nothing more that to kiss him, but was far too aware of the two children nearby, watching them intently. Phil didn't seem to notice them.

Phil leaned closer and bumped their foreheads together.

That would do. That was okay. Missa was, more than anything, happy that Phil felt safe enough to initiate. It was okay that he couldn't say how much he loved his husband. This was okay. This was enough.

#SCREAMS #I love them sm im so happy missa is back #qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #forever my love au #philza #missa sinfonia #qsmp shipping #q!philza #q!missa

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shuckinbeanz · 1 year

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My Incubus!Boyfriend: Hawks

warnings/notes: NSFW, quirkless(basically quirks are demon powers)?fantasy+modern!au, fluff and smut, Hawks is literally an aphrodisiac, reader has a clit and a womb, enthusiastically consensual, Incubus!Hawks, Incubus!Hawks goes into a rut(lol Shark Week), ya'll been dating for awhile now, breeding, light suggestion of multiple bbs in one pregnancy at the end, knotting, bonding, mating for life, wingplay, feral hawks, cumflation, reader dips into somft subspace Hawks is so sweet to reader 🥺, overstimulation, its Incubi = Loyal Love Demons who thrive on love, mutual pining, the hot sex that follows, and the relationship that grows bc consent is a huge thing in dis hous. As an Incubus, he produces so much cum and he stays hard so he can go for days it's no easy feat to milk him dry 😩 he's made for loving the reader and he's got so much love to give 🥺

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The sound he lets loose as his fat cock gushes even more baby batter into your womb has you creaming even more rings around his thick, heavy knot; a mix between a debauched low moan and a deep guttural growl devilish in nature vibrates through your completely fucked out, cum-frenzied being, directly from the Incubus holding your overwhelmed squirming form into a mating press.

You're far too gone at this point, stomach distended from all the cum his balls kept producing in copious amounts. His vermillion wings were on full display as he whined and kept rutting into you, powerful hips desperately chasing relief for his instincts, pleading for more as you barely hung onto your last threads of consciousness, pawing weakly at his soft downy feathers.

Begging you to stay sane for him, to let him plant his brood in you, perfectly up your hot tubes and fertilizing all the eggs he can.

Feathers incessantly stroked your clit and played with your perked pretty nipples as he babbled on and on.

"You're s'gorgeous, pretty baby, s'perfect, fuck, I can't- -I can't stop, hen, take it, take it, yeah, take it all, fuck!" he howls, filling you up even more, sloppily grinding against you, more of his telekinetic feathers plucked from his beautiful wings in his ecstasy, hovering protectively above yours and his nest. The aphrodisiac your Incubus lover produced has long since soaked through your gummy insides, into your body, saturating through even your bones.

Your womb might as well be a second clit at this point, his thick, hot, slimy seed expanding your inner walls, his knot locking in every last drop.

Again, you squirt on him, your mind nearly broken from all the pleasure despite your best efforts to give the man you loved what he desperately needed.

Lovemaking-breeding like the last two lovers in the world, down to its most emotional, purest form.

You were a real trooper, too; having endured the brunt of a feral Incubi's instinct thus far, and you'll be damned if all that sex you had with him for months before this didn't raise your endurance enough for him to bond you, as planned.

Your legs were numb at this point, and your arms have long since felt like jelly, weakly swirling his sensitive feathers between your fingertips, making him croon.

You can only stutter out your love for him, your sweet mews grounding him, sharp molten golden pupils dilating as he finally lets up.

He's panting harshly, kissing all over your face and neck, the slow grinding of his hips barely restrained, the bulbous tip of his cock mixing up your guts. His cum burned your insides in the most pleasurable of ways, making you cream around his cock for the nth time, your whole body shuddering wantonly.

"Yes." he hisses as your hole milks him, "Fuckin' jus' like that, pidge, birdie, baby, m'broody hen." comes his voice, husky from sex, sweetly encouraging you as you melt into a subspace, tears gathering around your eyes as he kisses them away.

You loved him, so, so much.

"Went overboard, hah?" he pants, kissing your eyes, his brows furrowed. You choke on a weak sob. Mate.

" 'm sorry, pretty baby, stupid bird-brain, says keep cummin'." he whines with each grind of his hips. Mate, you hiccup tearfully.

A birdlike chatter reverberates from his broad chest. "Wassat, hen? 'm'may be a good listener, but y'gotta speak a li'l bit louder, baby." he inquires in a worried slur, hips still grinding against your welcoming heat, lending his ear to your pretty lips.

At least his feathers mercifully ceased attack on your overstimulated body.

"Mate." you finally manage to squeak out pitifully, clinging onto him with what little strength you can muster, tears streaming from your eyes, non-stop.

"Ah, fuck." you hear his grimace, "Didn't mean to, baby. Didn't mean to." he starts apologetically. "I know I promised, pidge, fuck me. You jus' feel s'good." you know he mentally kicked himself, from his pitiful whines.

"Jus' one more, pretty baby, jus' one more?" he pleads, his large calloused hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs wiping away your fat tears. "Can y'take it, hen? If y'can't, s'okay, I'll- -" you shake your head as vehemently as you can, his pupils blowing wider than before at your reaction, his hips briefly stilling.

"...y'sure?" he asks gingerly, and you nod as best you can.

Quivering wings fold and lower, protectively encircling your form, as his hips resume rocking against you. The feathers hovering above shudder in tandem with his desperate grinds, rut-drunk babbles escaping him.

You could feel his heavy, needy cock jolting inside you as his knot seemed to grow even more excited. His balls were incredibly hot and swollen, pressed up against your ass, more of his seed locked, loaded, and leaking you swore, his name passing your lips in a squeal as his weight sends you over the edge yet again.

"Yes, baby, milk me, milk me." he begs, his molten hues nearly rolling back into his head, despite his best efforts to see you broken down beneath him. "Mate." he releases a breathy growl, propping himself upwards on the headboard, his brows furrowed as his hips sloppily chase one more release.

"Make you mine, mine, mine." a devilish growl escapes him, and when you reach for and tug a particularly sensitive feather, you have him howling again, "Mine!!" for one last time, as he pumps you full with his final load.

His cock throbs enthusiastically with each gush of cum, your gooey insides stretching to accommodate every last drop as you cream around his knot, his breathy growls evening down to blissful shudders while tears start gathering around his eyes, all the overstimulation finally catching up to him. His feathers form a protective layer on your bulging tummy, littered about the rest of your form as he blinks the wetness away to take in the fruits of his frenzy.

Out of breath, completely limp, your features tear-streaked, utterly fucked out, your heavy eyelids threatening to tear away what consciousness you had left.

You love him so, so much. He can see it. He can feel it. You know this, the last thing you see being him licking his lips, and the last thing you hear before blacking out;

"Delicious, hen. Sleep now, pretty baby."

The next time you wake up, his feathers had bonded to you, resembling tattoos; very mobile proof of your love for each other which only other love fiends and their bonded sweethearts could see. They lingered around your tummy, protective of the life you conceived with him.

He'd plucked his own wings for you, the now much smaller appendages flapping happily as he embraces you, temporarily rendered unable to give flight.

"They'll grow back, broody hen." he promised you when you asked him, your worries about him being completely unfounded.

Though, maybe, you should worry about his high fecundity.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami smut #takami keigo smut

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deliciouskeys · 9 months

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6 for somft Butcher and Lander. Them mushing their pretty faces against each other is my coke

#6 Write about an intense kiss between your ship. From the soft OTP prompts meme.

Hm, thanks for requesting this. Hope you enjoy. I like thinking about Homelander getting sensory overload can you tell? It’s reallll subtle 😂.

“No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”

He has to be careful, and almost excruciatingly gentle when he's not stock-still. It's one of the maddening aspects of his existence-- having enough strength that one careless, enthusiastic movement could just plain demolish a sex partner, even if they were a fellow supe. William isn't a fellow supe, and he might as well be made of tissue paper for tissue and matchsticks for bones, but Homelander will be damned if he doesn't get excited by lying back on the bed and letting this man hover over him, smelling like cigarettes, jeans that he's worn for several days, some cheap heavyhanded brand of deodorant like Degree, a faint whiff of alcohol that William might have consumed last night and was coming out of his pores now. It's suffocating and overwhelming and if Homelander lies back and doesn't move a muscle he can almost make himself believe that this man above him could hold him down against his will, could hurt him, could overpower him and make him feel small and vulnerable and sensitive to everything he was taught not to feel. The anger in William’s eyes was blazing manic when he was on temp V and fighting him with his fists. But now in a quieter moment like this one, there's still anger there, but it's quiet, on a simmer. Homelander feels pinned down by that gaze, the judgmental scrutiny of a man who knows just how corrupt and immoral he’s been most of his life, and is apparently eager to romp with Evil Incarnate anyway.

William is eager. He goes for it, diving his head down, leaning his head just slightly sideways so their teeth don’t collide. He’s pushy, invading Homelander’s mouth, and Homelander just allows it to happen at first, his tongue meeting William’s as it invades his mouth, but not pushing back, just enjoying the still novel feeling of a beard rubbing against his chin and nose. His hands finally engage. He’s not wearing gloves, and everything his fingertips touch gives him some sort of sensory overload, bordering on uncomfortable, but it’s good, he remembers to touch William’s face gently this way, and not crush his skull between his palms when the other man leaves his mouth and kisses a line of small kisses from his ear down his jawline and eventually down one side of his throat.

It tickles, and Homelander’s instincts make him want to move away, but he stays put, even arching the column of his throat for better access. William moves back to kissing his mouth eventually. He tastes bitter, salty, like cigarettes and humans, with an unexpected pop of tang when Homelander realizes his lips were being bitten slightly and he bit back, absentminded, lost in the taste and feel of all this affection, immediately breaking skin. William sits back, wiping his bleeding lower lip with the back of his hand, and both of them seem disturbed and invigorated by the smell and taste of copper now in the air between them.

“You gonna bite me again?” William asks, but he’s moving back in before Homelander shakes his head. When he moves his hands back, lacing his fingers into William’s messy hairstyle, the man grabs his wrist and kisses his palm. Homelander is embarrassed at the moan that escapes him, and he’s done for when Billy licks his fingers, tongue wet and rough against the skin of his finger pads. He’s squirming, immediately hard, no one’s ever done this to him and he can’t guarantee he won’t thrash against William in a fit of tense pleasure.

“Like that, do ya.”

Homelander is embarrassed that he whimpers instead of responding with a word, sounding almost pained because his skin feels unbearably sensitive. He tries to pull his hand away, overwhelmed by the sensation, loving it but also wanting his gloves back on immediately.

William looks at him, studies his face, and does let go of his wrist, Homelander breathing a sigh of relief just before feeling a couple of William’s fingers probing at his lips, and eagerly accepts them in deep, soothed by sucking on something, not caring that his eyes flutter half closed, glazing over, his vision unfocused, every sense suddenly muted except the feeling of heavy fingers against his tongue. He can’t be bothered to think about what he looks like and sighs through his nose when William rests himself down on his body, free hand rubbing his undercut, Homelander’s body so primed that every ghosting touch feels electric and goes straight to his groin where his erection is starting to protest its confines in the suit’s cup.

He’s already close to the brink, he wants to take a moment and get his clothes off but William replaces his fingers with his mouth again, and Homelander can’t help it, squeezing his eyes shut, hips suddenly bucking forward of their own accord, maybe bumping the hips of the man lying on top of him, Homelander can’t even control it, nor the groan that comes spilling out his mouth when William breaks contact for a moment.

“Did you just cum in your trousers?” William asks, and Homelander can’t handle the incredulous, amused tone, turning away, blinking and praying he can keep from crying, but William’s hands guide his face back to face him and he goes right back to kissing his mouth, no other snide remarks, Homelander eventually relaxing back into it, letting William peel back the flap of his suit, eventually finding the latches that let him open his suit entirely, impressive when he’s not even glancing down, cracking open what feels like Homelander’s protective shell. He feels a cool breeze across his chest just before William leaves his mouth and descends and Homelander has to press a fist to his mouth at the sensation of a rough tongue against one of his nipples.

#butchlander #homelander #billy butcher #the boys #the boys tv #pwp #mystuff #not even a ficlet #kissing the fuck out of him #written on lunch break so like don’t judge

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