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#that is a puppy your honor
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another little barn for us all while we Anticipate <3
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bbybluemochi · 2 years
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my only purpose in this life is to draw my OCs being in love and doing kinky stuff
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roykentschesthair · 1 month
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Roy loves to hold hands
Absolutely adores it
It makes him feel close to his partner, let’s him feel connected and soothes his protective instincts when out amongst crowds.
It’s not about whether his partner needs that protection, Roy just needs to provide it and being allowed to hold their hand lets him keep them close and move them when necessary.
Keeley had understood intrinsically what his holding his hand out meant, they hadn’t even needed a conversation about it, she’d just taken his hand or his arm, or both, and stayed close.
He has to chase Jamie anywhere they go
Not just because of his knee, but because Jamie is a butterfly. Socially and in his flitting rapid movements as his mind leaps from one thought to another
Amsterdam had given him a taste, but they’d just been friends then, and barely at that, now, as boyfriends, (they’re keeping it quiet for now, though all the important people know) he’s chasing Jamie so much he debates getting him a leash for outside the bedroom
He can recognize that holding hands in public isn’t keeping anything quiet, but he longs for the feeling of Jamie’s fingers slotted with his, the warmth of his body against his side as they walk and Jamie chatters about whatever that days hyperfixation is.
So he starts holding his hand out. Quietly, never remarking on it, or demanding anything, just waiting to see what Jamie will do.
It takes a few days before Jamie starts handing him things, a flower, his ticket for the movie, and on one memorable occasion a wad of cash to pay for dinner
They’d genuinely fought about that one, Roy is a provider at heart, and he always pays. Always.
Then slowly, carefully, Jamie starts to inch closer when they’re out.
Lingers at Roy’s side a little longer, and then a little longer than that.
He naturally moves to the interior side of the sidewalk now, let’s Roy open doors, pull out chairs, and Roy just steadily holds out his hand, waiting.
Jamie brushes their pinkies together, links them for a moment that nearly stops Roy’s heart before he’s distracted by a window display and then off rambling about a topic Roy didn’t catch, feeling like all his blood rushed to that one finger.
Jamie is never shy when they’re alone, or amongst the team, but out in public, out amongst strangers, he’s skittish.
Roy understands and it’s still infuriating, he’s not as chill about keeping their relationship “quiet” as he once thought
He’s proud of Jamie, that’s his lad, and he wants people to know that they’re together, that Jamie is not in fact up for a quick tumble, and will never be again.
(That ring in his sock drawer feels like a physical weight sometimes, but it’s too soon, he’s going to do this right)
But he’s trying not to pressure, not to move on his own timeline and run over Jamie’s.
So he just holds out his hand and (not so) patiently waits.
It’s after a match, they’d been nearly beaten off the field, pulled a win by the skin of their teeth and they’re all stiff and exhausted as they make their way home.
The crowds are still thick, Jamie still had his muddy kit on, got caught up with Beard and Rojas and just laughingly said he’d shower at home.
Roy is a few steps ahead of him, even though they’re going to the same place, and on a whim holds his hand out behind him.
Jamie locks onto his hand like Mjolnir to Thor, and their fingers lock together with an almost audible click, Roy’s heart nearly leaps from his chest, and Jamie uses the leverage to pull himself to Roy’s side, holding his hand and leaning into him, sweaty and muddy and grinning, and Roy can see the flashes of cameras and the click of phones and he can’t care, because Jamie is holding his hand and grinning up at him like he set the sun, and Roy is absolutely going to break out the bedroom leash when they get home.
Maybe even that ring in his drawer.
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vouselegants · 1 month
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angry puppy eyes <333
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taikoturtle · 2 years
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“I know.”
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Shoutout to Twisted for having the lines “science says you’re dead and gone forever reason says I’m talking to the air but something in my heart some secret hidden part illogically insist that you are there somewhere” and “he fucked a tiger” be in the same musical
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leisi-lilacdreams · 7 months
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for @phykoha's 3k dtiys
the most baby of babies ;v;
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mossy-fae · 4 months
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i dont know why all of these gifs of taylor uploaded double, so sad :(
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mymisfitsbabe · 4 months
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Billy had just finished cleaning his kitchen, just finished putting away the last clean plate when someone pounded on the front door. Frowning, Billy pulled off his apron and tossed it on the counter. 
“Who is it?” Billy asked as he padded over on bare feet to the closed door. 
“Who the fuck do you think it is? Open the Goddamn door.” Gator called back. 
“You can't just start showing up here, Tillman.”
“Just open the fucking door before I kick it down, Hargrove.”
Opening the door Billy sighed.
“What are you doing he- What the fuck is that?” Billy hissed as Gator pushed into his trailer and handed him a large furball. 
“It's a dog.” Gator sneered as he moved further into the small living room.
“Uh, and why the fuck did you bring it here?” Billy asked as it wiggled in his hold, it's sandy brown fur already shedding onto his black shirt.
Gator turned and gave Billy an exasperated look, but Billy's focus shifted as he spotted the shiner Gator sported under his right eye. Gator was still in his police uniform, his vest had some blood on it and he was covered in dirt splotches. He smelled like sweat and dogs.
“What the hell happened to you?” Billy asked, shifting the pup to one arm so he could grab Gator's face and get a good look at his eye. 
“Nothin. Anyways, you need a dog round here since it's so easy to break in this shit hole.” 
“Oh fuck off, just cause you decided to go all psycho horror movie on me doesn't mean I need a damn dog.” Billy passed the ball of fur back to Gator. 
“Just keep the fucking dog, Bills. It ain't gonna kill you.”
“What the hell am I supposed to do with it? I'm at work 12 hours a day.” 
“Take it with you, Benny loves dogs and the shop is gated off.” 
“Great, then give Benny the dog if he loves them so much.”
“I didn't get the dog for Benny, I got it for you.”
Billy sighed, as Gator set the dog on the couch. The thing was huge for a pup, thick sandy brown fur with bright brown eyes. It's paws and ears seemed too big for its body and the thing looked half wild. 
“Where'd you get it from anyways?” Billy asked, crossing his arms over his chest and eyeing the pup suspiciously. 
“It's a police pup reject. The mom got knocked up by a wolf and this is the pup. Bright side is it's trained.” Gator rambled as he sat next to the pup and started petting it's head. 
“A wolf? You want me to keep a wolf as a pet?” Billy balked. 
“Course, they make great guard dogs. Roy has a pack of bout six back home.” 
“Gator, I don't know. I've never had a dog before,” Billy carted a hand through his shaggy hair and sighed. “I don't have food for it and the store is closed.”
Gator shrugged, his face turning down. “I got stuff in the truck, you don't need to get it nothing. I just thought you'd like it. It's gotta be shit being out here alone all the time.” 
Gator was chewing on his lip, looking like he'd been kicked and Billy sighed. “What’s his name?” 
“Gator Jr.” Gator smirked up at Billy.
“That's a shit name.” Billy said arching a brow and suppressing and grin 
“Fuck you, Gator's an awesome name.” Gator threw the old beat up couch pillow at Billy.
Billy caught it and laughed. “I'm not calling him Gator, pick a different name you fucking redneck.”
Gator jutted his lip out and scratched the back of his head. “Fine, I guess her name is Eleven then. That's whats on her tags.” 
“Christ, there's eleven of them?” 
“Yeah, but the others are full German shepherds. The station is gonna keep those.” 
“Go get her stuff and show me how to not kill her.” Billy sighed. 
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smolsawyer · 2 years
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Warrior Nun - Avatrice
s02e08 - Jeremiah 29:13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
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aws-art · 7 months
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the new voicelines got me 🥹
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brinnybee · 6 months
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quick scribbles to try and learn some dear dear faces c':
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da-proti-toku-grem · 5 months
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📷 satuwlphoto
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killyoump3 · 8 months
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a heem heem...
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devilanon · 1 year
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simon saying something that flusters his normally professional and collected therapist and makes her blush. hes internally punching the air and hooting and hollering.
goes to jack off about it immediately afterward
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lady-murderess · 11 months
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here's our favourite wolf girl to brighten your day ✨
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