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sorry i’m acc going crazy over noel i need to hold that gorgeous head of hair while he eats me out
2000s scruffy noel pls come home … my fav bowl ever with the beard … wow soectaucular gimme 14 of em right now .. need him to pin my thighs to the bed while he goes HAMMMM
Earthspark is usually seen as the wholesome happy continuity where everyone especially megop get to live happy domestic lives(ignore season 4). Earthspark megop content reflects this too since a lot from what I see are sweet and fluffy (at least before season 4💀). But I really wanna see earthspark megatron being just kinda fucked up, like the cruel sadistic tyrannical side of him that he renounced still lingers and screams for his attention, like spilled glitter no matter how hard he tries to repress them and tell himself to not even think about humoring these desires, to not fuck up the still uneasy truce on earth, it still sticks to his processor indelible and haunts him every waking moment. He constantly gets violent and grisly intrusive thoughts (he would have made reality decades ago) especially when having to interact with GHOST. Loudest and worst of all are thoughts about Optimus…..earthspark megatron I get that you are usually the nice retired grandpa among megatrons but please I need your morality to just get darker for my personal enjoyment
even more detective drabbles (pt 3..)
warnings: you know the drill, english isnt my first language so sorry for any mistakes 💔 this one is more dialogue-heavy (so it doesnt really feel like tom and jerry that much) but i hope you enjoy anyway!!! can you guys tell im absolutely crazy for them
Tom is a sucker for soft jazz love songs. Mention one thing about jazz, and he's suddenly all up in your face, showing you his record collections and old vinyls. What he isn't though, is a song repeater. Yet, the other day, Tom kept playing a certain jazz song on loop, and Jerry noticed. (The repetition was getting annoying, that's why he noticed it. No other reasons.) Eventually, also for no reason but to ease his boredom, Jerry decides to look up the lyrics. Big mistake. As they usually say, curiosity killed the cat mouse, and so he realizes exactly why his partner likes love songs so much. That doofus is obviously thinking of Toots to them! ...Damn it.
So, every time Tom plays his jazz music for the day, Jerry pays extra attention to whatever song is on. And a part of Jerry dies a little more knowing those songs are not and never will be about him. (But they are. Always have been.)
It's a known fact that Tom and Jerry share a bed together. Although they're not proud of it, none of them would choose to have it any other way (Not that they'd admit to this ever.) Sleeping on the same bed is one thing, waking up together is another. Let's just say... Jerry enjoys body pillows. And Tom is one of them. Sometimes, Tom gets to experience the misfortune of being woken up to Jerry's strangling embrace holding him. (Even scarier, Tom realizes he doesn't want to move away)
Tom rarely meets his family. So it was a surprise for him to catch one of his uncles, Catsby on the way back to their office with Jerry. It's fine, he'd just have a quick chat with him, say his farewells and move along. What Tom didn't expect was for Catsby to just blurt out:
"Atta boy! Used to think you were hopeless with women, but here you are! On a date with your girlfriend, eh?"
...What? Tom opens his mouth only to find he has miraculously lost the ability to form words.
"...Jerry's not a girl."
Now it was the mouse man's turn to be confused.
"I'm not your boyfriend either???"
Imagine them on their way back on a cab after a solving a case located in the middle of literally nowhere. At first, it's all fun and games with their usual bickering and snarky remarks. Then, midnight hits and suddenly the whole city gets softer. And before he realizes it, Tom already feels half of Jerry's weight leaning on him, his detective partner falling asleep against him without meaning to. Frozen in place, Tom doesn't move. Not for an hour. Not even when he starts to slowly recognize the buildings they pass by. Why would he? There's no reason to. Eventually, Jerry does wake up somewhere during the drive, realizes exactly who he's napping on, and instead of moving away like any normal person would, he just mumbles sleepily:
"...you're warm."
The same detective passes out seconds later again, snuggling contently against Tom like what he just said meant nothing. Tom contemplated driving the car into the ocean and just walking home by foot.
One weird thing about Tom is he likes making Jerry laugh. Sure, everyone wants to make their friend happy, yadiyada. But for Tom, it's even more than that. He likes hearing Jerry laugh because of him. Likes it a bit too much (and he doesn't even know why.) Heck, he's even willing to make a fool out of himself, just in order to hear that laughter. But the thing is, Jerry doesn't always laugh, not everyone gets the privilege to hear it. So whenever he does, of course Tom's going to treasure it.
It was a rainy day, they just finished an interrogation with a suspect that could be described as even...less bright than Tom, and that's saying something. Bored, the cat detective attempts to reenact one of the suspect's lies from the earlier interrogation, just for the fun of it (badly. with accents, hand-made props and all that jazz because of course he would.) Jerry, surprisingly, after a few rounds of the tomfoolery, couldn't hold back any more and starts laughing hard (hand over his stomach, body genuinely shaking and nonstop giggles.) And Tom just... stops mid-performance like he forgot how to do anything other than stare at his partner laughing like he just heard the funniest joke of his life. Because, there it is again. That sound that he has grown to love so dearly. And Tom thinks, he should make another joke. He should come up with something smarter, even wittier, just to continue hearing that laugh...yet nothing comes out of his lips.
"You're- pfft, actually impossible"
Jerry struggles to say, his stomach hurting with every giggle.
"Yeah?"
Tom manages breathlessly. His voice suddenly soft and stripped off of any tease from earlier.
Jerry's still laughing, all wide smiles and bright eyes, a bit flushed too if you really pay attention. Tom doesn't know when, but their distance closes even more than before, and somehow, he's already right in front of Jerry's face. Jerry looks up, the previous fit of laughter still evident on the corners of his lips. Tom leans in, slightly. Jerry does too. And the world is just them. Then...the phone on their table rings, because of course it does. Both of them jumped apart immediately, Jerry rushing to answer the phone and Tom just deciding the left wall of their office is suddenly the most interesting thing on planet Earth while trying to ignore what just happened.
Tom has a great dislike for telephones. Specifically for the one they have in their office.
im Mina Ashido!!
I go to UA, i'm in class 1A!!
I like to dance, talk with my friends, stuff like that!!
P.S Mineta, shut your bitchass grape looking mf
when did robert get so bad at carrying out schemes naturally.. like what was that?
// Was going to make the joke "Hey! Porrim's back with a new personality again!" but the more I think about it the softer I am in myself.
I started roleplaying Porrim on Google+ when that was *the* place to roleplay. My portrayal of her had changed dramatically over the years, but I realize the personality I gave her was a refelction of where I was mentally. When her personality was combative it was because my loving situation was disruptive and hard to navigate. When her personality was soft spoken it was because I thought I had to be smaller to be loved. Now, I feel more confident in myself and who I am and I see that in how I write her now.
As I evolve she evolves beside me and it is amazing to see how far we've come.
i swear i saw him and a cheerleader(?)
Sam’s stomach dropped as he stared at the pleated skirt and halter top hanging inside. The red fabric looked cheap and garish under the fluorescent lights, smelling faintly of stale perfume. Footsteps slapped against tile: Dean shoved through the door, shoulders tense.
Dean stopped dead, his eyes flicking from Sam’s pale face to the skirt. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his lips. "Well, ain’t that cute," he drawled, leaning against the lockers with a metallic thud. Sam scowled at the wicked glint in Dean’s eyes. "Just take me home," Sammy whispered, fists clenched at his sides. "Now."
Dean’s grin widened as he snatched the skirt off the hook, letting the cheap fabric drape over his fingers. "Relax, Sammy," he muttered, voice low and rough. "But you owe me." He tossed the halter top into Sammy’s trembling hands. Outside, rain hammered the asphalt as Dean shoved him toward the Impala, the car’s engine roaring to life.
prompt: high school freshman sammy getting pranked a lot. ok walk with me, talk with me. one day after gym class he opens his locker and his clothes are gone. his clothes are gone but there’s a pleated skirt, a red and white halter top. he gets the one kid he’s actually sort of friends with to go get dean— my brother, just go get my brother. dean, barging into the locker room like he’s thinking sam got his ass kicked, laughs when he sees it. it’s real but there’s something wicked in his eyes that sam doesn’t like. sam wants to go back to the motel. now. no jokes, no comments. just take me home, dean, alright? seriously.
dean takes him home. there’s a condition to it, though. the next day, rumors start passing around that dean winchester fucked one of the cheerleaders in his car during lunch. someone told another someone who heard it from these two girls who saw it all from the bleachers. dean doesn’t deny it, doesn’t confirm it either, but his tongue in cheek smirk says enough. and sam pretends it’s a good thing the pranks stop after that.
i don’t even recognise sherlock in these sherlolly blogs im scrolling thru out of interest
