#sugardaddypenguin

[timewantstohappenarchive-blog]

@sugardaddypenguin

It is one of the most embarrassing things that has ever happened to him. He is currently curled up in the furthest corner of the dog kennel he has been forced to get into, his twitching ears taking in all the unfamiliar sounds around him as he pretends to be asleep.

It isn’t the first time that his captor (he refuses to call the man by his name) has forced him to shift from one form into the other, but he has never been trapped like this before. The drive to wherever it is that he has been taken has been rather short and the many unfamiliar smells are overwhelming after his long stay in the basement.

He doesn’t know where he is, he doesn’t know who is with him in the room, but he can hear them move every now and then. It sounds like they are sitting somewhere close and either reading a book or writing on something. There is a nagging feeling at the back of his mind, what if this is part of the “plan” his captor keeps talking about? What if something is about to happen to him that he won’t be able to stop....

It is difficult to hang onto his worried  thoughts in this form, the longer he stays a fox, the less important what is happening outside seems to him. He becomes aware of the more basic things, like how hungry he is and how much he misses to be out in the sun. Fresh air. The thrill of a hunt for a rat --

He needs to get out - NOW.

Slowly, the fox gets up and stretches, making sure to make as much noise as he is able to. When he is certain that the person’s attention is on him, he lets out a soft sound, something close to a groan, then sits down, his head hanging low. Another groan, this one sounds like he is in pain... and then he waits.

[riddle-factory]

“ -- Guess who’s wearing green to the club tonight?”

“A hint: it isn’t me. For once.”

Cue the plastic garment bag with a shimmering green suit peeking through the clear plastic window. Note: this one is much smaller than the one Oswald has seen Ed toting through the Van Dahl estate, heckling Ogla about the punctuality of her dry-cleaner visits. This one, brand new, is tailored for Oswald.

“I thought we could go as each other. I got myself a purple suit. You know. For Halloween.”

@sugardaddypenguin (because i couldnt find that fucking comic scan)

[fatallybeloved-blog]

@sugardaddypenguin

      “Where am I?” Even though there was the familiar sounds of being in the hospital.. Nora knew this was not the case. For one there was no idle chit-chat of nurses, no eyes watching her.. beside one. A man, who had seemed to have been called over when someone reported that Nora was finally waking. 

[notpoisonoakie-archived]

@sugardaddypenguin || Starter Call

      “Harley canceled on me-something about her dumb hyenas-and Selina made a sly comment about my plants so I’m not inviting her, so.. Do you want to come with me?” The woman questioned, suitcases already packed and ready to go as she handed the man the brochure. It was some sort of week long trip by the beach by the looks of things, along with a bunch of science camps for little kids. It also had some sort of convention that was centered around being eco-friendly which was most likely what Ivy was going for. 

[bcngbang]

                                                  ✘Plotted Starter 

                                            ✘@sugardaddypenguin

✘✘ This first time he showed up to church, he’s sat in the very last pew on the left hand side. He broods the entire service and is gone as soon as it ended, hopping into his father’s old pickup truck and brooding the entire way home. This was a load of bullshit but his father ‘wasn’t having no F A G G O T for a son.’ He supposed it could be worse.

The third time he showed up for church, he was high and he nearly dozed off at a few points. He had received many nasty looks. He’s used to it by now. But what he isn’t used to, is the way the prim and proper boy gazes at him with curiosity. There’s something about it that leaves his gut twisting.

He meets his gaze, watches the way eyes nervously darted away. Joker can’t help but smirk. It’s kind of C U T E. 

He skips the next few services. 

The fourth time he shows up at church, he’s sporting a freshly bruised cheek and split lip. He shows up early, needs to get out of the house and away from his Father and Church seems like the best way to do so.  

He finds himself in the bathroom, hiding, while dabbing gently at his lip with a paper towel. When the bathroom door is pushed open, he knows who it is as soon as he feels those curious eyes on him. Turning, he glowers at the boy. “ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴ’ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?”

[prevailinglight]

It's a double double. The most Canadian of coffee 😂

Listen I have been to canada ONCE for the Women’s World Cup. I went to a Tim Hortons....THE COFFEE WAS WEAK AF AND I AM FOREVER SPITEFUL. See if you want me to forgive your country I need to come visit you and you can make me a better cup of coffee. I’m coming over. It ain’t that far from Michigan XD

[riddle-factory]

Elijah or his late step-family must have dabbled musically, because when Edward first brought his things into the manor and moved in to be nearer to his work and close friend, the first thing he noticed was a baby grand piano sitting in a parlor not far from the entryway. Of course, his curiosity had gotten the better of him once or twice, when he knew he was alone, and he’d plucked the keys in a few quick, excited successions, much to his delight.

Putting his right hand on Oswald’s corresponding shoulder, he pulls the shorter gentleman in for a sideways embrace and rests his cheek on moussed hair.

“Come with me for a second.” One quick squeeze, and the hug ends. Ed tugs Oswald along by his fingers and finally takes a seat at the baby grand, relishing in more than just the opportunity to finally play it when faced with the chance to make the sentimental gesture that he’s about to. 

“Sit down, here, beside me.”

@sugardaddypenguin [cont]

[aussie-digger-blog]

@sugardaddypenguin from here

“No need ta chuck a wobbly Cobbo. I’m just sayin. An’ I’m classically handsome, I believe rugged is the term you yanks use.” He said with a grin, pulling his coat around him proudly. “Can’t have any fun in a suit like that. I like gettin’ dirty.”