I an’t done yet, dammit!!!!

Stucky and Service Animals or pets with special needs.

Don’t friggen PLAy LiKE yOU DoN’T WanT PrESH BABieS!!!

I will friggen FIGHT YOU!

All-New Marvel NOW! Point One writer: al ewing / artist: lee garbett

timewalkerk:

Eren x Levi (ERERI) by AYI

Pixiv id: 1805314

~More Titan!Eren Fics are necessary~

I need Titan!Eren, with ears that move, making surprisingly cute whimpering noises (among other sounds) and what not in response to Levi talking/yelling at him. *swoons* Wouldn’t that be lovely? :3

Levi: “Jeager, spit them out!”

Eren: *shakes head ‘no’

Levi: “Spit. Them. Out.”

Eren: *shakes head ‘no’*

Levi: “Dammit, Brat! Spit them out right now or so help me god!”

Eren: *ears drop* *opens his mouth and out tumbles Levi’s 3DMG*

Levi: “Don’t you look at me like that. If you think those big green eyes will work on me like they do the rest of them, you’ve got another thing coming! You think this shit’s gonna clean itself?!”

Eren: *curling in on himself, ears drooping* * whimpers*

Levi: “Shut it you overgrown pup, you’ll be cleaning up this mess right after I shove my boot up your scrawny little ass for insubordination.”

-Meanwhile everyone else is completely in awe.

xmenfcfanfic:

Author: Pillow_Bee

Pairing: Cherik

Rating: G

Genre: Humour, Crack, Fluff

Length: Moderate (2k)

Warnings: mpreg, alpha!Erik, omega!Charles, some mutantphobia.

Summary: A video goes viral in the month of January – it is that of a blue-eyed, dark-haired boy, two years old at most, who is being filmed by his Papa while his Daddy jokingly asks him to choose, “Who do you like most, darling, Daddy or Papa?”

After being asked the question several times and failing to give an answer that satisfies both his parents, the two-year-old bursts into tears (naturally).

Mod Comment: This is incredibly sweet and cavity inducing.

Recced by Ang3lsh1. Submitted by Kage.

crow-sizna:

drew Batman and Robins some time ago and didn’t colour it yet (because I’m bad at colouring). Now I tried to colour Damian, it’s not yet finished, still sketchy but I wanted to try something new….

Look at these PRECIOUS LITTLE DARLINGS!!

Look at these PRECIOUS LITTLE DARLINGS!!

i-o-u-a-fall:

“You should smile more often, my friend,” come the words out of thin air.
Erik’s eyes lift from the novel he idly reads in his lap. Charles smiles across the table at him; he stares back blankly. “So you can be satisfied to know that your ridiculous pep-talks don’t fall upon deaf ears?” he retorts dryly. His tone lacks its old harshness, though, and Erik knows it.
So does Charles, which is why he only smiles wider, the comment hardly phasing him, and shrugs a shoulder. “Well, yes, that too.” He shifts in the cafe chair and folds his hands on the table. “I was thinking more on the lines of how your eyes light up when you smile, and your happiness is much more apparent. ” Erik is silently regarding him, but Charles can hear the thoughts swimming in his head. He tosses him some wit to chew on. “That, and smiling is generally more favourable than scowling.”
The metal bender scoffs and closes his book. He rests his arms on the edge of the table, loosely crossed. “I don’t smile to please others, Charles,” he corrects with a wayward gaze.
“No, you don’t,” Charles acknowledges quickly. He dares to move his folded hands closer to Erik’s wrist. “Just to please me.” And here, Xavier grins, because he has just heard the same thing in Lehnsherr’s head; perhaps thought deliberately, though the telepath doubts it, given Erik’s raised brows. Charles cannot bite down the doggish grin on his face.
A dry chortle pushes past Erik’s lips. He looks down at their nearly-touching hands but holds no objection. “It’s annoying when you do that,” he quips, ducking his head and avoiding Charles’ eyes.
The telepath’s grin grows and he has to bite his lip to suppress the joy from wholly breaking out on his face. Then why are you smiling? he thinks, passing the words to Erik, whose attempts to hide his face have clearly failed. To Charles’ delight, it only makes him smile more.

Precious. BABIES.

i-o-u-a-fall:

“You should smile more often, my friend,” come the words out of thin air.

Erik’s eyes lift from the novel he idly reads in his lap. Charles smiles across the table at him; he stares back blankly. “So you can be satisfied to know that your ridiculous pep-talks don’t fall upon deaf ears?” he retorts dryly. His tone lacks its old harshness, though, and Erik knows it.

So does Charles, which is why he only smiles wider, the comment hardly phasing him, and shrugs a shoulder. “Well, yes, that too.” He shifts in the cafe chair and folds his hands on the table. “I was thinking more on the lines of how your eyes light up when you smile, and your happiness is much more apparent. ” Erik is silently regarding him, but Charles can hear the thoughts swimming in his head. He tosses him some wit to chew on. “That, and smiling is generally more favourable than scowling.”

The metal bender scoffs and closes his book. He rests his arms on the edge of the table, loosely crossed. “I don’t smile to please others, Charles,” he corrects with a wayward gaze.

“No, you don’t,” Charles acknowledges quickly. He dares to move his folded hands closer to Erik’s wrist. “Just to please me.” And here, Xavier grins, because he has just heard the same thing in Lehnsherr’s head; perhaps thought deliberately, though the telepath doubts it, given Erik’s raised brows. Charles cannot bite down the doggish grin on his face.

A dry chortle pushes past Erik’s lips. He looks down at their nearly-touching hands but holds no objection. “It’s annoying when you do that,” he quips, ducking his head and avoiding Charles’ eyes.

The telepath’s grin grows and he has to bite his lip to suppress the joy from wholly breaking out on his face. Then why are you smiling? he thinks, passing the words to Erik, whose attempts to hide his face have clearly failed. To Charles’ delight, it only makes him smile more.

Precious. BABIES.