#feeling gay with no apologies <33

[the-kipsabian]

#penelope ford #kip sabian #aew #wrestling #night gifs #my beloved #THEM #feeling gay with no apologies <33 #vampire wife #kip in a box

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stuff that happened in the 2022/2023 football season that should send us into a coma but we’re too desensitized:

1. the whole ass world cup in the middle of the season. what was that

2. manchester united sacking ronaldo and announcing a sale of the club in the middle of the world cup

3. ronaldo getting dropped at the world cup and his replacement scoring a hattrick immediately after

4. keeping up with the belgians (world cup edition)

5. keeping up with the belgians (courtois saying he doesn’t respect kdb after stealing his missus)

6. ronaldo stans beefing with a little moroccan girl

7. the kingdom of saudi arabia buying newcastle united and then telling the premier league that they didn’t and the premier league going “oh okay if you say so”

8. megan thee stallion being romelu lukaku’s date to lautaro martinez’s wedding

9. pique cheating on shakira and then shakira releasing a diss track about it

10. shakira figuring out pique cheated on her because someone ate her strawberry jam and pique doesn’t eat strawberry jam

11. apparently the girl pique cheated on shakira with (clara) cheating on pique with pep

12. wagatha christie libel case

13. real madrid dropping a video accusing barcelona of fascism and the government of cataluyna getting involved

14. the pope coming out as a manchester united fan

15. the one napoli fan that basically made zielinski strip on the pitch

16. mount vesuvius park shutting down because napoli fans wanted to fake an eruption as a celebration

17. frank lampard taking everton into a relegation battle, getting sacked, and then taking chelsea into a relegation battle

18. on that note: chelsea were in a relegation scrap and finished 12th

19. mourinho lost his first ever european final to sevilla europa league black magic

20. whatever the fuck borussia dortmund did on the last day of the bundesliga season

21. anthony martial’s ex wife chasing his first wife down a french motorway with a baby in the passenger seat

22. psg suspending messi because he took an unsanctioned trip to saudi arabia and then unsuspending him two days later because they didn’t want people talking about geopolitics

23. the absolutely bizarre messi apology video released by psg

24. spurs refunding their fans’ tickets after being embarrassing

25. pep’s heartbreak over the fact julia roberts is a manchester united fan

26. chelsea scored one goal in the month of april

27. chelsea and spurs had six managers between them and won one match combined between march and april

28. mourinho fighting anthony taylor after the europa league final

29. milan derby in the ucl for the first time since 2005

30. luis enrique saying he’s cool with the spanish players having sex during the world cup as long as they’re not having orgies

31. luis enrique saying he doesn’t have sex anymore unless his wife wants to

32. man city charged with 115 counts of financial doping and trying to get the barrister in charge disqualified because he’s an arsenal fan

33. mourinho wire-taping himself to catch referees being corrupt

34. ryan reynolds and mac from it’s always sunny in philadelphia buying a football club and that football club getting promoted

35. pele died rip

36. women football awards sponsored by shein and klarna having a category for “male football ally of the year” and it’s just random men that went to one (1) women’s game

37. barcelona negreia case (how do you say calciopoli in catalan?)

38. infantino saying he feels gay, african, like a migrant worker, disabled, arab, and qatari

39. infantino saying he was oppressed as a child because he was ginger and italy is not safe for gingers

40. david alaba’s father in law getting arrested for being one the leaders of a far right group plotting to overthrow the german government

41. richarlison being tumblr’s it girl for a month and then not scoring a goal for the next four

42. juventus being in the middle of another corruption scandal and being docked points because of it

43. two teams getting investigated by the british government for playing football the weekend the queen died

44. gavi getting a yellow card in the first minute of a football match

45. pogba’s brother was arrested by french authorities for being part of a group-organized extortion attempt against pogba

46. richarlison getting a tattoo of neymar’s face and neymar paying him 30k to get it removed

47. iker casillas coming out, puyol implying they had a thing, and both of them retracting it in the most misha collins way possible.

48. sane and mane fight

49. zlatan retired from football

50. barca withholding about 50 million in wages from their players and somehow frenkie still didn’t want to join manchester united

#tp #there’s more but I can’t remember them #manchester united #and others

[regalevansworth]

The butterfly effect🦋

Pairing : Chris Hemsworth x male reader

Summery : Elated and thrilled to be able to start off your career in the fashion world, your first assignment is to help create costumes for superheroes. But this elation brings a sudden change in your life's trajectory when a chance encounter with none other than the Hollywood sensation-slash-hunk Chris Hemsworth transpires.

Warnings/tags : Explicit, SMUT 18+, resolved sexual tension, oral sex, anal sex, age difference (you're in your early 20's and Chris in his actual age), size difference, biting, Choking, dirty talking, manhandling, strength kink, body worshipping, Mature themes.

Word count : 6.3k+

A/N : Serving you, my first Chris Hemsworth fic. Despite being so underrated, CH fandom will live. I mean....who doesn't love our good ol’ Hemsy, right? So, here it is- a hot and spicey Chris Hemsworth smutty fic. I profusely apologize for all my mistakes and errors . Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it as well. And fyi, I envisioned Chris single in this fic. But it doesn't matter so you can pretend otherwise. Other than that, it's a legitimately sexy time. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed. Enjoy <33

Never in a million years would you have thought of getting an oppprtunity like this. For as long as you can remember, fashion has always been a subject of fascination to you. The puzzle of fabric, needle and thread intrigued you so much so that you decided, at a very young age, that you'd be persuing fashion as a career. Your parents held no grudges on your choice of profession. They encouraged you even.

So here you are today, after 4 years of continuous study with utmost diligence and dedication, bagging your first ever job as the wardrobe supervisor of costume department in a 250Million budget movie. Which, also apparently, happens to be a Marvel Studios movie. The next THOR movie. Hence, to your inner superhero geek, it's a cherry on top.

Your interview with the head Costume designer and other production managers was pretty jarring as they encountered you with several complicated aspects of being a wardrobe supervisor. But you proved your worth with practiced ease although feeling a bit self-conscious of having no prior experience. All in all, your wit and knowledge saved the day. And you could tell from the look on their faces that they were pleased with your talent at such young age. But, today comes your first day at work.

Your list of to-do's for Day #1 is surprisingly not as overloaded as you expected. It just consists of a meeting with the whole crew and the director. It goes considerably fine, save for the revelation part where they delegate you the responsibility of supervising Chris Hemsworsth's entire costume fitting process. Thus, you get extra pressure of work on your shoulder. Nevermind that you are not nearly ready to face any of the stars of the movie and it's surely getting on your nerves.

Having been already moved to Australia, the production of the movie is continuing on full swing. It's the 4th day that the crew finally decides to start work on the costumes of the lead characters. As the supervisor of Chris Hemsworth's costume preparation, you, inevitably, have to accompany the rest of the crew (which is funnily of 3 members) to his trailer.

On the way to your destination, you feel the dread of meeting someone like Chris Hemsworth slowly looming upon you. It's no surprise to you that being gay you've always been attracted to particular alpha male like him. Sure, you had a small crush on him like the vast majority of world population, maybe you still do, but it's absolutely pointless, Isn't it? There's no way in hell he's going to notice much less give his undivided attention to some random guy like you. And he's straight.

Mind occupied with these gratuitous thoughts, you don't notice when the group suddenly comes to a halt in front of a wooden door, nameplate shining with the letters C-H-R-I-S H-E-M-S-W-O-R-T-H. You feel sweat slowly pooling at your neck and collarbone. You pull out your handkerchief to dab at the places and hear one of the crew member saying, “Are you okay, Y/N?” You look up at her and try to give your most calm smile, “Yeah, I'm okay”. She nods and waits with the rest of the crews for the knocked door to open.

God! Why am I feeling so nervous? It's nothing. I'm just going for a purely professional meeting with Chris Hemsworth. Big, handsome, hunk of muscles Chris Hemsworth. Nothing else. It's not like I'm gonna rip his shirt off and and worship him on my knees and then bend over for him at the first opportunity. No. I'm fine and I got this.

Realizing how ridiculous you sound, you pull yourself out of your stupid inner rambling and straighten your posture. When the door opens, you take one last deep breath and follow your teammates into the suit. The trailer finely decorated —as a star's trailer should be— but right now you can't focus on anything else but the man in front of you.

Chris Hemsworth stands before all of you in his all broad muscular glory. From the state of his physical appearance you can guess that he has just finished working-out and didn't take a shower after. Maybe he didn't have the time. However, his short dark blonde hair is disheveled and sweat stains forming all over the tight tank top he's wearing. You can see the outline of his chiseled abs through his drenched shirt. Inhumanly broad chest and fine crafted pecs are heaving in time of his heavy breaths. “Good lord” you mumble breathily at the sight of his arms and biceps that are the size of your entire head. Angry veins popping up from all over his biceps to forearms and you just wonder for a moment, how it'd be like to trace them with your tongue.

You immediately shake yourself off before your mind leaps up to dangerous territory and look over at the head designer who's now having a quick chat with Chris Hemsworth. Then, suddenly he turns his head towards you and beckons you closer. You visibly startle but head over to them nonetheless. “And this is Mr. (Y/N) (S/N). He'll be overlooking your entire costume fitting process” Your cheeks immediately flushes at the mention of your name and you try to make out if this whole ‘making acquaintance’ part is necessary as there won't be any business other than professional.

But, when you look up at Hemsworth you see his blue eyes already resting upon you. So blue you sigh inwardly as he steps closer to you and offers a hand, “Hello, mate”. His voice is so deep and resonant that you feel yourself swooning just from that. Clearing your throat, you take his offered hand to shake it and get instantly captivated by how strong and callused they feel against your soft palm. “H-Hello” you somehow croak out, feeling your cheeks and ear burn to the root. But looking up at him, you, for the first time get transfixed by just how handsome he looks up-close. His Bearded chin and jaw, strong-thick neck, and perfectly curved nose signify his classic but exceptional Australian handsomeness.

His eyes are a whole different story, that are now gazing heavily at you. You can feel the heat behind those deep sea blue eyes as an imperceptive wave of emotion flashes over them. There's a sudden fluttering in your stomache and the sensation is so new that the hairs on your neck stand at alert on their own accord as if detecting a danger.

However, the unknown spell is immediately broken when someone from behind Chris clears their throat and beckons the group to start the meeting. As the chatting progresses you start taking notes from each side of their own opinions and giving your own. But every now and then, you catch Chris staring at you from the corner of your eye. But when you try to look back, he turns his head immediately as if he's caught doing something wrong. I must be seeing things you think as you keep your track with the meeting and wonder just why Chris Hemsworth would be giving you the occasional meaningful glances. That's just too stupid and absurd.

By the time the meeting ends, it's already been 1 hour. After calling it a day, your team start to slowly file out of the room. Not wanting to be the last one to leave, you jump up to your feet in a haste and follow the others out of the room. You covertly take a glance over your shoulder to see that Chris is now talking —more like listening— to the head designer. But then his gaze shifts and locks with you for a moment causing you to jump in surprise and turn around instantly. You hurriedly make your way out without managing to trip over.

✯———————✯

It's exactly 6:30 a.m. when Chris' alarm goes off. Groaning sleepily, he shuts off the alarm and sits up. After waking up his first thing to do is to check the day's schedule. Today's list only includes a lot of workout and some interviews then script discussion with Taika and other cast members. Throwing the sheets off of himself, he climbs out of the bed and quickly grabs his towel to take a shower. Turning on the spray, he proceeds to rinse and clean himself.

As he does so, he can't help but shift his mind off to yesterday's events. He'd been notified that the costume team would be on his trailer to discuss some things. Which turned out to be total useless as the team was talented enough to handle things on their own. But he appreciated their concern of his involvement all the same.

But there is one thing from yesterday's occuring that possessed all of his rational thinkings. Well, not a thing but a person. A very beautiful and lovely person at that. (Y/N) (S/N). Yes, that was his name. (Y/N).

The man —more like a boy, he looked pretty young— had a very gorgeous appearance. With his beautiful (s/c) complexion, wavy (h/c) hair, a set of wide (e/c) eyes that he found himself lost in the moment he gazed on them, petal like lips that he knows for a fact that they would feel as soft as they looked. He also had an aristocratic body type. Very slender but sinuous and quite short at height. The sage green cardigan of his attire accentuated his beauty all the more.

Chris is sure he felt quite captivated by the young man and the desire he felt was also quite strong. He didn't feel such attraction towards someone for a very long time and he longs to feel that body beneath him, to hear all the sound he can elicit from him, to feel his heat engulfing him whole.

Not wanting to get hard, Chris quickly pulls himself out of his thoughts and shuts off the shower. Then quickly toweling himself off he wraps the towel around his hips and goes to his suit to get ready for the day.

As expected, the day turns out to be quite uneventful but the meeting with the stars was pretty fun. After excusing himself, Chris makes his way towards his room but stops down shortly when a familiar voice calls out from behind “Mr. Hemsworth!”. Turning around, he catches the sight of the object of his sudden obsession making his way towards him. The young man is looking more delectable today. A cream colored hoodie accompanied with jeans making his appearance just as lovely. He's also wearing rounded glasses today which makes him look rather endearing as they highlighted his doe-like eyes and made them appear even bigger.

You stop Infront of him with a clipboard in your hand, allowing him to take in the scent of your cologne —fresh, and mouth watering sweet. He feels desire pooling in his stomache just being near you again. Having remembered you called him out for some reason, he smiles kindly, “Yes?”. His smile broadens when he sees a high blush rising on your cheeks and going down your neck to disappear under the collar of your hoodie, fully aware of the affect he has on you. You clear your throat and look down on the clipboard, “umm...ahem.....I’m just....here to inform you that we'll be taking measurement of your...umm...body...for your costumes so the team will be in your room in about an hour”. The full time you spoke, your gaze were anywhere but on him.

On the other hand, Chris was mentally devouring you the entire time of your forced rambling and without thinking, he blurts out, “will you be there?” He could've kicked himself for asking you that but the dumbstruck look on your lovely scarlet face, lips parted, eyed widened makes it million times worth it. But he immediately straightens up to make the conversation look professional. You peer up at him from beneath your lashes— a sight Chris is committing to memory— and nod, whispering, “Yes, I'll be there. It's under my supervision”. “Cool. I'll see you there, mate” comes Chris's jovial reply and because he can't help it and he really wants to touch you somehow, he grasps the exposed skin of your neck, squeezing it a bit.

Hand lingering there for a moment, He hesitantly retracts it but the softness of your skin on his rough palm left him craving for more. Images of him trailing kisses down your neck and leaving marks on the smooth expanse flashes through his mind and before he loses his composure, he flashes a wide smile and abruptly turns on his heels before striding away.

You stand there, shaking, eyes wide like saucers. The unexpected touch having made your rational thinkings go hayware. Head spinning thousand miles per second from the feel of his solid grip on your neck. Goosebumps still fresh on your entire body as you feel pulse throbbing on the side of your neck where moments ago his veiny hand rested.

How it'd feel to have those hands roaming all over your smaller frame? Holding you down as he pounds you onto the mattress? He could easily fit both of his huge palms around your hips

You shiver at the thoughts and immediately snap out of your reverie. Still blushing like a lovestruck teenager, you make your way towards the costume department's office, the interaction still fresh on your mind. Chris Hemsworth smiling at you, touching you. The same fluttering sensation returns like a thousand butterflies roaming around your belly. You shake your head again,. He isn't into you, you moron! He's just being friendly. Yes, he's just being his usual cheery self. Stop thinking otherwise. And Chris Hemsworth isn't gay for god's sake!! You mentally chide yourself, slapping at the back of your head once and twice.

It isn't untill one hour passes that you prepare for the impending visit to Chris Hemsworth. Just when you're about to gather your team, one of them walks up to you with an apologetic expression and you immediately know this isn't going to end up to your liking. “Hey, uh, (M/N), sorry to bother you but the other guys will be busy for next some hours with you know, set props and stuff. So, you'll have to take the measurements of Mr. Hemsworth alone” He rushes to explain again when he sees the shocked look on your face, “It's nothing difficult, really. You know how it's done, right?” You take a moment to collect yourself and nod unsurely. “Great! Good luck” He pats you on the back and hurries away.

“Shit” comes the first thing from your mouth and you know that you're gloriously fucked. But you also know that despite your current predicament, this work has to be done as soon as possible otherwise the pressure will grow on everyone. So, after releasing a long defeated sigh, you grab your things and head out. On your way, you pray to whatever higher power is up there to shorten your time alone with Chris Hemsworth and save you from the ultimate embarrassment.

Chris has just finished doing some light push-ups and weight-lifting knowing that it'll help broadening his muscles to make his body susceptible to perfect measurement. Just as he is about to grab a towel and clean the slight sheen of persiperation off his body, there comes a knock to the door. Musing it'll be the costume team, he walks over to the door, shirtless, and pulls it open. There, fidgeting like a nervous teenager, stands (M/N). But when those alluring eyes fall upon him, they widen almost comically. Never being able to focus on one thing, they shift from his face to his chest, abs, arm and every inch of his naked skin. He can't help but smile smugly at that.

Chris then sees you gulping visibly before looking up, face flushed so prettily and for the first time Chris wonders if you are a virgin. “Hey mate, I was waiting for you, come on in.” He moves aside to let you in. Seeing it just you, he asks, “You, uh, alone?” You nod, obviously more than nervous.

After an awkward amount of moment passes, you pull out the measurement tape from your back pocket and look up at him expectantly, “Shall we begin?”. He smiles, adjusting the ball cap he's wearing, “Sure, let me just clean off the sweat. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable” You nod and set down the notpads on the near table. After some moments, Chris comes out of his bedroom looking slightly fresh but the evidence of his chore is still fresh on his bronzed skin.

Unrolling the tape, you move closer to him and a wave of musky scent of sweat and ozone mixed with faint spicy cologne hits your nostrils. The man radiates musculinity and of pure testosterone which is practically overwhelming your senses, making your knees buckle. Trying to calm yourself down, you proceed.

Placing the metallic tip of the tape on his right shoulder, you measure out the length of his arm and then doing the same to his left arm. Following the same procedure you measure out the length of his upper body. Jotting down the numbers after immediately everytime.

Then you move to meter the width of his neck and collar and by the close promiximity you can now feel his hot breath down the side of your neck. Can feel his eyes boring onto the same spot and the delicious heat wafting off of him. You quickly dislodge yourself and move around to measure the width of his muscular shoulders, impressive at that. His eyes trailing your every movement. Gulping nervously, you shuffle around untill you get the measurement of his biceps, forearms and chest, eyes widening from the sheer size of them.

When it is time to get the measurement of his waist and lower body, you begrudgingly have to get down on your knees which seems to be only convenient.

Chris silently observes you getting down on your knees. The sight already having made his blood rushing south, cock thickening inside his shorts. He can feel your breath coming in contact with his crotch even with the barrier of thin fabric when you circle the tape around his waist. He is having an absolute hard time stiffling his groans. Multitude of lewd, pornographic images flashes through his mind, each one dirtier than the other.

You can clearly see the tan line on Chris's skin from where you're crouching in front of him. His low hanging shorts doing nothing to hide the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband nor the obvious swell of of a prominant bulge. You swallow thickly realizing you're eye to eye with Chris Hemsworth's very clothed manhood and how easy it'd be to just tug the ridiculous pair of shorts down and choke yourself on his huge Australian cock.

Chris is also having a hard time restraining himself to just smash your pretty face onto his crotch, fingers twitching from the effort. But when you look up at him suddenly with your wide (e/c) eyes and parted lips, he loses all the battles against his lust.

He picks you up in a flash. Ignoring your yelp of surprise, he smashes your lips together. The force of his kiss almost knocks you off balance. But you pull yourself together from the utter shock and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his huge arms around your waist and tugs yourself close even though there is not an ounce of space left between you, chests flush together. You try to kiss back as much as possible but you feel already delirious, mind hazy.

He eagerly sucks on your bottom lip. You moan in pleasure, making him groan and deepen the kiss. Soon his thick tongue seeks entrance to your mouth which you are very happy to comply. He licks the inside of your mouth, groaning from the taste. Tongues enterwining, you both lose yourself in the act. He bites your bottom lip and you whimper in response. His tongue is warm and heavy in your mouth, so as his body against yours.

He soon breaks the kiss and reluctantly pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. Both of your breath became heavier by now and he looks at you so intensely that you, feeling somewhat scrutinized, look down with your hands still clutching both of his meaty shoulders. Curling a finger under your chin, he tilts your head up and you notice for the first time, that his eyes are completely blown away, the blues of his orbs are blackened by what can be called as raw hunger. You can't help the shiver that wracks down your spine.

Wordlessly, he slowly backs you up against the nearest wall and once more kisses you so passionately as if trying to devour you. Involuntary tears gather at the corner of your eyes from the light suffocation. If it wasn't for him, you never would've known that kisses can be this much pleasurable to bring you to hardness in an instant.

Chris absolutely loves the taste of your mouth as he licks around every cravice. Your heavenly moans and whimpers going straight to his already engorged cock as it's leaking a steady stream of precome inside his boxers. He wants to hear you more, the sounds he can emit from your sinful lips as he makes you his. With this single thought in his minds, he pecks you on the lips one last time and slowly descends down the long column of your neck.

He takes a whiff from the juncture of your neck and shoulder before pressing his tongue flat on the skin. “You smell so good” he purrs in a husky tone and starts to suckle on your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your skin. You bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from making any more embarrassing noises. But he's just making it so hard from his slow ministrations.

Feeling restless and too worked up, you slowly start to roam your palms around his strong back. Both your hands don't even come together from the wideness of his upper back. As he feasts upon your neck, you rake your nails on his sweaty scalp, making him groan into your skin. So far, you are completely ignorant about how things escalated since you step into his trailer. You just simply can't bring yourself to care.

Chris tugs at the hem of your hoodie, a silent indication for you to remove it. You comply without any question and as soon as it comes off, his touches become more bolder. Pressing both of your naked chests together, he kisses and nips at your collarbone, lavs at the dip of your clavicle all the while letting his teeth graze at the soft skin. He follows the same movement on your throat and jaw before taking your earlobe between his teeth and gently bites down. You whine at the sensation as he kisses behind your ear and issues one demand, “I want you”.

That's the moment you know you are utterly and entirely his to do anything with and you don't even try to hold back the Yes that leaves your mouth in a whine.

At your permission, he settles both of his large hands on your hips and marvles at how they engulf the entirety of your narrow waist. Still kissing, he sneaks his hands down your waist to rest them on your ass before squeezing both cheeks roughly that has you moaning in his mouth.

At some point, Chris aligns both your hips together and thrusts forward and your eyes immediately roll back from the hard press of his large bulge against your own erection. Yes, he is going to split you open and you will absolutely let him.

But first, you need to worship the Greek god in front of you. Trace each dip and swell of his muscles with your tongue, have that heavy cock down your throat and then let him wreck you however he wants.

Mind made up, you try and push him away to make enough room. He looks at you with a puzzled expression and then slowly realization dawns on him, perhaps your needy expression gave you away. But you can only care less as he grins and let his hands fall at his sides.

Having enough space, you move forward to press a shy kiss on top of his left pec. The muscle feeling hard on your lips as a low groan leaves from the person above you. Pleased with his reaction, you grow more confident with your touches and shower open mouthed kisses along every inch of his tanned skin, tongue darting out to chase the salty taste of his sweat leaving a wet trail of saliva in it's wake.

While your mouth is busy worshipping his glorious abs, your hands roam on his strong biceps and equally dense triceps. You can hear him panting lightly as his hands gently pushing down on your shoulders to get you on your knees.

Your knees gently hits the soft carpet and you look up at him wide wide eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Chris curses at the sight of you and combs his rough, thick fingers through your soft locks and buries your face in his crotch. You grip at his strong thighs for support and inhale his strong musky scent, making you moan and leak inside your boxers.

He's so hard and the press of his hard, long and thick cock against your cheek feels every bit the exciting and terrifying. You can feel the heat of his members even through the fabric of his shorts as you mouth at his covered shaft hungrily.

“Fuck baby, c'mon. Pull it out. I wanna feel your pretty lips wrapped around me”, rasps the man in his deep Australian accent, making you bite your lip from moaning out loud.

You scramble to obey him and tug his already unlaced shorts down to his thighs. And immediately, his engorged erection springs free and slaps you across the cheek. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you as you take in the size of Chris Hemsworth's beast of a cock.

It's long and as thick as your wrist, the tip is swollen and an angry shade of red with precum beading at the slit, veins running around the shaft and a thick vein at the underside, a nice thatch of dark blonde pubic hair at the base. So big. You drool at the thought of having it in your mouth and look down to spot his heavy looking balls that are not surprisingly also large, hanging between his thighs. They look so full, I wonder how much cum they can produce. You think in awe.

In no time, Chris grips your soft (h/c) locks and tugs you forward. You comply happily and wrap your lips around the thick spongey head. Throwing his head back, Chris groans at the feel of your soft lips on his sensitive glans. So hot and wet.

Pleased with his response, you press your tongue flat on the slit and lick up all the salty-sweet precum constantly dripping from his cock. The taste is strongly exquisite and you double down your effort to taste it more. Swirling your tongue expertly around the head, you try to take him deeper all the while gripping his strong thighs for support.

Chris watches is amazement as you continue to deep-throat him. Occasional low grunts leaving his lips as you bob your head up and down on his thick shaft. Spit and drool covering your chin as you gag and choke on his length. Chris swears at your relentless pace on sucking his cock. Even if you can't take him all the way down to your throat, you compensate with wrapping both hands around the missed portion. Jerking in time of your head movement.

You can feel Chris' thighs shaking as he presses one palm on the wall behind you and you realize that he is close. Moaning loudly around his cock, you continue faster than before and with both hands on his hips, you urge him to fuck your face. Chris immediately starts thrusting inside your warm mouth, a litany of curses falling from his lips.

You choke everytime the tip bumps the back of your throat but you don't give him any sign to stop. Drool making his cock shiny and slick as it travels down the base of his cock onto his heavy hanging balls. Wet slurping and gagging noises fill the room along with Chris Hemsworth's groans of pleasure.

“Fuck baby, I'm close. You want my cum?” Chris groans out between heavy pants as he looks down to see you looking pleadingly up at him.

“Mmm” is all you can say with your mouth full of his incredible cock but it's all he needed to hear before urgently thrusting a couple of more times and finally you can feel the warm rush of Chris Hemsworth's cum on your tongue. The taste of his sweet and salty seed in your mouth coaxing you to moan in delight as you swallow every single drop.

After he stops coming, you pull out his cock from your mouth with an audible pop and lick the remnants off of it. Looking up at him through your lashes as you press your tongue on the slit and wrapping your lips around it to give it a fierce suck to draw out any left behind, already hungry for more.

Chris watches with lidded eyes as his lustful gaze travels all over your body, blown wide pupils zeroing on your face. Cheeks flushed, eyes puffy and glistening, lips parted around his already hardening cock, chin covered in drool and cum, hair in a tangled mess. You're the perfect picture of debauchery and he can't waste anymore time.

With a hungry growl, he picks you up from the floor. Strong hands gripping the underside of your thighs to hoist you up in his arms. Taking the cue, you throw your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, lips on every inch of your neck, his coarse beard a delicious friction on your soft skin.

Once reaching the pristinely decorated room, Chris deposites you on the bed, promptly climbing on top of you and claiming your lips once more in a heated kiss. It doesn't take long for him to slide his lips and tongue down your jaw to hungrily mouth on your neck. You can't keep the whimpers of pleasure that leave you parted lips which seems to encourage him to continue with his ministrations.

One hand fisting on the sheets and other entangled in Chris' dirty blonde hair, you arch upward with a high pitched moan as he latches his lips onto one of your nipple. Biting and rolling the hardened nub between his teeth before gently tugging and blowing on it has you writhing in his hold.

“P-please”

“Please what, baby?” Chris growls around your other nipple. You shake your head, tears of sweet torture skipping down the side of your face.

Raising up on his forearms Chris grabs ahold of your face and leans down to whisper hotly, “I want you to say it”

“P-please t-touch me” cheeks aflame, you breath out. Chris smirks but complies. Sneaking his hands past your stomach to unbutton your jeans, tugging them down along with your boxers. His hand immediately wraps around your aching flesh, completely engulfed in his big, sturdy hand. Your eyes flutters shut as a long moan escapes your throat, Chris immediately swallowing it down by pressing his mouth to yours.

With his sure hand stroking up and down your cock, you find yourself running your hands all over his sun kissed muscular body. You can't get enough of off him. The way he dominates you, makes you feel good and the way he overwhelms you with his equally overwhelming figure is something you're sure you'll never find anywhere else again. He completely ruined you—ruining you—for any other man.

It takes a while for you to register that his other hand that wasn't occupied are now busy between you parted thighs. One thick finger prodding at your entrance, making you jolt up in surprise. “L-lube” you choke out, knowing that his big digits won't be comfortable for a dry intrusion and you want this as painless as possible. But the thought appears unconvincing as you watch Chris nod with a smile and gets up to retrieve lube from drawer, his big cock bobbing and swaying with his movements.

Chris returns with a small container of lube in his hand, squirting a generous amount on his digits before coating them nicely and dropping the container on the sheets.

“Relax. Let me loosen you up, hmm?” Chris says with his deep voice that immediately soothes you, allowing you to take a deep breath as the first finger approaches you. Chris rhythmically thrusts his index finger inside you and the initial discomfort fades away as you listen to him saying, “You're doing so good baby. Such a good boy, getting ready for my cock”

Hearing Chris saying those things to you doubles your pleasure but it compare to when his finger hit that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl and back arch, silent scream erupting from your throat, eyes wide from the sheer intensity of it.

Chris has a triumphant expression on his face as he thrusts on that spot repeatedly. And before you know, three of Chris' fingers are inside your ass, loosening your walls. Chris watched you as a string of pleas fall from your lips and he knows that you're close.

Suddenly, Chris pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss and the emptiness. Chris chuckles, “Don't worry baby. I'll fill you up with something much better”.

With that, you watch as he drops a generous amount of lube in his palm and coats his large flesh with the substance. Chris shuffles closer, pressing the tip to your entrance as he looks at you for permission. You nod without hesitation, aching to be filled with his monstrous cock.

As the fat head of his cock pushes past the ring of your muscle, you already find yourself breathless. Winding your arms around his neck, you encourage him to go on. And he does. Chris pushes the entirety of his large manhood inside you tight channel with one long thrust. “Fuck” Chris grunts from how tightly your walls are gripping his cock “You're so fucking tight”

Meanwhile, an actual scream erupts from your throat as you feel him reaching so deep inside of you, at the same time stretching you so wide. The pain and pleasure making your senses go haywire as a sob rips from your core.

“You're so- so big”

Chris can't response. Not when he feels this good. He can already feel the tingling in his balls, already churning and filling up with cum. He can no longer hold back. He needs to move. To pound into your tight- sweet ass till both of you can't remember your names.

“Fuck, baby. I need to move. Can I move?” Chris grits out, muscles straining from the effort of holding back.

Overwhelmed yourself, you lock your ankles behind his back and can only nod. But thankfully Chris notices as a sigh of relief leaves his lips. It soon changes into a look of determination as he pulls back till only the tip is inside before slamming back in with full force.

It jolts you from you position but soon after Chris' hand grabs your hips in a tight grip and his powerful hips starts thrusting without inhibition. It's like a dam has been broken the way Chris delivers each of his thrusts. Both of you are a moaning and groaning mess.

Chris hits every right spot inside you that makes you toe curl. You watch transfixed as his powerful body collides with your much smaller and petite one. Every single muscle in his body looks on overdrive with each snap of his hips. Sweat sprouting on his forehead, some of it gathering between the slope of his pecs making it glisten in daylight. Every fibre of muscle in his biceps bulging with how tightly he's grabbing your hips, sure to leave marks in it's wake. His abs also glistening from sweat, tightening with tension as a few drops gathering on his dark blonde pubes. In this moment of passion, you realize you have never seen a man so handsome, masculine and equally beautiful in you life. And said man is now giving you the wildest ride of your life.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good”

Your response in only a choked moan. But you somehow manage to let out, “Harder, Chris. Please, harder”

“Yeah? You want me to go hard, baby?”

Again, you can only nod. But Chris grants you wishes. With one swift movement, he flips you onto your stomach. Roughly pulling your ass up and smashing your face onto the pillow, he slides back in. Every inch of his glorious cock and starts to pound harder than ever.

You bite onto the pillow to muffle your sounds but Chris leans down and grabs you chin, murmuring in you ear, “Don't cover your sounds. I want to hear them. I want to hear you scream my name baby”

With that, he pulls his cock back slowly, letting you feel the delicious drag of cock inside of you before snapping back in and immediately hitting your prostate. Your eyes snap open as he makes you scream as promised, “Nnghh!!!Chris!!!”

After that, Chris doesn't relent. He jabs at your prostate with his cock mercilessly. His heavy balls slapping against your ass as he thrusts from behind and you push your ass back in time of his thrusts to meet him halfway. Yes yes please please Chris words fall from your lips like mantra.

“Yeah? You like that? You like my big cock inside your sweet ass?”

“Yes yes” you nod your head frantically

“Tell me how much you like my big fat cock”

“So much. Please”

“Yeah? And what do you want?”

“I want— oh yes —I want your cum”

“Fuck”

Chris again flips you onto your back. Pushing back in and setting up his rhythmic thrusts, he leans down and starts sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder. By the time both of your breath becomes heavier and pants starts to grow louder, you can't hold back anymore. Without even touching, your cock is ready to explode.

“C-Chris, I'm coming”

“Shit, baby. Me too. Cum with me”

And with one last precise thrust that hits you right in your sweet spot you're coming all over yourself. Cum landing on your stomach and pooling on your lower belly.

At the same time, Chris lets out a low growl and comes inside you in long spurts. You can feels his hot seed coating your inner walls, painting them white. There's so much of it that it starts to leak around his cock, still deep inside you. Your cock gives a weak little twitch from the sensation and then Chris collapses right on top of you. Your lithe body squished beneath his sweaty bulky one.

“That was fucking amazing” Chris breathes out, face buried in your neck.

“Yes. I loved it” you giggle, looping your arms around his shoulders and stroking his sweat drenched hair.

Chris looks up at you and grins. Dorky and satisfied. “Shower?”

You nod shyly. Chris tugs you up by the wrist and guides you towards the end suite bathroom.

On the way there Chris slaps one of your ass cheeks and smirks suggestively down at you. “Next time, I'm eating this out before doing anything else”

You feel your cheeks boil as he laughs his famous booming laughter. But neither you can contain the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

Next time

A/N (2) : phew! At last. I'm sorry guys this fic is too much lengthy. I always feel the need to explain every single situation in my fics also very prolonged and detailed smut. And honestly it's so much tiring and mentally strenuous as fuck. So I swore to myself that I'm going to keep my thought process at minimum from now on. On second note, I don't know shit about a movie's costume making process, i just made the whole thing up. Guilty. Again, I'm sorry if the story longivity bothers you guys, I'm trying my best. See y'all soon with another of my groundbreaking fic Lol ;P

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[prismuffin]

Could I get a Bat boys (Only Dick, Jason and Tim, NO DAMIAN) react to, M Reader agreeing to be their frist gay kiss??! I'm so so sorry if it's hard to understand! I'll do more context!

So basically, each batboy has thought about the possibility of them liking guys, but never were too sure how to actually test the theory. : )

So the batboy asks M Reader if they could kiss, to see if they would like it. Spoiler alert they all do, the one kiss slowly turning into more of a steamy make out.

Batboys separately of course!!

Thanks in advance, ly ur blog!

Told you I gotchu anon <33 anyways I think that-

Dick would probably have been dwelling on the idea of him liking guys for a while. He knew you open only liked guys yourself so he naturally went to you first. You saw this moment coming since the day he asked you how you knew you liked guys. So when he asked if he could try kissing you to see if he likes it you weren’t shocked. You didn’t mind as it was simply a kiss so you agreed. He was nervous for sure but decided to just get it over with and kiss you. It was longer than a peck but not by much and afterwards he found himself leaning back in for more, hands finding their way on your face. The kiss soon got more heated and he couldn’t really complain. I guess it’s obvious how he feels about men now.

Jason would probably be stuck between paying for male services or facing the embarrassing conversation of asking you for help with this predicament. In the end he ends up going to you, apologizing for the insane proposition he just placed upon your shoulders. You tell him it’s fine and that you’d be down to help. He’s a little nervous but doesn’t let it show at all. He takes things slow, giving you all the time you need to back out of this. Even when he’s inches away from your lips he asks again if you’re truly ok with this. You tell him to stop stalling and hurry up. When he first kisses you he finds himself getting lost in the action, almost immediately pulling you closer as if it was instinct. The kiss lasts fairly long before he pulls away, a small smirk slowly growing on his face as he leans back in. The second kiss was immediately steamier than the last, in fact it almost feels needy in a way and the thought of that is tempting.

Tim was extremely nervous when it came to coming to terms with liking guys. You liked guys so he looked to you for information on how to handle it, and if he was sure he even liked them in the first place. You calmed him down and told him that he should experience being with a guy first hand since he couldn’t make up his mind as is. He found the advice to be helpful only he wasn’t sure who to try it with. I mean, obviously you’re there but would that be offensive? He’s unsure, in the end he just decides to straight up ask you for help again. He’s genuinely shocked when you agree to help him but also very excited. He’s nervous to kiss you and it shows, you calm him down as best you can. You let him take the lead as to not overwhelm him, which he appreciates and when he’s ready he starts to lean in. The kiss is soft at first and lasts a decent amount of time. When he pulls back he hesitantly asks if he can do it again and you only chuckle before leaning in again. The second kiss is much firmer, greedier, and he can’t stop the groan that escapes his throat. He’s embarrassed by the sound but is far too distracted to stop.

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[its-tea-time-darling]

things i did NOT like about shadow and bone (netflix):

the darkling looks Old. he's supposed to look the same age as all the other main protagonists. this highlights alina's future of staying the same & young where everyone around her dies. it also blurs the line between good and evil more bc 'oh he's the older bad guy' is just such an easy solve. also while ben barnes is a snack imo the darkling was supposed to have a more alluring, youthful magnetism.

making genya's scars barely a few scratches. she's supposed to objectively have lost her former self perfected beauty!!! this is a thing!!! she doesn't just have some deep scars, she's supposed to look hideous at first sight, where is show adaptation teams' courage to show characters that are supposed to be mutilated as just that???? i promise audiences can survive on literally everyone else on the cast being very stereotypically pretty/handsome 🙄🙄🙄🙄

changing wesper's storyline so that they had a one night stand before canon sets in??? what kind of bullshit is that??? fucking robbing me of the "just girls?" -"not just girls" gay ANgST will they won't they, does jesper like him too, will they ever - BAM. KISS. !!!!!!! succession??? making wylan cute and awkward does NOT compensate their book storyline At All what were those show writers thinking??? 😭😭

this one i will forgive but i still rly liked it in the books so im a tad sad they didn't manage to include it: that alina has a time where she thinks she is morozova's second daughter's descendant. in many respects she has learned she is Special, and the shame she feels when she realizes this isn't another one of these cases, this isn't a way to finally show her A Path, that in this respect she is ordinary and mal is tied to fate that way, that's just such a good touch.

malina going seperate ways. what happened to "they had an ordinary life full of ordinary things--if love can ever be called that."????? "choice is true north" my ASS 😤😤😤😤 malina have always been in love and will always be in love idc abt the firebird amplifier thing that was just sth they had to do they've always been people and they've always loved each other there is no way around it

things i DID like about shadow and bone (netflix)

david and genya. specifically the delivery of the lines "I … I don’t understand half of what goes on around me. I don’t get jokes or sunsets or poetry, but I know metal. Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what’s inside you? That’s steel. It’s brave and unbreakable. And it doesn’t need fixing. You don't need fixing."

genya telling the queen how she poisoned the king, and genya spitting at nikolai how his apologies are of no use and that he needs to prove a better king. generally just genya. 💞

nikolai sending his mother away + what he says to her.

all the malina flashbacks to the meadow <33

malina last night together 😳😳 they love each other sm!!!!!

the scene at morozova's home. baghra sharing her past, all the reveals happening there, and of course the darkling weeping over his mother's body. "know that i loved you. know that it wasn't enough." like OkAY.

sankta neyar's speech. so deeply touching, and doesn't just apply to immortals but to all of us who have been hurt and suffered loss before.

the darkling begging alina to let him be her monster. A+ delivery.

"How will you have me? Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch? I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all." generally the entirety of kanej in this show. inej's hallucination. the mirroring to the last scene. breathtaking showstopping flawless.

little rabbit.

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[wanderingconstellations]

“Your eyes. They remind me . . . of the stars„

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ABOUT THE WANDERER . . .

yua! 2/25. she/her. infp. height? 4'8. absolutely adores scara. writes mostly smut. asian. turning 20 next year, sighs. adores and an absolute fanatic of books, writing, art, music and dancing 🫶

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I just want to mention how I mostly do smut and dark content but I won't deny of doing fluff or any angst either! All u gotta do is just ask!

My schedule occasionally gets crowded, which leaves writing not able to fit in. I apologize if I just go silent dead for the next few weeks or days. I'm a living being and also have to keep up with my academics.

Don't come at me saying why I do female reader when I write smut, it's because I'm a female myself and I'm just doing what's comfortable with me. If you don't like my work, just block or ignore it, it's not that hard.

There's rare times where I actually do non con. I don't do non con all the time since I know that most people are going to feel uncomfortable with it.

I usually don't warn whether in my writings whether they're non con or what kinks are in it. Please, just kindly ask me to add tags and I'll do it.

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[intheholler]

reading an article for a class (appalachian studies) and i kept being reminded of u

https://www.guernicamag.com/lost-in-a-misgendered-appalachia/

[positive] [with no foul intent] [its a good article]

i have read this article a few times since you sent it in and i still don't exactly know how to express my thoughts on it.

first: amen

second: yall literally have no idea how it makes me feel when you say somethin appalachian-related reminded yall of me. for real <3333

third: time to get long winded and sentimental, because i've never considered it this way, but it's so true. when i think of appalachia, i dont think about lifted trucks and gun shows.

i think about my badass grandma who was a fiery divorced, sex-positive, weed smoking, unapologetic feminist in her day and who didn't take no shit from no mountain men.

i think about my gospel loving, soft spoken mama who loudly loved jesus, a woman anyone would write off as an average "southern christian white lady" on the surface. how she didn't bat an eye when i nervously told her i was gay as a preteen. i think about how she hugged me and told me how much she loved me, how not everyone was gonna be nice about it or understand but that i was going to be safe and it was gonna be okay. how when i was a kid she stood up to that fire n brimstone southern baptist preacher and got us the fuck out of there.

i think about one of my best friends in high school, a visibly queer butch lesbian in our tiny bible beating western NC town. how fucking brave and cool she was for being one of maybe three "out" queers at school and so visibly queer at that. i think about how she got married to a pretty girl last year in that same town.

i think about two of my close friends who had to grow up so heartbreakingly fast, a pair of sisters who were at the time so young but selflessly spent their free time caring for their terminally ill mother by themselves up in their lonely holler without ever lodging a complaint

i think about my sister who dropped everything to raise me when she was only 23, breaking her back and making shit work because no one else was gonna make it work for us. i think about how one of my great aunts literally cleaned out her bedroom to furnish mine when she learned i was sleepin on a shitty couch in a cold basement.

i think about my other great aunt who apologizes for absolutely no part of who she was and holds fast to her beliefs no matter what. i think about her filling her house with the warm smell of soup beans and biscuits that were gonna feed the whole family when they come later.

when i think about appalachia, i think about the women in my life. appalachia is divine and it is absolutely divinely feminine. it's the heart of these hills and patriarchy taints it like it does everything fuckin else.

as an aside, i really loved this section here. it was kind of empowering:

Despite our region’s diversity and passionate socialist and pro-union roots, many have bought into the capitalist terms and definitions inflicted upon us. The religiosity of the place exacerbates this messaging, and the prevalence of evangelical Christianity in rural hollers means we often internalize toxic ideas about ourselves. Or perhaps we have simply tired of fighting to be seen. The pressure of religious and economic patriarchy, particularly in an exploited region like this one, means we live inside a perpetually loaded question. Nothing is more exhausting than trying to prove you exist. But the consequences of surrendering are stark: worsening wealth gaps, lost histories, continued erasures of diverse people and ecosystems. To live in Appalachia nowadays is to live with our failure to break down systemic racism, and with our complicity in the abuse of our bodies, labor, and land by unregulated corporations and himbo charlatans.

whew, okay. anyway, thanks for sending this in <33 it really made me think. yall should check it out. it's a long read but its worth every syllable!

#asks #appalachian culture #appalachia #txt

[sammy-is-not-smiley]

can you make an enemies to lovers with robin x reader <33

You're You

Robin Buckley X fem!reader

Summary: You think Robin hates you, and you're jealous of her being with Steve. Both of you with pent-up frustrations, an argument was bound to happen... But you never expected it to go like this.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings/tags: Super angsty, frustrated gays, short steamy make-out, no smut, use of (y/n), language

A/N: I hope this doesn't feel too all over the place lol thanks to my bestie @itsreallydumb for the enemies to lovers help. Bless u 😅 And thank you for the request anon!

The Hawkins home team lost, and while in their home football field nonetheless. Everyone was bummed out, especially after the whole marching band knocked it out of the park that night. It had surprised you how well you all managed to get your act together when prep had felt so chaotic. But you did, and the team losing had dampened the mood. So, in an effort to bring the mood up, everyone decided to go as a group to the new ice cream stand next to the park.

You changed clothes and carpooled with some friends, all of you buzzing with the adrenaline of the night. Before you knew it, you were standing in line for ice cream behind none other than Robin Buckley. Once you realized that, you prayed she wouldn't turn around and see you were the one behind her.

Yes, you were in the same band group, but she only ever threw you heavy glares when you met eyes. It always made you turn away. You would never admit it, but deep down she intimidated you, all with her dumb pretty eyes and stupid beaming smiles. The guy she was with, not so much. Steve was a dork, but you intended to keep your distance from him as well. They seemed happy together. The last thing you wanted was to cause tension in their relationship somehow. Sure, they never announced any relationship, but you got a certain vibe from them.

Pining felt like an understatement when it came to Robin. You never understood why she glared at you, but somehow you still found yourself falling for her. You loved her sense of style and she wasn't half bad at trumpet. You could pick out her laugh in a crowd, always giving you a boost when you heard it. You adored listening to her ramble on in class when she would present a project too. She seemed to do no wrong… except seem to hate you.

In the tiny town of Hawkins, it felt wrong looking at another girl in that way, especially one that didn't like you. But now in senior year of high school, the truth slowly wasn't feeling so wrong. That was until you saw her with Steve so often all of a sudden. Now it felt hopeless… and it made you more jealous than you thought you could get. Angry in fact. While the attraction was still undeniable, it was easier to let her ignore you if you told yourself you were mad at her.

You were pulled from your thoughts as Robin and Steve received their orders. With their leave, you stepped up to the window, tightening the flannel around your waist, and gave your order. Something in a small cup, nothing too big. You didn't want to oversleep the next morning due to sugar coma.

Once you paid and got your order, you began walking over to find the few people in band you got along with the most. Weaving through the small crowd around the stand, you searched until you spotted them over at a picnic table already. You picked up your pace. Out of nowhere, you were cut off by someone whirling around, catching you by surprise and slamming into your chest.

You immediately felt the cold ooze of freezing cold ice cream down your t-shirt and you stumbled back. Your eyes trailed up to see Robin standing just as flabbergasted as you, strawberry ice cream dripping even more so down her shirt. She had changed out of her band uniform and into a white blouse… Now with an added pink splotch right in the center.

Your hand came up in apology. "Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

Robin only grimaced down at her shirt. "Ah, it's uh… Fine," She leaned over and tossed her now empty and crushed ice cream cup into the trash. "Either of you have napkins on you?" She glanced back and forth between you and Steve, her hands pulling at the hem of her shirt.

You both shook your heads, yours much more frantic than Steve's. "They have some bathrooms around back though," You offered. "They probably have paper towels."

She simply nodded and began to stride to the back of the small ice cream stand. You glanced around, from your cup, to your slightly soiled shirt, and then to Steve. Without asking, you put your ice cream in his free hand and dashed to follow Robin. "Woah, hey, I don't-" He tried to argue, but you were gone before he could get any further.

As Robin walked in the bathroom you caught the door behind her, slipping in with her. The bathroom was a single room.

Paper towels ripped and the faucet turned on as Robin began to soak a wad of towels in water. She didn't look at you from the mirror, so you stood awkwardly by the door. What were you supposed to do now? What exactly had been your plan here?

You fumbled anxiously with your hands. "I'm sorry… again," You muttered. She still didn't look at you as she wiped and dabbed at her shirt. The spot looked to be getting bigger. "I can buy you another ice cream?" Once again, no response.

A wave of heat rose up from your gut and your brow came together in annoyance. Why was she ignoring you even now? You were trying to help her.

Eventually she growled and tossed the wet paper towels on the floor with a splat. "Why'd you have to ruin this for me too?" She snapped, aggressively getting more towels from the dispenser.

Your head snaked back in offense. "Too? Look, I've been nothing but nice to you, okay? The least you could do is cut me some slack here."

Robin stopped and looked at you, flames in her eyes. "Nothing but nice? Then why'd you write that note about me?"

You paused a moment, confused. "What note? When?"

"Earlier this year you wrote a dumb note to your buddy Erik about… Like about how I probably had a crusty crotch that smelled like fish?" Her face contorted into disdain as she wildly gestured fresh paper towels. "And now, even though it's completely false, Steve won't stop calling me tuna roll!"

Suddenly it hit you what exactly she was talking about. All the pent up anger at her was suddenly bubbling up out of you at an inappropriate time. "What were you doing looking through my notes? Erik was the only one that saw that and I saw him throw it away." You rolled your eyes. "Plus, that wasn't even about you Ms. The-World-Revolves-Around-Me." You mocked.

Robin barked out a laugh. "You literally used my name. R-O-B," She spelled out as if you were a preschooler.

"Uh, yeah, as in Robert," You smiled deviously. "Mr. Bowen doesn't like when we use his first name. It's an inside joke between me and Erik to call him Robert. I just shortened it that day."

She sighed and shook her head, turning to wet the new paper towels in the sink. "Whatever, I don't believe you."

"Okay, well I got one for you then," You took a step closer to her. "Why have you been such a jerk to me? What the hell else have I 'ruined'?"

She squeezed the extra water from the towels harder than necessary, not meeting your heated gaze in the mirror. "You just stare at me all the time and it makes me feel ways I shouldn't, not to mention you're better in band than me and Mrs. Walsh pays more attention to you and- You know what, no, this doesn't matter," She grumbled, dabbing at her shirt again.

"Uh, yes it does!" You exclaimed, trying to ignore how she said you made her feel. You decided not to read into it, stepping around the sink to face her. "If you have a problem with me, I need to know."

Robin tossed the paper towels into the sink impatiently and finally met your gaze. "My problem is that you're…. You!"

You shook your head, her answer not computing. However, you didn't say anything, distracted slightly by how she actually looked when riled up. Her hair was a little frizzy now and her cheeks were red but in the best way possible. The both of you held your heated stares.

You shook your head again, this time to snap yourself out of your trance. "The fuck does that mean?"

She took a step closer. "It means you're so goddamn distracting that I end up digging through the trash for your stuff!"

Your anger spiked in your chest and you leaned in, accidently looking down at her mouth for a moment too long. "Maybe you should mind your own damn business, Buckley."

She leaned in closer as well. "Maybe you should be less of a bitch."

"Make me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah-"

She grabbed hold of your jaw, pushing you against the rough brick behind you, and pressed her lips to yours. Your breath hitched, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't begging with your eyes for this to happen.

As your lips began to work in unison, you caught a hint of strawberry. Whether it was from the ice cream or her lip gloss, you couldn't tell. But the sweet taste and the feeling of her body on yours caused ripples to vibrate down to your core.

The room was warm and the anger you both manifested together made your breaths like steam on each other's faces. Just as you found yourself getting into a rhythm, Robin pulled away and you opened your eyes to meet her horrified expression.

Her mouth gaped and closed like a fish out of water. "Shit I-.... I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay, me too," You uttered before pulling her back in by her dirtied shirt. You picked up where you left off, finding your sinful rhythm on her lips once again. She moaned gratefully and her hands trailed up and pressed to the sides of your head in desperation. You returned the gesture and snaked your arms around her waist, pressing the small of her back closer to you. She let out a hot breath at this and immediately brought her knee to rest between your legs on the wall, leaning her full weight onto you.

You got lost in her deeper than you ever thought you would be able to and yet, it still wasn't close enough. With every movement on her lips you tried to push further into her. She did the same, trying to push herself into you as if you both could meld into one. Grabbing hold of her clothes, you pulled at her body, and as you did so her knee suddenly slid up to your crotch and ground into you.

You gasped at the sensation, pulling your face from hers, meeting the wall at the back of your head. She simply followed, smiling into your face as she continued to assault your mouth.

A sudden banging caused you both to jump out of your skin in each other's clutch.

"Hey Rob, everything okay?" Steve called from the other side of the door.

"Shit, boyfriend," You whispered mostly to yourself. You had gotten so engrossed in the moment you hadn't even thought of Steve.

Robin cocked her head at you with a cheeky half grin. "Yeah, all good!" She called back, voice husky, but not breaking her gaze on you.

"Alright, just checkin," He responded. You heard his footsteps fade as he walked off.

She turned her full attention back on you. "Did you say boyfriend?"

You rolled your eyes at yourself. You had done exactly what you didn't want to happen. "Yeah, I know you guys haven't announced anything but-"

Her laughter interrupted you and she leaned back to hold her stomach. "(y/n), no, no, no," She giggled, bringing a hand to her face. "Steve and I are completely platonic. He flirts with any other girl he sets his eyes on… And I honestly couldn't give a shit about it. We're not together like that."

"Oh…" You replied dumbfounded. "That's…. Good?"

She nodded ever so slightly. "Yeah. Good." The look in her eyes described exactly how you were feeling in your chest for her. They sparkled with newfound discovery and understanding of one another.

You looked down at her shirt and smiled. "I don't think that stain is coming out."

Robin took a step back and looked down at the stain. Without warning, she began to strip off her shirt. "Here, just give me the button up around your waist."

You stared wide eyed as she lifted it over her head and draped the shirt over the sink. She looked at you expectantly for you to hand her your flannel. However, you were frozen.

She smirked at your stare that fell on her chest clothed in a sports bra. "For fucks sake-" She leaned over and began untying your flannel, her fingers brushing slightly against a spot of your bare waist.

You averted your gaze, a blush returning to your cheeks. Shit, you really weren't going to be able to stop thinking about her after all this.

Robin slipped on your shirt, fumbling as she buttoned it up.

"So, uh…" You started, a thought occurring to you. "Why did you always… glare at me? If you're, ya know… If you feel like this…" You stumbled with your words, hoping she would understand what you were trying to say.

"Damn it, Steve told me they looked like dirty looks too." She looked up at you from the shirt. "I was trying to… be sexy I guess?" She shook her head dismissively.

Your mouth opened in surprise and you laughed a little too loud. "Sexy?" You giggled. "You looked like you wanted me dead!"

"Sorry about that," She laughed, "I'll have to work on that. Here wipe yourself off," She changed the subject and handed you the wet paper towels from the sink. Right, your own shirt was still a mess.

You kept stealing glances at her as you wiped and dabbed the stain, captivated by her working hands. You watched her try to fight a smile and she stepped in front of the mirror, rolling up the sleeves to the mid arm. "This look alright?" She asked, tucking the shirt into her jeans.

"Looks fantastic…" You breathed. You couldn't fight how much you loved seeing her in your clothes.

She smiled knowingly and grabbed your hand, stepping closer to you. "Your clothes are comfy. Now come on," She grabbed and tossed your paper towels into the trash. Her hand tugged yours with her, stepping back, "You owe me another ice cream."

Just as she pulled you away, you swiped her soiled shirt off the sink, intending to try and clean the stain out yourself at home.

"Still want strawberry?" You stumbled behind her.

"Hell yeah. I want to taste it on your mouth again."

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x (y/n) #robin buckley reader insert #stranger things #stranger things reader insert #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley angst #robin buckley x female reader #stranger things fanfic #robin stranger things #robin buckley fanfiction #robin buckley fic #request #stranger things x reader #robin buckley one shot

[onyxthecrow]

Bob with a feral s/o. Like, s/o has chew stim toys, eats food like an animal, and can make animal noises. Also has abnormally sharp teeth and eyes can glow in the dark. Also I love you work!!! Very nice, read everything you write!!! (Hope that wasn't creepy ^V^'

I kinda act feral now that i think abt it ngl and it wasnt creepy dw :)) AND TYSMM!!<33

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•i feel like if he just walked in one night and saw two glowing eyes and didnt realize it was you so he kinda tried to stab you but apologized immediately after he realized it's you

•he was a bit surprised from the animal noises cause he keeps thinking theres a actual animal in his house LMAO

•he loves you teeth sm<33

•he tries to get you to eat a little bit more normally just to not make a mess but he just gave up💀💀

•he'll try to buy more chew stim toys for you :DD

•idk why but i feel like gives great piggyback rides🧍‍♂️no i dont know how this is relevent to the ask it just is

•he uses your glowing eyes like flashlights sometimes

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I loved doing this ask sm🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 ty gay gremlin for the ask !! :DD

#spooky month #bob spooky month #bob velseb x reader #bob velseb x y/n #spooky month x reader #I love doing feral readers sm #This was so fun #RAHHHHH

[seariii]

hi seari!!! thank u for being so sweet and kind,,,u really made me feel better today <33

have this quick doodle i made in class, apologies for the low quality!!

AWWWW leaf this is so cute (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) I'm in tears

This wasn't necessary and it's so cute so adorable aaaaa thank you QWQ awwwww THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAAAH wait I wanna- I wanna-

*time skip*

SO!! THIS IS MY OC I USE TO SELF SHIP WITH KOTOKO!!! when people draw Kotoko with Moradita (the purple cat's human version) it's funny to me because the Milgram one (Saori) would get jealous, but I saw this and my gay mind went "omg Saori would be so happy and they'd just cuddle while with the kitty and aaaaaa" AAAAAAAAA SO THANK YOU, LIKE, THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE THIS LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU YOU'RE AMAZING!!!!

... also I'm really glad I was able to help úwù

#*jumping everywhere* THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAAA #seari answers #our silly doodles #beautiful trinkets brought to me #wife <3 #pretty little princess <3 #saori oc #kotose #kotoko yuzuriha #friends art #ocgram

[gentrychild]

mdzs AU where either lwj is better at communication (mr not even my brother knew I was in love until I attacked 33 of our elders), or wwx less of a brickhead (mr did I become gay bc of being in the body of a gay)

Holy shit, Anon, did you need to roast them like that? I know that this is nothing but the truth but I am pretty sure you killed Wei Ying again and Lan Zhan will need another year to heal.

Before I start, I must apologize because I feel I can't make them too good at communication without making them OOC.

1 - This happens during the "Come back to Gusu with me." scene. Instead of jumping to the worse conclusion, WWX, who is absolutely exhausted and whose brain is barely working, looks at those beautiful, all concerned, golden eyes, and asks "Why??? Why would you want me to go back to Hosu? With you?" He genuinely doesn't compute. LWJ explains that he wants Wei Ying to come back with him because he is worried for him. Wei Ying looks like he hasn't slept in six months. He might die. WWX is confused as to why someone would care about him but also kinda moved. He thanks LWJ but explains he must go back to Lotus Pond to see his sister. LWJ nods and informs him that he will accompany him there. They go to the Lotus Pond, informs the shijie that WWX is alive and then WWX, still heavily sleep deprived, kinda follows LWJ back to the Lotus Pond, passes out and proceeds to sleep for the next week. LWJ is elevated.

2 - Now, JC might suck at communicating but he knows a sibling stealer when he sees one. He thought his sister was safe after the soup incident but he apparently should have watched out for that awful Lan! He breaks into Gosu, saying that LWJ cannot marry his brother. To everyone's surprise, WWX is "Why not? He is [lists an endless list of of all of LWJ's qualities and why he would make an excellent spouse]." LWJ's ears are fully red while LQR and JC have passed out from sheer rage, which was WWX's plan all along. He informs LWJ that it's time to go hunt Wens again and he leaves, with LWJ running after him.

3 - There is nothing romantic about a war but WWX and LWJ learn to know each other more through it. They are partners in this war, always by each other side. WWX learns that LWJ doesn't hate him and that he was looking for him during his disappearance because he was worried. He calls LWJ his friend. LWJ learns that WWX cares about him. It's even possible that he realizes WWX doesn't have a golden core anymore (and why).

4 - After the war ends, the other clans are looking at the grandmaster of demonic arts and being "Maybe we should... get rid of him?" The Lan elders are not happy about someone using the demonic arts. But the Lan brothers immediately "Oh, we just know you're not about to throw under the bus someone you were all too happy to use against the Wens during the war. Pretty sure it would break a couple of rules." and pretty much tells them that if WWX is punished, they will share his punishment since they helped him during the war and didn't try to stop him. JC, who can't do less than those two Lans, also warn that the Jiang clan will stand by WWX. Which is very good because WWX rescues the remaining Wens the next day. And brings back his friend back to life. LWJ is too in love to be annoyed but JC screams so much that he loses his voice for a week.

5 - However, since WWX keeps being WWX and playing with dark forces, someone breaks it to him that it would be better if he forged a powerful alliance with a clan. Now that I think about it, it's Wen Qing, so there is a moment of confusion where WWX thinks WQ wants him to play matchmaker for her and JC (he was really enthusiastic about it). WQ had to spell out that he should marry LWJ. WWX is shocked. LWJ obviously deserves to marry someone wonderful and shouldn't be shackled to someone like him. LWJ appears (was he actually near them or did he teleport after sensing someone talking about WWX's marriage? Your guess is as good as mine.) and he informs WWX that if he's not opposed to it, this is actually an excellent idea. WWX is not opposed to it. WWX is under the impression LWJ is doing that to keep the peace. It's okay, though, he will soothe LWJ's sacrifice by being the best cultivation partner he can.

+ 1 - Cue a very ridiculous fake marriage for WWX and LWJ trying to pull a Fake Wedding to Lovers AU. Since it's pre timeskip LWJ, he fails but it's okay, WWX is the first one to kiss him.

#mdzs au #5 headcanons game #closed ask game

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Okay that sucks

(I was here when the Tommy Buck scene was happening since I was a few minutes behind, after that bit at the end I came back here lol)

But phew it's just a sprain :))

BUCK WHAT

I need not see that o.o

Yeah really love character wise that Maddie is reacting like this

Exactly do NOT do it again o.o

Awww Maddie gets it :'((

OOF yeah that sucks xdd I know the feeling too

Not quite as strong as that but yeah

LOL dyed her hair and wanted to change her name o.o

XDD BOTH NAMES SLFKFHS

Yeeeah you would've looked desperate xd

"Stop acting like one" SLFKGHFJKDS LOL

Gosh <3

Oop police station :((

Ayy happy to see him :)

Aww yeah she's happy to see you anyway :)

LOL that's how I felt xD

Okayy okayy

:'OO YAYY staying here and community service!!!!

Awww that's so good :')))

Lol not the grounding I'm sure that'll be rough but you know xD good overall :')

OOPE Eddie o.o?

Oh hey Tommy :)!

LOL yeah his apartment is nice xD

Yeeah they noticed xd

Don't deny ittt Buuuck xdd

Aww yeah love Buck owning that :'))

Turns out he wasn't denying lol

It is nice of them (well Tommy but yk) to apologize :'))

Nah Eddie's not angry :')) that's good <33

Yeah he can have multiple friends xD

I swear if he says it seems like they're in love or he thinks they are lol

AWW yeah and Chris too :'DD

He talks about Buck 🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺

That's basically saying they're in love lol

Buck do you not realize how sus that is xD

Just. all your jealousy lol

But yeah it's not about you Buck lol

Aww yeah of the 118 :'/?

Yeeah :'(( :') poor guy <3

Yeah it really is like a family :') <3

I don't think they realize how rare that is :'/

Why are you guys standing so close together slfkdhs

Little gay xD

Awww it wasn't that he was thinking of switching :'o :'D aww good <33

Yeah lol you are pretty cool xD

The static was great slfkdjs

Umm?

UMM??

WHAT??

WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHAT IS. ABOUT TO HAPPEN.

(here's where I originally started typing when it happened but I'd been paying attention and not liveblogging for a minute there lol)

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I'LL CATCH UP IN A MINUTE TOMMY JUST KISSED BUUUUUUCK

AM I HALLUCINATING

I'M STRUGGLING TO BREATHE

OH

MY GOSH

"TAKE A DEEP BREATH" TV MAN I'M TRYING

OKAY UH

I NEED TO GO BACK UM ON SECOND

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OKAY I've now finished and I'll go back to the rest of that scene

AAAAHHHHHHHH SLFKGHDS "BETTER THAN MOUTH STATIC" I????!!

Sorry had to pause to scream and go insane to myself anyway

OH MY GOSH O.O

DID THST JUST HAPPEN

WHAT THE HECK

REMINDS ME OF THAT ONE BUDDIE MANIP

Also BUCK DOES NOT LOOK UPSET!!!! BRO LOOKS HAPPY!!!!

LITTLE DID HE KNOW THIS WAS JUST MESSED UP (AS IN HE DIDN'T NOTICE SO IT WAS JEALOUSY LOL) CRUSHING ON TOMMY

And Eddie too of course but we'll come to that later

I

My gosh

YESSSS y'all oh my gosh o.o

Listen I want him to be with Eddie but y'all I'm okay with this right now SLFLGJDS

AAAAHHHHHHHH

And yes LOL call Eddie xD

While he's in drugs dlfkfshdk

AAAHHHHHHHH my gosh

Buck's FAAAACE!!!!

Oh my gosh

I know it's the end of the episode but I don't want it to be

Oh my gosh

The perfect ending scene

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

H

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I'm losing it

Wow

#9-1-1 #911 #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #911abc #911 on abc #911 abc

[lesbianlotties]

Yellowjackets' The Locked Tomb AU:

more thoughts at the end. very much spoilers for the locked tomb

The Ninth House Necromancer: Lottie Cavalier: Natalie

The Second House Necromancer: Mari Cavalier: Akilah

The Third House Necromancers: Jackie & Shauna Cavalier: Jeff

The Fourth House Necromancer: Gen Cavalier: Melissa

The Fifth House Necromancer: Laura Lee Cavalier: Coach Scott

The Sixth House Necromancer: Taissa Cavalier: Van

The Seventh House Necromancer: Misty Cavalier: Crystal

The Eight House Necromancer: Travis Cavalier: Javi

The Ninth House: Lottie and Natalie as enemies to lovers (enemies to i'll get a diy lobotomy for you). What if Lottie was goth, and a nun, and a lesbian (she already is), and a very powerful necromancer, and also the result of mass genocide? What if Natalie had nothing but aviator sunglasses, a cool ass sword, porn magazines, and her profound hatred (and even deeper devotion) for Lottie? Lottie has visions, Nat just wants to escape her hometown, Lottie makes bone marrow soup, everyone is into Nat, Lottie is constantly bleeding, childhood enemies to only we can stop Misty Quigley

The Second House: i'm going to be honest, i don't have a lot for this one, but hey they are an inseparable duo, kinda gay, and Mari's self-righteous ass having an extremely tragic fate (pit girl hello) seems good enough to me!

The Third House: i feel very strongly about this one!!! twins or not. Jackie and Shauna's codependent relationship would nicely match the Tridentarious dynamic!!! eat her ear, eat her soul, you know? the misconception that Shauna was living under Jackie's shadow when all this time Shauna was the real necromancer hello??? And Jeff just being there... nobody cares about Jeff.

The Fourth House: listen. they're just kids. they die too soon. they were having fun. i needed more characters alright??

The Fifth House: maybe a lesbian and a gay man can be a wholesome marriage you know? no no but seriously. they are not married, they are besties, they are kind, they would invite everyone to dinner, and Laura Lee's ghost would save Lottie from dying at some point!!!

The Six House: also feeling good about this one! I mean, just picture Tai saying "Van... Go Loud." insane!!!! and of course they would be besties with the 9th. and of course Tai would be the smartest one around and she knows it. also!! who else is going to get their souls merged together huh??? look me in the eye and tell me Van wouldn't choose the name Paul. you can't

The Seventh House: this one!! Misty as Cytherea!! she's small and frail and dying and actually!! she's going to kill all of you <33 also Crystal acting a little too happy? even though her eyes look so dead? yeah there's a reason for that!!

The Eight House: i'm going to be honest with you guys here. i ran out of characters. apologies to Javi.

#i had a vision and this happened okay? please give me all your thoughts #yellowjackets #the locked tomb #lottienat #shaunajackie #taivan #yj #tlt #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #taissa turner #van palmer #laura lee #misty quigley

[leaameba]

Your sunflower devil AU is so interesting! Do you have more info about it? I'm dying to know more about the how and the why and what ends up happening to the boys, and your devil designs are adorable, especially Basil and his anxious fearful expressions at what he's become!

Thank you so much for asking <33 it warms my heart to know someone's interested in what I make!

Okay so, at first it was just me playing around with a buncha different designs for Basil and Sunny because they've ultimately been the only characters I'm able to draw LOL but it slowly grew into a sort of story into my head! It's all very vague for now and I'm not even sure if I'm going to make it into something bigger (I'm a terrible writer and english is not my first language) but here's a brief explanation on its base story:

It takes place after the neutral ending, where both Basil and Sunny stab themselves, thus ending up into the scalding depths or hell (so edgy 😈). Basil at first is in extreme denial of his fate and, just like in the game, is ridden with anxiety and guilt for most of the time. Eventually though, he accepts his fate and what gruesome stuff hell has to offer. He has multiple mixed feelings towards Sunny and breaks down at the sight of Sunny ending up in the same place as him but eventually becomes kind of non chalant n rude towards him, like he's had it all??? As of Sunny, he wears this pathetic wet dog face all the time and what he wishes the most is to make up with Basil while they're stuck together and just explain everything to him. Though while also having a lot mixed feelings, their friendship is complex. Basil has never stopped being special to Sunny.

As of the setting I haven't flashed it out well in my head yet, but basically it has all sorts of trauma inducing creatures and jumpscares based on their fears, guilt and shame. It's a place made to psychologically torture Basil and Sunny, leaving no choice for them but to stick together through it all.

I WOUULD like to make it gay because, well, I'm a sucker for Sunflower and they've been my fave pairing for several months now but I won't be able to do it without it being a little toxic LOL they're each other's reasons of why they're in hell together in the first place oopsieees no worries though they end up warming up to each other

I hope this wasn't too confusing to read lol I apologize <3

#BTW i dont think they should end up in hell this is just me exploring their guilt thru religion (sorta) (stereotypical cartoon demon)

[spade-riddles]

the thing is anon, karlie is a big name, but she isn’t as big as taylor and coming out for her would be a bit scary, but not as scary as taylor cause the music industry is fucked. a model coming out as bi won’t be a big deal as taylor swift coming out.

taylor needs the sales/the support the gp gives her and the voters in big awards like the grammys. yes she cares about all of that we have to admit.

yet karlie’s situation is different. many models are bi/gay and they get job, especially that you forget that karlie is her own boss now, she isn’t a new model, she is a big name and has her own investment and platform. her job isn’t reliant on the same elements as a musical artist.

also it depends on how both people were brought up. as we know from taylor’s songs and the documentary MA, taylor has so much anxiety and fear relating to being liked by the music industry and general public.

on the other hand, karlie’s job is much different and her industry is yes filled with horrors but i feel like the world won’t burn if karlie dated a woman. she would definitely still get jobs as she is already (even since she met taylor) a very respected model. but taylor on the other hand, ten years ago, might’ve lost hundreds of fans because of how things were. that was her main fear.

also do u see the racism in the grammys? the exiling of deserving artists? it’s all scary.

BUT the thing is taylor isn’t the taylor she was in 2014. now she came so far and no person in this world can deny that she is the biggest name in the world now. she is so fucking big it’s impossible for any musician or musical institution to just ignore her. it would be TOO obvious. also it’s 2023 and taylor is 33. isn’t hanging out gay people the same as being one?

the thing is she publicly made her support loud and clear and the fans she was afraid to lose might’ve just left… so what now?

if u wanna put ALL of that aside, why did she write Anti- Hero? in this song she indirectly says that she takes responsibility for the delay.

“one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving cause u got tired of my scheming”

also if u see those photos from the basketball game, karlie is VERY at ease and even tells taylor to “relax”.

besides, coney island that you talked about (or someone else idk) this SCREAMS i’m sorry i kept bearding and left you for this shit that people say about you.

“but when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name” !!!!

“sorry for not making you my centerfold”

another example is champagne problems. i’ll scream this forever. this song is about a failed coming out. taylor loves a good metaphor so this song is made to look like it’s a turned down proposal, but i think it isn’t.

i believe folklore and evermore are autobiographical. she says “sometimes you just don’t know the answer till someone’s on their KNEES and asked you”

why didn’t she their “knee” but their “knees”. when someone is on both knees, they are begging for something.

also why didn’t she say “till he is on his knee”. she said “they” leaving it very open cause it isn’t about a proposal.

last thing “dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief in the good in the world” this for me sounds like karlie has this positive look at the world that people will still support taylor and love her no matter what and it will be fine, yet taylor can’t believe that.

maybe I’m wrong, but in taylor’s WHOLE discography she is constantly apologizing for hiding and making things difficult for her partner cause she is who she is.

“the devil is in the details but you got a friend in me/would it be enough if i can never give you peace”

also “your integrity makes me seem small”

time and time again taylor says in her songs that her partner faced shit for her. that this person burned themselves to make her live the way she wants.

“all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing”. what would her partner want from her if not living freely? yet she didn’t pressure taylor.

all in all, taylor’s way of bearding is just…. losing the credibility and doesn’t even make sense anymore anyways.

like she is constantly making sure her and karlie are in different continents to “keep the rumors away”… this is just ridiculous.

#good thorough analysis #thank you for sharing your thoughts

[blueeandyellowmakesgreen]

I started ST really really late (like after Vol 2 came out) and one of the only things I knew about the fandom was that so many people hated Melvin (both my IRL friends and people on Tumblr) and when I first binged S1-2, I kept wondering 'why tf do people hate them so much, they're so cute' - I was a wholeass Melvin shipper for the 2 weeks it took me to watch those season and the hate for them made me so sad. And then I got to s3 ep 1 after they started being obnoxious and ignoring their friends and it instantly clicked for me why people hated them so much. In one episode I went from adoring them to feeling instantly annoyed whenever they were onscreen.

By ep 2 I was cheering for their breakup. And then!!!! I watched the S3 Byler rain fight and realized that they were really going down the road of Will being gay and in love with Mike, and right after the fight and Mike biking in the rain to apologize, I converted to Byler and haven't looked back since. Season 4 just made me hate Melvin more and ship Byler harder (I love the pining, especially the van scene, sue me) and when I went back to rewatch S1-2, it really hit me how many wonderful Byler moments I missed (like the shed scene and the super spy scene) and also hit me how weird S1 Milkvan was since they kissed a week after she escaped the lab (and it happened right after she asked if he would be her brother 💀 that relationship was bones from the start ngl)

Anyway idk what the point of this rant is lmao I'm just saying that you're not alone in loving Melvin and converting to Byler.

hell yeah!!! dont get me wrong, i openly clown myself for shipping melvin and i dont blame myself for it, because they were adorable! im glad both of you and i saw the light <33

if yall have any other melvin convert stories for me, im all game to hear it B) i need to know theres a lot of us out there

#byler #thank you for telling me this bc your experience is def a nonbiased take and im glad to see peoples pov