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almightyellie · 3 years
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girl no shade for writing on your phone, but that battery percentage looks pretty bleak lmao
HAHAHAHA it’s def brutal. i’m the type to run my phone all the way down and it gets me in trouble more than i’d like
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kilbygirrl · 3 years
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girl you are straight up making me fall in love with John Taylor and I know absolutely nothing ab him
akskskd Laur, its the Taylor effect 🙈🙈
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While I’m here, roger freddie and john with number 7
Thank you for the ask, @whilstyouwalk ! The museum one is easy, I keep going back and forth on the other two. Let’s see...
go to a wedding with: I think I’m going to go with Roger for the wedding.  We could amuse ourselves by people-watching and making up stories about the people at the other tables. When the reception started, Roger would jump up onstage to sing with the band. Everyone would love it. 
go to a party with: John Deacon, dancing disco baby! I’m not really comfortable dancing unless I’m in a group or with close friends, and he seems like he’d be comfortable dancing up his own storm with a partner who either didn’t dance very well or needed to be coaxed out of their shell.
go to a museum with: That’s easy, Freddie! With his love for art and antiques, it would probably be an enjoyable and educational outing. 
Put three names and a number in my ask!
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hannafuckingsucks · 4 years
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but does ben have a receding hairline or just a big ass forehead? (like has it progressed?)
well- let's overanalyze this, shall we? (jk I can't)
this is what gives me receding hairline vibes™:
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idk if there's a name for this in English but in German we call it Geheimratsecken djhddjksks which is so so fitting but I couldn't translate it if my life depended on it. anyway I'm middle-european so men here start their balding process at the age of 18 so I am just. very aware of it. and this (and the back of the head) is usually where it starts. here are some more examples
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in conclusion I'd say he's still going strong for a 29yo, good hairline, 7.6/10 but the shaved sides do him dirty and make it look worse than it is.
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Wait queen podcast?! do you have the name?
If you search on Spotify for queen podcast you already find it but the official name is Queenpod . And it has the flash gordon cover as the icon
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poirot · 2 years
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34 pls x
34: alles cool by jennifer rostock
send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist !
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haha ok those comments on the post ab the hair video are bc it’s not the 2010s anymore so they’re mourning the loss of the man bun dudebro
AH.
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ineloqueent · 4 years
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Happy birthday Tina!!! Hope you have a great day 💖 (@queenmylovely)
thank you, dear!! 💗
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🎉🎊Happy birthday love🎊🎉
thanks so much!
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Weirdly specific question but is that picture from your summer roger mood board from the record exchange?
Ummm... I’m not sure. Which pic are you asking about specifically? The one in the bottom right?All of the photos from that moodboard are just ones that I found and then edited or filtered in some way to fit the aesthetic I was going for. I could try to find out if you’d like but I’m not sure if I’d actually be able to find an answer for you.
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illfoandillfie · 4 years
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Oooo can I get smth with B13 and C10 from the third list and Gwil plzzz xx
Of course babe!! Been a hot minute since i wrote gwil lmao
Spooning position + distracting the other with sex
You understand that Gwilym has a lot on his plate. You’ve heard his numerous calls with his agent and the director of his new movie. You’ve made him many cups of tea as he sat researching the role and reading through the script underlining things he wants to clarify. And you know how seriously he takes his job, and that roles like this, roles that require a little extra work, are roles he thoroughly enjoys. But that doesn’t stop you wishing he’d take half an hour off to fuck you rotten. And it’s not just for your sake either. He could probably use a bit of a shag to destress and let off some steam. But you can’t think of a way to word it that doesn’t make you sound unreasonable and the few times you’ve tried to bring it up anyway, he’s not paid attention. All the same, something needs to be done and fast. There was only so many times you could trawl through the front page of Pornhub trying to find a video that wasn’t cringy or terrifyingly violent. Good porn was hard to come by and frankly, the day you married Gwil you assumed you were done with it.
If you couldn’t flat out ask Gwil to fuck you, you’d have to come up with something else. Some way to distract him and tempt him enough to get him into bed or under the table…bent over it…..against the wall…in the shower. You shook your head trying to get rid of the flurry of images. You’d take it wherever he wanted, you just had to get him to give it to you. When you think about it abstractly, the whole idea of luring your husband into bed is hysterical. It’s not as if it’s a chore. It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy it too. And he’s gone without for just as long as you have now. So really it shouldn’t be that hard. A glimpse of some side-boob and he’d probably be good to go. You hoped so anyway.
So, that night, while Gwil was once again perched in front of his laptop, you popped upstairs to change into your PJs. You picked out a set of sleep shorts and a single and removed your bra before heading back to his study.
You leant in his doorway, trying to push your chest out a bit further, “How’s it going, honey?”
“Good. I’d love a cuppa if you’re making one,” he didn’t look up.
Okay, side-boob was not going to be enough. Time for something a little more dramatic. You headed back to the bedroom and stripped off again, including your underwear, before donning a pair of sheer panties you knew Gwil liked seeing you in and the short robe he’d bought you to wear around the hotel on your honeymoon. It was silky and barely covered anything. If that didn’t get his attention then nothing would. You headed straight for him, giving him a kiss on the cheek from behind, your arms draped over his shoulder.
“What are you up to, love?” he asked without even glancing away from his work.
“Nothing really. There’s nothing good on TV so I’m a bit bored. Thinking about turning in.”
His eyes flicked to the corner of the screen where the clock is, “It’s only nine,”
“I didn’t say I was going to sleep straight away. I could read or...something else I’m sure,” You let the suggestion hang for a moment, unsure he’d take the bait.
“I’ll try and be up soon but if I don’t see you before you go to sleep, sweet dreams,”
“G’night Gwil,” you dropped a kiss to his shoulder, let your hand drag over the back of his neck as you headed back towards the door, a little discouraged.
The moment your fingers left him, Gwilym had turned his head to follow their trail but you didn’t notice. You headed back to bed and curled up on top of the sheets, already trying to come up with a plan C. But, as it turned out, it was unnecessary. Half a minute later you heard footsteps as Gwil approached.
“You are shameless,” he said, nearly laughing, as he stepped through the doorway.
“And that was just Plan B”
“Oh yeah?” he said, pulling his shirt off, “And what would you have done next?”
“My working idea was ditch the robe and knickers, slam your laptop shut and sit on the desk in front of you,”
“That would have got the message across,” his pants we gone, underwear following quickly, and he was stepping around to his side of the bed.
You were just about to roll over and face him when he stopped you.
“Stay there, Y/N, don’t move okay?”
You felt the bed shift as he climbed in and wriggled close to you. Then you felt the side of your robe being pushed up to show off what little you had on underneath. Gwil leaned in and nipped at your hip through the barely there knickers before tugging them off completely. As soon as they were gone he shuffled down behind you, his fingers taking up residence between your legs.
“You’re a bit needy, aren’t you?”
“Well you’ve been ignoring me for like the last couple of weeks,” you laughed but you both know there’s truth to the statement too.
“I know love, I’m sorry. But I am going to make it up to you now.”
You tilted your head back over your shoulder to kiss him and gasped against his lips as he slowly pushed his cock into you. He squeezed your hip as you adjusted to him, placing your hand over his, relishing the feeling of your husband’s touching you again. Rather less gently than intended, he tugged your robe loose, pulling it down at the back to kiss along your neck as he pushed his hips into you. It’s not terribly fast or at all rough. There’s not really that much thrusting even. But it feels so good to be physically close again and you can’t help but grind back onto him. His hands are everywhere you want them, pushing your hair aside, looped under your arm to massage your breasts and tease your nipples, and then trailing slowly down your side to find your pussy and rub your clit. It makes you feel hot all over, the sensation of his light caresses making you break out in goosebumps. But there was also a slight relief from knowing he wants you as much as you want him.
He slips out of you at one point, much to your disappointment, but only long enough to pull your robe off properly and then he’s pulling you close again, sliding back inside you. The skin to skin contact only intensified things, increasing your desire for him and your need to feel his touch. And then he shifts again, throws his upper leg over yours, changed the angle so he’s just that little bit deeper, perfectly angled to hit a particularly good spot. You reach behind to grab his thigh, pull him as close as you can as he presses his lips to your neck again. That’s when he picks up the pace a little, still not fast exactly but more insistent. He grabs your hand and brings it to your clit, keeping his on top of yours so he can circle your clit with you. A shiver runs down your spine as he mouths at your neck some more, all the way up to your ear. And his breath his hot and loud against it, his voice rough as his whispers about how perfectly he fills you, how good it feels to be in you again. That’s all it takes for you to topple over the edge with a shaky exhale. He thrusts a few more times and follows, keeping himself buried in you for a bit longer.
When he finally does let you move, you roll onto your back more, pulling him into a proper kiss.
“I’m a moron for going so long without that,”
You laugh as he kisses you again.
“Next time don’t wait so long to distract me.”
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almightyellie · 3 years
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might you be able to give stevie a pat from me?
most certainly! with lots of extra love 💗
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kilbygirrl · 3 years
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was tagged by @crimson-migraine @green-tinted-sixties-mind & @whilstyouwalk to do this! Thank you ladies😘
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tagging whoever wants to do this MWAH 💖
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hannafuckingsucks · 4 years
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wait wait wait, WHEN did your HAT change?!?
SSJDHAHSJSJ babe it's been a while idk maybe a month or two 😂
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Could I get a url thingy 💫 the ones you’ve been doing are so pretty 💖 (with @queenmylovely tho lol)
Hiiii thank you for requesting. Here it is. I hope you like it! 🥺❤️
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Congrats on 500! A graphic and music rec sounds so fun, I’d like to request one please! Xx (@queenmylovely)
[Elvis voice] Thank you, thankyouverymuch. :-D
@whilstyouwalk / @queenmylovely You most certainly can have a music rec and lo-fi graphic!  
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