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galerians07 · 7 months

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yall did we not get this scene that they showed in past trailers?.... sad to see him not get his wall of comically large swords.

#lies of p #i think they should add this if u get all the weapons #hed stare at it like a 40 yr old watching the super bowl

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caffeinated-chaos-bean · 3 months

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Huuuu I should be putting this on my rant blog, but its also something that I'm passionate about.... so I feel its more fitting to put it here than over on my depressing, anxiety-filled rant blog.

Look. I'm going to give Usher the benefit of the doubt and say it was nice that he paid homage to Michael during his halftime show. There's... things I've heard that don't sit right with me regarding his upcoming tour name.... but that's not the topic of this post.

What this is about would be the rewriting of history. The attempt to act as though one man is better than the other, the one man has only just now achieved the impossible of reaching the most views during the Halftime Show when that simply is not the truth; that is a both-faced lie through and through.

Usually when you see people adding context and facts on Twitter, usually its just one link. Maybe two if you're lucky.

In this case, we have FIVE different sources to prove this is a lie. Dating even to the ORIGINAL 1993 New York Times article that stated what Michael's Halftime ratings were. The original.

To spare you from having to get a subscription to read the article, and saving myself from doing the same, above is a screenshot from Popcorned Planet's coverage of this horrendous attempt to rewrite performance history. Andy Signore has a subscription and was able to open the 1993 article, and above is a screenshot from his video.

This is the original. The original context. Right here.

Michael's 133.4 million viewers compared to Usher's 129.3 million and yet Usher was the one to suddenly hold the highest-rated and highest-viewed halftime performance???

I think not. Don't let this misinformation and the media's lies win.

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igottatho · 3 months

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People are submitting complaints to the FCC regarding the Zionist ad that ran during the stupid Super Bowl. If you’re in the US and able/ interested, this could be a good strategy to apply.

The game started around 6:30 EST, 3:30 PST, and the commercial aired in between 7:20-8:45 sometime. I don’t have more info than that sorry. Maybe if another does they can put it in the comments

#free palestine #palestine #gaza #south Gaza #Rafah #israel terrorism #israel is an apartheid state #Israel lies #FCC #USA FCC #Super Bowl #sports #advertising

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bigirlsdontc5y · 3 months

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Sam + Cate are in The Boy’s Super Bowl commercial. 🤞🏾other Gen V characters show up in season 4.

#gen v #jordan li #marie moreau #the boys #super bowl #sam riordan #cate dunlap #emma meyer

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alethiometry · 3 months

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is love island good tv NO is it entertaining ALSO NO will i continue to watch every new episode that comes out until itv runs out of money YEAH

#li all stars is my super bowl and it happens every night <3 i am so blessed #charlotte watches li uk

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vibezzonerrythang · 3 months

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Shannon Sharpe calls out Mike Epps, calls him a lie and says when he sees him in person it’s up and it’s stuck!!! 👀🔥 | Nightcap 2.12.24

#shannon sharpe #nightcap #chad ochocinco #Chad Johnson #club shay shay #black history month #black twitter #YouTube #Shannon sharpe vs Mike Epps #Katt Williams #Shannon sharpe unleashes on Mike Epps #Mike Epps lied #Shannon sharpe nfl #las Vegas #Super Bowl #Super Bowl 58

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kdsburneraccount · 4 months

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Dan Quinn defense getting cooked in the postseason this is nothing new

#still can’t get over super bowl LI sorry #i wonder if the cowboys will blame mccarthy or quinn for this #bc yikes lol #itd be funny if jordan love went into Levi’s stadium and did what rodgers couldn’t do (beat sf)#but we’ll see #for the sake of my irl acquaintances who are 49ers fans probably not #nfl #dallas cowboys #green bay packers

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neverendingford · 2 months

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#tag talk #just realized the intense depression and associated anger issues and intrusive violent thoughts are prolly related to the Lamictal I starte #I was like “I don't think I need this don't think it'll help but I'll try it for science” because I'll try anything once #and uhhh. I went to go to bed and realized there was a bowl with food tucked into my bed covers.#laundry all over is one thing. that's kind of normal. but food in my bed is massive warning bells so I was like uh oh that's real depressio #so anyway i messaged my dr like hey I think these meds are making me feel so fucking lethargic and despondent and also I want to kill peopl #because I would just stop taking them but I'm willing to see what she thinks.#also my current psychiatrist is really great and I like her a lot idk if I already talked about her but she's really cool.#the first one I got was an absolute dick and was passive aggressive towards me and also straight up lied in her notes about me?#said that I had said I'm not sexually active and like. bitch where did I ever say that ever that's literally untrue and you wrote it down.#like. I don't think medical professionals are supposed to lie about you actually that's kind of a big problem #also she was like “I'm not seeing adhd here at all” and wanted to do a full on adhd diagnosis before trying any meds for it #whereas my new person was just like “oh you don't have to talk about being adhd it's pretty obvious to me” and I was like kissing you kissi #ng you kissing you kissing you kissing y #but yeah. I don't think I want to keep taking these meds and I think I'm just gonna take the meds I have to today not the short term ones #some days I just don't need my adhd meds or I would rather feel my normal relatively unproductive self.#still gonna take the ssri and estrogen obvs cause those need to keep up levels in my body and also duh I wanna keep my E levels up #but the others nah my body is super sensitive to meds (or any substances tbh) so I need a break from them today I feel really unbalanced #I did have my gf deadass ask me “should I be worried?” when I mentioned the violent intrusive thoughts and I was like no no no no it's fine #because like. I've never genuinely hurt someone fully impulsively like that. it's all thoughts it's all in the head #I'm not gonna kidnap and murder and dissect anyone it's just theoretical situations my brain likes to fuck me up with.#but it does kinda suck to have people around you inherently mistrust you because of how your brain works.#my brother told me a while back that he locks his door at night because he's worried about me and you do know how fucking hurtful that is?#the person you trust enough to move out and move in with is afraid of you enough to lock their door at night.#not like that would stop me if I genuinely did try to hurt him obviously. interior door locks are a joke.#but like... that someone would hear you talk about intrusive thoughts and genuinely think you capable of them to some extent.#idk that hurts a lot.#I wish I weren't like this.

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luveline · 2 years

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what about reader tispy or high at a party and tellin steve how pretty he is and he doesn't know how to handle it?

steve versus a very drunk and slightly high reader who really likes his face (warnings for implied drinking and r eating a weed brownie <3)

Steve takes in your drunken state with something close to horror, remembering exactly how this scenario had panned out for him the last time. You’re sitting on the arm of somebody’s sofa giggling down at your hands, clearly tipsy, your head lifting up slowly when he calls your name.

“Stevie,” you say. He can’t gauge any one emotion from your voice.

“Hey, what happened? I was only gone for ten minutes. The bathroom's an en-suite, by the way.” His bitterness over having to search the upstairs three separate times for a toilet is obvious. "D'you drink a whole fish bowl by yourself?"

You take the bottom of his jacket in your hand and pull him towards you, wrapping your arms around his thighs. He dips his chin to his chest to take you in, looking down at your glassy-eyed expression with some sympathy and more apprehension.

“Are you okay?” he asks nervously.

“I’m really stupid, Steve. When we first got here and I went to speak to Donna, like an hour ago? At the snack table? I had one of her brownies.”

Oh! You’re high. Of course you are. The weed must’ve just kicked in while he was gone. And then, “Hey, why were you at the snack table? You told me you weren’t hungry.”

You shove your face into his abdomen and sigh. “I lied, Steve.” Your voice, your tone, makes him want to laugh, suddenly so solemn.

Steve pushes his arms over your shoulders and dips down until the side of his chin brushed your temple. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m actually really hungry.”

His eyes slip closed in exasperation. He pats your back. “Idiot. This is why you shouldn’t lie.” You laugh. “What’s funny, Pinocchio?”

“Pinocchio!” You laugh harder, dizzy giggles that warm his chest before saying, “Steve, are you saying my nose is a foot long? That is so awful.”

He rolls his eyes and pulls away from your grip. “Here, get up. Let’s go raid the pantry.”

The pantry is stocked pretty well with snacks and Steve doesn’t feel even remotely bad for raiding it in the name of his girl.

“Hey, do you like the strawberry Pop-“ he cuts off, having turned and found you sitting on the floor. “Babe.”

“Yuh?” you ask, looking up.

He sighs deeply and sits down in front of you, offering the box of Pop Tarts tentatively. You take them without looking at them, your gaze roving over his face greedily. He scratches his neck and tries not to show how shy he feels when you're looking at him like that.

“Take a picture,” he says dryly.

“I don’t have a camera.”

He chuckles to himself and shuffles as close as he can, his crossed legs brushing your knees. You struggle with the Pop Tart packaging, fingers clumsy with the cardboard. You rip open the foil and it splits wide, the Pop Tarts falling out and into your lap, a hail of crumbs over your clothes.

He takes the tarts into his hand and uses the other to brush you down.

“Dummy. Are you sure you’re feeling okay? I know you didn’t mean to… take anything.”

“You don’t 'take' pot.”

“You didn’t smoke it,” he argues, forgetting the point.

“I ate it,” you say agreeably, taking back your tarts. “I feel great, Steve. Super. You want one of these?”

“No, you’re okay. You have them both, baby.”

You grin and sandwich them together, taking a big bite that sprays another wave of crumbs down your front. He doesn’t bother brushing these ones away, staring at you unabashed. He’s worried you’re going to get upset though he knows it’s unlikely. Even so, his body remembers, and he feels nauseous as you work your way through your sugary snack.

You get a stripe of pinky-red icing on your face, from the corner of your mouth and over your cheek.

"Here," he says, waving his hand at your face. You melt towards him and he wipes it away.

You're looking at him intensely.

"What?" he asks through a laugh, paused with his hand on your cheek.

"You…"

"What?"

"You're so pretty. Handsome," you correct hurriedly.

"Pretty?" he asks.

You nod heavily. "You're pretty. My…" Steve slides his hand under your ear. "My pretty boy."

You smile, lashes kissing at the corners, nothing but love on your face as you lean into his hand. "You have the nicest face ever."

"What's the matter with you?" he asks, rubbing your cheek with his thumb just rough enough for your head to bob backwards. Your eyes close fully in response. Your smile grows.

"Nothing," you say adamantly.

Steve pulls you towards him. You're pretty floppy, your side falling into his chest, your face to his collar. "You're full of it."

"You're soooo pretty," you whisper.

"Stop it."

You look up at him, your crown brushing his chin. "You are! Look-" you bring your hands to his face. His eyes widen and his hands tighten where they rest, arms wrapped around you lightly. "Look at your face."

"I can't look at my own face."

"Okay. I'll do it."

He presses his lips together and lets you play with his face, gently squeezing his cheeks, then less so. Your eyes track over his eyes, his nose, his mouth.

"Steve," you murmur, pouting at him.

"Y/N."

Your teeth appear as your smile grows blinding. You get another case of the giggles and they're infectious, the two of you laughing as your hands fall from his face to his neck and you wrap your arms around him, climbing into his lap. Steve accepts you readily, letting a big breath escape him as he tucks you into his arms.

"Alright," he says, sighing, palm spreading over the breadth of your back.

You press your face to his neck. "Prettiest boy ever."

"Give it a rest," he says sternly. Only glad you can't see the blush blooming over his skin.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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incorrect-hs-quotes · 6 days

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FEFERI: WAIT OK T)(IS IS MY B-EST ON---E.

FEFERI: Okay so I used to )(ave t)(is beta fis)( named Leonard Co)(en w)(o lived in a bowl on my desk. )(e was t)(e only pet I )(ad as an adult.

FEFERI: I switc)(ed jobs and took )(im wit)( me and t)(en like a mont)( into my new job )(e died, and I M-ELT----ED DOWN. I was like super attac)(ed to t)(is fis)( and it was like a w)(ole t)(ing.

FEFERI: So my reely nice coworkers were like,

ARADIA: "d0 y0u want t0 have a funeral f0r the fish"

FEFERI: And I said yes, all sobbing and sniffling like a s)(ipwreck.

FEFERI: So we all trooped into t)(e bat)(room and we crammed into t)(e )(andicapped stall and my coworker gently dumped t)(e fis)( in t)(e toilet and was like,

ARADIA: "w0uld y0u like me t0 say a few w0rds"

FEFERI: And I said yes, and s)(e was like,

ARADIA: "here lies le0nard cohen. he was a g00d fish wh0 br0ught j0y int0 a l0t 0f lives"

FEFERI: So I'm sobbing into my coworkers' s)(oulders as all of t)(em go around in a circle and one by one t)(ey eac)( say somefin nice about my dead fis)(. And t)(en suddenly we )(ear a voice from t)(e next stall go,

KARKAT: "WHAT THE *FUCK* IS GOING ON????"

#source: @clairewillett on twitter #shes sniffling like a wreck. like a shipwreck. get it. cause th #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #feferi peixes #aradia megido #karkat vantas #and leonard cohen the fish may he rest in peace.

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lilykatelyn-blog · 9 months

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heyyy can i request a fic where yall are having a sleepover and niki is super clingy and cuddly?

Ofc! I made this established relationship if you don’t mind! <3 I just love Niki so much 😭 he’s so cute 🥰

ꨄsleepoverꨄ

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pairing: riki x reader

genre: fluffy fluff fluff galore

summary: you and your boyfriend have a sleepover together, and you get to see his super soft side that he reserves specially for you.

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Your doorbell rang just as you got out of the shower. “Just a minute!” You yelled, putting on your pyjamas and slippers, running to open the door. “Riki!” You yelled, engulfing him in a tight hug.

“Hey Jagi! Can i enter? I come bearing snacks and looooveee.” He laughed, walking in while you hung onto him. You eventually got off him to get bowls, as you plated the snacks and talked, he snuck up behind you and back hugged you. “and then she- what are you doing?” You suddenly stopped speaking when he did. “hugging you, my one and only girlfriend/boyfriend.” He stated, putting his entire body weight on you.

“Babyyyyy, i need to mooovee.” “And I’ll move with you.” You softly pushed him off, watching as he whined and pouted. Moving you both to the couch, he then lied down on top of you.

“Rikiii,” you started then huffed. “At least put on the movie before you lie on top of me.” Wordlessly, he put on the show and you two watched it. After a while, you two switched positions and you went on top of him.

“Do aliens exist?” Just randomly out of the blue he asked. “Uhh, yes. You.” Pointing at him, you replied. “Uh- says you. You rat.” He scoffed. “Fine then I’ll get off you,” you teased, pretending to get up from your spot, but just as quickly as you did, he pulled you down. “But you’re my rat.” He whined, hugging you tight with his head in your neck. Giggling you kissed his cheek where it was exposed. Simply cuddling into you more, he pulled you in closer, probably about to fall asleep.

OnE hOuR lAtEr (SpongeBob voice)

you tried your best to softy get up from your place on top of him and turned off the tv. but to your dismay, you woke him up and he pulled you back to him. grumbling something that sounded like. “stay, go back to sleep.” and “goodnight.” you whispered a goodnight back to him and falling asleep on your boy <333

#nishimura riki #niki x reader #nishimura x reader #Riki x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #Enhypen Niki

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nqctar · 2 months

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super stressed

이찬영 / anton lee ★

pairings: cg! anton lee x f!little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. synopsis: cg!anton comforts his stressed little after they become too overwhelmed with college. warnings: nonsexual usage of 'daddy.' no major warnings apply. dni: you sexualize little space. requested by @graceslittlecorner ♥︎

"oh my god," you mumble. "i'm losing my mind." there are homework papers scattered everywhere on your desk and the floor, textbooks stacked on top of each other lay dangerously close to the edge, and the study music you put on loop hours ago started sounding like nails on a chalkboard a few minutes ago.

you weren't usually this unorganized when studying, but midterms were scarily close. everything college related was going good so far, and you were terrified of messing it up.

it had been weeks since you regressed. you felt as if you had no time to do so, and a part of you convinced yourself that you needed to give anton a break. anton on the other hand, was concerned. he subtly tried to get you to regress by putting on cartoons while you two sat in the living room, and "accidentally" leaving your stuffie lulu on the bed with your paci next to it. unfortunately, his attempts were futile.

while lost in thought, you hear a knock and out of the corner of your eye you see anton peeking in, pushing a few books you threw by the door out of the way as he opens it.

"hi love, i brought you some fruit." his tone is sweet, you notice he's speaking to you in his caregiver voice. you smile at him and whisper a 'thank you,' as he sets the bowl on an empty spot on your desk. "how's studying going?" you look at the mess of homework and books everywhere and let out a sigh. "perfectly fine! i have everything under control."

anton can tell that you're feeling overwhelmed. even though he wants to cuddle you and help you slip, he doesn't know if now is a good time to ask.

while trying to reorganize things, you realize one of your homework papers is now missing. you start shoving things off your desk and try your best to not start crying. tears cloud your eyes and you can feel a lump in your throat. "where the hell did i just put my homework?" you whine, letting your tears fall.

anton watches you silently, wondering what's going on.

"is something wrong, bunny?" that nickname sets you off. you didn't want to be big and deal with stupid tests or homework anymore. you wanted your daddy.

tears begin falling down your face faster than you realize, and before you know it anton's cradling you in his arms. "you're okay, just breathe." he says, running his fingers through your hair. "what's wrong baby, hm?" his voice is laced with concern, he knows what’s going on but chooses to let you tell him first.

“so stressed about everything, daddy…” you mumble into his chest. he places a kiss on the top of your head and coos. “i’m sorry things have been so hard for you, babygirl.” anton runs his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe your sobs.

“you know you can tell daddy anything, right?” he whispers to you. “any problem big or small, and i’ll help you the best i can.” you look up at him through teary eyes, a slight blush appearing on your face.

you pout. “didn’t wanna bother you. you’re too busy.” anton shakes his head no, and smiles softly at you. “i’m never too busy to take care of my baby. daddy is always gonna be here whenever you need me.” anton wipes a few fallen tears out of your face and then in one motion, scoops you into his arms.

“don’t worry about your homework for now. let’s take a nap, hm?” you nod your head, making a babbling noise in agreement.

anton lies down in bed with you, letting you rest your head against his chest. his heartbeat is almost like a sweet melody. it lulls you to sleep almost immediately.

anton, on the other hand, stays perfectly still as to not wake you. you hadn’t gotten proper sleep in days because of your studies. he hums to you as you drift off and rocks you gently in his arms. it’s the most serene you’ve felt in weeks, all thanks to him.

through sleepy eyes and a quiet voice, you whisper an “i love you,” to anton. right before you drift off to sleep, you hear his voice.

“i love you too, baby. sleep well.”

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natt-writes · 20 days

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whump prompts I live for

When Whumpee still acts fearless and unaffected, even after being rescued/escaping from Whumper, so their friends think they’re fine. Then one day whumpee is reminded of their time with Whumper and all there suppressed emotions start coming out and their friends are freaked out because they have never seen them cry before.

when caretaker and whumpee have been friends for years and have always trusted each other with literally everything, but after whumper broke whumpee down to nothing and filled their head with lies, they don’t know who they can trust. They flinch away from any kind of contact with caretaker and won’t tell them about their trauma or let them clean up their wounds. They keep telling caretaker they can do everything themselves, until one day they can’t and caretaker has to save the day, helping to rebuild that trust.

when whumpee is distant and cold but after being given drugs to help with the pain of their wounds (Forcefully or not), they are all giggly and unable to control their own body, so caretaker has to treat them kinda like a baby as they clean up their wounds and get them to bed all while whumpee babbles incoherently. (Bonus points if whumpee ends up confessing something to caretaker while drugged, especially if it’s that they love them.)

When the Whumper is trying to break Whumpees spirit, but whumpee keeps on making jokes and messing with Whumper, even while being tortured. That is, until things get a little too…intense and everything goes really silent and oh! Is that a tear I see? Now whumpee is sobbing and begging for the whumper to stop, unable to keep up their witty appearance and absolutely hating themself for it.

Whumpee has a huge fear of vomit but has gotten super sick and needs to puke up all the stuff in their stomach. They keep telling caretaker that they are fine, even though they obviously aren’t. Their face is glossy with sweat as they swallow, hoping not to puke. Eventually caretaker has to drag them to the bathroom and force them to vomit, (ie; touching their gag reflex, pushing on their stomach, describing gross things as Whumpee leans over the toilet bowl.) much to the dismay of Whumpee who is hating every minute of this, even though they know it’s good for them. (Bonus points if Whumper is the reason they are sick, like they gave them the flu or force fed them or gave them poison, etc etc.)

#whump writing #whump #writing prompt #writing #Whumpee #whump prompt #caretaker prompts #whumper #whump ideas #whump community #writers on tumblr

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thewriterg · 7 months

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𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬

pairing(s); jj maybank x gn!reader, pope heyward x gn!reader, jj maybank x pope heyward

summary; fall break was a time for you to relax week with no stress… and chaotically carve pumpkins with your boyfriends —flufftober day; 5–

word count; 450+

warning(s); fluff, mention of knives, jj stressing his partners out, pope trying to live without being teased every 5 seconds, pet names, kisses, and language

playlist; dream by salvia palth

A/n:—GIFs; @moki-dokie & @olisgifs— something super short today bc I’m really not feeling it

The sun shined down on your covered skin by the sweater that wasn’t yours the wind blew continuously in small cycles and continuous period of the cool wind and then a moment pure warmth that wasn’t overbearing like the summer months in outer banks

A whistle interrupted your thoughts along with the sound of a roaring motor as you were met with the sight of your boyfriends riding up to the porch of the Château that happened to be empty for the day

JJ finishing off his ‘bird call’ as he would say hopped off the bike kicking the stand down as Pope followed behind him a brown paper bag in his hand pressed against his sweater covered torso before you lifted from your spot with open arms

The blonde got to you first engulfing your frame before spinning you both in a circle your feet dangling off the ground then setting you down pressing a kiss to your forehead before you moved onto Pope

“Nice sweater” He hummed obliviously as you pressed a kiss to your cheek sparring him from the embarrassment as his warmed cheeks despite the cool winds

“Yeah? We’ll it’s yours” You smirked at the brown eyed boy as he gently snickered a small ‘of course’ falling from his lips

“Who’s ready for gut plunging!?” JJ questioned mocking the sounds of a chainsaw as he shook the car I no took that you had lied out on the towel you had placed on the ground and you could practically practically Pope rolling his eyes from his position behind you

“This, is why we painted pumpkins last year” Pope grumbled taking the sharp tools from the blonde hold who pouted in response before wrapping his l a n k y arms around the brunettes waist before swooping in on his neck and nipping at the skin of that wasn’t covered by his hoodie before he shoe’d the blue eyed boy away his face suddenly hot while you giggled at the sight

“We should get started then yeah?”

💌💌💌💌

“Is it supposed to look… like a cousin affair?” JJ questioned and you chuckled at the description peering over at the missed pre-portion Jack o lantern

“It’s… unique” You tried to comfort the blonde a laugh held back in your throat as you leaned you head on his shoulder careful not not to knock over the bowl of pumpkin seeds

“Uniquely deformed” Pope mumbled a small smirk on his face as the blonde looked up at him a offended gasp resting on his lips as he lied a hand on his chest and you inched away from the pair when you saw JJs hand slip into the bowl of pumpkin guts

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shitswiftiessay · 2 months

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swifties are claiming that joe alwyn’s support of palestine is completely FAKE because he wore a shirt from a brand that supports israel. “a lot of designer clothes” and it was a SHIRT from celine. and if you really gave a fuck about that, why not cancel all the other people who went to the same event? because no one is making hundreds of millions of dollars just from having joe alwyn at their event.

i guess he’s supposed make his own fucking clothes before he goes to an event where you’re expected to wear designer? but anyway… the woman you stan just made a $75 million deal with disney and has brought in $331 million for the nfl with her little PR relationship. AND she’s befriended the owner of the KC chiefs and his daughter, made THEM a fuckton of money, which they then donate to fund republican governments.

but yeah let’s focus on joe alwyn’s celine shirt, that’s obviously far more consequential, right? he obviously only supports palestine because he wants to make taylor look bad, AS IF TAYLOR NEEDS ANY FUCKING HELP in that department. this woman does NOT CARE that she’s been used as a pawn by the NFL, and she has said absolutely nothing about the fact that her super bowl literally took place during a bombing. she KNOWS that millions of more people were tuning into the super bowl JUST to see her, and she’s said nothing about the bombings. nothing.

swifties also LIED to say that taylor pulled her movie from israel because she “supports palestine” when she did NO such thing. she don’t give a fuck about ANY of that. all she cares about is making as much money as possible.

#anti taylor swift #shit swifties say #joe alwyn

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wildlife4life · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @rainbow-nerdss @loserdiaz @cal-daisies-and-briars @diazsdimples @thewolvesof1998 and @theotherbuckley Thank you so much! I'm super excited for all your upcoming works!

Going to be honest, the biggest reason I have been working on NFL Buck so much is because my favorite team (Kansas City Chiefs) has been doing very well in the playoffs. So fair warning, if they don't make it to the Super Bowl after this Sunday, writing for that fic will probably taper off and I'll switch to another. But until then, here is another snippet from NFL Buck and I'm hopping back to the end of the dosed arc. (All things NFL Buck can be found here)

Eddie gives him a nod of encouragement and Buck takes a deep breath, then releases it along with the majority of his nerves. He turns his full attention to Athena, her head still cocked with curiosity and her eyes gleaming with intrigue. Buck saw no hint of malice and with a squeeze to his hand from Eddie, his tongue finally loosened, "Eddie and I met when I was still in college. He was one of the paramedics on hand when I was knocked unconscious by a cheap shot from an Aggy. When I came to, Eddie was hovering above me and I literally thought he was an angle." Buck chuckles, remembering the moment his eyes opened and seeing the most beautiful man with the softest brown eyes surrounded by a halo of lights. "That was the concussion." Eddie snarks, but Buck can see the light blush on his boyfriend's cheeks from the corner of his vision. After all these years and Eddie still gets flustered by Buck's enamored compliments. "Well despite the head injury, I had a very hard time forgetting him and I tracked his fine ass down at our next home game. Asked him to dinner, and besides a few bumps along the way, here we are almost ten years later." Buck finishes and flashes a small smile towards Eddie, who returns it.

"And you've kept your relationship hidden all this time?" Athena questions sounding mildly impressed, but also a little sad. Buck deflates slightly, he always does when the whole secret part of his and Eddie's relationship is brought up. "We had to, or I had to. By the time Eddie came into my life, I had put in so much work and sacrifice to be where I was. I had dreamed of playing in the NFL since I was little and football was my greatest love at the time. But I also knew that the world I wanted to be apart of wasn't the most accepting of those who don't fit in the typical heteronormative box. Being an open bi-sexual man would lessen my opportunities and could have put my mental and physical health at risk. So I stayed closeted." "Yet you made the decision to pursue a same sex relationship." He gives the police sergeant a wistful smile, "The moment I met Eddie, I felt this amazing connection and then after our first non-date date, I knew I couldn't let him go, football career be damned." Buck looks over at the man who's held his heart since he walked though Red's door, "Eddie is the one person I know will always have my back and he knows I will always have his. He has never made me choose between my childhood dream and my future ones with him and Christopher." Eddie's warm brown eyes soften through Buck's declaration and the gleam of his adoration only brightens. The hand intertwined with Buck's squeezes three times and Buck squeezes back with the same iteration. Hidden I love you's that have no lesser value than visible one's. "I don't want Buck to lose one of the biggest parts of who he is because of bigots. And I don't see hiding our relationship as a sacrifice. Loving Buck isn't a hardship and part of that love is wanting to see him happy. Playing in the NFL makes him happy. Being with me and Christopher makes him happy. He makes me happy. A few lies and secretes aren't going to diminish that." Eddie states his gaze unwavering on Buck and his chest fills tender warmth at Eddie's proclamation.

Their relationship may be a secret but its real and true. Hope you all enjoyed!

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