Then and now Thursday with mafia Steve and his ballerina please

Then:

“I’m going to marry you. Its not a weak promise, its not a silly little dream. It is a vow, and its a vow I’m going to see to completion.” His hands trapped you in, holding you against the wall while your wide and almost fearful eyes had poured into his.

“Steve-” your voice shook, your hands trembling by your sides, the party was in full swing but to you everything was dull and dim. “Please-“

“Go ahead and enjoy the party, little ballerina. Enjoy your last few days of freedom because the day I take over…” he leaned in and brushed his lips against your ear. “…you’re mine.”

“I am not yours!” You squeaked, gaining a bout of strength to slam your hands against his chest, barely pushing him back enough to slip from under him. “I will never be your wife!”

“We’ll see.”

Now:

“My favourite canvas.” Steve drew his fingers against your belly, a slow smile growing on his face as he dipped back into the paint and stroked your flesh.

“Steve,” you spoke his name with a gasp as movement in your belly caught both your attention, “you’re stirring our baby.”

“Hello beautiful,” Steve whispered to your child, continuing painting a picture on your baby bump, “mama’s not sitting still.”

“You’re taking too long.” You chided, sticking out your tongue at him. “What are you designing anyway?”

“Not for you to see yet, little ballerina.” Steve kissed your bump, whispering against you. “Sunshine, you are my sunshine-“

“-my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray.” You sung along with him, drawing your hand through his hair. “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Rogers.”

Swapping tips on how to be a bestie in the bath.

Happy jewish wizard wednesday

i always knew he was going to be the sexiest doctor (who) ever but WOAH.......

#choose your remix 😅

You happen upon two renowned public figures about to smooch on a bench in the gardens…wyd?

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i think the japan update of the f1 silly season post may in fact be the thing that kills me. this is all for you all.

Then and now Thursday - Cowboy Curtis and Snowbird. Maybe show them feeling alone for then and for now they're together

Then:

Your apartment was empty, boxes packed up and sorted. You stood in the empty space that you’d once made your own with a sort of wistfulness hanging on the edge of your emotional state. You were going to embark on something new, you were going to move from your bustling city life to the clutches of Montana, set to marry a man you’d never seen in real life.

Images and letters could be doctored, you knew this. You knew that there was no real guarantee that Curtis Everett, your future husband, was or would be as captivating in real life as he was in person.

But you tired of traditional dating, you were tired of men your own age being ungrateful and skeevy creeps. You’d been on one too many dates with the same kind of man, and you were over it.

Your loneliness bred into desperation. Your unrelenting desire to be with someone who wanted you as much as you wanted them had led you to Curtis Everett. A man who was the definition of a silverfox, was going to be your husband.

It was an unnerving process that had you feeling simultaneously anxious and excited.

Curtis Everett was either going to be your best made choice or your greatest regret. Regardless, you were all in.

Now:

“Soft,” Curtis mumbled into your ear, his arms holding you against his body as he hummed, “how can you be so soft?”

“We should get up, we have things to do-“

“No.” He cut you off gently, his lips trailing up and down the back of your neck, his legs intertwined with yours as he breathed you in. “No, we should stay here.”

“Curtis,” you squirmed against him, your hands gripping his forearms as he rocked his hips against you, “we can’t stay in bed all day having sex-“

“Its breeding season, Mrs. Everett.” Curtis’ tone took a sudden and sharp animalistic edge, and you shivered against him. “I have hands out there helping the horses breed, but you…I have to handle you myself.”

“Curtis are you-“ you fell silent, your protest falling to a whine as he pushed his cock inside you, filling you to the brim. “Oh fuck-“

“Yes, snowbird. We are going to fuck. We’re going to fuck until you’re full of my seed.” Curtis began rocking his hips, thrusting into you. “Like I said…its breeding season.”

wingman

so uh

for 1. most people are gonna take advantage of black friday and wont see your specific niche tumblr post, I hate to say it

2. the us isnt running out of money for war any time soon, so...

3. this is just antisemitism???????? all we need is some (((echoes))) around the us and israel and then I'd have no reason to suspect otherwise from op...............

this is kit, please commission some art from them on social bunny 🙏

[ID: Digital art of Jon Sims from TMA, in childhood, season one, and season five. First, he is shown as a young boy with glasses and dark, curly hair, around which tendrils of spider silk from the background are wrapped. He is looking up towards the viewer with an apprehensive expression. Text above his head, woven into a spiderweb, says “thesis”. Next, Jon is shown in season one, with slightly greying and receding hair, and different glasses. He is looking into the middle distance, one eyebrow raised. Text written into the magnetic tape that swirls around him says “antithesis”. Lastly, Jon is shown at some point in season five: his curly hair is now long and silver, floating supernaturally around him as his eyes glow vivid red. His mouth hangs open slightly, and one lens of his glasses is shattered in a way that resembles a spiderweb. Written into his hair, which fades into the magnetic tape and spider silk that curls around all three iterations, is the word “synthesis”. End ID.]

thought too hard about jon again incident