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dansandoa · 11 months

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#travis meeks #90s #acoustic guitar #the maestro #alternative rock #acoustic rock #days of the new

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rainingmusic · 2 years

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Days of the New- Take me back then

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browngoblin · 2 months

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📷:evisu1991

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objs13 · 1 year

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Odell at Michael Rubin’s Super Bowl luncheon

(Feb. 10, 2023)

#odell beckham jr #michael rubin #eli manning #lil baby #robert kraft #kevin hart #travis scott #damar hamlin #meek mill #super bowl lvii #2023

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mansorus · 1 year

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#art #generationalwealth #mansorus #mental health awareness #philly #meek mill #nav #travis scott

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deadthehype · 1 year

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New month, an updated playlist to start off y'all work week. Throwbacks, new music from last month, and the songs of the Summer.

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instructionsonback · 2 years

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How can they tell me I don’t matter?

When I’m made out of matter!

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xwildlionx · 1 year

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1991diamondaries · 1 year

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#champagne papi #drake #drizzy drake #meek mill #travis scott #stephen a smith #jj watt #metro boomin

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freshthoughts2020 · 2 years

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https://music.apple.com/us/album/man-and-matter/1531882071?i=1531883211

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dansandoa · 11 months

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Get up and open your eyes Don't let yourself ever fall down... Get through it and learn how to fly... I know you will find a way Today...

#maestro #90s #days of the new #travis meeks #acoustic guitar #Youtube

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mrmaybank · 1 year

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Masterlist

Request are open. I write for male and GN reader and for all the fandoms below more will be added!

OBX

JJ Maybanks

𝓞𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 (M!READER)

John B Routledge

Kiara Carrera

Rafe Cameron

𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓘𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓿𝓮 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 (M!READER)

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

Pope Heyward

Marauders Era

Regulus Black

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lilly Evans (Potter)

Peter Pettigrew

Barty Crouch Jr

Evan Roiser

Marlene Mckinnon

Dorcas Meadows

Pandora lovegood

PJO/HOO

Nico Di Angelo

Percy Jackson

𝓑𝓪𝓭 𝓐𝓽 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝔂𝓮𝓼 (M!READER)

Annabeth Chase

Frank Zhang

Luke Castellan

Jason Grace

Piper Mclean

Will Solace

Connor Stoll

Travis Stoll

Platonic

TMR

Newt

Minho

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓮 (M!READER)

Gally

Thomas

Ben

Aris

platonic

HP

Cedric Diggory

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Oliver Wood

platonic

TBP

Finney Blake

Vance Hopper

𝓐 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓔𝓪𝓬�� 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 (GN!READER)

𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓜𝓾𝓬𝓱? (M!READER)

Bruce Yamada

Robin Arellano

Griffin Stagg

Billy Showalter

Buzz

Matty

Matt

platonic

DC

Jason Todd

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓒𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓓𝓝𝓐 (M!READER)

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 (M!READER)

Harley Quinn

Dick Grayson

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Bruce Wayne

Duke Thomas

platonic

Marvel

Tony Stark

Thor

Loki

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Bucky

Peter Parker

Platonic

IT

(i’ll do chap one and two)

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓢𝓸 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 (M!READER)

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Eddie Kaspbrak

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlon

Henry Bowers

𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓓𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 (M!READER)

Patrick Hockstetter

Victor Criss

Belch Huggins

Platonic

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Dustin Henderson

Eleven “Jane” Hopper

Eden Bingham

Platonic

Scream

(I’ve only watched the first one i’m gonna try to watch the rest throughout the week)

Stu Matcher

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Dewey Riley

Platonic

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browngoblin · 2 years

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honeycrispjamz · 30 days

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

The moon hangs high in the black sky, the smell of burnt wood and ash lingering in the cold air. They are only a few feet away from the decay of their home, their salvation, and Natalie knows they’ll have to relocate soon, especially since the ragging fire has finally fizzled out. She plays with the idea of moving towards the mountains, or retreating to the bank of the lake, but ultimately decides she will choose in the morning when her head isn't spinning.

For now, she looks out across the pile of tangled bodies and blankets, observing. Tai and Van cling to each other desperately, and Natalie vaguely remembers pictures of Pompeii in her textbook surrounded by drawn-in dicks and blacked-out text. Figures frozen in ash, only an imprint left behind. Their hands are clasped together, and Natalie wonders who's holding on tighter.

Shauna’s next to them, her back pressed flush against Tai’s— her brows furrows while she sleeps, then relaxes. In her arms is Jackie’s dress, the bottom full of dirt and ash. She still holds it close, and it feels like an invasion of privacy for Natalie to see this, even now. But she brushes the feeling aside and tells herself at least Shauna is safe for tonight. Safe and close. Lottie lies next to Shauna on the frozen ground, and she has managed to become a beacon of heat for five other girls. Mari’s face is in the crook of Lottie’s bruised shoulder, Gen wrapped around Mari’s back like moss on stone. Melissa rests against Lottie’s chest, pink hat faded and tearing around the brim. Akilah drapes across the front of Lottie’s body, her face close to Melissa’s, fingers tangled in Lottie’s faux-fur jacket.

Akilah is so young compared to the girls around her, having been the youngest of the JV girls back home already. She shouldn’t be here, Nataile thinks. She should be home, safe with the others forced to stay behind— the plane only had so many seats, after all. But Akilah was talented, fast, a juggernaut compared to the meek juniors that made up the rest of the team. Coach Martinez noticed this, noticed her and her potential, and bought her a ticket— said he wanted her to see what her future could hold if she committed to it. So, she came, and now she's damned with the rest of them.

All that goodness, all that hope for nothing. God is an abstract concept for Natalie, but this she knows for sure— he’s fucking pathetic, if he even exists. She hopes he doesn’t.

She thinks about Javi and her stomach turns. She can still taste him, still see him frail and blue on the ice. She looks down to her right, Travis curled against her thigh. He’s finally sleeping, which is a relief. He was one of the last to succumb, to let himself forget long enough to relax. He told Natalie before all this carnage that he doesn’t really dream, only sleeps. She hopes he’s somehow dreaming now, dreaming of Javi.

She hears something, someone, shift in the dark. She knows who it is, though. Misty is right on the outskirts of the pile, the moonlight unable to reach her in the shadows of the trees. Natalie can't see anything but the glow of her eyes and the soft shine of sweat on her face. She stares back at Natalie, and the look in her eyes is such a head-fuck. It screams something, but Natalie can’t make it out, can’t dig her nails in and hold on. There’s a hint of guilt, a hint of pride— maybe even a little excitement. It should disgust her.

It doesn’t, though. She can't bring herself to hate Misty, to despise her like she wants herself to. She wants all the girls— her girls, now, her responsibility to keep warm, happy, and alive— to thrive, to make something of this hellscape they're stuck in. To get what they desire, what they yearn for.

She wants that for Misty, too.

She nods her head a little, and she hopes Misty can pick it up on the small gesture from so far away. She does, and stands. She carefully steps over the girls blocking her path, making sure not to wake anyone. She cares right now, while Natalie is watching, but she knows the truth, knows the girl would gut any of them if asked. It was just a sigh away, a glance. It's overwhelming, but it makes her heart race, makes her hands shake with pure fucking power.

“Lay down,” Natalie orders, and it feels new, telling someone what to do like this.

Feels easy, too. Feels like spring, summer, a welcomed breeze that carries the scent of grass and honey with it. Misty does as told, which is expected, but Natalie doesn't take it for granted. Misty drops to her knees once she's next to Natalie, eyes wide and full of purpose. She’s awaiting her next instruction, her next act of violence to carry out. But that's not what Natalie needs from her, not now. Her eyes fall from Misty’s and down to her pink, chapped lips, only to drift back up again.

Natalie lays down with her, only a breath apart, noses tempting to knock together. She reaches out, hesitant as she tucks a stray curl out of Misty’s face. Its soft, delicate. She can’t help but cup Misty’s cheek, thumb brushing a gentle swipe under her eye. She melts into the touch, closing her eyes with a heavy exhale.

“Go to sleep,” Natalie says, and her tone is airy, lighter than she expects of herself. “It’ll be morning soon.”

Misty nods, and a moment passes before she shifts closer, grafting her body onto Natalie with an ease that feels… earned. Natalie lets her, lets her braid their bodies together like ripped cloth. Her body’s warm, and despite the months they’ve spent in the wilderness, Natalie swears Misty smells of mint, clean.

“Nat?” Misty breathes out into the crook of Natalie’s neck. “I don't… feel guilty about saving you.”

“I know.”

“Are you mad?”

The question almost makes her laugh. Yes, no. Those words felt like nothing to her, felt empty. Instead, she pulls Misty closer, rubbing reassuring circles over the small of her back. She summons all of her courage, all of her softness, and kisses Misty on her halo of curls, lips dragging down little by little till they are pressed to the smooth skin of Misty’s forehead. After a few minutes, Misty’s breathing evens out, and Natalie shifts a little to stare up at the sky.

The moon feels bigger now, closer, watching.

Natalie takes trust in it, lets herself slowly slip through the dirt and snow till she is nowhere to be found, only a whisper in the wind. The moon keeps its promise, and shines down on the girls, encapsulating all their pain and sorrow in a blue glow like nothing else.

In the morning, they will have to face the harsh reality of what they have been left with, but for now, they are safe, and that's all that Natalie wants.

She dreams of pink, blonde curls, cinnamon.

#this is so much longer then what i planned oops #strawbabyjams writes #fanfiction #yellowjackets #mistynat #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #shauna shipman #van palmer #taissa turner #lottie matthews #travis martinez

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mansorus · 1 year

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Travis Scott once said :

Never go far with no bitch with no condoms

Unless they can cover the lease on my Beamer

#art #generationalwealth #mansorus #mental health awareness #philly #houston #meek mill #travis scott

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scolbert22 · 1 year

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Tutor's Pet

@brandedx2 requested "BRAWNY FOOTBALL PLAYER IN A HAMSTER CAGE PLEASE" (Talk about microfiction lol)

Grant was a little apprehensive about being the new tutor for the football team, but Coach Anthony had hardly given him a choice in the matter. Them short, sandy haired otter was kind of a pushover, and the older man had sensed weakness in him. Long story short, there he was, knocking Tank's door.

Travis "Tank" O'Neil was a 6'5, 310 pound offensive lineman. He had a fiery copper mohawk, with a heavy brow and beard to match. He was the terror of the English department, as he was both barely literate, and mean as hell. He'd sent more than one tutor to the ER. The towering behemoth was wearing his green and white jersey and a pair of jeans when he opened the door roughly, his eyeline high above Grant's head. He looked down, regarding his next punching bag.

Grant Conners was about 5'6, he had wide blue eyes hidden behind large glasses, and a sandy goatee. in his college sweater, khakis, and high tops painted the picture of a meek bookworm.

"You the one who's gonna keep me from failing?" Tank grunted down at him in his rumbling voice.

"Uh...w-well I am certainly going to do my best!" Grant chirped up with an optimism he did not feel.

Tank laughed cruelly. "Well you better do more than try, little man. 'less you want me to rearrange that pretty little face." he reached down with one of his baseball mitt hands and pinched the little guy's cheek. Grant cringed in pain.

As he followed his charge in, Grant noticed that he was drinking from a plastic bottle of green liquid. It seemed to glow in the light. He noticed that the outside of the bottle was covered in some Cyrillic language, but he couldn't be sure what.

He sat down on a rickety chair across from Tank's bed, where the giant took his seat with a manly grunt. Pulling Jane Eyre out of his bag, He tried to make some pleasant conversation to ease his way in.

"Oh what are you drinking?" He smiled brightly.

"It's some shit I found on the body building forums, supposed to make me swole as fuck." He grunted before downing the last of it. "Shit's not FDA approved but I can already feel it giving me more energy- BWWWARRRP" The ginger goliath belched loudly in his tutor's face.

"Oh! Uh, alright!" Not sure what to say, he pushed forward. "Well, Coach says that you're struggling in your English lit class. Are you struggling with the archaic language? Or is it more the themes of the novel?"

"I don't struggle with anything runt. I'm a champion." Tank growled. "The problem is that it's boring as shit, Who cares about this lame bitch wandering around a stupid old house?" The giant burped again, even longer this time. Grant turned away, trying to hid his disgust. As he did, he noticed a wire cage with a large water bottle hanging from it.

"Oh do you have a hamster?" He tried valiantly to change the subject.

"Had one. Then it bit me." Tank smirked, looking toward the open window. Grant gulped.

"Ah! I see! Well, back to Jane Eyre-" He started, but he was cut off by another explosive belch. He regarded the gassy lineman across from him. Were his clothes looking a little....looser?

"Travis, are you feeling okay?"" he asked.

"My name is BRAAAAAAWWWWP Tank you fuckin cumstain. And I've BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWP never felt better." Tank did his est to menace his tutor, but the uncontrollable burping undermined it somewhat. Additionally, Grant was sure now that Tank was getting smaller. They were nearly eye-level now, and Grant had an experiment he wanted to try.

He reached forward, quick as a flash, and placed his hand on the center of Tank's musclegut. He pressed firmly.

"What the fuck are you doing you little- BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWP!" Tank roared, and belched helplessly against the pressure his would-be victim applied to his solid tummy. He shrank more rapidly now, his feet dangling from the side of the bed. He leapt up in an attempt to tower over Grant, shouting "Quit it dickhead!" This posturing backfired immediately.

The dwindling ginger realized that the top of his head barely reached Grant's chin. His jeans slid to the floor, leaving him in his oversized jersey and his lucky jockstrap.

Grant's eyes lit up. "Well, what's this?" He laughed, peeling the jersey off his pasty, freckled body and tossing it to the floor. He grabbed both sides of the jock and lifted him up like he was in a bungie swing. "How's the weather down there?"

Tanks legs kicked helplessly as he bounced in his dingy jock. "Stop it dude, please!" His voice was higher now, and a twinge of fear had replaced the cocky aggression.

Grant laughed in reply, poking his gut merrily. "Boop!" He declared in a sing song voice.

Tank replied with a belch that rose a few octaves as his size dwindled from "underdeveloped freshman" to "chunky housecat". He dangled helplessly, looking like he was about to cry.

"Please man, I'm beggin' you!" He whimpered, sniffling.

"You know, my friend Michael begged too, when you pushed him downstairs and broke his leg." Grant growled, slapping his belly pink.

The ricochet of burps that followed caused him shrink

down,

down.

He finally settled at about 6 inches tall.

Finally, he felt less bloated.

the former giant curled up in the musky pouch of his own jock, whimpering and blubbering pathetically.

Grant laughed, carrying him over to the vacant hamster cage.

"Don't worry little fella! I'm a much better pet owner than you!" He dumped the naked jock into the enclosure, tossing the jock on top of his discarded clothes. "Now run on that wheel until I say stop, or I'll give you the hamster treatment."

The red faced little man didn't need telling twice. He got up to his feet immediately, panting and whimpering in fear. His squeaky little voice breathlessly shouting "Yes Sir"s and "Please don't hurt me!"s.

Grant kicked back in the giant's old bed. He was just about to finish out the rest of their tutoring session watching his new little pet when there was a stern knock at the door.

Frantically, Grant leapt to his feet. He grabbed the jersey off the floor and draped it over his jock cage, kicking the rest of his clothes under the bed. In his haste, he caught his toe on the minifridge door, knocking it open and biting his finger to prevent from crying out. He hobbled quietly toward the door.

Glancing through the peephole, he saw Coach Anthony. The greying muscle bear was in his track jacket and short shorts, checking his watch impatiently with his cold, silvery eyes.

"Tank, you better not be pulverizing another one of those little geeks, or its 20 laps for you!" the gruff man shouted through the door.

Glancing around in panic, Grant's eyes settled on the minifridge he'd kicked open. It was full to the brim with bottles of that strange black market drink. A grin spread across his face. He opened the door.

"Hello Coach! Travis is in the bathroom, but he's really taking to the material!"

Coach looked unconvinced. "Really?" he snorted. "I've never seen Tank take to anything that didn't involve tackling a freshman."

"Well, I don't want to brag but I really think that he's turned over a brand new leaf! Why don't you stay a minute and see? Can I get you something to drink?"

Coach considered for a moment. "Ah why the hell not! Why don't you toss me one of them Gatorades in the fridge? Tank's a big boy, but he won't miss one."

#male tf #shrinking man #macro/micro

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