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Justin gives me the impression of being the type of man that says things like "Going out with this beauty, somewhat nervous. Wish me luck" after being 15 years into marriage lol

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He's really a cat person

Joe + pets 😺 🦎 🐢 🐸 🐶

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I love that he's always looking down

justin in fan selfies lmao

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Sleeping like a baby tonight. Thank you Philly

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I wish he would wear glasses more often

THE GLASSES!!!!!!!! 🥵😍

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Something I absolutely love about Joe is how he softens with kids. His voice is soothing and very calm

STOPPPP SOOO CUTE

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He's trying his best, okay?!

HIS THUMBS UP he’s so cute 😭😭😭

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I knew it ☺️

Ja’Marrs favorite person so of course he would like the post immediately😆☺️

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The best example

Fluff. Comforting Joe.

What you most feared was a reality, and you didn't know what to feel precisely.

You were numb, but something in the back of your mind was bothering you and if you closed your eyes, you could tell.

You weren't good enough.

You tried your best and failed in the process and now you couldn't stop overthinking every single thing you did in the past six months. What went wrong? Why it wasn't enough? Did you spent more time doing other things? Or you didn't have the same capacities as before?

You opened the chat with Joe, and read again the message he sent you in the morning.

"You're gonna get it, don't worry baby. I'm super proud"

You eyes started to fill with tears, and you couldn't read the message anymore. You let out a sob and sat on the couch, with your head between your hands, feeling the waves of pain and disappointment for yourself.

Why you weren't enough? What were going to do now? You thought about all the sleepless night that you spent studying, the games you missed and the events you skipped, and for what? The letter you received in the morning was simple and professional. Since you read the first words your stomach churned.

"We are sorry to inform you that..."

You weren't good enough. You weren't good enough and it hurt like hell.

You didn't want to call Joe or anyone. Instead you turn off your phone and stared at the wall until you eyelids were heavy.

"Love" you felt something brushing your cheeks. "Wake up"

You stirred awake, gentle blue eyes keep staring at you with curiosity and worry. The face of your husband was close to you, and for a moment you didn't thought about anything.

"Did you turn off your phone?" he asked, softly.

He knew. Oh, God he knew. Then, the rejection came back in full force, your chin quivered and you tried to hold back the tears.

"Joe" you whispered "I didn't..." you shook your head, insecure about what to say.

"Ssh, baby it's okay" he said, sitting down and pulling you across his lap, as if you were a child. His strong arms held your back, hugging you. "It's okay" he kissed your forehead and it was unusual for him to be this soft, but you needed it.

You cried, ugly crying. Nose dripping and sobbing uncontrollably type of crying. It made you feel ridiculous, but you couldn't stop.

"I really really want it, Joe" you spoke, "I try so hard and f-fell sh-short" you sobbed, hiding your face of the curve of his neck.

"I know, baby" his lips brushing your forehead once again. "It fucking sucks" you explained, the hiccup starting.

"I'm here, it's okay" he reassures once again. You soothe under his touch, suddenly aware where his hands were, over your thigh, gently rubbing, the other on your back making circles. Slowly, you breathing even out and you could feel the tension leaving your body. Joe's warm chest help you with that too. "You're the most intelligent woman I know, don't let a bad moment erase all you have done" he said.

"How do you do it?" you asked, your voice raspy and weak.

"What?"

"You're are a professional athlete, you try hard and sometimes you lose, I know you and I know that you dislike losing and makes you angry, but what do you think?" Joe fell silent for a few minutes, considering his answer. His voice more personal when he spoke again.

"You have the right to feel like shit" he replied his lips brushing your skin as he spoke. "But shouldn't be forever. Your life shouldn't be defined for a mistake or a fail, not if you didn't hurt anyone" he clarified. "I think that I will have the chances to make it right even if the first time didn't work as I wanted. I think about the things I can improve so next time it's less hard. My mistakes don't define every outcome of my life but sure help me to change the results"

You thought about it. Joe was always under pressure because of his profession, and he handled everything beautifully most of the times. You have seen his lows and highs, so you had a great example to follow.

"Thank you, Joe" you said, and gave him a peck.

"You're going to be fine, not now but soon" he told you, and you nodded. You believed it too.

There, in is his arms everything seemed easier.

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Alexa play "Ocean eyes" by Billie Eilish

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Dreaming about Justin's thighs and Joe's arms 😋😋🫠

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Sir, may I climb you like a tree?

Justin and his short-shorts 🫶

🎥 (c): Shannon Domingsil

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Super Boring Bowl.

No offense to the Eagles but I have lost all faith 😞

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Thanks for your service 🫡 and keeping alive the tag

As promised, here are a few of my favorite moments from Justin’s pressers this year ✨😌

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Scientists need to investigate what's wrong with Elon Musk's brain because so much stupidity in such a tiny space couldn't be possible, but it is. It's him.

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As a Mexican estoy hasta la chingada!

They nominated TWO SONGS where it looks like they used Google Translator, absolute blasphemy.

It's disrespectful that Emilia Pérez was nominated in multiple categories at the Oscars, especially when a large part of the Mexican audience has shown their discontent with that movie, and after the lead actress made unpleasant comments towards Mexicans

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What a bad day, the Chiefs won again.