#“tanner your so cool”

[gender-ihardlyknower]

no one understands the relationship I have between doomed Roblox yaoi screenshots and mitski

[charlotteandthechocolatefactory]

i felt inspired

(original under cut)

[benjingle]

Shitpost please don't take it seriously

[thecoolestcowboy]

he’s literally not a kissboy you freak

[thefantasticjourneytoozfan]

Aw shucks

[cannibaldetective]

[jakesterling]

guys.....

Drew's not a kissboy 🤕

[cassandralexxx]

im on this side of TikTok rn:

[ch3rr13numberjack]

"Tanner your so cool"

"IM NOT A KISSBOY"

need a novel abt these bitches

[zzineedsleepzz]

Random shit post

Reference:

[musicallyiinclined]

The strap of Joel's bag slips from his shoulder, tugging at his arm as he reaches into the pocket of his coat. After the eight-hour flight and the rush from the airport, he wasn't sure if he'd remembered to take his phone off airplane mode, but the phone call answers one question. Or make that two questions, he thinks as he catches a glimpse of the name at the top of the screen.

Swinging his carry-on back over his shoulder, he changes the hand that is on the suitcase and adjusts the phone before tapping the accept button. "Hey, I--" Someone walking the opposite way along the sidewalk has to sidestep his bags, and he waves apologetically before continuing to the front of the building. "Sorry. Hey! Happy almost New Year. Or... happy New Year's Eve? I guess?" Chuckling, Joel glances up to make sure he has the right address. All at once, the anticipation rises to the surface, but he would hate to ruin the surprise now after having put so much time into planning the trip. "So... three days, huh?"

Joel's voice coming over the line instantly lifts his spirits, and he smiles in amusement as he listens to his greeting. It's a bit chaotic, but it's still the best thing Tanner has heard since the last time they spoke. "Nobody wishes anyone either of those things, J. It's just happy New Year starting at like, Christmas." He leans his head back against the couch, still smiling as he stares up at the ceiling. "And hey. What's it like in the future? Do we have flying cars yet?" Tanner wonders who Joel rang in the New Year with. Whoever it was must be gone now, because the background is quiet on his end. "Three days," he agrees, feeling the ache of loneliness once more. "I wish you were here now. Kissing your picture at midnight isn't going to be the same," he jokes half-heartedly.

[stupidconfettieater]

i got bored in online class uuuhhhhhh

[dinosuarm]

Ok gaystripe

[sunrizef1]

Always

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader

Authors Note: wrote this in an hour after crying about the second Williams seat lmao (dying inside)

Summary: You’ll always love Logan

Word Count: 1.2k

“I love you.”

Logan glances up from his book to look at you sat across from him, leaning back onto the sand of the beach below you. He looks at you for a few moments, the words taking a second to register.

“I love you too,” he says finally, a blush dusting his cheeks.

You hum happily, flopping down onto your back. You tilt your sunglasses over your closed eyes, attempting to shield your face from the bright beach sun. You don’t notice how Logan’s gaze lingers on you for a few moments, a small smile on his sun-tanned face.

His gaze eventually returns to his book as you continue to lay on a towel, letting the sun darken your skin.

About an hour later, you’re just about to drift off when you hear the rustling of paper from next to you. You peak an eye open to see Logan closing his book as he shifts from his stance, moving to lay down next to you.

His toned arms shift to allow his head to rest on his clasped hands, his arms bowing out to the sides. You move your head so he doesn’t accidentally elbow you and you eventually decide to roll over, having had enough sun on your stomach.

“Logan?” You pipe up quietly after a few moments of resting on your front, moving your head back toward him.

He hums in response and you go to speak again, “Can you sunscreen my back please?”

He glances toward you to see your gaze on him and your back facing the sun, nodding with a small smirk. You knew he’d agree, he was too kind not to.

You watch him lean away, admiring the way his muscles ripple under the tanned skin of his back and arms. He leans back toward you, bottle of sunscreen in hand. You let out a pleased breath, turning your head back away as he hovers over you.

You feel the sand shift from where his knees rest on either side of you, a few grains sticking to your sticky skin. He massages the sunscreen into your back and shoulders, his strong hands releasing the tension from your muscles with each moment and causing you to let out a happy hum.

He does eventually finish, rolling off of you and throwing the bottle of sunscreen to the side with a thump. You shift your shoulders, admiring the feeling of your relaxed muscles and the memory of your boyfriend’s touch on your skin.

“Thank you.”

You hear him huff a laugh, “Anytime.”

You smirk at his response. As you both lay out in the sun, relaxing, Logan’s hand eventually drifts to your lower back, his fingers gently drawing small shapes into the exposed skin. The light touch actually causes you to drift off, the quiet of the lonely beach combined with the feeling of safety that comes with being next to your boyfriend soothing you into slumber.

You’re awoken by Logan’s hand gently tapping your shoulder a few times. You take a deep breath, trying to catch your bearings and wake up fully. You pry your eyes open, looking over toward Logan to see why he’d woken you up.

“The suns setting, thought you’d want to see it.”

You smile warmly, love filling you at how well your boyfriend knows you. You sit up, shifting into a sitting position so you can see the sunset on the water in front of you. Logan stretches out an arm toward you, beckoning you into his grasp. You move into his hold, leaning back against his, now even tanner, chest. His warm skin provides a bit of respite from the quickly cooling air around you.

His arm wraps around your waist, his hand resting loosely against your stomach. You grasp his hand loosely between both of yours, messing with his fingers passively. Your gaze follows the line of his arm up to his face, his eyes looking out toward the sky. You know you should be looking at the beauty of nature in front of you but you find yourself more entranced by the beauty of the man behind you.

Sensing your eyes on him, Logan looks down to you and your eyes shoot up back toward the sun, face heating as you try and fight your smile. You see him smile out of the corner of your eye as well.

You both sit in each others hold for a while, conversation flowing lightly as you bask in the rapidly dimming shine of the sun.

Once the sun’s mostly set below the distant waves, the sky darkening as the stars come out to shine in their own intricate pattern, you turn around to wrap your arms around Logan’s neck. He laughs at the sudden movement, his arms jumping to embrace you and wrap around your waist. Without the support of his arm behind him and the force of you leaning on top of him, Logan falls back onto the sand, you going down with him.

You both laugh at the impact, heads tilting back in humor. You stop laughing first, eyes drifting toward your lovers face. His eyes crinkle at the corners from the weight of his smile shifting them up. His lips turn upwards to contribute to his smile, the skin red from how much he’d dug his teeth into them. His blue eyes shine even brighter under the light of the rising moon, rivaling even the shine of the stars above.

He catches your gaze on him, looking back toward your grin above him. He notices the admiring look on your face and he quirks an eyebrow with a soft smile, “What?”

You blush, eyes dragging across his face again, “Nothing, just love you.”

He takes a second to react to your words but when he does, a huge grin graces his face, “Love you too.”

You’re locked into the loving gaze for a half a second but you grin in response, leaning down to press a soft kiss onto his lips. His hand reaches to grasp the side of your face, his head pushing off the sand slightly in order to lean into the kiss.

You lean back from the kiss after a few moments, rolling onto the sand next to him. His arm intertwined around your shoulder as you lean your head against his chest. Your mind soars as pure happiness and love course through your chest.

As you lay in the sand, under the night sky and next to the love of your life, you’re sure that, no matter what the future holds for you, you want to spend it with the man next to you. You’d be happy to live out your days doing nothing but enjoying the life you get to live with him by your side, basking in the beauty of life, just as you were doing now. You’d give up everything just to be able to be with him forever.

And as Logan thought of the future, he thought the same, exact, thing.

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Tags: @evie-119 @casperlikej

[murdrdocs]

II most wanted.

slightly suggestive content; implied oral (f receiving) southern!luke w/ LUKE CASTELLAN

thinking about riding shotgun with luke in a beat up truck, the one thing his father left for him. that one good and worthy thing his father left for him. refusing to see that his father could do good, luke believes that the chipped powder blue chevy, sweetly named jolene, was his doing, not his father. luke has worked tirelessly to take the hunk of clunk into something worthwhile. something he loves.

you're sitting in the passenger seat for once and not in the center. your head was previously laying on the crotch of luke’s faded blue jeans, but you now sit with your head resting on the headrest, your lower half at a slightly awkward angle to allow your feet to dangle out of the window. it feels good enough to ignore the cramp in your side and the pain in your lower back.

there's some song playing through the speakers of the truck. you've heard it enough times to hum along to it, but your stubbornness keeps you from asking for the name. luke sings along too, his voice a nice mix of smooth and scratchy in ways he can't control, but it still makes a beautiful symphony. his fingers thump against the worn leather of the steering wheel in time with the beats, adding in a few drum fills in between that you can easily see him replicating on his set in his detached garage.

the road in front of you is desolate. a windy backroad that he knows as well as the back of his hands. it's a two laner, meant for luke's truck and another to pass by each other without a second glance. but at this time in the evening, most people are home with their families, leaving the road all alone for you and luke. he drives in the center, the large wheels of his truck and the lifted cab making you feel like you're on a throne. like you're invincible as luke's truck straddles the weathered yellow center line.

you don't know where you're heading. maybe the diner just on the outskirts of town, shealy's. that one that always hosts truck drivers that are either too kind for their own heart, or too misguided when they try to mess with you, completely unknowing of the substance foreign to their feeble brains coursing through luke's veins. (on the nights where luke lost control, when the wrath got control of him, you would be the one to tend to his shiner and hide him in your room until he was unscarred enough to face his worrying mother.)

you turn to face him, watching his overgrown curls whip around his face from the wind. he's a little tanner, a distinct farmers tan on his arms from the work he's picked up over the summer. he's a little buffer too, surely from the way he's been working both on mr. sease’s land throughout the week and in his mother's garden on sunday's, a place he previously hadn't frequented much but he's been going there more since you encouraged it.

you take your feet out from the window to nudge your big toe into luke's thigh, gathering his attention. he slows to a stop sign, in the right lane this time, and turns the volume down enough to hear you.

he hums, turning to look at you with something so particular to him in his eyes. lovesick, your brain tells you. but the thought makes you turn all giggly and you try to hide your smile.

there isn't anyone else at the four way stop, so luke sits and takes his time. he looks at you. he's looking at you. your stomach turns and you suddenly really need a coke or sweet tea to cool you down.

"shealy’s?" you ask, your voice a little hopeful even though it doesn't need to be. it's rare that luke denies you of anything, especially the banana pudding that he knows you like at the diner.

"'course," he tells you. "your mom's not cooking tonight?"

you know how much luke loves your mom's cooking. but tomorrow is sunday, and he'll have more food than he knows what to do with by then.

you shake your head.

"shealy's it is then." he turns to face the road, places a hand over your calf, and speeds towards the diner.

later in the night, when you're back at your place and luke is ready to spend yet another night with you, you kiss him with a banana pudding flavored tongue. you're loaded up on hearty food and too-sweet treats, a quarter full container of banana pudding in the fridge and a half finished milkshake on your nightstand as testaments. it was originally luke's, but what's his is yours at this point in your relationship.

the pressure in your stomach makes you feel a little sick, but the desire deep in your abdomen and the sudden emptiness between your legs prevails past the food-induced pain. you straddle his hips, much like how you were positioned not too long ago in his truck. but the freedom of space in your bed allows for more range of motion. the space of your bed allows luke to lay you on your back, and slide down between your legs.

still, it's really nothing unlike what you've been able to do in the cab of his truck, too.

[c0eu4]

OP81 | Spider | Blurb

oscarpiastri x fem!reader

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower, but you're disturbed by a horrible spider.

Warning: spider description!!!

A/n: I struggle to write that because spiders are my number one phobia and just thinking about it is killing me.

MASTERLIST requests are close

The heat of Australia knocks you down a little more each day and the nights are real hell. Between Oscar sticking to you, because he's used to it, and the mosquitoes who are attacking you, you thought you were at the end of your rope.

You step into the bathroom, ready to take a cold shower, in a hope to cool yourself down. You tie your hair into a horrible bun and look at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds. Your skin is much tanner, but still not used to the harsh sun of the southern equator. You run your hand over your face and notice how oily and rough it is. You remove your clothes, careful not to touch the areas where your skin is red, burning. You leave them on the ground, near those that Oscar left the day before, and you turn towards the shower.

As you were about to go inside, your whole body froze. So this hell will never end? You take a long look at the horrible black and hairy creature that is at the bottom of the bathtub. Its eight legs are frozen to the ground and its eyes are fixed on you. Neither you nor the spider dare to move. Your heart beats fast and you feel your legs start to shake. You open your mouth but nothing comes out, as if your voice is blocked. Then, finally, as the spider begins to walk towards you, a shrill cry finally escapes from your throat.

You walk backwards desperately, until your back meets the wall. Your eyes never leave the spider as you feel this horrible feeling of a spider walking all over your body.

''OSCAAAAR'' You scream a second time, hoping your boyfriend can hear you across the big house. In less than a minute, someone opens the door in a big 'boum' and Oscar takes you in his arms to move you away.

''Y/n! You're ok!?'' He places both hands on your cheeks and turns your head to either side, as if to check if you have any injury. ''Why did you scream? Are you in pain? Did you fall?'' He debited his words, as if the end of the world has fallen on you.

''Spider..'' Is all you manage to say, still in shock from the big hairy bug you just saw.

''Spider?'' Repeat Oscar, with a once of worries in his eyes.

Oscar isn't really afraid of spiders. He is accustomed. But just knowing it's a spider doesn't help much. It can be a black widow or a small house spider.

He wraps your towel around you, to prevent you from catching a cold (even if the heat in the room definitely prevents you from it.) and heads towards the bathtub.

He starts giggling when he sees the 'little' spider at the bottom of the bathtub, desperately trying to get out.

''What are you doing there...'' He starts talking to the spider while grabbing it by its two back legs.

''WHAT THE HELL OSCAR!?'' You scream as he shows you the spider with a smirk. ''It's a Huntsman. They are harmless.''

''AH HUNTSMAN!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?'' The horrible creature starts moving in all directions and tries to get out of the grip of Oscar's fingers but can do nothing.

The Australian uses his other hand to open the bathroom window and places the spider on the sill. It takes the opportunity to run and hide in the bushes below.

''Welcome in Australia, honey.'' He giggled again and leaned to hug her but she walked back.

''Wash your hand before touching me, I don't wanna have baby spiders on my skin.'' Oscar rolls his eyes and quickly runs his hands under the water before forcing you into a hug. You struggle slightly but eventually let yourself go and he kisses your forehead.

''Go take that shower, my mum and sis want to show you Sidney.'' You groan slightly but he finally lets go of you and leaves the bathroom to give you your moment of privacy alone.

Tagg: @millinorrizz