#Bby Oscar;;

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[cupboard slams] Robin: Stop trying to make me feel better-.. I don’t want asthma! Oscar: Well.. I don’t want arthritis either, but I’m getting it. Robin: But you’re old. Courtney: Honey-… Robin: I don’t wanna be comforted right now! Wren: OooOOooh, Robin’s in a moOoOOod. Oscar: Wren, shut-… [knocking] Oscar: Make yourself useful n’ answer the door. Byrd: ‘Cause your crippled fingers can’t open it anymore? Courtney: The lot of you are on thin ice. … Levi: Nice skirt, squirt. Wren: Shut the fuck up. Courtney: WREN! Wren: SORRY-.. not sorry. Levi: You should be. Wren: I said what I said, pizza face. Levi: Wow, okay. Wren: Robin’s sulking in his room. Levi: He’ll put you out of a job if you’re not careful.

[acrosstobear]

🧡🥰🧡🥰🧡🥰

[livetogether--diealone]

OSCAR, race reaction - MIAMI GP 24

[fyeaheddiemunson]

To think that he can go from this nervous lost puppy on the red carpet to possibly being a nominee in one years time is absolutely insane

[rwby-confess]

Confession #62

[ihaveanaversiontodecisions]

the way that the newest malevolent episode is objectively the tamest we've had in a while but still managed to cause such deep emotional damage that I felt physically sick is honestly impressive

[slythereen]

the really terrible quality video of charles congratulating max… someone said he was first outside of rbr and i believe it with the way he AMBUSHED MAX???? 😭 sharl

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Look at this lil cutie

Daniel Craig in the Queer (2024) trailer

[sagesolsticewrites]

Come and Kiss Me

Anto takes you as his date to the Oscars. Things get very soft and veryyyy spicy

Warnings: mature content (fingering, PinV penetration, hand kink), first time, swearing

Word count: 2.5k

a/n: happy Oscars day y’all!! Hoping our boy Anto will be there, but if he’s not… at least we’ll have this 🥰 (also. this was entirely prompted by @winniemaywebber and I losing our minds over Anto’s chest hair and then losing our minds over it again in relation to the below gif so everyone say thank you Winnie <3) edit: this was supposed to be posted on Sunday but was postponed due to extenuating circumstances!

playlist for this fic by the ever wonderful @winniemaywebber ily bestie <3

Masterlist

As you fiddle with the fabric of your dress — definitely one of the nicest things you’ve ever worn— your gaze drifts over to your boyfriend for about the tenth time that night.

Your gaze scans over him hungrily, taking in the pristine black suit that fits him perfectly, clean lines molding to his figure in a way that makes your knees weak. The best part, however, is his stylist continuing the tradition of leaving the top few buttons undone, revealing a patch of chest hair that you couldn’t look away from if you tried.

“Darling?” Anthony asks, waving his hand in front of your face to get your attention, “Everything alright? It’s… I know this is a big thing, and—”

You blink back from ogling him, leaning over to silence him with a kiss.

“I’m fine, my love. It’s just the Oscars.” You joke as you pull away, sending thanks up to whatever makeup deity made your lipstick every type of water-food-and-smudge-proof; including, apparently, kiss-proof.

The Oscars. Your boyfriend was attending the Oscars, and bringing you along as his date— the first time he’d ever brought you to any kind of event like this. You were in the car on your way there and you still couldn’t quite believe it.

“‘Just the Oscars’,” he repeats playfully, brown eyes sparkling, “Not a big deal at all. Seriously, though,” his tone becomes genuine as he smiles softly at you, “thank you so much for coming with me, my love. I know it’s a little nerve-wracking, but… it truly means the world to me.”

“I’ll do anything I can to support you, Ant. You know that,” you reply softly, “This is an absolutely huge night for you, and I’m honored to be by your side for it.”

His face lights up with a grin and he presses a kiss to your cheek, careful not to smudge your makeup.

He squeezes your hand three times — “I love you”— as you pull up to the entrance of the Dolby Theater, a cacophony of shouting and flashes erupting as the paps note a new arrival.

He helps you out of the car, taking a moment while his back is to the photographers to meet your eyes, a silent check-in.

You take a deep breath and nod, giving him a soft smile, which he returns as he turns and leads you onto the red carpet.

It’s absolute chaos, but you do your best to smile and pose, your boyfriend effortlessly guiding you along. You step to the side when the photographers shout for some solo shots of Anto, and he shoots you a playful wink as you watch him pose, some decidedly not Oscars-appropriate thoughts coming to mind as you watch his elegant fingers adjusting his hair and fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves. 

He’s pulled aside for several interviews along the way, and never fails to introduce you as “my beautiful girlfriend,” making your smile grow impossibly wider as he gushes about how incredible you look and how much you’ve supported him over the course of his career.

Finally, finally, the two of you make it into the theater. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “You did so good, sweetheart. The hard part’s over, now.”

“I have no idea how you do that by yourself,” you tease, forcing down the butterflies that erupt in your stomach at his proximity. Not the time.

“I just think about getting to come home to you when it’s over,” he replies, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as you find your seats.

— — — 

You’re unbelievably giggly by the time the two of you finally get home, despite the fact that the single glass of champagne you’d had should’ve worn off long before. No, it’s not the champagne you’re drunk on; it’s the excitement of the night, the pride you feel being on Anthony’s arm at such a prestigious event, the way he kept looking at you as if you were the only person worth looking at in that crowd of A-list celebrities.

“Darling,” Anthony mumbles against your lips between kisses as the two of you stumble through the entrance to your apartment, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it into a corner, “Have I told you how fucking stunning you look tonight?”

You let out an utterly contented, toe-curling sigh as his lips trail down to your jaw, your neck, and back up again.

“I don’t know, honey,” you say breathlessly, fingers raking through his artfully mussed curls, “I don’t think you have, maybe you should tell me again just to be safe?”

“You look,” he begins, smiling against your mouth, and scatters kisses to every part of skin he can reach— your neck, your ear, your cheeks, your shoulders— as he showers you with compliments, “absolutely radiant, gorgeous, beautiful, stunning—” your breath hitches as he pauses by your ear to hiss “absolutely delectable.”

You can’t quite hold in the gasp that escapes you as he punctuates those words with a light graze of his teeth against your skin, drawing a delicious shiver up your spine.

“Ant—” you whine, his name the only word in your head as your senses fill with him: his teeth and lips on your skin, hands gripping your waist, his heart beating rapidly under your hand as you rest it on his chest, your other hand in his hair and the sweet, warm scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.

“Sweetheart, I know—” he pauses, pulling back so he can see your face, his voice breathless but serious as he continues, “I know we… haven’t, yet, but I— God, I want you, I want you so badly, darling…”

Your toes curl as you take in his pretty brown eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them, pupils blown wide with desire. The two of you have gotten handsy plenty of times, of course, but… haven’t gone all the way yet.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do,” he assures you softly, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, “but I so badly want to show you how much you mean to me. Let me make love to you, sweet girl.”

Your hand, still lingering on his chest, toys with the soft curls of his chest hair just visible under his unbuttoned shirt, your shy gaze meeting his. You just got home from the Oscars, your adoring boyfriend showering you with affection and compliments and kisses even after one of the biggest nights of his life. If there was ever a time to act on your desires…

You pull him in for a sweet kiss, arms winding around his neck, nodding frantically as he pulls away, “Yes— yes, honey I want to, I— I want you.”

Anthony lets out a groan, crashing his mouth to yours, hands wandering all over you as if that were all the permission he needed. His fingers linger near the zipper of your dress, pulling away briefly to check for your consent before tugging it down, revealing the simple lace bra and panty set you’d chosen for tonight.

“Jesus fuck, angel,” he groans at the sight, “You’re fucking perfect.”

He mouths hot kisses in a trail from your shoulder up your neck, hoisting you into his arms effortlessly as his lips return to yours, your squeak of surprise muffled by his mouth.

He carries you over to the bed, laying you down as gently as if you were made of glass.

“How do you want it, sweetheart?” Anthony says softly, his breath hot against your cheek as he hovers over you, “You want my mouth first?” A cheeky glint appears in his eye as his fingertips trace patterns all over your skin, “My fingers?”

His teasing smile grows wider at the whimper you fail to bite back.

“Knew it,” he murmurs, fingers tracing lightly over your stomach, “You’ve been staring at my hands all night, sweet girl— don’t try to deny it,” he scolds playfully as you open your mouth to defend yourself, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want.”

He scans your face for permission and, at your jerky nod, dips his fingers below the waistband of your panties.

“Oh,” you keen as his fingers brush over the coarse curls between your legs to drag through your increasingly damp folds, Anthony’s breath leaving him in a huff when he feels just how wet you are.

“Fuck, baby” he breathes, entranced by the way your eyes flutter as his fingers glide along your core, “All this for me?”

You nod, squirming against him, trying to get his fingers where you want them as he remains frustratingly just outside you.

“So needy,” he teases, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

You gasp as he slides one finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out.

Anthony swears softly as he speeds up, the come hither motion making your hips arch off the bed, “You’re so tight, angel.”

His name tumbles from your lips in a moan as he adds a second finger, the tension building in your core.

“Ant— Gonna make me—”

His fingers brush a soft, spongy spot inside you, and you cry out as his thumb circles your clit gently, that simple motion pushing you over the edge.

You come down from your high, chest heaving, just in time to see your boyfriend gently pull his soaked fingers out of you and pop them into his mouth, moaning at the taste.

“Oh my fucking god, you’re gonna kill me,” you whine at the sight.

Anthony chuckles at your dramatics, pulling you close for a hungry kiss as his hands travel along your body.

You fumble with the remaining buttons on his shirt, then move to tug at his belt.

“Wanna see you,” you gasp into his mouth, “Please.”

His breath hitches as your fingers brush the prominent bulge under his slacks.

“Fuck, okay, baby, just let me—”

You prop yourself up onto your elbows to take in the view as he scrambles off you, shucking off his shirt and pants.

His eyes lock on yours as his boxers come off next, his length springing free, already leaking from the tip.

It takes you a moment to remember how to breathe in the middle of removing your panties.

“Oh my god,” you murmur under your breath as he approaches you once more.

You feel him smiling as he bends down for a kiss, your hands wandering freely over his bare skin as his lips travel down your neck.

He makes quick work of your bra, tossing the lacy thing to a corner of the room as he clamps onto your nipple and sucks, making you arch into his mouth with a gasp.

Your toes curl as he mouths at you, his tongue swirling around your nipple until he’s satisfied, then turning to give equal attention to your other breast.

His lips travel down your belly, making it clear his destination is between your legs, and ordinarily you’d love that, but…

You can’t hide your grin at the groan that escapes him when your fingers graze along his cock.

“Christ, angel—”

“Want you inside me,” you breathe, meeting his eyes as he pulls away to look up at you, “Want you to fuck me, Ant.”

You can practically see him melt as your words hit him.

“Princess,” he breathes, lips dragging along your skin as he moves to hover over you once more, “Fuck, whatever you want, honey.”

“I’ll go slow, yeah? Tell me to stop if it hurts,” he says, lining up at your entrance and waiting for your nod of acknowledgement and consent to enter into you, inch by inch.

You throw your head back, moaning at the stretch as he fills you, Anthony’s breath catching audibly as he sinks into you.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, your nails digging into his skin.

He lets out a soft hiss at the feeling, brushing kisses along your neck as he pauses to let you adjust.

“You okay?” He asks, pulling back slightly to scan your face.

You nod frantically, momentarily unable to form words. If he felt this good just being inside you, what in the world would it be like when he started moving…?

Anthony lowers himself down to capture your lips in a tender kiss as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back into you.

“Oh my— fuck—” you whine into his mouth, toes curling at the sensation.

“Angel,” your boyfriend pants against your lips, “Shit, you feel fucking amazing— like you were made for me—”

You clamp down on your lip to stifle a moan as he thrusts into you faster, dragging your nails gently down his back.

“No, no, no, princess,” he murmurs against your skin, nose nudging at your jaw, “Lemme hear you, please.”

A moan finally escapes you as he kisses his way up your neck, scattering kisses over your face as his pace increases.

“Just like that, darling,” he breathes against your mouth, his nose pressed against yours.

His name tumbles from your mouth in a sharp cry as he thrusts deeper into you, hitting your G-spot. You whine into his mouth as he kisses you hungrily, a warning.

“Anto— Baby, m’gonna—”

“Fuck, please cum for me, angel,” he groans, his eyes meeting yours, “Please, wanna feel you cum on my cock, sweetheart.”

Your hands fly to his hair, pulling him for a heated kiss to cry out into his mouth as you reach your second orgasm of the night.

“Oh my god,” Anthony gasps into your mouth, “Fuck, you’re fucking perfect, angel, so fucking good for me—”

A litany of praise falls from his lips as his hips stutter against yours, warning you that he’s about to reach his own climax.

He pulls out of you with a moan, once again meeting your eyes as he pumps his fist until, with a cry, he releases onto the sheets.

You roll over, legs still wobbly, to face him as he collapses onto the bed next to you, the two of you making a valiant effort to catch your breath.

One hand reaches up to brush away a strand of hair from your forehead, Anthony’s soft brown eyes searching yours.

“Was that okay?” He asks softly.

You cup his cheek gently, leaning in for a tender kiss.

“It was perfect, my love.”

“I’m glad,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your nose before moving to stand, “I’ll be right back.”

He returns with a warm washcloth to clean the two of you, discarding it in the hamper before climbing back into bed.

You curl into him as his arms wrap around you, his skin soft and warm against yours.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you,” you reply.

It’s the last thing either of you hear before you’re fast asleep in each other’s arms.

[h-a-unted]

S1E2: First Dance

[heythere-mel]

Bright brown eyes, the heart patch, the most stunning. 😍

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Byrd: Why’re you scared of water? Levi: I’m not. Byrd: There must be a reason. Levi: Why is anyone scared of anything? Like why are you scared of the dark, or why is Wren scared of blood n’ stuff? Wren: ‘Cause it’s gross and no one’s supposed to bleed, swimming is fun. Byrd: I guess you could drown if you couldn’t swim or whatever. Levi: I think it started when I was a kid n’ almost drowned in the bath. Byrd: How? Levi: I don’t know, my mom was probably being shit-.. I barely remember. Byrd: Enough to be scared though. Levi: Apparently. [Byrd floated aimlessly on his back for a moment, thoughtfully peering at the clouds] Byrd: Dad says you’re supposed to do stuff you’re scared of or it gets worse, like he’s always turning the lights out on me or shoving our cuts n’ bruises in Wren’s face-.. in a nice way though, y’know? Levi: Is it working? Wren: Kinda. Byrd: Why don’t you just stick a foot in? Levi: No thanks. Byrd: C’mon, no one’s gonna shove you. Levi: Nope. Byrd: Pfft. Oscar: Christ, Byrd.. what the hell are you doing in there?! That cast is gonna stink. Byrd: Oh-.. oops. Oscar: Get out and put it in the sun! Oscar: Now. Byrd: I’m cominG-.. it’s getting chopped off soon anyway, right? Oscar: Yeah, and the poor doctor’s gonna pass out from your stank.

[the-life-is-rubbish]

a cutie patootie

[cl0udkiszzzz]

Mclaren took a page out of ferrari's book with the bad pitstops and bad strat

[theamatuer]

Am I the only one or is John jealous of Oscar

[florasletter]

Christopher Nolan wins Best Director at the 96th Academy Awards, on March 10, 2024