#Brian Thomson

[jjkbambi]

is it new years yet? luigi mangione x reader (18+)

summary!!! you run into ex-boyfriend!luigi mangione at a nye party! smut!

warnings: fratboy!luigi, darkfic (very much implied he slips something in ur drink), cnc?, long fic, mentions of calvin harris music, inspired by the fact that he had to nominate himself to win this category

the new year was meant to feel different.

yet, the doors at phi kappa psi open for you and a chances of anything more seems to slim. a record number of beer cans trashed in the hallway, the kitchen buried in chaos, and the overwhelming stench of beer clings to the air, impossible to ignore. you were surprised at how easily they’d let you enter—the bouncer was known for being a bit mean, strict on names and IDS and ages and sorority associations, yet one short smile was enough to get you and your best friend, lacy, into their annual new years eve party.

there wasn’t a second break from avicii or calvin harris, the crowd bouncing with red solo cups in hand. about a dozen of drinks were spilled on you already, and you were sure this was an indicator of a good night.

“is that him?” your friend’s nudge proves your prophecy wrong. your stomach drops immediately as you turn to the direction she was staring in—and yes, there he was, shirtless and six-packed on new year’s eve, surrounded by his pack of fraternity brothers.

the world suddenly feels so much smaller. you turn quickly. “lacy, he cannot see me.”

“have you spoken since the breakup?”

“if i had, id be in classier heels,” you retort, shaking your head.

you show her the reason you’ve been off your phone so much recently. about 34 days since you’ve seen each other in person, and a stunning 78 texts and 29 missed calls left in lieu of a breakup conversation. it honestly felt like too little an amount considering how long you’d been dating, but perhaps that was the least of your relationship problems, seeing as though you’d caught him making out with another girl at a football game.

she groans. “why’d we have to come to this house?”

“free entry? fireworks?” you come up with a lie that’ll make the both of you feel better. “i honestly don’t think we’ll run into each other. it’s such a big place.”

“he’s walking over here.”

“aaand we’re moving,” you sing, dragging her into the crowd of calvin harris enjoyers. for two hours, slipping in and out of the chaos seemed to be a surefire solution in avoiding your ex-boyfriend. that is, until you turn and suddenly your best friend isn’t there. you stiffen immediately, backing into the kitchen. in that step back, you bump shoulders.

“y/n,” an all too familiar voice says.

oh for fucks sake.

you smile tightly at the sight of luigi, trying not to make this already awkward situation more awkward. he looks different than he did the last time you’d seen him. his usually short hair had grown out longer, his beard more prominent. he looks… grown.

“hey!” you say, attempting to make a swift getaway. “happy new year, man!”

“get back here.” he grabs your wrist, pulling you right back to him. “what’re you doing?”

“it’s new years!”

“what are you doing here? wearing that?”

you smile, feigning innocence. “getting a re-fill!”

luigi’s eyes were dark and his grip firm. your air of innocence is almost completely defeated at his warmth, his body leaning into you, intent. “i’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

no, you can’t do it. this was gonna be a new year for you. no setbacks, no cheating ex-boyfriends.

“i’m surprised you even noticed, with all your other distractions.”

luigi’s head tilts. “what does that mean?”

“you know what it means.” you pull away from him with as much force as possible. “seriously, lu, it’s over.”

“no, it’s not.” he argues. you shake your head as you walk away. “y/n, we’ve got to talk about this—“

“just leave me alone!” you leap out of the kitchen as soon as opportunity arrives, and pour the entirety of what’s left of your cup into your mouth. the wicked sting of alcohol had never been so relieving.

minutes pass but the sound of avicii is constant. phi kappa psi has promised fireworks and began to gather in the backyard and you want nothing more than to join in on the party—but lacy. your best friend. you need to find her. the recovery mission begins with a stumble down the hallway and a headache. it’s more than a headache, it all of a sudden feels like you reallyreallyreally need to take a nap.

“hey, hey, i’ve got you,” it’s luigi again. you can tell by his warmth and his scent and the way he grabs your hand. “where are you going?”

“lacy.”

he takes the drink out of your hand, then lifts your arms to wrap them around his neck. and suddenly, the warmth of his body isn’t so intimidating anymore. “that’s not my name.”

“i know.”

he leans in closer. “come on then, what’s my name?”

“lu,” you murmur. “i need to go.”

“you’re not going anywhere.” luigi promises you.

within a second, his lips are on yours, and suddenly his warmth is everywhere. you whimper into the kiss, trying to spell out protest but you’re too weak. “relax for me,” he tells you.

you were entirely too relaxed. any reasonable part of you wouldn’t allow for him to be this close. but before you can stop him, his hands slide down to grip your thighs, pushing them apart to accommodate him, and you gasped at the feel of his length pressing against you. he’s so hard.

“i love this dress on you,” he murmurs.

desperate, you try to push, “no, no, we need to find—”

“we’re taking care of her, too, baby, don’t worry.”

you squirmed underneath his touch, which only made the friction hotter. “what?”

he doesn’t care to tell you anything more grinding into your resistance mercilessly as his hands clamp around your hips, rocking your body back and forth on his thigh.

“you’ve got some fuckin’ nerve, you know,” he grumbles into the kiss, his voice so low and gravelly, you felt its deep tenor roll down your spine and settle in your core. every kiss he gave you was hungry and heated, and you gasp when he goes to nip at the sensitive skin of your neck. “walking around my house dressed like a fuckin’ slut. got me all worked up in front of everyone.”

you despise the helplessness that washes over you as he holds you down. tears sting at your eyes as you beg, “lu, stop.”

“pull your dress up,” he orders, drinking in your scent. his scruff scratches your skin.

“no.” you shake your head again, though his kisses are persistent. “luigi, we can’t.“

“you’re right,” luigi agrees, chuckling into another kiss. “i’m not fuckin’ sharing you.”

his lips don’t leave yours—theyre all over your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your tits—as he carries you into the nearest room, and you’re too lost in the moment to notice whether it’s his own. your dress hits the floor and his hands are all over your nude. the mix of confusion and pleasure leaves you breathless. before you can process it, you’re on the bed with your ex-boyfriend on top of you.

“you know how many other guys were looking at you tonight?” he growls as he flips you over. “swear ill fucking kill them”

he was so big and your body was so unprepared that you’d screamed, which only made luigi laugh. a choked gasp left you, and your mouth was soundlessly parted as he started to thrust into you, hips snapping against yours every time.

“fuckin’ knew it,” lu groans. your teeth sink into your lips as you tremble underneath him, his hard length relentless in its assault. “knew you’d take it f’me like this, yeah? like a good fuckin’ girl.”

the bed shook beneath you as he pounded into you. he goes to bite your neck, his curls tickling your skin. he feels so good, but the weight of how wrong it is lingers in every touch. “lu,” you moan.

“what?” he says, smug. “what d’ya wanna say?”

“it hurts,” you whine.

”i don’t care,” luigi says in your ear, grinding his cock into the depths of your cunt until you were whimpering beneath him. “you know how fuckin’ long it’s been since ive had you? no, you’ve got no clue. drove myself crazy thinking i’d never have this pretty pussy again.”

“it’s your fault—“

“shut the fuck up.” his hand comes down hard on your ass and a whimper slips from your lips. he growls low, feeling how tight you’re holding him. “you’re mine,” he grunts. “don’t you ever forget that.”

“luigi, wait,” you moan, your mind going blank. it’s too much—wrong in every way, yet too good to resist.

you feel him smirk against your neck. despite yourself, you felt your cunt clench hard around his stiff length as a flood gushes from your trembling core. he chuckles darkly, mocking your resistance. “can’t take it? too much?”

“lu, please.” your voice was embarrassingly breathless. he goes faster, which felt entirely impossible.

he must’ve heard the plea this time, because he doubled his efforts. he picked up the pace of his thrusts, fucking you hard and fast, spanking your ass mercilessly while his other hand went to massage your clit. you could hardly breathe.

“so good,” he groans. “be a good girl and cum for me, princess. all over me, come on.”

“please,” you whimper again. you’re not sure what you’re asking for, but it hardly mattered. the most devastating orgasm of your life was building deep within you, an unstoppable force growing stronger with every moment—and you were desperate to chase it.

“you’re all fucking mine,” he laments. “i wanna hear you say it.”

you couldn’t possibly. your mind goes blank as he ruts into you, pounding into your cunt and ass so hard that the clapping of his hips against your skin was filling the room and almost drowning out the sound of the new year celebration.

“tell me what i wanna hear.” he demands.

“yours,” you mewl.

“good girl.” he bit out, his mouth brushing against your cheek, his stubble rasping against your skin and making you shiver. he fucks you harder, faster, slamming into your slick cunt like he was trying to leave a mark inside you.

you couldn’t take it anymore. your pride snaps inside you and you felt liquid gush between your thighs, coating his massive cock in your cunt. pleasure consumes you until all you knew was the sensation of ecstasy drowning out everything else. he groans at the sight of your orgasm, his cock still driving into you, his thrusts turning wild and desperate as he growled in your ear.

luigi grumbled a soft, “fuck,” and then pressed deep, burying his cock deep into your still pulsing cunt as he came. he let out a long moan, his cock twitching against your inner walls while he emptied his balls into your pussy, the warmth of his cum filling you up.

“i’m so glad you came around, so glad,” he murmurs, turning you over to kiss you over and over and over again. “i love you, baby, you know that, right?”

the day after

[howtozuzu]

Today we did a lot of CRP art guys

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[abc7live]

UnitedHealthcare CEO shooting prompts questions about how to prevent copycats

Experts say the growing anger against corporations needs to be addressed.

Suspect Luigi Mangione pleads not guilty to state murder and terror charges in CEO killing

Luigi Mangione on Monday pleaded not guilty to state murder and terror charges in the fatal shooting of UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson.

As investigators continue to determine the motives and mindset that allegedly prompted Luigi Mangione to gun down UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson in New York nearly two weeks ago, there is concern among some criminologists about the long-term impacts that public assassination could cause. Read more......

[shiredded]

Pick a CEO who should implement better policies for no particular reason

Experiment:

Reblog this post and add a poll of your own to the reblog. You can make it a poll about anything. Let's see how far it goes.

[thingstrumperssay]

"Please don't unite together and fight against the rich who are constantly exploiting you! Care more about the black person in the video game instead!"

[korniniowa]

Intro Post. This account is merely for my interests in bands! That means I’ll post whatever music I’m into! I will not post constantly, but I’ll be frequent!!

Bands I’m currently into: Slipknot, Korn, Limp Bizkit, My Chemical Romance, etc.

I will post about every single band member of any band I like, so look out for that.

Also, I will try and post dates if I have them. If I don’t I won’t put them there.

My main is @c2fart !! I post art there.

[dropoutposts]

He has PAPERS

[easays]

if Emily can convince Mary Ann Skuttle to leave the Rat Grinders, they have the potential to do one of the funniest things in the world. “Goodbye, Bobby” isn’t quite as fluid as “Goodbye, Earl,” but it’ll do.

[alex08-yeah]

–new sketches and art....oh shit

[endress-knight-the-drokain]

I feel really shitty about my posting yesterday. Everyone was laughing and joking along but that truth is what happened was just a senseless. Nothing has changed in the system and the only thing that has been brought to the table is the very real anger in the working class that could potentially spill over into a revolution (and not the good kind). A few years ago I made a promise to myself to never give in to hate and a little more than one year ago I made another promise to not give into the allure of “righteous” violence. I slipped away from both of those parts of my moral compass and I am ashamed of myself for it. I claim to be a person who values peaceful action to make the world a better place. I must maintain my dignity from now on even if I waiver every once in a while.

[flamingthespian]

The news: brian thompson shot dead!!!

Me: damn wtf did he do??? Who would do that???

Me: *reads article* oh i see this was about brian thompson CEO of unitedhealthcare not Brian Thomson, the australian scenic designer responsible for the sets of both the original 1973 production of The Rocky Horror Show and its 1975 film adaptation The Rocky Horror Picture Show

[nuchester]

Intro post <3

Here’s a little introduction post for those who are curious!

me!

- my name is chloe

- I’m a big fan of metal (mostly every subgenre)

- I’m big on KoЯn, SOAD, Metallica, Oingo Boingo, Slipknot, Green Day, DMSOB and Megadeth

- I’m Danish-Canadian 🇩🇰 🇨🇦

the blog!

- what I plan on doing:

- writing fanfics

- doing headcannons

- posting pictures

- answering asks

fanfics / hc’s!

- who I’ll write for:

- SOAD: all members

- KoЯn: Jon Davis, Munky, Head

- Metallica: all members

- Oingo Boingo: Danny Elfman

- Slipknot: Corey Taylor, Joey Jordison, Mick Thomson

- DMSOB: Daron Malakian, John Dolmayan

- Megadeth: Dave Mustaine, David Ellefson

- Green day: Billie Joe, (maybe?) Mike Dirnt

- Other: horror movie characters (mostly antagonists), Connor McDavid, Jude Bellingham, Cristiano Ronaldo

**this list will expand!**

- what I’ll write:

- smut

- fluff

- angst

- open to literally any suggestions!

- my limits:

- anything illegal

- scat, piss, vomit

- noncon, cnc, things like that

- age play (age gaps are alright)

That’s it!

My asks are open in case there’s any questions!

[whats-in-a-sentence]

In 1894, the renowned experimental physicist Albert Michelson remarked that "most of the grand underlying principles have been firmly established" and he quoted an "eminent scientist" – most believe it was the British physicist Lord Kelvin – as saying that all that remained were details of determining some numbers to a greater number of decimal places.¹

1. Lord Kelvin was quoted by the physicist Albert Michelson during his 1894 address at the dedication of the University of Chicago's Ryerson Laboratory (see D. Kleppner, Physics Today, November 1998).

"The Fabric of the Cosmos" - Brian Greene

[bob-the-movie-man-film-reviews]

Kill (15): One of the best small-scale thrillers I've seen this year.

One Mann's Movies Film Review of "Kill". A surprisingly taut and well-made Scottish thriller from debut director Rodger Griffiths.. 4/5

A One Mann’s Movies review of “Kill” (2024). (Alternative title: Betrayal) Sometimes a ‘little’ film packs a bigger punch than all of the glossy big-budget Hollywood thrillers that come out. Case in point, “Kill” (aka “Betrayal”) – a film that, at the moment, seems to only be getting a limited release in Scotland, but which deserves to be seen more broadly. (Distributors, please take…

[fandom-ocs]

Quinn Thomson and Brian O’Conner

[all-action-all-picture]

The Wizard No. 35, dated 10 October 1970. 12 Great Captains cover. DC Thomson.