#FB 💛💙

[ozgur-ce]

Güüüünaydığğğnnn

Bugün de uyandık mutsuz musun? En güvendiğin kişi dürzü mü çıktı? Sevdiğin seni gudubet bi tipe mi benzetti?

Amaaaayn napalım filmin sonunda hepimiz ölüyoz bacılar gardaşlar 😁😅 Hayatın gamına, havanın kasvetine, dünyanın gidişatına inat 😁✌️Napıyoruz buluyoruz kendimizi mutlu edecek bişey eğleniyoruz 💃💃💃🥳🥳🥳

Bugün Dünya Fenerbahçeli Kadınlar günü kutlayalım o zaman en bi mutlulusundan, bol bol gülmelililliiğğğ bir post olsun 777 😜😂😂 centilmenlik bekliyorum benim arkadaşlarım zaten öyle sözüm mahalleden dışarıya 😁😂😂

[dewitty1]

Saturday Six (Stuff)

I'd been feeling severely anxious and depressed about my business being dead, and the thought of having to talk to my parents and ask for help again, but luckily my whinging (an Ad) on Facebook seems to have worked, and I got a nice little customer job. Plus some stuff from my BFF and her family (possibly).( ´͈ ॢꇴ `͈ॢ)･*♡

Plus I'm getting weird customer messages. Always a good time.(��� ‘﹃’ )

Leeloo is a cute kitten, but she is seriously a little bit of a terrorist. When I say she gets into everything I mean it. (^・ω・^ )

I do not like having this sinus crud that's going around.(*｀へ´*)

I know both options for the USA presidency are terrible. But one (CHUMP) is more terrible. I'm tired of the argument. I'm gonna stick with the slightly better Grandpa Joe. Not because I love him, because I don't. But because he's the one that'll get us closer to where we need to go. We may take three steps forward and two steps back, but at least we're going in the right direction. Whereas the other guy has no idea where he's going. Maybe towards Vladimir. More likely than you think.( •̀ω•́ )σ

I can't believe I'm going to be five and a half decades old in a little over a month. Jfc. I don't feel that old. (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

[miraclewoozi]

YOU are so good actually. and i am sending you this: ❣️

NETFLIX AND-- ? - c.hs

you try everything in your power to try and help your workaholic boyfriend unwind on his night off. you quickly find out that vernon doesn’t know how to just do nothing.

pair; vernon x fem reader. genre; domestic smut. MINORS DNI. wc; 2.3k (short n sweet <3) note; saw a prompt while i was scrolling through some things and it had me feeling feelings. experiencing experiences. apparently i am soft needy for him today. barely proof read. smut tags utc. xoxo

smut tags; soft!dom/service top vernon but he’s also a fucking tease. fingering (f rec). sort of edging, more of a continued stop/start. squirting. implied that vernon has a praise kink (shock horror). let me know if i've forgotten any.<3

in your defence, you started out with perfectly innocent intentions. 

vernon works himself too hard. you wish he wouldn’t, but he does — it’s a fact, and even though he’ll always shake his head and deny it, you know it’s true. self care, to him, is working. it’s in the fulfilment from a job well done. it’s the clap on a shoulder from a higher-up that recognises how hard he’s been slaving away at his computer screen. it’s in getting results, and he doesn’t get results if he doesn’t do. if he doesn’t maintain. if he doesn’t nigh-on exhaust himself for the sake of the company he’s employed by.

so, you’ve made a plan. on friday, in the few hours he’ll have free between finishing work and settling down to sleep, you’re going to do whatever you can to look after him.

it starts with dinner. heartfelt, home-cooked food. he drops his bag by the front door and his entire face turns so soft he thinks it might melt clean off him. the aromas from the kitchen hit him and he floats across the apartment like a cartoon, all the way to where you’re stood waiting for him, a sort of dopey grin spreading across every single one of his features. 

“that smells so good,” he whines, putting his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. when you ask how his day went, he says he doesn’t remember, he doesn’t care. because he’s home now, and because loves you so much — he doesn’t want to think about anything else.

he clings to you until the food is ready and laid out on the dining table, only pulling himself away when it becomes apparent that he’s not going to be able to have his dinner sitting in your lap.

you eat together with the lights slightly dimmed, a few candles illuminating the table. you talk, a little, but the quiet that surrounds the bubbles of conversation is just as comfortable, so neither of you are bothered when your minds are more focused on the food in front of you than conversing with each other. after, he helps you clear the dishes and stack them over by the sink: you’ll deal with them later on. 

your hand finds his, then, fingers intertwining, and vernon lets himself be dragged all the way to your bedroom. he changes out of his work clothes, tosses them into the laundry basket, and slips into an old, worn, stained and atrociously ugly pair of sweatpants instead. he bypasses a shirt at your instruction and lies face-down with his head nestled between the pillows. 

with one of his own playlists already filling the air around you, you straddle over his hips and start to massage your way up his back. your hands smooth over his skin, thumbs working at a couple of tight spots that have him gasping and grunting, threading his fingers through his own hair to try and keep still. it hurts a bit, but it’s a good kind of pain. so, he lets you work your magic on him; vernon feels all soft and loose, a bit like a deflated balloon animal, by the time you sit up enough for him to be able to roll over between your legs and face you again.

“i thought we could watch a movie tonight, too,” you say quietly, just barely audible over the soft r&b tune in the background. your fingertips tickle up and down his sides as you speak; he sighs at the softness of your touch. “anything you want.”

“what’s all this in aid of, exactly?” he asks, quirking up an eyebrow. his voice is deep and kind of  rough-edged. the way you like it most.

you laugh, quietly, and bend low to kiss the corner of his mouth, caging him in with your forearms either side of his head. “just… because i love you.”

his hands snake up your body to rest against your cheeks and he holds you in place for a second longer. one of the many, many things you love about vernon is the way he kisses you. every time, like it’s the first time. (a symptom of being a closeted rom-com enthusiast, perhaps?) but each press of his lips to yours is always so infused with passion: even the small ones, like this. with his eyes closed, his nose pressed to your cheek, the corners of his mouth pulled up into a shy smile. there’s adoration in every single moment. 

you roll off him when he lets go of you and sit up against the headboard, letting him go through the motions of choosing something for you to watch. a few minutes (and no less than three coin tosses to make the decision) later, you open an arm out for him at the sound of the movie starting, and he curls up into your side. his head rests peacefully on your shoulder, one of his legs hooked over one of yours, your arm snaked around his back. you settle into each other’s embrace in a way that you’ve not had time to do in a long while, matching hums of tranquillity vibrating in both of your throats.

the grand budapest hotel has only been playing for about twenty minutes when you feel him start to move slightly, the tips of his fingers gliding slowly across the hem of your t-shirt. you don’t make anything of it at first, because vernon has always had slightly restless hands, no matter what he’s doing. this is very normal for him. he’s probably just mindlessly feeling the fabric beneath his touch as he watches one of his favourite movies.

another few minutes pass and you feel his nails drag against the bare skin of your tummy. you raise an eyebrow and look at him, but his eyes are trained on the tv, even if one side of his mouth is lifted up in a sly kind of smile.

“what are you doing, babe?” you ask him. he lifts his head from its place on your shoulder and shrugs.

“nothing.”

“mhm, sure you aren’t.”

his hand moves down, then. down, towards your shorts. down, to where his palm wraps around your thigh, half resting on the material of your clothes and half sitting on your bare leg. his fingers make small, light, circular movements against your skin and he nudges your other thigh over slightly with the knee he settled between your legs earlier, effectively spreading you open for him. just a little.

just enough.

“vernon,” you chuckle, but you don’t make any attempt to move your legs back together. “come on, relax. watch your movie.”

“i am,” he says matter-of-factly, not taking his eyes off the screen. “wish i could say the same for you, though.”

“you’re terrible,” you sigh. 

“mm. no, i’m not.”

he creeps further and further up your thigh, until his hand has slipped completely under your loose fitting sleep shorts and he’s effectively pulling them to one side. a breath catches in your throat and you accidentally arch a little as you feel him brush over your underwear.

“watch the movie,” he says, a little more sternly, and you swallow thickly but settle down more comfortably again. if this is how he chooses to decompress… who are you to stop him, really?

but he knows you too well. knows your body like it’s his own. knows exactly how to make you tick without making you jump his bones and take control. his thumb starts to trace small circles over your covered clit, eliciting quiet gasps from your mouth, but every time you react – what he deems to be – a little too much, he stops. removes the pressure. leaves you to squirm.

“vernon,” you sigh after the third time, agitated but needy and squaring your jaw at his teasing. your panties are soaked by now and you need to feel more of him, but your boyfriend seems to be more than happy to work you up on his own terms. how long will he keep going like this for? there’s at least an hour left of the film; surely he won’t make you wait that long?

“focus, baby.”

or maybe, he will.

his lips find home at the base of your neck and he presses a series of small kisses to your skin, returning his thumb to your panties and rubbing you through them a little harder, pressing the fabric into your heat, smirking at the way your arousal seeps through them and coats his fingertips. your breaths start to pick up again, and you do everything you can to stop him from noticing, but he’s maybe a little too caught up sucking the sweet spot behind your ear to notice how fast your heart is beating from the way he touches you.

so when he drags your underwear out of the way and slides an elegant finger through your folds, you really don’t think you can be blamed for the fact that an unstifled moan leaves your lips.

vernon disagrees, though. because of course he fucking does.

“baby,” he challenges you, his finger just millimetres away from your clit when he stops moving it. “come on. you wanted to help me unwind tonight, didn’t you? that’s what all this was. you were being good to me.”

you nod at him, and he kisses your neck again.

“then watch.”

keeping your mouth tightly shut and fighting against the noises that your body so desperately wants you to make, you let him continue. you let him trace your arousal over your clit, let him dip his finger lower and press just enough inside you that your walls flutter around it. you let him work deeper, and add a second, and try your best not to clamp your legs around his poor wrist when he brushes against the sweet-spot inside you the way that only he knows how.

“s’that feel good, baby?” he asks you.

your eyes are all but glazed over and you don’t think you really know what’s going on in the movie anymore. you can’t remember the names of the characters. is there even a plot? or is it all just pretty, symmetrical imagery now? who the hell is the person that just showed up – surely you haven’t seen him, yet? fuck, you’re completely, hopelessly lost in his fingers and the way they’re buried inside your pussy. every reaction you want to give, you can’t, and it’s so difficult. 

but you nod at him anyway, because the least you can do is tell him he’s doing a good job. he likes to hear that sort of thing. 

and if there’s any dialogue in the grand budapest hotel, you don’t have a damn clue what’s being said. his fingers move faster inside you and the heel of his hand puts enough pressure on your clit that all of your muscles are tight in an attempt to do what he’s asked. the only sounds in your ears are the smacking of his lips on your throat and the lewd noises that come from the way your pussy sucks his digits in deeper. 

you feel like a little toy, wound up to high heaven. waiting, waiting, waiting to be released. waiting to fall into oblivion.

“vernon,” you gasp eventually, silently begging that he won’t stop, that he won’t leave you hanging when you’re so close to the edge.

thankfully, he doesn’t.

“mhm?” he curls his fingers again, a little harder, making you buck up into his hand. whatever game he was playing, he seems to be moving past it now. maybe he wants you to come as much as you do.

“close,” you strain. he nods, slowly, positioning his wrist differently so that he can lay his thumb over your clit instead. the much more deliberate pressure has you seconds away from seeing stars.

“m’gonna ask you about this movie tomorrow, you know,” he chuckles, but he doesn’t slow. he fucks his fingers into you over and over, bringing you closer and closer, and when your toes curl, when you grip his wrist with one hand, when your head falls back against the headboard –

euphoria rushes through you. wetness gushes from you. you feel your pussy contract around his fingers, hugging them tight even though your release tries to expel them; he lets you ride the high out, lets you make a mess on his hand as your hips roll down to meet him, a series of whines and moans falling from your lips. his own continue their gentle caress of your neck. you’re in bliss.

he pulls his fingers from you when you tug at his wrist to tell him to do so, lifting them to his mouth and sucking them clean of your arousal and your release. you close your eyes when he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, and his (granted, still kind of sticky) hand comes up to cup your face. 

adoration in every moment. like it’s the first.

“don’t bother asking me about it,” you tell him as he pulls away, bumping your nose against his and hearing, from the quiet wet smacking sound they make, how his lips grow into a smile. “i don’t know anything that happened.”

“this is the fourth time i’ve tried to get you to watch this movie, y/n,” he chuckles. 

“and this is the fourth time we’ve ended up here. what, does tilda swinton in that ugly wig really do it for you or something?”

“shut up,” he snorts, ever so gently pushing your cheek to move your head away from him. “no-one ever said you had to give into me that easily.”

“oh, you shut up,” you huff, closing your thighs and feeling how your shorts and panties cling to you uncomfortably, only half covering you after he failed to put them back properly. “i was supposed to be helping you chill out. it’s not my fault that you can’t go five minutes without getting handsy.”

“it’s absolutely your fault,” he challenges, getting to his knees and facing you. you can see his cock tenting his sweatpants now and you’d be lying to say that it doesn’t stir something in the depths of your stomach. “you know i can’t resist you in those shorts.”

“you’re so stupid,” you grin, opening your legs up for him to settle between, and he moves over straight away.

“yeah, well,” he chuckles, reaching down to pull your t-shirt up off your head. “you happen to love my kind of stupid.”

thank u sm for reading!! likes, reblogs, comments + feedback are all greatly appreciated!<3

[yasemen-nn]

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İstiklal marşımız,

Gazi Mustafa Kemal Atatürk tartışılamaz...

Teşekkürler FB.💙💛 Teşekkürler GS.❤️💛

[sionnachkymru]

Happy Frigay everybody!!! 🥳🌈🎉 Come and visit The Killing Spell FB page! We got Drarry! Have a safe, fantastic weekend! ⃝⃒⃤ 🧙‍♂️🧙‍♂️👬👨‍❤️‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💝🖤 ⃝⃒⃤

Credit: https://www.deviantart.com/chouette-e

[ozgur-ce]

Bir avuç toprağı, vatan yapanlara minnetle💙💛

Sonsuza dek Cumhuriyet 💯. Yıl ♾️🥹👏👏👏👏

Atam'ın takımına yakışır bir kutlama FB💙💛

[mya-blazing]

“GameHouse Original Stories Color Wheel Challenge”

Finally, after a year of working on this I’ve finished it. So when exactly did I start this? I started this around June 2023. So you’re probably asking why this took so long? During June up to August was my summer break and that gave me so much time to make Lily, Sally, Tracy, and Emily. But then I was on vacation for a few days, delaying my work on Amy. Then school started, and I didn’t have much time to work on this to the point where I forgot about this. During September, I changed my art style but for this challenge I decided to stick to the old art style here in Procreate because it would look weird if I mixed my old art style with my new one. When 2024 started, I decided to come back to this art but this time it took even longer to make the other characters due to my school works and my loss of motivation for this challenge. However, I still decided to keep my words and finish this, and I did. The characters were decided with IG, and the Snuggford Stories FB group.

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷

Games/Series:

Parker & Lane

Sally’s Salon

Detective Jackie

Delicious Emily

Dr. Cares

Amber’s Airline

Fabulous Angela

Characters:

❤️- Lily Parker (Parker & Lane)

🧡- Sally Milligan (Sally’s Salon)

💛- Tracy (Detective Jackie)

💚- Emily O’Malley (Delicious Emily)

🩵- Amy Cares (Dr. Cares)

💙- Amber Hope (Amber’s Airline)

💜- Brigid (Delicious Emily)

🩷- Angela Napoli (Fabulous Angela)

[sugarmagnoleah]

@classychassiss I hope this reaches you! I couldn’t remember my old log in so I made a whole new account for this but !!!!! I found your art in a FB post & shared it to some of my friends. Flash forward to my girlfriend hand making these costumes for her & her man 💛💚💙🤍

(being an artist myself I made this a mission of self to (hopefully) show you the magic of your art!)

a bit belated but happy Halloween to all who celebrate 🎃👻

[zeer0p]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Didn't these die like 10+ yrs ago on FB?

But back then the chains were the "send this to 10 ppl or yer mama fucking dies" kinda crap.

[bozusuruz]

Bugün kutsal gün cünkü tüm FB 💛💙 dusmanları tarihi yazarken 19.07 yazacak 🇹🇷🇹🇷🇹🇷🇹🇷🇹🇷

[ozgur-ce]

Veeee ŞAMPİYON FENERBAHÇEEEEEE 💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛🎉🎊🎉🎊🎇🎆🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

[accelerandy15]

Some cute Aiyuu collab art with a friend of mine in FB💛💙💋

Line art for Yujiro was done by Rarexu-san

Coloring for Yujiro was done by me

Line art for Aizou was done by me

Coloring for Aizou was done by Rarexu-san

[ozgur-ce]

Dünya Fenerbahçeli Kadınlar günümüz kutlu olsun 🥰💙💛🥳🥳🥳

Dipnot: üstteki benim eski fotoğrafım 😅💙💛

Kalbi, gönlü sarı lacivert çarpanların Dünya Fenerbahçeliler günü kutlu olsun.

[soniakhatun8358]

পরিশ্রম সফলতা অর্জন করতে সাহায্য করবেই ✌🏻✌🏻💛💙☺️

#fb #moodchallengechallenge #Ramadan #everyone #spring2024 #followers #highlights #springtime #review #carrier #bd #Freelancer #DigitalMarketing #servey #onlinemoney # thlmber

[sionnachkymru]

Happy Frigay everybody!!! 🥳🌈🎉 Come and visit The Killing Spell FB page! We got Drarry! Have a safe, fantastic weekend! ⃝⃒⃤ 🧙‍♂️🧙‍♂️👬👨‍❤️‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💝🖤 ⃝⃒⃤ Credit: https://www.deviantart.com/chouette-e

[funsize-mermaid]

5years ago I posted this in FB

2014: Graduated Marikina Science High School

2018: Graduated University of Santo Tomas

PROUD ALUMNI OF BOTH SCHOOLS 💙💛