#Flip Flop

[trixdraws]

flip flop

[catfindr]

[new-chapter-new-beginings]

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Why do I hate this flip so much? These are clearly knotty pine cabinets that were painted, but they didn't want to buy new hardware, b/c it would be expensive.

[hale-nathan]

Trump Weird News - Trump Project 2025 Flip-Flopper-In-Chief

They gave him what he wanted and now he finds it too hot to handle!

[droumack]

↻ FLIP FLOP - Ohhhhh girl please I am begging for the stretching scene in Haunting Me Like a Shadow from Christian's perspective. He knows what Nate's doing, Nate knows what Nate's doing (sweet oblivious Jo knows nothing), and Christian seems like he's trying very hard not to overreact in this moment, but Nate is so BRAZEN about it and any overreaction would've actually been a colossal underreaction with Jo on the line, it makes me screeeeam.

A weird ask though so no worries at all if it doesn't spark interest!! Absolute love forever to you for that fic, it is an all time fave.

I LOVE this idea.

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“Fuck,” Jo groans. “Oh, fuck. You can do more, fuck, that feels good.” 

Christian lets the door thud shut behind him, dread unspooling in his stomach at the sound of Jo’s voice floating down the hall. 

Jo wouldn’t cheat on him—Christian knows this, he does. Jo is good, and sweet, and painfully earnest in a way that still makes Christian’s heart feel like it’s crawling into his throat. 

But those words—that tone of voice—Christian knows that sound. It’s what Jo sounds like when he’s getting fucked, or when Christian gets a hand on Jo’s cock just right; deep, satisfied, a rumble that makes shivers run up his spine despite the dread unfurling in his stomach. 

He rounds the corner and blinks at the sight that greets him. Jo isn’t cheating on him, but judging by the way the sight of MacKinnon with his hands all over Jo makes Christian feel, he might as well be. 

Jo’s face scrunched up in a mix of pleasure-pain as MacKinnon, settled between his thighs like a lover, pushes him deeper into the stretch. He’s sprawled on a yoga mat on the floor of his and Christian’s place, Nate looming over him. 

Nate slides his hands down so he can dig his thumbs back into the knot of muscle, and Jo whines.

Honest to god, he whines. 

Christian watches MacKinnon shut his eyes for a long, drawn-out second like he’s trying to find his composure. Then he begins kneading again, working out the tension, as Jo sucks in little aborted breaths through clenched teeth. 

“Like that?” Nate asks, and he sounds like he’s gargled gravel. 

Christian knows what MacKinnon is thinking, can see every blatant thought and desire written out on his face like a teleprompter. He wants to drag MacKinnon off, break that crooked nose a few more times, but the thing with challenging MacKinnon to a fight—

Christian doesn’t know if he’d win. 

Instead, he interrupts: “The fuck are you guys doing?” 

Both of their heads turn. Jo, guileless and guilt-free, just gives him a “welcome-home” smile. MacKinnon’s eyes sharpen, and the small grin that slides onto his lips makes Christian’s stomach churn. 

“Hey, babe,” Jo offers, voice strained. “Just stretching, I’m wound tighter than a watch.” 

“Don’t you have trainers for this?” Christian asks, taking a few steps closer. Coincidentally, MacKinnon’s hands slide a few inches higher, until MacKinnon is thumbing at the crease of Jo’s glute and his thigh, rubbing his hands over the generous curve of his ass. 

Christian’s eyes zero in on the motion before they flick back to MacKinnon’s. 

MacKinnon holds his gaze and grins. 

It’s childish on MacKinnon’s part; a clear show of ‘look what I can get away with,’ like a kid who’s not technically doing anything wrong. Christian’s self-preservation is starting to fall by the wayside; he’s thinking of taking a swing and seeing what happens, consequences be damned. 

Jo, cheerfully oblivious on the ground, lets his eyes flutter back shut when MacKinnon shifts forward a bit, gets his leg up even further. “Trainers were full-up today, would’ve been a couple of hours to wait. Besides, Nate knows what he’s doing.” 

They’re almost crotch-to-crotch now, the difference a scant few inches, and Christian doesn’t think he’s hallucinating the bulge in MacKinnon’s shorts. Maybe he’s not hard, but he’s packing, and looks like he’s one more little whine away from saying ‘fuck it’ and rutting again Christian’s boyfriend. 

“I can take over,” Christian volunteers. He needs MacKinnon’s hands off of Jo like he needs air. 

Jo shakes his head and says, “Sorry, hon, but you don’t have ten years of stretching your teammates under your belt.”

The look Christian gives MacKinnon is all venom, and MacKinnon doesn’t look like he gives a fuck. He just continues to grope Jo under the pretense of a stretch between buddies, leaving brands that Christian is going to devote hours to wiping away later that evening. 

Maybe MacKinnon has this, but Christian gets Jo in all the other ways that count.

[yoursghouly]

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[dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons]

Hi! How good is each member of Team Bucciarati at doing backflips?

Hey anon! I wonder who you are!

Giorno: has never tried to backflip but would be very good at it if he ever decided to do one.

Bruno: only good if zippers are involved, this man has tried to do a backflip without using his zipper ability and landed flat on his back like a pancake

Abbacchio: would probably break his back if he tried.

Mista: he says he can do them, but he actually can only do them on a trampoline. Gets super nervous before starting. But he can definitely do them.

Narancia: the best backflipper, does backflips everyday! The backflip master. Learned to do backflips by listening to snoop dog, his music caused Narancia to be able to backflip instantly.

Fugo: he really wants to be able to do one but can’t quite get it right, hits his head every time.

Trish: can do one but doesn’t want to mess up her hair.

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[littlekingpress]

[trixdraws]

flip flop v2

[catfindr]

[new-chapter-new-beginings]

Anytime I’m in a dark place, I feel defeated, that I can’t go another step I remember this passage from LOTR, and it gives me hope.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Flipper follies.

[hale-nathan]

Trump Weird News - Trump Flip-Flopper-In-Chief Again - Haiti

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Trump 2024 - Falsely claiming you're "eating stolen cats & dogs"

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I don’t think I’ll ever truly understand bracelets