#Jess & Rudy

[webbluvrsugar]

JJ Maybank x unicrush!reader au!

cw: fluff, fools in love, no smut, no use of y/n.

JJ Maybank has been following and watching you around uni for a while now, and you’ve been just pretending you don’t notice his looks for a while, because they are just so obvious.

He always eyes you up from the other side of the room when you’re at a frat party, you’re wearing a tiny dress and he’s dressed all boyish, classic player, those shorts that go to his ankles, that shirt that’s barely buttoned up or maybe a tee, a classic cap thrown backwards over his head, maybe even some rings, his hair all messy, his sweatshirt tossed over his shoulder and he just won’t stop looking at you.

You try to ignore his glances, because he does it all just so shamelessly, even when you’re just talking with your friends, one leg crossed over the other with the red cup on your hands, most times, he’s goofing around with his, sometimes even taking shots, playing some alcohol related game that you don’t know about, always looking back at you when everyone’s clapping and cheering at him, as if trying to impress you.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Even when you’re out of those parties when you think he won’t notice you because well, he’s sober now, he still does, his eyes never leave you, you think that maybe, he does really like you.

You sit down alone at one of the tables from the campus cafe, open your laptop and pull your notebooks out when the waitress brings your coffee.

You start to take notes, JJ’s already noticed that you walked in a few minutes ago, and now that you’re distracted, he excuses himself and walks to you.

“Uhhh… ‘s this seat taken?”

He flashes you a boyish grin, removing his cap and placing it on the table before you even answer, you raise a brow, look him up and down before you nod, and then he seats next to you.

When he notices you’re not making any effort to talk to him, he curses himself, lays against the couch and manspreads right besides you, his eyes flicking between you and his friends before he speaks again anxiously.

“Sooo…” he licks his lips. “Are you studying anything right now orrr…”

His question is a little stupid, maybe even awkward — he can literally see what you’re doing.

“Just taking notes.” You answer, looking back at him.

“Cool, cool…” he mutters, one of his hands running through his hair. “Andddd what is it that you’re drinking?”

“An iced latte.” You speak.

You don’t know what he’s doing, what kind of tactic he’s trying to use on you, but you still play into it, you speak to him, because sure, he may be juuuuust a little stupid, but he’s still attractive, and he’s trying, that counts, it’s already much more than the other guys did for you.

“Aah, never tried that,” he chuckles. “You should try whiskey, helps when you’re studying.”

He jokes and you laugh, a hushed one but it still comes out, a smile plays on your lips and it quickly transfers into his when he sees it’s starting to work out for him.

“At four pm?” You joke back.

“Yeah, tried once, it really worked.” He points to your notebooks. “Was taking notes in the speed of light.” He makes a funny sound effect, it makes you laugh again.

“Didn’t you fail all your exams?” You tease, crossing your arms and turning to look at him.

Good, he already managed to take your attention from your stupid books to him.

“You know that’s — that’s a really good point but,” he pauses, closing your laptop with a finger. “I said I took quick notes not good ones.” He shrugs.

“Reaally convenient.” You roll your eyes, a soft smile escaping the corners of your lips as he sits closer to you.

“Hey, ‘m just telling the truth.”

He raises his arms, defensive, and chuckle, maybe spending time with him is not that bad as you thought earlier. You spend time speaking, getting to know each other better, he flirts with you cause of course he does, and even if it’s cheesy, maybe even goofy, you like his little jokes, his little flirts, the way he pushes your hair behind your ear, pokes you and pinches you in between his phrases, the way he acts like that typical frat boy.

It’s pleasing, comfortable, but it’s getting late, you’ll have to go soon.

“This is really nice, really, but… I have to...” you speak, he interrupts.

“No — no, it’s fine can I just..” he swallows, leans closer. “Can I just have your number?”

A loud laugh escapes you, you quickly cover your mouth, your cheeks flush almost immediately because it looks like you’re making fun of him, but you’re not, it’s just unexpected, JJ could’ve chosen anyone, and he chose you, it’s comical. He stares at you for a while, waits for you to speak when one of his eyebrows raise, you finally make a move to answer his question.

“I.. I’m sorry, y - yes, here you go.” So you give him your number, he smiles like his day just got better, his eyes light up in joy and when you start to walk away after packing your stuff, he quickly starts to fuss around with his clothes, is he — is he taking off his sweatshirt?

“Here, just, just take it, you’re probably gonna be cold and - and I don’t really need it, yeah?”

With a face like that, how could you refuse?

[evispunk]

your insta stories w/ bf!jj maybank, pt 2

[616witch]

do insects love? yes, these two do.

5 favourite comic book ships: ant-man and the wasp [3/5]

[politicaldilfs]

Minnesota Governor DILFs

Tim Walz, Arne Carlson, Al Quie, Mark Dayton, Elmer L. Andersen, Harold LeVander, Jesse Ventura, Karl Rolvaag, Luther Youngdahl, Tim Pawlenty, Edward J. Thye, Rudy Perpich, Orville Freeman, Wendell R. Anderson

[missfool]

drew starkey and rudy pankow’s defrosting yall

[fulfillingbineeds]

Misfits Series Four Episode Thumbnails (from Apple TV)

4x1

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[jessethegoat]

That time when Jesse asked Hansi for a lunch..

only then he also bringing another guy with him. That guy is none other than Rudy Völler 🥹🥹🥹

[beastie-anon]

EVENT

Your a substitute teacher. You don't know how or why, But you are. One student really stands out in class. He wears a hoodie all the time and gets good grades, But gets bullied by everyone in class.

It's because of how poor he and his family are, He always seemed to wear the same dirty thing to class too. Though, The school won't send anyone to check out the house.

Two others seemed to stick out a little too.

A boy named Jesse, Who was half mermaid and half Naga. He just ended up looking like a mermaid, And nobody wanted to adopt him due to it.. You don't see mermaids on land looking to adopt, Afterall. He had the ability to control water, He was pretty anti social.

His best friend was a cat named Cherry, She was super social yet awkward, Not a good combination. She tried to be popular but just came off as weird.. But adorable.

[warfared]

i’m literally dying i want to make my characters parents so bad

[veryslowgirl]

[professorlaytondestroyedmyfeels]

Mate you SURE you want me to list how many ocs I have??

Reblog and tag with if you create OCS, how many you have, since how long and if you see your OCS with the same love you have for your blorbos

[evispunk]

songs that remind me of jj maybank <3

ava - famy

champagne & sunshine - PLVTINUM

meddle about - chase atlantic

i know the end - phoebe bridgers

matilda - harry styles

seven - taylor swift

the color violet - tory lanez

settle down - the 1975

friends - chase atlantic

come out and play - the offspring

ceilings - lizzy mcalpine

hope ur ok - olivia rodrigo

london bridge - fergie

crybaby - the neighborhood

pretty fly (for a white guy) - the offspring

sailor song - gigi perez

[totheblood]

roommate!ellie headcanons

warnings: 18+ , a little smutty, not proofread at all

a/n: ai audios at the end... yum is all, pls pls reblog, like, and reply

ellie is ecstatic when she realizes she can finally move off campus this upcoming semester

ellie is all but excited when she realizes she can’t afford the two-bedroom apartment off campus on her own

she had finally saved enough money to live off campus, but now if she didn’t find a roommate on time, she would essentially be homeless

she was thinking of asking dina or jesse, but since they had just moved in together, they wouldn’t be able to get out of their lease

so she puts an ad on the university’s website, writing “NEED ROOMMATE ASAP” on the student boards

she gets like 5 applications, and not to her surprise, they are all weirdos

two of the guys who applied didn’t even go to the school and left half of the application blank

another girl asked if she could bring her two birds with her

and the last person left their name blank

the only semi-normal one was you, and when ellie went to meet you she thought, “huh, this could work.”

she gave you a half-smile, looking you up and down before asking, “when can you move in?”

she squeezed her eyes shut as you hugged her, repeating “thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over again

sighing, she lightly pushes you off of her, “not really the hugging type,” she gently taps your shoulder, something crumpling inside her when she sees you deflate

on move-in day ellie stands by the door holding it open as you and some tall guy haul in boxes together

she watches you interact with him as she decides to pitch in and help, wondering if he is your boyfriend

for roommate business only, of course

she watches as he says something to you as you bring the last box in together, watches as your eyes light up at what he says and how you laugh, and ignores the weird twisting inside her chest

after helping you set up your room, she sits on your freshly made up bed, smiling at how homey it already feels

she watches as you move trinkets around on your dresser, smiling to yourself as your hand traces the outlines of each one

“so that guy that was in here earlier,” her mouth is open before her mind decided she wanted to speak, “is he your… boyfriend?”

“oh god, no,” you laugh to yourself, shaking your head with a bright smile, “that’s rudy, he’s gay,” you plop down next to her, smoothing the sheets of your quilted bedsheets as you lean back and get a good look at her, “why? you interested?”

“i’m gay,” she replies, eyes jumping all over your face as if she’s taking you in

she breathes in deeply, smelling your scent coming off of you in waves, vanilla mixed with amber

“oh,” is all you say before looking back at her, your smile a little smaller than the teasing grin you had on earlier, “i also… like women.”

“cool,” ellie breathes out through puffed lips, ignoring how her skin burns with your eyes on her. this was not how it was supposed to be done. you’re supposed to meet the girl  first, fall in love with her, and then move in with her. this was all backward.

ellie pushes herself up off your bed, stuffs her hands in her pockets and turns around, giving you another gentle smile, “i’m gonna get ready for bed,” she lifts up her hand, pointing behind her with her thumb

she almost doesn’t notice your expression drop before you are giving her yet another sickly sweet smile and telling her goodnight

when she gets into her room that night she leans her head back on the door, rubbing her face with a small, “fuck,” coming from her lips

living with you is objectively nice

you get up and make breakfast for the both of you, you buy plants and place them around the apartment, and you get along with her

almost too well, ellie thinks

one night when you are studying together, ellie feels something shift inside her

she’s sitting at one end of the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table

you’re next to her but your feet are propped up on the small couch, your knees bent

“you’re comfortable like that?” she turns to ask you, watching over your hunched over frame

you just shrug, moving your book away from your face to look at her, “what am i supposed to do? put my feet on you?”

“i don’t mind,” ellie smiles back, grabbing at your ankle to pull your feet over her lap

the gesture has your face burning, but you just shove your face back in your book, hiding your shy smile

ellie notices, and almost throws up when she feels her heart swell at the sight

a month after that ellie wakes up to find you in the kitchen, cooking breakfast as you usually do

except this time you’re wearing only a t-shirt and underwear that show off your as-

“hey els,” you turn on your heal, “morning”

“morning,” she sighs back, biting down the urge to look at your body and sitting at the table scrolling through the phone

she does her best to ignore you, but can’t ignore the little noises you make as you lean up on your tip toes to reach something on a higher shelf,

your shirt riding up, revealing more of your stomach to her

she has to fight to ignore the dampness in her pants as she excuses herself to the bathroom, a need to release it becoming a priority for her

she begins to think you’re teasing her as every morning she wakes up and sees you in the kitchen wearing a different t-shirt and underwear combo that makes her brain mush

“how’s your breakfast?” you ask, digging in before her

“huh?” she asks, looking up at you mouth slightly open

“your breakfast,” you repeat, “how is it?”

“oh, uh,” ellie takes another bite, “it’s good, thanks”

“are you okay?” you ask, taking your own bite, “you’ve been kinda spacey these past few days”

“just a little distracted,” she shrugs, mouth half full

“by?”

“nothing,” she shakes her head, stuffing her mouth full again

“it’s not nothing if you’re distracted,” you reply, challenging her with your arms crossed

she pauses for a beat, looks you up and down, before shaking her head and laughing, “you’re unbelievable,”

a pout forms at your lips as you, open your mouth to speak again, “what does that mean?”

“you know what you’re doing,” she shrugs again, avoiding your eyes the best she can

“what am i doing?” you ask, arms crossed now, looking at her even though she isn’t looking back at you

until she is, eyes seeming to bore a hole through yours, “you walk around wearing practically nothing, you have to know that has some effect on me”

your arms fall to your sides as your mouth opens, “it does?”

“of course, it fucking does,” she bites back, “i’m only human”

“and it distracts you?” 

“sure fucking does,” she’s avoiding your gaze, looking down at her plate of eggs, moving them around the plate

“how?” you ask, making her still

“what do you mean how?” she looks up at you, both slightly scared and turned on by the look in  your eyes

“what are you thinking of when you’re distracted?”

“you. i just sai-”

“what are you thinking about doing to me?” you cut her off and suddenly she realizes the sick game you’re playing with her

she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth with the lick of her tongue, she takes a shaky breath in and stares at the plate

“i think about…” she pauses, swallowing a lump in her throat before speaking again, “touching you”

“where?” you’re quick with it, not letting her breathe before she continues

she looks up at you, before rolling her eyes, “what is this?”

“where do you think about touching me?” you push your self off the chair, moving to stand in front of her, placing a gentle hand over her hand that was placed on the table, “this okay?” you ask, to which she nods quickly

moving her hand to over your chest, you take a deep breath in, “you think about touching me here?” you ask, a smirk playing on your lips, before moving her hands down your stomach to rest on the space above your panties, “or here?” 

ellie’s breathing is unsteady, as she watches her hand placed right above where it dreamed to be, staring at the damp spot on the fabric that she can only assume is there for her

she nods her head slowly, her fingers curling in the band of the fabric before she’s gently tugging on her

you’re looking down on her, knowing completely what you’re doing and enjoying it

her green eyes look up at you through her lashes, something dark behind them as she pulls you closer to her, just by the waistband alone

you grab onto the back of her head for stability, fingers running through her hair making her lean into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed

she gently tugs down your underwear, till it pools at your feet

she turns in her chair, using both of her hands to grab at your hips, pulling you closer to her

her lips press a gentle kiss to the spot below your bellybutton, before looking back up at you

“you’re so fucking pretty,” she coos, her voice soft, as her hands rub up and down your sides

“don’t want to distract you,” you tease, your fingers still caught up in her hair

“you can distract me when ever you want,”

[vote-democrat-president-congress]

In Plain Sight, Republicans Are Still Trying to Undermine the Election

Some of the most important and alarming reporting during the 2024 election cycle has centered on what used to be one of the sleepiest and least divisive corners of election administration — the vote certification process. Specifically, the nationwide effort by Republicans to install state election officials who are prepared, if not motivated, to undermine and possibly block the certification of vote totals. If that were to happen in the right counties in the right states, it could tip the outcome of the entire election.

Republicans are not being secretive about this. According to an investigation by Rolling Stone, nearly 70 battleground-state election officials have openly “questioned the validity of elections or delayed or refused to certify results.”

Certification has long been a routine ministerial task, unencumbered by partisanship, as the investigation points out. Increasingly, though, that’s not the case in the Trump era, now that Republicans have reprogrammed themselves to believe that it is impossible for them to lose any election except by fraud.

The danger comes not only from isolated kooks who get their news from Rudy Giuliani news conferences. Last week in Georgia, the Republican-controlled state election board approved a measure that could unleash local election officials to do their own research and delay certifying vote counts (those that Trump doesn’t win outright, anyway).

Put aside for the moment that this new rule appears to be in conflict with longstanding Georgia law that requires certification in absence of a court challenge. The bigger problem here is in how we choose our president — via the Electoral College — and how much power that winner-take-all system gives a single state to influence the outcome of the entire election.

Americans experienced this firsthand in 2000, when the quirks of Florida’s ballot design allowed George W. Bush to win the whole state — and with it the White House — by a mere 537 votes. In 2016 and 2020, battleground states like Arizona and Georgia were decided by extraordinarily tight margins; as Trump’s threatening phone call to the Georgia secretary of state demonstrated, a swing of just a few thousand votes would have shifted all 16 of the state’s electoral votes from Joe Biden to him.

Thankfully, key election officials that year put their civic obligations above their partisan preferences, ensuring that the vote count in 2020 was reliable. Today, most local election officials and poll workers are still honest, hardworking citizens doing a thankless job. But as political rhetoric becomes more toxic and infused with partisanship, many of those workers are leaving or being driven out, replaced by single-minded people with a partisan agenda instead of a patriotic spirit.

None of this would be an issue under a national popular vote. Biden eked out his 2020 win in the Electoral College, but all together he won seven million more votes than Trump. A few dozen or hundred or even a few thousand well-placed votes would not have made any difference. In 2000, 2016 and 2020, of course, they made all the difference.

Jesse Wegman, NYTimes Editorial Board Member

[mikichko]

thank you so much for the tag jess 🥺💕 !!

im pleased as punch :)))

no pressure tags: @buttdumplin @xxshadowbabexx @dragonnarrative-writes and anyone who saw a funny shaped cloud :)

Screenshot and reblog with who you got!

I got this idea from this post by @/shyeehaw

Who I got 👇

I mean... I think I'd change my best friend but I'm cool with this 😅