#Lala Land

[celeb-mix]

[got-the-cheese-touch]

sometimes i wonder if it’s a red flag that my top five movies (IN NO SPECIFIC ORDER) (because i love them equally) are

lala land

dead poets society

the bobs burgers movie musical

midsommar

ferris beullers day off

anyone?

[cementarybf]

Forgot to post this here but a VERY messy lala land au of jeff nat that only makes sense to me and a friend

[astro-tag-9]

The signs as Taylor swift songs (2)

THE 1

Two people that share 5th/7th/8th house Synastry

[vincespince]

lala land is so magical it changed my LIFE!!!!!!

[ken-dom]

Midnight Thoughts

Sebastian Wilder x Jacob Palmer

1.2k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Jacob, feeling lonely, reaches out. Seb, feeling irritated, makes an offer.

∘₊✧ Author's notes: This is entirely thanks to my pals on goosecord with extra special thank you's to Sascha and Clam for the fun chat that encouraged me to write this, and to K for checking my first draft and being my sanity as always! Song title from Midnight Thoughts by Set If Off, which seems so them somehow, especially from Jacob's point of view. Also, I am already SO tempted to write a second part to this…

∘₊✧ Warning/content: NSFW, masturbation, anal play, dildos, crying, hinted exhibitionism, sexting

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Jacob’s hips rock in a steady rhythm; not exactly slow but he’s not really going for it either. He’s bored, you see.

He’s riding a brand new dildo, thick and long and pinned between his heels while he slides himself down and raises his hips up again, an abundance of old – and some new – toys scattered around him on his crisp but ruffled bed sheets. The newest ones remain unopened, some he’s tried once or twice, and most are well-used, but none can quite hit the spot he needs them to. They rarely do.

He’s hard, he needs to cum. But he can’t. Because there is no one to see him climax, and where’s the fun in that?

He left the curtains drawn back on his floor to ceiling windows that stretch the full length of one wall in his bedroom. There’s no one out there, though, in the expanse of landscaped gardens. And why would there be? He lives alone, and he doesn’t get visitors. And if his gardener was on shift today, he would have drawn those curtains for sure, but then he wouldn’t have even got this far before giving up.

He needs attention and has no one to give him it. His cock needs attention, too, but he refuses to cum at his own touch whilst sobbing into his pillow again. Not today. If he’s going to sob, someone needs to make him sob. Make it a thrill rather than a pathetic attempt to feel some worth.

With a resigned sigh, he flops back and onto his side, propping his head on the foam pillow and reaching for his phone from the nightstand, his neglected cock twitching, but not leaking.

****

A drawn out, satisfied moan echoes around Seb’s apartment. A thin blade of sunlight illuminates a strip across his naked form, and if he was more coherent right now, he would appreciate the art of it, but all he can focus on his the heat building in his core as he fucks himself on his dildo, slow and deliberate movements clouding his thoughts into a haze of bliss.

He only has one toy, he’s used it for years, and it does the trick every time. Seb is well practised at getting what he wants, and pleasure is no exception.

The tip of his toy, perfectly shaped for his body, brushes so deliciously against that spot inside him that makes his toes curl every time he drags it out and pushes it back in, and he trembles, forcing himself not to speed up. Not yet. He intends to prolong his pleasure for as long as he can manage, until his throbbing, weeping cock can’t take any more and will be fit to explode with the slightest touch. 

Much like jazz, it’s an art.

The first thick pearl of precum pumps from his tip and he gasps at the brief, temporary relief in his already achingly untouched cock, and that’s alright for now. It’s building up, slowly but surely to the explosive orgasm he craves. After all, he has all day.

****

Jacob stares at his phone. He’s messaged three women now, all of whom usually seem so desperate to jump into bed with him. But he’s getting nothing. Why aren’t they responding? None of them? Is there a Women Who’ve Slept With Jacob Palmer convention that he missed the memo for? Surely he should be a guest speaker at the very least.

His lip trembles and a single teardrop wets his pillowcase. Just one, at least, for now. 

He can’t let this end in him sobbing himself to sleep and being discovered by his cleaner in the morning, surrounded by dildos and vibes and fleshlights, and miserably alone.

‘Fuck it,’ he growls, frustrated, and opens up another new conversation, scrolling down his contacts to select a name from lower down the list. Lower, that is, than ‘Girl 1,’ ‘Girl 2,’ and ‘Girl 3 - v.2.’

****

Seb is gripping his pillow so hard with his free hand that his knuckles have begun to ache. He doesn’t notice this, though, until his phone pings and disrupts his flow.

On hearing the shrill tone, his fingers uncurl from the thin cotton, and his eyes, brimming with irritation, pop open.

He can’t have this. He simply cannot have the outside world ruining his pleasure with something as banal as ‘notifications.’

He deserves to cum in peace, in his own time, undisturbed. To finish his work of art.

Carefully, he reaches for his phone to switch it onto silent mode, forget about the disruption, and continue on as he was, but when he lifts the device from where he discarded it face-down on the bed, he sees the screen and his cock twitches.

Jacob Palmer1 unread message

His eyes widen at the natural response of his body, and he almost drops his phone in haste to unlock the message and see what Jacob wants.

‘Hey’

Seb rolls his eyes. Hey. How Jacob manages to get so many women into bed is beyond Seb, between his unoriginal chat up schtick and the way he seems to be absolutely convinced they’re all falling over themselves to have him between their thighs. Idiot.

But, beyond his better judgement, Seb, clenching around his dildo, lets go of the base to use both hands for typing, and replies with a simple, ‘Hi, Jacob.’

As if the reply was already prepared and ready to send, it flashes up immediately beneath his own text.

‘What u doing’

Seb huffs a disbelieving laugh. No punctuation. Shorthand. Jesus. Still, he types a reply.

‘Some quite important business. Did you want something?’

Attention, Jacob thinks, but he types, ‘No girls are texting back, felt lonely, thought you’d understand’

Seb rolls his eyes again, this time it’s partly at how quickly Jacob replies every time – he’s so much more needy than he realises – and partly at the assumption that Seb is bothered by women deciding not to reply to him.

He smirks as he crafts the perfect response, if he does say so himself. 

‘So you thought you’d text a guy instead?’

Jacob’s heart races. He bites his lip, hands shaking as he types, ‘I’m not gay…’ and hits send. His cock is finally leaking and his fingers turn white where he grips his phone hard, unblinking, as he awaits Seb’s response.

Seb sighs at Jacob’s passe reply exasperatedly and shakes his head. 

Fuck it. If he didn’t try now, it would never happen.

Blood boiling, he replies, ‘I fuck men and I’m trying to fuck myself right now so stop texting. Either get over here and fuck me yourself or I’ll come over there and fuck you.’

A pause. 

The longest pause Seb has ever seen from Jacob. He wonders if he’s scared Jacob off for good, their playful, intermittent flirting finally coming to an end because Seb was a little too honest. He begins to feel something similar to what Jacob had started out with swelling in his chest.

Then, to his relief, three dots. Jacob is typing.

‘On my way.’

[boredcoldandhungry]

the urge to rewrite my favorite movie but as solangelo

[movie--posters]

[100gayicons]

Congratulations to Benj Pasek for achieving EGOT (Emmy-Grammy-Oscar-Tony) status with his win of an 2024 Emmy Award.

He and his writing partner Justin Paul met in college and soon began working together. The duo won an EMMY for Outstanding Original Music and Lyrics for their song “Which of the Pickwick Triplets Did It?" (For Only Murders in the Building 2024).

They previous won two TONY’s in 2017 for Best Musical and Best Original Score for “Dear Evan Hansen”.

Winning an OSCAR in 2017 for Best Original Song for "City of Stars" (from La La Land).

And they won a GRAMMY in 2018 for Best Musical Theater Album for “Dear Evan Hansen”.

While Justin Paul is straight and married, Benj Pasek identifies as gay and isn’t married.

[aaravaggarwal9]

City Of Stars

City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars

There's so much that I can't see

Who knows?

Is this the start of something wonderful and new?

Or one more dream that I cannot make true?

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lala land dividers

ᐳ ᐳ please refer to my pinned post under "my edits" for divider rules ᐸ ᐸ

requested by anon - sorry i wasn't able to make more

[celeb-mix]

[heartsforlanadelrey]

ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʀs, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ?

[chroniclesofadeadgirl]

Sorry to anyone if youve not watched this masterpiece yet

[b1rdeyes]

HEAR ME OUTTTT

[downfalldestiny]

Who else but me, literally me ❤️‍🩹 !.