#Welsh men

[dadsinsuits]

Mark Hughes

[amagnificentobsession]

♥️✨

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

The Deadpool variant with the flag of Wales on their chest is even funnier when you realize Welshpool is an actual place in Wales.

[ingravinoveritas]

Michael talking about/confirming having a crush on a man on The Assembly tonight.

[rainbowpopeworld]

(Edited to add: not an actual quote from Michael Sheen - this is a meme)

[wiltedprayers]

they're so domestic

[k-wame]

BARRY KEOGHAN as Dymphna Calm with Horses (2019) dir. Nick Rowland

[iceman-soup]

amab masc!reader x top!soap

Getting fucked more intensely than you've been in years after a mission where you escaped death by a fraction of a centimetre, a close-range bullet with your name on missing by sheer luck alone - and it's all just too overwhelming for Soap, too scary and too real.

He drags you straight from medical to his barrack the second you both get the all-okay, pressing you against his wall once he's locked the door shut, his knee between your legs making you whine and grind against him. Your mouth is on his - desperate, messy kisses only broken to tear each other's clothes off, stumbling to the bed and letting him lie you down against it.

He's scrambling to find a halfway decent bottle of lube, one hand on your chest to keep you in place as he mutters about "m' pretty boy, almost gettin' hurt," not letting you reply, instead shushing you as he manages to undo the cap on a bottle.

"You're mine," his tone is insistent as he preps you as quickly as he can, far too much lube on his fingers making you whine at the cold, half-heartedly complaining that he's being too harsh. "Mine- my boy, mine," is all he repeats, stuttered between kisses whilst he works you open.

Once you're ready, Soap pushes his tip into you, breathing heavy as his head falls onto your chest. He presses open-mouthed kisses to the skin, one hand wrapping around your own cock and pumping at increasing speed as he moves his hips, groans falling from both your lips.

"Cannae have tha'- don't need you gettin' hurt-" rambling between pants and moans 'til you cum, then looking down at it on your stomach, "bonnie lad, m' hen.."

He slams into you, ignoring your whimpers as you start to become overstimulated, then grunting and resting his sweaty forehead on your collarbone, hips flush against yours and legs trembling as he cums, pulling out a few seconds later, slumping down next to you and pulling your tired body into a desperate embrace.

The room is quiet other than the sound of steadying breathing for a moment, before the Sergeant kisses your hair and squeezes you gently. "Bloody eejit, gettin' me all worked up."

[liorlen]

Some illustrations I made for a module as interpretations of some passages from the Welsh poem 'Preiddeu Annwn'

[skarloeyspa]

imagine being 160 years old lmaooooooooooooo

[dadsinsuits]

Huw Irranca-Davies

[creatrixcymraes]

Just read an infuriating article (nation.cymru) from some fella complaining that the resurgence of interest in Mari Lwyd is "cultural appropriation" and comparing Welsh people to Native Americans and I am just BEGGING for Y Cymry to pull their privileged white heads out of their asses and realise that folk tales and customs are meant to be shared

[amagnificentobsession]

♥️🔥✨

[ourtubahero-blog]

How this man isn’t the #1 DILF of the year is beyond me. Just look at him!

[ingravinoveritas]

Bonus clip of Michael on the WTAWTAW podcast talking about his experiences with gender expression as a teenager in Port Talbot and mentioning his crush on John Taylor again. Transcript of notable highlights below:

Michael: "So when I was 12, 13--early '80s, the time that Allie is talking about--and I saw girls with lip gloss and wearing rah-rah skirts and leg warmers and stuff, [whispers] and I was a little bit jealous. Course, never said that, never said that. In Port Talbot if I'd mentioned that, my life would've been hell. But I do remember being quite...attracted by the trappings. A lot of trappings for girls. We didn't have stuff like that for boys. There were rituals for girls, doing your makeup, doing your hair." Michael: "I mean, my first crush--I said this on a thing I did called The Assembly recently--my first crush was a man called--ah, John Taylor from Duran Duran. Ohh, he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The way I processed it was, like, I'm gonna try and look like John Taylor, try and make my hair like John Taylor." Michael: "And they always used to have a bit of lip gloss going on, didn't they? Those New Romantics. But like I say, I couldn't really try that out in Port Talbot."

This goes directly back to things I have written about on my blog previously, about Michael having these feelings and not being able to express them because of where he grew up and the hateful climate that Section 28 fostered. This is why it is so difficult for someone of Michael's generation to label themselves, because none of that is lightly shaken off.

Even hearing the way Michael talks about it in the podcast, you can tell that this is not a joke, but a longing for something that he still remembers so vividly, because it meant so much to him at the time, and still does. Also, Michael has now mentioned his crush on John Taylor twice in the span of two months after not saying anything about it for years, and if that doesn't tell you where his heart and mind are right now, I'm not sure what does. Neither he nor David need a formal announcement to make it clear who they are, because they've already been telling us...

[the-daily-male]

SIDE 5C

King Arthur

Scott Lang/Ant-Man