#c: hadley

[thankstothe]

Everybody's fine :)

[greghatecrimes]

House + textposts

[ablatheringblatherskite]

Making an edit and made this part slow-mo and saw this properly for the first time...

he's SO GENTLE AND SOFT AND SO TENDER WITH HER THE WAY HIS EYES ARE CLOSED bye I'm going to go and cry now

[fountainpenguin]

Obsessed with the size difference between Hadley and Dale. Both in terms of height and weight. Hadley being only 4' 10' makes her husband look like a giant next to her.

lanky x stocky 💕💕

Have this sketch I did of them.

SKLDFJSLDFJSLKDFJSD I know, right?? Dimmadome x Leadly family genes, my beloved... They are plotting to open another business front that is definitely unrelated to the Dimmadome State Sport of money laundering.

They have such fun silhouettes and you captured that so well; thank you for this gift. They look soft... <3

[luckloveandwaterfalls]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All of Us Villains Series - Amanda Foody & Christine Lynn Herman Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gavin Grieve/Alistair Lowe Characters: Alistair Lowe, Gavin Grieve, Callista Grieve (mentioned) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluffy Ending, One Shot Summary:

After the tournament, as both boys try to patch their new lives together, Alistair arrives at Gavin's new flat to find him sitting on the floor with a note in his hand.

[icantrecallaskysoclear]

Raoulstine Week Day 1; Soulmates

I might not do all the prompts but I liked this one. If this is the only day of Raoulstine week I do, I feel good about it. A Crowd of Thousands gives me serious Raoul/Christine vibes, the whole childhood-sweethearts-to-lovers trope that I adore.

PS: I absolutely know that Raoul grew up with Christine, and no he didn’t just  meet her at fourteen when he saved her scarf. 

[ruleof3bobby]

I'M THINKING OF ENDING THINGS (2020) Grade: C

Very Charlie Kaufman in every way. Strange. I think one of his hardest scripts yet to follow. The tones changes suddenly. I wonder it differs from the novel? However, the more I chew on it all, I'm liking it more and more. Could be a cult classic one day.

[girlyraves]

starter for @introversions

ah no, this is gonna be some satanic, ritual, hidden-chapel shit, isn't it?

avery had supposed she should have changed her name to icarus at this point in time. she had dragged her friend into the woods with the concept of 'i haven't done anything fun in my twenties so far, please do this one thing for me'. which may have been the dumbest thing she'd ever have done and the last thing she'd ever do. it was pitch black by now, the forest had lost its colour an hour ago and it was safe to assume the two of them were lost. "c'mon, it's not like we're gonna get... unlost standing here, we need to actually move." avery demanded from her friend, grabbing their hand and forcing them to move forward further into the forest area. her plan had backfired, severely, the more she entered the forest the eerier it had felt. it was almost as though she could feel eyes fixated on her, though avery knew she was being paranoid, she had to be. the forest was perfectly fine in the daylight, she just had an overactive imagination. "you can feel it too, right? like this is gonna be some satanic ritual, hidden chapel with killers waiting to get us, type of thing."

[nick-duval]

You know, that's a good question -- I haven't tried actual costumes on him yet, but he gets really excited when I break out the vest for his harness when we do longer hikes, so it might be worth a shot, at least. If he can handle wearing a costume, I have to imagine he'll be all for the attention it gets him from any of the kids we run into.

Totally not weird at all! So, speaking of Max - have you figured out if he's a costume-wearing dog and will be getting dressed up for the upcoming holiday? I know they've dressed the animals up for their promotional pics at the shelter so he's probably been in one before he was adopted, but not all of them are always thrilled being in costume.

[boomgers]

El futuro del deporte viste de morado y dorado… “Lakers: Tiempo De Ganar · Temporada 2”

La serie continúa explorando la vida profesional y personal de Los Angeles Lakers, enfocándose en el período inmediatamente posterior a las Finales, de 1980 hasta 1984, que culmina con la primera revancha profesional de las estrellas más grandes de la era: Magic Johnson y Larry Bird.

Estreno: 6 de agosto de 2023 en HBO y HBO Max.

La segunda temporada cuenta con las actuaciones de John C. Reilly, Quincy Isaiah, Adrien Brody, Jason Clarke, Gaby Hoffmann, Jason Segel, Hadley Robinson, DeVaughn Nixon, Solomon Hughes, Tamera Tomakili, Brett Cullen, Stephen Adly Guirgis, Spencer Garrett, Molly Gordon, Joey Brooks, Delante Desouza, Jimel Atkins, Austin Aaron, McCabe Slye, Thomas Mann, Michael Chiklis, entre otros.

[unknown-till]

★ 👓🌈DOMO GRAPHICS🤎⛈️

|°ʬ°| I made the first domo pixel hi domo

🕶️These were all found on Gifcities & Deviantart(Stamps)!

Stamp creds in order (c) cherryflavoredstars, kuribohspirit, Delirious-Lolita, C-Hadley, bird-man-714, puddingcup303

[luckloveandwaterfalls]

Chapters: 12/16 Fandom: All of Us Villains Series - Amanda Foody & Christine Lynn Herman Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Alistair Lowe/Isobel Macaslan, Finley Blair/Briony Thorburn Characters: Alistair Lowe, Isobel Macaslan, Gavin Grieve, Briony Thorburn, Finley Blair, Elionor Payne, Carbry Darrow, Reid MacTavish Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Tournaments, Alliances, Blood and Injury, Flirting, Developing Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Betrayal, Heavy Angst, Bittersweet Ending Summary:

When the Blood Veil falls, every champion plays to win.

[stellaschue]

Oooooooh, curiosity piqued -- do I get a hint? Just a little tiny one? Oh, I could totally pull off Anxiety with the hair, but also the general air of controlled chaos that seems to be a Schuester family trait. The group costume is officially a go though, and since Matt's pitching in with the party at the fire hall, I think my attendance is proooooobably gonna be required so he doesn't look like one squeaky wheel of a tricycle all my himself.

Thank you! Though, thanks to a whole other conversation, I think I've found the perfect costume and so long as I can find an old childhood item, I should be able to pull it off! Going to let it be a surprise I think, though. Oh, I think Anxiety would actually be a great option for you, you likely wouldn't even have to wear a wig since your hair color is about right for the costume! Either way, I'm sure the group costume you all choose will be awesome! Are you all going to that party at the fire hall?

[gcldcnhour]

musings

[darkmold]

The Hunger Games d!ck analysis post because i have severe brainrot rn

Warnings: d i c k

Finnick “The Peacock” Odair

Finnick’s cock is an average length but it is so PRETTY- it’s tan like the rest of him with a slight tone shift towards the tip and no particular curve. Thick enough to give his partners that little stretch when he first pushes in

He has a neat patch of curly blond pubes above his cock, probably no treasure trail

The skin is silky and very pleasing to run your tongue along. He has a sensitive spot on the underside near the base. Use that information as you will.

I feel like he cums a lot and it tastes good. He seems like the type of guy to eat a lot of fruit

Haymitch “The Alcoholic” Abernathy

Longer than average but a bit on the slim side, his dick is lined with veins and the head gets purple when he’s close to cumming. Has an upwards curve that hits all the good spots

I don’t see him as the shaving type, so he probably has a good amount of hair on his belly and thighs

His depression makes it difficult for him to get in the mood, but when he is, he has good stamina. He’ll make the session worth your while.

He produces a good amount of cum, but it probably doesn’t taste very good cuz of the alcohol. He’s aware of this though, and prefers to finish outside the mouth

Cato “Career Girl” Hadley

A bit shorter than average but makes up for it in other ways. Decently thick though! There is a vein running up the side of his shaft that’s most prominent at the base

Sensitive at the tip and loves getting head, his cock blushes a pretty pink color when he’s hard

Shaves as often as he can manage because the hair is uncomfortable in his training gear back in district 2

He cums suddenly (though not prematurely) and gets embarrassed and a little upset when someone mentions it. Yes, he’s tried to fix it. No, he hasn’t been successful.

Peeta “Baker’s Boy” Mellark

Another smaller than average lad, but anyone who doubts him will quickly learn otherwise.

Values the warmth and connection of sex, it’s like he’s trying to meld himself with his partner and never leave. The heat of his skin quickly takes over the mind of his partners and they’re left in a puddle of orgasmic affection

His cock blushes red when he gets worked up and it’s very fun to stroke (especially when he feels safe enough to make some noise- the whimpers will melt your heart)

He cums a normal amount, but it leaves his mind mushy every time. Eyes unfocused and everything. Something tells me he’d want to finish inside but he’s wary about doing so. Cum tastes sweet and a little salty (almost like if trail mix were a fluid)

[7s3ven]

LACY. cato hadley

( master list )

IN WHICH… Clove Kentwell can’t help but compare herself to Cato’s ex. They may have dated a year ago, but she sees the way he still looks at her.

“Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me. You poison every little thing that I do”

—

“Cato, are you listening?” Clove placed a hand on her boyfriend’s muscular arm, her eyebrows knitted together. She wasn’t usually worried but with how distant Cato had been lately, she couldn’t help it.

“Huh?” Finally, Cato turned to her. “Yeah. I’m good. Sorry, I’m just tired.” But his eyes didn’t fail to trail back to her. Clove followed his line of sight, feeling a sudden burst of jealousy.

He had been paying more attention to her than Clove.

Y/N L/N, District Two’s prized possession. A delicate beauty none the less. And Cato Hadley’s ex-girlfriend. It had been a year since the two broke up but he was still gazing at her from time to time, which angered Clove.

She had tried to bring it up with him, but he brushed her off. “Cato.” She tugged on his shirt, gaining his attention. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” The pair were sitting in a small cafe that happened to be Y/N’s favorite. She was always sitting in the corner, laughing with friends.

“I thought you liked this place.” Cato tilted his head to the side.

“I do.” Clove glanced down at the cinnamon spice coffee that she adored, “But I… want a change of scenery.” All she wanted was one day where she didn’t have to witness Cato eying up Y/N.

“Uh. Yeah. We can leave.”

Clove did her best to hide her sigh of relief. They stood up, pushing their chairs back. Clove grabbed her drink and practically shoved Cato out the door.

“What about that dessert place you like?” Cato questioned. Only, Clove didn’t like desserts. She liked warm and hot things; like hot chai lattes and spicy soup. Y/N was the one who liked desserts.

“I’m not in the mood for cold things.” Clove smiled, cooly playing it off. She couldn’t help but loathe Y/N for influencing Cato this much and leaving such a huge mark. But it was partly her fault for falling in love with a guy who wasn’t over his ex.

“Do you just want to go home and watch a movie then?” Cato suggested. Finally, he remembered one right detail about her. Clove silently nodded, taking another sip from her cup.

Cato abruptly paused. “Hey, your friend is friends with Y/N, right?” Clove wasn’t even disappointed at this point.

She heaved a light sigh. “Yeah. I guess. They talk.”

“Great. I need to return some things to her but I don’t know her new address. So do you think you could ask your friend?”

“I’m not really comfortable with you being around Y/N.” Clove fiddled with her fingers, which was another trait she had gained from her relationship with Cato.

Cato quietly scoffed, but not in a rude way. He smiled. “It’s just a few things, Clo. I’ll be in and out like that.” He quickly snapped his fingers. Clove rocked back and forth on her heels before giving in.

“I’ll ask but I can’t make any promise.” She uttered, the light in her eyes dimming when she saw Cato grin wider.

Y/N was the type of girl nobody could compare to with her stunning E/C eyes and lingering perfume that hung heavily on her skin.

She was Heather Conan talked about. She was Lacy Olivia referred to. And in a way, she was Clove’s rival.

“Excuse me.”

Clove’s heart practically dropped after she heard that all too familiar voice. Cato seemed to spin around impossibly fast.

Y/N stood behind them, softly smiling. “I think you left this.” She held up a hardcover book that Clove had forgotten to grab despite it being her favorite.

“Oh…” Clove quickly reached for it, hugging it tightly to her chest. “Thank you.” She choked out. Y/N sent her another smile that made Clove feel sick. How could she be so perfect?

“Cato, I found some of your stuff in my closet.” Y/N turned to the blond-haired boy. “Would you be wanting it back?” Clove almost prayed for Cato to ignore her. To not reply. But Cato opened his mouth anyway.

“I have some of your things too. I was planning on asking Clove’s friend, Aria, for your address.”

“Oh, Aria! She’s so nice. She let me borrow her perfume once.”

It was like Clove wasn’t even there. She clenched her hands into fists as she watched the two converse like they were old friends. They somewhat were but their dating history made it weird for them to be speaking so casually.

Cato was hanging off every word Y/N said which left Clove alone. She almost shrivelled under all the pitying looks people passing by gave her, but she continued to stand tall.

“I’ll meet you there then?” Y/N asked, her perfectly tinted lips curving upwards. Her makeup was always perfect, unlike Clove who preferred to wear none at all. Suddenly, Clove grew self-conscious.

Did Cato like feminine girls? Clove looked Y/N up and down, noticing her neat outfit. The H/C-nette was wearing a skirt while Clove was dressed in loose fitting cargo pants. Her gaze flickered to Y/N’s hair. Every strand was placed perfectly while Clove’s hair was simply pulled back into a messy ponytail.

“Yeah. See you.” Cato bid Y/N farewell. He looked at Clove again, who was losing her confidence the more she compared herself to Y/N. “You ready to go?”

Clove hid her insecurity behind a smile. “Yeah.” She muttered, her voice quieter than she planned it to be.

The couple always watched movies at Cato’s house. His family had a spare room that they used as a small movie theatre. Clove leaned against Cato and despite him allowing her to do so, she knew he wished she was someone else.

“So, what were you and Y/N talking about?” Clove carefully questioned as the movie had begun playing. She felt Cato shrug.

“Not much. We were just arranging a place and time to give stuff back.”

“Why do you still have her stuff?”

“I must’ve forgotten about it.”

The pang in Clove’s heart told her that he was lying. She saw the way he hugged a pink hoodie to sleep. It wasn’t her’s, and it didn’t smell like her either. Clove’s perfume was heavy and mature while the hoodie smelled airy and floral… just like Y/N.

Clove did her best to focus on the movie. She would get lost in her thoughts from time to time but always came back to reality when Cato shifted around.

Clove yawned and slightly slouched, letting the cushions of the couch engulf her. She glanced at Cato who was too focused on the screen to notice.

She suddenly paused the movie, confusing Cato. “Are you leaving now?” He asked, watching as she stood up. She shook her head.

“Cato, we need to talk about…” Clove paused, choosing her next words carefully. “Some things that have been happening recently.”

Cato raised his eyebrows, indirectly telling her to continue.

“Lately we haven’t been the same. I mean, I’m training more and you… you seem distracted. Did I do something wrong?” Clove had never felt more vulnerable than right now.

“I mean… you did eat salt and vinegar chips with Oreos.” Cato quietly chuckled.

“That’s not what I mean!” Clove exclaimed, “And that was a dare just so you know!” She pointed a finger at Cato. “You keep looking at her. And don’t pretend like you don’t know who I’m referring to.”

“What? Y/N?” The way Cato immediately caught on unnerved Clove. “Clo, she’s just a friend. Not even that. I only talked to her today because I needed to.”

“I see the way you look at her. And…” Clove had to take a minute to compose herself, “I know that you wish I was her.” Cato said nothing, confirming her theory.

“Clove.” He uttered after a moment. That was the first time he had called her by her real name in a long time. “I’m dating you. Not her. I”- Clove unexpectedly cut him off.

“Then why does it feel like we aren’t dating?!” She shouted, her voice slightly shaking. She was glad no one else was home. “Why does it feel like… I’m a replacement?”

“You aren’t”-

Clove didn’t let Cato speak. She launched straight into another scolding. “Why are you always looking at her?! And ignoring me! I’m your girlfriend, Cato! Me! Not her! So why do you pay more attention to Y/N than me? You hardly even talk to me now!” If Clove was a normal girl, she would be sobbing. But her parents taught her to keep her emotions, especially her sadness, at bay.

Cato remained silent, staring at her with the same look of pity everybody else did. All Clove wanted was for him to look at her the same way he looked at Y/N.

“I’m sorry, Clo.” He uttered. Clove took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for whatever was next to come. “I just can’t love you like I love her.”

“I see.” The brunette whispered. She quickly gathered her things, blinking away small tears.

“Clove. Come on.” Cato stood up as she walked away. “We can talk about this. Where are you going? Clove.” He was annoyingly insistent on following her.

Clove spun around, staring right into Cato’s eyes. “I can’t be her, Cato. So maybe it’s best if we split up.” She was prepared to leave but Cato grabbed her wrist.

“Y/N.” He uttered without thinking. His grip loosened on Clove’s wrist once he realized his mistake.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about.” Clove unlocked the front door, stepping out. “Just… leave my stuff on the doorstep and I’ll do the same.” She closed the door behind her and allowed herself a moment of weakness.

Cato stood on the other side, listening to Clove’s quiet sobs and sniffs. He slowly backed away. He knew that deep down, Clove was right. He did wish she was Y/N.

He glanced at the box Y/N’s stuff. It sat at the bottom of the stairs, almost collecting dust.

Maybe it’s for the best, he told himself. He had already hurt Clove enough. There was no reason for him to pretend that he loved her as much as he still loved Y/N.