#cheifs win

[saphiradrake]

It’s Barbie’s Super Bowl not Kens

[taylorrepdetective]

Am I the only who thinks the Chiefs were put through the Superbowl? By the way they were playing, I thought the would've been eliminated on the wildcards. Nothing like the most popular artist dating an athlete and being there to attract views and interest, right? Or is it too much conspiracy theory?

I totally understand the temptation to believe this conspiracy theory. But as I mentioned before, I am not a believer in organized fixing of games (for the most part.) While I think it’s possible, I consider it as a last option rather than a first. As an avid football watcher for most of my life, what I saw with the Chiefs fits with how football works. Maybe that’s because it’s always fixed? Maybe it was done in an especially believable way? But most likely, the chiefs simply upped their level of playing for the playoffs, something they’ve done in the past, and the other teams choked, plus they had some luck and they do tend to know how to manipulate refs, whether that’s through fixing, or being good at convincing them like other top athletes are - see Lebron James, or Ronaldo, I’ll let you judge. But I think it’s the latter.

Once the weather report came out, everyone knew the dolphins had almost no chance. Then with the Bills, they had played very evenly in their previous game this season so really they were pretty even teams, but the Bills were favored because they had home field advantage. And it was a close game, but the chiefs outplayed just enough. And the ravens looked unbeatable because they were peaking at the right time and that’s often who wins, but in this case they were poorly coached and Lamar choked.

If the favored team always won, there would be no sport and Eli Manning wouldn’t have infinitely more Lombardi trophies (2) than Dan Marino (0).

On the other hand, it feels like a script because the Taylor stuff is just too much. Too perfect. But imagine taking Taylor out of it and it’s just the chiefs. Then it becomes 100x more believable, right?

I’m not just chalking it up to tayvoodoo, but also I believe that Taylor also helped make the Cheifs not play well mid-season, because I do think she was a distraction for Mahomes and Travis. And I think they figured that out and refocused at the end. They are truly great players who are highly motivated to not only play well, but succeed off the field. And I think they started falling for their own hype and got into their own heads for a bit there. And then they saw this incredible opportunity (couple of the decade at the Super Bowl, WAG squad fever for the Mahomes) starting to turn into Taylor as Yoko, “Travis is fat and distracted and going to retire to be a movie star”, Patrick is past his peak and doesn’t have enough weapons because Travis insisted on being the #1 guy, more negative attention on Brittany and Jackson rather than people outside KC not knowing about it, and the macho MAGA chads and brads types starting to gain too much screen time by pointing all this out. Finally the players figured it out and starting playing back to their potential (remember at the beginning of the season, the chiefs were undefeated) and the NFL media machine realized the criticism of Taylor and Travis by the likes of Aaron Rodgers was a PR disaster and got all the men under control by letting them know how important this is for future success, and they all saw that too, and by the end every one got their act together and focused. This is big business by people who are at the top of their professions. I think it took a couple of months for everyone to figure out what all this could be if people played their cards right.

Or maybe the refs were told to never call holding or pass interference on the Chiefs, and that was enough to get them to win. But if that was the plan, it was very fraught with danger because it still relies on things like Travis making that diving catch and Mahomes throwing perfect passes to the pylon or back corner of the end zone.

So that’s my theory.

[pissditching]

i stopped watching the superbowl after the halftime show because i only care about the saints and the titans and also the raiders sometimes and also hearing a bunch of cishet neurotypicals talk through the whole halftime show about rihannas baby bump gave me bone nausea

[roadlesstravelled]

Choosing to read instead of watch the game

[tiasgarden]

no cause Pedro wearing a Kansas Chief jersey in that one skit with the chicken wings and not a Eagle’s jersey

he’s so real for that.

[thefirsthogokage]

Fuck AMPTP and the bullshit going on. I'm tired, might not do this well:

(link to article in above picture) From The Article

Receiving positive feedback from Wall Street since the WGA went on strike May 2, Warner Bros Discovery, Apple, Netflix, Amazon, Disney, Paramount and others have become determined to “break the WGA,” as one studio exec blatantly put it.

To do so, the studios and the AMPTP believe that by October most writers will be running out of money after five months on the picket lines and no work.

“The endgame is to allow things to drag on until union members start losing their apartments and losing their houses,” a studio executive told Deadline. Acknowledging the cold-as-ice approach, several other sources reiterated the statement. One insider called it “a cruel but necessary evil.”

The studios and streamers’ next think financially strapped writers would go to WGA leadership and demand they restart talks before what could be a very cold Christmas. In that context, the studios and streamers feel they would be in a position to dictate most of the terms of any possible deal.

[Image IDs: Twitter thread by David Slack posted July 12th, 2023 that reads in totality:

And right on cue, here’s the inevitable Deadline article claiming that the AMPTP and their CEO bosses are ready to wait us out and let us “go broke.”

They’re not. They can’t. This studio propaganda, and here’s why.

In the increasingly mega-merged and hedgefundified Hollywood, these companies live or die on their quarterly earnings reports. It only takes one bad quarter for their stock price to plunge, putting the company and the CEO’s job in jeopardy.

But their stock prices are holding steady, right? Right. For now. Because our industry is a pipeline that starts with writers. The TV and movies they’re releasing now are shows we started making for them 4-12 quarters ago. But what happens when that pipeline runs dry?

What happens is they run out of product. No new shows in streaming to drive and sustain subscribers. No new shows in broadcast and ad-supported to bring in ad revenue.

No shows, no money.

No money, bad earnings report.

Bad earnings report, bye-bye stock price. Bye-bye CEO.

After 70+ days with no writers to create their product for them, the pipeline is running dry.

Their stock price isn’t tanking yet. But if they don’t make a deal with us, it will.

And they know it.

If they make a deal soon, they might be able to weather it. Stretch out releases. Rush some new stuff through.

But the longer they keep us out, the longer that pipeline runs dry, the more unavoidable a catastrophic dip in new high-quality shows becomes.

And they know it.

So yeah, the studios are planting articles in the trades that make it sound like they’re so determined not to pay us the 0.02% of company revenues we’re asking for that they’re willing to hold out forever.

Bullshit.

I’m sure the AMPTP bosses would love to break our union. But they love their jobs more. They love money more. They can’t make that money without us.

And they know it.

Ignore the trades, walk the line, stand together, and win. #WGAStrong

/End ID]

Bonus: John Rogers' Reaction

[Image ID: A tweet from John Rogers that he posted July 12th, 2023 that reads:

I was trying to be cool and professional about this strike, but this AMPTP “we want to drive them to homelessness” shit means I’m going to be dug in at WB Gate 4 like Hiroo Onada. They’re gonna have to send @ellenstutzman with a bullhorn to order me out of the bushes.

The second image is Ellen Stutzman's Twitter bio that says:

Cheif Negotiator for WGA MBA, Assistant Executive Director, Writers Guild of America, West; Cornell ILR and UCLA Anderson alum. Views are my own.

/End ID]

EDIT: Please see the update on this HERE

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Enemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 1: The Election

The news of Bradley's heroism spread like wildfire across the media outlets, causing him and Jake to sky rocket in the polls.

Two weeks later, it was Election Day. You were up bright and early, putting the finishing touches on his victory speech. You didn't prepare one if he lost, that wasn't going to happen.

You'd been keeping track, and with all the early votes counted, Bradley had a slight lead. You watched results come in all morning.

At 9:30, you, Bradley, Jake, and the rest of the campaign staff went to the polls to vote. You were buzzing as you clicked the box next to his name.

You'd been busy all morning fielding phone calls, sending emails, and answering questions. The only thing keeping you going was iced coffee and sheer adrenaline.

It was approaching 1pm, and Bradley noticed he hadn't seen you eat anything all day. He came over to your desk with a sandwich and a bottle of water.

"Can't have my main girl passing out on me." He said as he placed them on your desk.

You rolled your eyes but thanked him before shoveling down your food.

When the polls closed at six on the East Coast, Bradley and Jake's lead had increased. The three of you sat with baited breath as one by one, the news outlets from across the nation announce the official closing of the polls. Once the West Coast polls had closed, you still had another three hours to wait until Hawaii and Alaska closed, but you knew the six total electoral votes they held wouldn't matter. Especially when California declared their winner.

Bradley and Jake were sitting comfortably at 238, either projected or confirmed electoral votes. Even if, by some chance, they didn't win California, their opponents wouldn't have enough to overtake them to win.

It's exactly 2:13 in the morning D.C. time when the official announcement is made.

The office was quiet. You'd sent everyone home for the night. You, Bradley, and Jake had stayed huddled in your office. Jake had just stepped to the bathroom when the news came through.

Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw was the president-elect and will be the 47th president of the United States. He had done it. You had done it.

You and Bradley jumped up and down, screaming your heads off like a bunch of kids. You went to hug him, but in a moment, that caught you off guard. He grabbed your face and kissed you.

You both froze as he pulled away. "I—uh— sorry—" He stuttered.

"It's fine. We just got caught up in the excitement. No harm, no foul." You brushed it off. "We can pretend it didn't happen. No worries." You smiled at him.

You turned away to watch the announcement again and to answer your phone. Your mom was calling you to congratulate you. You missed the flash of hurt that crossed his face.

"I heard the yelling from down the hall! Did we do it? Did we win?" Jake bursts into the room out of breath from running.

"Yeah, man, we did." Bradley tells him in a sullen voice.

"Did something happen while I was gone?" Jake asks, looking between you on your phone and Bradley.

"No, I'm just—" Bradley shakes his head. He doesn't know what to say.

"Rooster, you're going to be the fucking president! Smile! Scream! Cheer! Call Maverick and the gang while I get the bubbly!" Jake shakes him before heading to the kitchen. "We won the fucking White House!" Jake cheers as he heads down the hall.

.......................

After the election, you stepped into your roll of Cheif of Staff seamlessly. You made sure everything was ready for inauguration day, which was finally here.

An unexpected perk of your new position was the clothes that came with it. With you being in the public eye, fashion brands were reaching out to send you clothes all the time. It came in handy for days like today.

For Bradley's inauguration, you were wearing an Alexander McQueen coat dress in a lavender shade. It had an asymmetrical skirt and pearl button details. You'd paired it with a nude pair of Jimmy Choo pumps, pearl earrings, and a set of simple layered silver necklaces. You'd taken care to make sure Jake and Bradley coordinated with you. Purple had been a theme during their campaign, and you planned to continue that during their term.

You were waiting with Bradley, Jake, and a few other officials when a member of the inaugural planning team came up to the three of you.

"Excuse me, Ms. Wiseman, Mr. Bradshaw, Mr. Seresin. We seem to have a problem." He spoke.

"What? Is there a security threat?" You asked, ready to take action if needed.

"No, ma'am, a logistical issue. We have no one to hold the Bible." He clarified.

"What?" Bradley furrowed his brows. You sighed. How could you have forgotten that.

He looks at you for clarification as you explain, "Traditionally, the First Lady holds the Bible or sacred text that the new president gets sworn in upon. But you don't have a First Lady. So I guess we could get—"

"You're going to hold it for me." Bradley states, cutting you off before you can say anything else.

"Excuse me?" You look at him baffled.

"I said you're going to hold it for me." He crosses his arms over his chest in a matter of fact way.

"Why? Because I'm the highest ranking member of your team or because I'm a woman who needs to fill a specific gender role?" You shoot back at him.

"Because I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. You made this possible." He tells you. Your gaze softens, and you relax your shoulders.

"Fine." You sigh. You don't have the time to argue with him.

..............

You can't hear the crowd over the rush of blood in your ears. You're standing on the steps of the Capital Building, Bible in hand, just as Bradley is about to be sworn in. He places his hand on the cover, and you give him a smile as he repeats the oath of office.

Cameras click and flash, and it takes everything in your power not to jump up and down as soon as the Cheif Justice shakes his hand and says "Congratulations Mr. President."

It was real. It had happened. You had done it. You let out a sigh that you had been holding in for over a year as you put on a picture-perfect smile for the camera before getting ready for the inaugural parade.

..................

After the parade, your things have been moved into your room in the White House. You'd been given the Queen's Room. You rolled your eyes when you heard that was where you would be living, but you were thankful to have your own tucked away area to yourself.

You were finishing getting ready for the inaugural ball. You'd traded out your lavender suit for a deep burgundy, off the shoulder ballgown. It had a tasteful slit, and most importantly, pockets for you to keep your phone and other necessities in with out having to worry about a purse.

Your hair was swept up in a low bun. You'd paired the outfit with delicate diamond earrings and a diamond tennis bracelet. You worn classy makeup, but a red lip, the same shade of your dress, adorned your face.

You had just fixed your earpiece to make sure it was out of sight when you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You called out as you fiddled with an earring in the mirror.

"Hey, I—wow." Bradley stepped in. He paused to take in your appearance. Sure he'd seen you dressed up before, but nothing like this.

"You look beautiful." He told you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Thank you." You smiled at him. He had come in here for a reason, but now he couldn't remember what it was. Every thought in his brain went away the the moment your red lips quirked up into a smile.

"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. President?" You goaded him.

"Oh—urm—my tie." He gestured to it. "You always tie my tie." He looked at you sheepishly.

You let out a breathy laugh before striding across the room to help him.

Your perfectly manicured fingernails made quick work of his tie. "It's black this time." He remarked.

"Thought a black bow tie would go nicely with your tuxedo." You tell him. "And you're wearing red. What happened to the purple?" He joked with you.

"I'm wearing burgundy, which is a purple based red." You shoot back, cutting your eyes to look up at him. "Plus, you're official now. We can change it up some. Alright, all done. You look good, Mr. President." You pat his chest and step back.

He catches your wrist before you can walk away. "Wait! I have something for you. A thank you gift." He says.

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a long velvet box. He opens in. Inside is a beautiful, oval diamond pendant on a thin silver chain.

"Bradley!" You breathe out. "It's beautiful, but it's too much. I can't accept it." You tell him.

"You can, and you will." He says sternly. "You got me the Oval Office. Thought I'd get you something oval, too." He grins.

"Help me put it on?" You ask him. He nods his head as you move to stand in front of the mirror.

He carefully takes it out of the box and comes to stand behind you. He pauses for a moment and swallows thickly before brushing a few stray hairs from your neck. He doesn't miss the small hitch in your breath.

He brings the chain around you. You hold it in place as he hooks the clasp. His fingers linger for just a moment. You smile at him in the mirror. Your perfume fills his noses. His senses are overwhelmed. He thinks about how easy it would be right now to lean down and place a kiss to the spot where your neck meets your shoulders.

Another knock at the door and a voice in your earpiece causes both of you to jump.

You clear your throat as both of you move to exit.

The party is in full swing when you step onto the stage. The room gues quiet as you walk up to the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen," you being. "It is my pleasure to introduce to you, President Bradley Bradshaw and Vice President Jacob Seresin!" The crowd applaudes as then men stride out.

They both give speeches and mingle for a bit.

You're happily sipping on champagne when the coordinator for the evening comes up to you. "Ms. Wiseman, it's time for the president's first dance." She informs you.

"No, you must be mistaken. We decided not to do a first dance, seeing as there is no First Lady." You tell her.

"Ma'am, the president himself specifically requested this at the beginning of the evening." She insists.

You groan and set your champagne down. "Where is he?" You ask her. She quickly tells you his location, and you brush past her to find him.

"Y/N! There you are!" Bradley smiles at you. "When were you planning on telling me you changed the schedule? Who are you even going to dance with?" You scold him.

"You." He says. "What? No! I already held the Bible for you. I have filled my stereotypical gender role for the day! I have emails to send and calls to return!" You yell at him.

Before you can do anything else, he snatches your phone out of your hand and tucks it into his suit pocket.

A low warning sound, similar to a growl, leaves your throat as you stare daggers at him.

"Relax. One dance and you can have it back." He tells you. You flare your nostrils and take a deep breath.

"Fine." You grumble out. He takes your arm and loops it around his as he escorts you out to the crowd.

He sweeps you around the room as "I've Had the Time of My Life" is played by the string quartet.

As soon as the music is over, something more lively is played, and everyone joins you on the dance floor. True to his word, he gives you back your phone. As the night winds down, the secret service assures you that they have everything under control and they will come find you if something happens.

You thank them and sneak off from the party. Once you're back in the safety of your room, you press your back against the door and sigh.

One day down, one thousand four-hundred sixty to go.

So I just wanted to say thank you for the love the prologue got! I hope yall enjoyed chapter 1!

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[seeingivy]

HOW DO YOU FEEL AND THE CHEIFS WINNING THE SUPERBOLW RONNIE?

lots of thoughts!

and this isn't a diss to you as a person nonnie bc im assuming you're just here bc you know i'm a taylor fan! (so no hate to you, but it's a less enthusiastic response than you're going to be expecting)

first and foremost, in a very literal sense, i am from california. i've been a 49ers fan since i was a kid. i liked the 49ers and their players better. brock purdy winning after being called mr. irrelevant for the longest time would have made me happy and kittle being a harry potter nerd and sorting players into their houses before was cute.

second, not a big fan of the chiefs or their SA apolgist players! don't really care that travis kelce is dating taylor swift (and never really have by the way) and care more about the fact that israel ran an ad during the superbowl and simultaneously started bombing the south of gaza, where all the civilians were told to flee. seeing videos of taylor in the suite followed up by mutilated children - especially when she's chosen to stay silent throughout all this - does not make me happiest in the least and actually sows a deep sorrow in me at this point in the genocide.

so in conclusion, I don't care too much about it. I realize that it's an american tradition, but at this point, for me it's hard to enjoy with integrity being on the line. watching the game just to have my friend text me halfway that her family is in rafah and she fears that this is it for them is the biggest wake up call known to man.

[luvyeni]

playing the “whoever cums first loses” game w yeonjun n’ whoever wins gets to do whatever they want with the other to cum T-T i just know he’d get so competitive jhshgeh

competitive yeonjun *cheifs kiss*

but imagine him getting you off and vise versa. both of you trying to get each other off , while also trying not to cum.

your stroking his cock as fast as you can , and he's fucking his fingers into your cunt , both of you saying the most filthiest shit ever in each others ear to piss the other off.

you telling him how if you win , you're gonna edge him until he's a crying mess like he does to you , squeezing the base of his cock as you tell him how you're gonna strap a vibrator to his aching and force him to cum until he can't physically can't cum , smirking knowing his blood , the smirk soon being wiped away when he starts harshly rubbing figure 8s on your clint.

don't let him win though , if he wins he's getting you back for everything , he's gonna do everything you said you were gonna do to him , but 10x times worse. he's not gonna let you cum until he filled you up so much you can see a bulge in your stomach.

"baby your pretty tummy is bulging." "y..yeonjun , c..cant take it anymore." "i think you can baby , i think your pussy could take at least 3 more of my loads."

©️LUVYENI

[respectthepetty]

I didn’t think I would love this bad buddy / 1000 cross over her here I am absolutely loving it!!

I am going to need Pat or pran though to sort out this petty argument between Cheif and Tian by being like “do you realise how lucky you are? Do you know how much I would LOVE to be invited round to my partners parents?”

Also did the house survive the shake? Going to need a report.

Anon, I was mildly looking forward to the Bad Buddy x Our Skyy 2 episodes, but it being mixed with A Tale of Thousand Star greatly increased my excitement!

Because I think Pat and Pran's argument is petty.

They are competing over a play, hoping the other loses, punching each other, and saying mean things behind each other's back while Tian and Phupha are existing in a relationship-ending moment where if they don't figure it out, Tian won't come back.

But that's the magic of Aof. What I perceive as pettiness from Pran and Pat is what will help them solve Tian and Phupha's issues, and what you see as pettiness between Tian and Phupha is what will and has already begun to enlighten Pran and Pat.

Pat always gives in to Pran. Tian always gives in to Phupha. They do this because they love their boyfriends. They don't do it begrudgingly. They want to give their boyfriends things that make them happy even if it means they have to sacrifice their own happiness.

So Tian asking Phupha to go with him to see his family once a year, when Tian lives in the remote village to be near the love of his life all year shouldn't be a big ask, but it is, and Phupha refuses to even consider it for valid reasons: economic status, perceptions of masculinity, sense of duty, and the biggest, Tian's father tasked Phupha to look after Tian which is still a point of contention between them because it goes back to how much does Phupha see Tian has his partner versus how much Phupha sees Tian as his responsibility.

Pran and Pat would love to be openly invited to each other's family gatherings, but they also always compete for everything. It's their love language, yet Pat always loses because he willingly gives in. And that comment he made struck a chord with Pran because it's the same argument Phupha and Tian are having - Does Pat think Pran wants to be with him or does Pat think Pran needs to be with him?

We know the answers to both of these, but these two couples are having two sides of the same argument: desire versus responsibility, want versus need, give versus take. Pat and Phupha are the same because they feel they must take care of Pran and Tian.

We know Phupha loves Tian, but how does he show Tian that? By hanging the mosquito net and lighting fires?

We know Pat doesn't think Pran needs him, but how does he show that? By accidentally allowing Pran to be in this remote village by himself for less than a day before he shows up to help him?

It's due to Aof's genius that even though Pat and Tian always give in, they are on opposite ends of the spectrum, and Pran and Phupha who always win, are as well. Because Aof is showing that regardless of who wins and loses, love shouldn't be a competition. What's the point of Phupha winning if he loses the person he loves? What's the point of Pat losing if he still keeps score?

Tian and Pran are lost in the forest. Phupha and Pat are out to rescue them. My biggest hope is that Tian and Pran get themselves out of the forest AND somehow rescue Phupha and Pat.

But even if they don't, I want both couples too see that they don't need each other to succeed. They want each other to be present for the success and the journey to get there. I want each couple to see they aren't responsible for each other's happiness, but that they want to be the reason the other person is happy.

Because it's a choice to love someone, with intention, every day, not a duty nor a competition.

Because at the end of all this, the amount of love both couples have for each other can make that house shake.

Because they can make any house shake with the way they chase after each other.

[dangerpronebuddie]

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night 6/?

Summary:

The confidence Eddie wore the entire evening made Buck want to be brave.

Braver than he'd been his whole life.

(Set after the poker game in 6x13, because you cannot tell me that wasn't a date.)

(read the whole thing below!) Muah!

Buck's head was spinning by the time they left the poker game. So much about the night felt like a date. The formal attire, the- the looks Eddie kept sending his way, the smugness Eddie exuded the whole game when he knew Buck was winning. Every touch- their shoulders brushing or their knees knocking together- had sparks more powerful than 300 million volts zinging through Buck.

The softness in Eddie's eyes even as he was teasing him in front of Cheif Williams had Buck's heart skipping beat after beat in his chest.

The confidence Eddie wore the entire evening made Buck want to be brave.

Braver than he'd been his whole life.

Previous moments, a kitchen, a hospital bed, even that very day when they picked Chris up from school, made Buck wish he could be brave. Circumstances then didn't allow it. Or maybe that was his excuse.

But he'd never find the right time if he kept on waiting for it to arrive. He'd just have to make it.

They stepped out into the cool evening air, Eddie absolutely gushing about Buck's superpower, their knuckles brushing as they walked. Buck remembered they passed a small alleyway on their walk from where they parked, and his heart leapt into his throat.

Before he could overthink it, or worse still chicken out, Buck took Eddie's hand and tugged him around the corner, leaning back against the wall and pulling him close. He pulled on Eddie's collar, his eyes falling to his lips.

"Please, just kiss me," Buck rasped.

Eddie smirked and leaned closer. "Thought you were a little distracted tonight."

"I've been distracted since you told me to find a suit for tonight," Buck husked, tugging Eddie's collar in a silent plea for him to just shut up and kiss him.

"And you did not disappoint," Eddie smirked, his gaze raking over Buck, his pupils blown wide.

"Neither did you. The suit was bad enough, but did you have to torture me with the turtleneck?" Buck couldn't explain the draw, but he'd do anything for Eddie to wear that sweater again. Maybe it was something about forbidden fruit or something, but Buck didn't have the brain power to think about it.

Eddie leaned an arm by Buck's head, tilting ever closer. His breath fanned across Buck's lips. "You've been torturing me for years and all it took was a suit?"

"Worry about that later," Buck said in a husky whisper. He would also have to worry about you've been torturing me for years later, because Eddie's lips were suddenly brushing against his own.

Eddie pulled away all too quickly. Buck tightened his hold on Eddie's collar and hauled him into a searing kiss. Eddie smiled into the kiss and wrapped his free arm around Buck's waist, pulling them flush together. Buck sighed into the kiss and Eddie licked into his mouth. Buck made a soft noise and reached up to cup Eddie's neck, feeling the softness of the knit beneath his fingers.

Eddie pulled away with a gasp and tilted their foreheads together. "Buck."

The way he said his name always brought Buck to his knees, but this? Eddie kiss drunk and his voice low and husky? Definitely Buck's favorite.

"I love you," Buck whispered, sweeping his thumb along Eddie's jaw. "Thank you. Tonight was the first time I've felt like myself since we left the hospital."

Eddie smiled softly. "I love you, too. I'm glad I could help."

"You always do," Buck said reverently. He pressed a soft kiss to Eddie's lips. "Now... how exactly have I been torturing you for years?"

Eddie huffed a laugh. "Baby, you have no idea."

Buck's heart fluttered at the pet name, at the easy way it fell from Eddie's lips. Buck tilted his chin up and kissed him, tasting the word on his tongue. "Maybe you ought to tell me," he smirked.

"I'd rather show you," Eddie husked before capturing Buck's lips again.

Buck smiled into the kiss. Tonight really was the first time he'd felt like himself, in a long time, truth be told. Even more so, now that he finally made the right time.

[joeys-babe]

Would just like to say this.

AFC Champs - Cheifs

NFC Champs - 49ers

Niners SB win with CMC as MVP.

(Reasoning: Hell no to the Ravens, and I hope and pray the NFC team takes the SB win, but I'm hoping for the Niners.)

[bubblingcolaa]

OKAY BUT WHAT IF JACK WAS CHEIF??

He would actually win the election because idk the littluns thought the choir outfits were cool or something

SIMON AND PIGGY probably wouldn't have died (so brutally)

THE CHOIR BOYS WOULD GET MORE SCREENTIME (or.. book time? Page time? Since it's a book?)

Jack would generally be happier - wouldn't have turned into a savage - no hunting tribe

The characters wouldn't be as malnourished since the hunting would've started quicker

The downsides though:

Ralph would probably have taken more damage mentally considering that he really just wanted to get off the island but now that Jack is chief there's nothing to do so

Jack would probably pick on Ralph and piggy a LOT (and possibly Samneric) (but technically he already did that-)

Maybe the choir boys would be more agitated because they already have to deal with this maniac. (Rogers gonna murder)

They wouldn't get rescued as "quickly" or at all because they wouldn't be worried about a signal fire

They would probably live in fear of the "beast" because Jack also believed in the beast (or just liked the idea)

And nothing's perfect so would it really be that bad?

Or maybe Jack would just turn into a more crazy son of a b and it would be absolute hell.

I'm not sure but I might draw more on this idea later !!

[lillaurenp96]

I knew CHEIFS would win lol. They really are making sure Mahomes and Kelce the new Brady and Gronk. Now they have the Swifties to keep the NFL going for a long time. Get ready to see the kiss on live T.V.

[anadiasmount]

niners win in my heart. fuck those redass cheifs and calls.

[silverxxs-world]

Hangman Adam Page vs Samoa Joe(c) vs Swerve Strickland

JR is Back

And swerve got dancers

Hangman:

🔥 Joe Joe Joe Joe Joe Joe 🔥

They already forgot Joe was here

YES WE GOT THE WALK AWAY

Yes he is a Samoan king he is my tribal cheif

Wait they’re working together

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go

Swerve eye is swelling up

He’s laughing

Joe noooooooo

Tony helped jr put his socks on awww

Muscle buster

Swerve stomp 

House call

Buts he’s not covering

House call again

Omh mu god

Stomp

Hangman wtf

The ref

Why

Hang man

Joe get him

Joe do it

Buckshot lariat

No no no no no no

A second one

But there’s no ref

Yes yes yes yes

Oh my god not Brice

Wait

Get him Joe

Swerve with the buckshot

Joe is going to win it Joe’s gonna win it

Joe wins