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brbarou · 1 year ago
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not arguing with a girl with big brown eyes whatever you say beautiful
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fruityfritz · 2 months ago
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INTRODUCTION POST!!!!
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name: idk at this point man, call me cody, fritz, or charlie
age: not saying, but I'm a minor
Pronouns: he/him
I'm a trans male bisexual
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Fandoms:
Napoleon dynamite
Beavis and butthead
Smiling friends
Your favorite martian
Gorillaz
Saw
South park
Rick and morty
Fnaf
Beetlejuice (I've been here BEFORE the new movie...)
Sonic the hedgehog
Undertale
Dhmis
Mha/bnha..... cringe, I know.
Eddsworld kinda
Supermariologan (since I was like 7 or 8 lol)
Mean girls (NOT THE MUSICAL. I HATED IT.)
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Music I like:
Megadeth
Ozzy Osborne
Type O Negative
Insane clown posse
Bloodhound gang ♡♡♡
Eminem
Weezer
Radiohead
Queen
Kiss
Linkin park
Papa roach
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I don't really know what else to add. I like to draw, so I will post art sometimes.
Literally me irl - napoleon dynamite, butthead, cody nutkiss (lol)... there's more I just can't think of them rn.
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ftm-megamind · 2 months ago
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i'm going to a friend's birthday party this Friday and the theme is "singers" and me and my boyfriend are going as hatsune miku and eminem respectively. which i think is a really funny couples costume
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lemonsgrass · 2 years ago
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This is old. I wish I could still draw like this :/
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powerbottomeminem · 6 months ago
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I absolutely love your writing, keep doing what you’re doing! I know you haven’t done a kissing prompt in ages but if you’re still up to doing them, 74 and Proof would make my day :)
Thank you! I'm always writing more, and always love to hear that others love it too! Prompts and asks are always welcome. My answers just might be (very) slow. Cheers to patience ✨
Now for the prompt:
74. Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap (Eminem x Proof)
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Marshall was sitting on the couch in the lounge of his studio. It was late Saturday night, or maybe early Sunday morning - hard to judge by the half empty bottle of Hennessy. The second bottle of said cognac he'd drunk, the first was left behind in some strip club somewhere downtown. Marshall, unfortunately, was not as drunk as he wanted to be.
Why did he want to be drunk? Nothing in particular, the usual really: Fame sucked, fans sucked, rap sucked, the internet sucked, magazines sucked, TMZ sucked especially hard, money sucked, bitches sucked, Kim sucked twice as much, his mom sucked, his dad sucked in absentia, his manager sucked, boybands sucked, that Britney bitch sucked too, people that he thought were his friends sucked, people that hated him sucked, white rappers sucked, including him - and yet he didn't have any dick to suck. Life, as always, was against him.
"What're you moping about?", the smokey voice of his best friend asked. He leaned over the backrest of the couch, a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his obsidian black eyes.
Marshall loved those eyes. And that voice. "Nothing. Everything. Anything. You know what I mean?" A shrug. "Wanted to record … I think." He hated to hear his slurred voice in the morning. Those rhymes were pretty bad most of the time, his thoughts scattered and strangled.
And recording hadn't been fun in a while. High or drunk or sober.
Softly, DeShaun patted his shoulder. "You been pouting all week, I'm very much over it, y'know."
"Then don't look," Marshall answered snippily.
DeShaun's smile softened. "No, can't do, Doodie." And he hopped over the couch's backrest, getting easily comfortable on Marshall's lap. "I'm over you pouting, but you're too damn cute." So he squeezed Marshall's cheeks between his hands, exaggerating said pouty expression.
Halfheartedly, Marshall tried to push DeShaun away. "Let me."
"Nah," DeShaun denied. Instead he leaned forward and kissed him. Their lips met in a sweet touch, a little too forceful. Instinctively, immediately, Marshall closed his eyes and melted into the kiss. His hands stopped pushing against his friend's chest, and instead gripped his hips and thighs. Pulling DeShaun closer. They leaned into each other, lips brushing against one another.
"I never let you," DeShaun said softly, they breathed the same air. "You need someone to rein you in. Put you on a leash and only let you bite on command."
Marshall chuckled quietly. "You're pretty bad at that, y'know." Another kiss shared between them. The other's heat was inflaming his skin. "You let me beat up a puppet dog."
A grin flashed white pearly teeth. "You're also cute when you're furious. I don't take no blame for nothing."
"Don't call me cute, asshole," Marshall grumbled.
"That's cute, too." DeShaun kissed him again. "You'd feel better if I let yours do its thing?"
"You gotta ask?" asked Marshall incredulous.
DeShaun laughed and drowned it out with another kiss. "Aight, I got you, Doodie."
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omw-to-eternal-freedom · 7 months ago
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6luciffer6 · 6 months ago
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When i first encountered this site i was so confused.
Now...
Im even more confused as to why there are SO MANY Eminem fics (def not complaining) here and like 3 House Md fics, like, the show is FREAKING inspired on Sherlock which is like, one of tumblrs top ship (obviously nothing tops destiel)
I need explanations
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hug-kiss-marry-kill · 1 month ago
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catthethird · 4 months ago
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Idk how I got there and honestly, I don't want to know how I did it.
Anyway, I'm a fan of Eminem now and I am shipping emgk
I also am obsessed with the idea of Marshall×Slim Shady
I'm aware that this is technically impossible but I don't care
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actuallyimnot · 6 months ago
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kxllerblond · 7 months ago
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keeping up with film projects of other FC's and A. skarsgard has an upcoming...
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dispersanelsilenzio · 11 months ago
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Rule n1.
Show no love. Love will get you killed.
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mentalisill · 30 days ago
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what if treebark spoke for my b
irthday!!!!!
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powerbottomeminem · 4 months ago
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FtCB! Episode 9
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Cut 3
//Kaleidoscope Of Loud Heartbeats Under Coats
Zoro can’t get rid of his friends. How are these two idiots so sticky? It’s the worst, really. And so Zoro is going to be the worst to finally get rid of them. Also, finally Zoro has his first kiss. Additional Warnings:
In the morning, whoever set foot on the grounds of Lincoln High School wished immediately to leave, and in the afternoon this need grew desperate and spurred on haste. When every one’s collective misery eventually sounded the bell for the day’s end, Lincoln High shall be deserted within minutes. A feral, clamoring throng of students rushed out the school’s gate, finally free off its tedium's chains. Similarly, the teachers didn’t care to stay longer than necessary, and whatever tasks remained may be done the next day just as well. In the midst was Zoro ferried along, equally in rush without any particular destination in mind as long as it wasn’t here. Beside him walked Luffy and Usopp, best friends he was unable to shake off his tail. Persistent they were, in other circumstances a good quality, but now it only nurtured his resentment. “Can’t you leave me alone for just a goddamn second?” grouched Zoro.
“C’mon, I wanna see Nightcrawler,” and Luffy pulled Zoro’s arm pleadingly. They crossed the school’s threshold into freedom. “When he swoosh reappears and punches a guy, that’s the best.”
Usopp shook his head and sighed, “Not that Nightcrawler.” As with all advice, Luffy never listened. “But there’s a new Dracula, it’s about Vlad the Impaler. Gotta be brutal.”
“Is John Wick out yet?” asked Zoro. “That one looks wicked.” He shook his head sharply, calling himself to order. “Forget it, I’m going home.”
“You may not, son,” said a voice with the sound of a thousand knives clashing. All of Zoro’s hair stood at once, muscles twitched with high alert. Right in front of the school’s gate stood Barcao Ataúd, the sinister hearse made from a ’65 Cadillac. Against it leaned Dracule Mihawk clad in an open black coat, sleeves as red as blood …
- continue on Ao3 -
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ganjashleigh · 7 months ago
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undergroundsounds · 2 years ago
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