#fitty men

[jenarosscity]

[estobrotvpodcast]

[uglygirlpretendingtobepretty]

[muddypolitics]

[caucaxican]

this is what happens when @misteryada puts ideas into my head

[doom-ocean]

[landoslvr]

MRS CHRIS | c. dixon

summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs chris'. [social media AU.]

pairing: fem!reader x chris dixon (chrismd)

faceclaim: eva meloche

notes: first piece for mrs chris out of the wag universe. eva is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs chris, hopefully you like it!

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yourinstagram charity match this week, plus some other fun tidbits

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user that outfit 🤩

user I knew she was a rhode girly 💅

taliamar soooo pretty 🤍🤍🤍

stephan_tries the only person who is safe from my slander in the commentary box

yourinstagram it's because without me you would've been cancelled a loooooong time ago

stephan_tries best pr manager in the biz

user my idol tbh

user you radiate good energy

chrismd10 another day, another slay 😚

yourinstagram please never speak again

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chrismd10 there's norway this is my job

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faithlouisak my daughter's gonna see that picture one day

user get y/n on it now!!!

user creating more work for y/n by posting ethan's ass pics

user couple goals 😩💅

user when he makes her job harder 🤩🤩🤩

user chris hitting the glow-up hard 🤤

user y/n knew what his potential was 🤍

user they started dating and he just got hotter??

user that harry shot was lethal 🫣

user sick video 👍🏽

yourinstagram why must you do this to me? do you hate me?

behzinga I'm sorry

yourinstagram I'm letting you go

chrismd10 sorry mate

yourinstagram you're next md

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yourinstagram norway for the week <3 at shoots and scrubbing ass pics from the internet 🫶🏼

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user she's just so pretty 🫠

chrismd10 good luck with that 🫣

yourinstagram you can explain to olive why her dad's bum is all over the internet one day christopher

faithlouisak aunty y/n would NEVER do that to her beloved neice

yourinstagram my literal baby girl 😭

user y/n drinking wine to ignore her boyfriend and other clients being stupid

user literally every person in the new video, apart from danny, is a part of y/n's client base

user how does she do this shit

user girl has managed to stop HARRY LEWIS from getting cancelled, I'm convinced she can do anything

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yourinstagram mixing work with pleasure apparently..

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user EAT HIM UP Y/N

user in the words arthur television: she gagged him

calfreezy send kart 21 down the river

user chris on a ladder is so funny to me 😭

maxbalegde sexy pr lady, come over right NOW, you look too good to not be at my place of residence

yourinstagram be right there xx

user casual london fashion week pic on the 2nd slide x

yourinstagram humble bragging 😩

user I want her life 😭😭

user ikr literally hanging out with all your friends because you manage their image? sign me up

yourinstagram rlly easy guys, just date a famous youtuber and have a media and communications degree xxxx just so easy!!

chrismd10 never forget where you came from.. me

yourinstagram okay mr arsenal bedsheets x

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yourinstagram I got my Greece trip- I mean video... and got to pick which extras to bring along......

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user quick everyone act shocked that chris is there

user oh my gosh.. no way, chris? I am so surprised

yourinstagram I appreciate the effort guys 🥲

user she just is that bitch 😭

user you know she's got every single one of those men wrapped around her finger

arthurtv i wasn't one of the chosen ones 💔

yourinstagram because im tired of you and chris sharing a bed and me sleeping on the hotel couch

chrismd10 foiled again arthur

calfreezy send me this pic you traitor

user pr manager/photographer

yourinstagram I need a pay rise

chrismd10 thanks for stowing me away in your suitcase xx

user she's mothering I love it

user so hot

user major fitty ❤️‍🔥🤩

taliamar so true

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chrismd10 constantly reminding me who she is in that first photo. happiest of birthdays to my pr manager and nothing else!

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user happy birthday y/n the pr manager!!

user a y/n photo dump is my favourite kind!!

user spoil us chris!!

wroetoshaw happy birthday y/n!

faithlouisak my wife's birthday 🤩

ksi happy birthday to the goat

user chris and y/n be sappy challenge

callux the queen! happy birthday!!

vikkstagram happy birthday mrs chris!! thanks for everything

yourinstagram thank your lucky stars you posted all nice pictures or I would've deleted your youtube channel xxxx

user Y/N PLEASE 😭

[daisymintt]

Still the River Flows

Inspired by the song Still/Neva Flows Reprise from Anastasia the Broadway play.

Emrys was barely eight years old when Uther and his men had found them hiding in a cellar near the outskirts of Camelot with the few other remaining Druids. When his mother had heard the sound of horses nearing she had shoved him into an empty grain barrel in the corner and told him to be quiet no matter what he heard.

Through a small split in the wood Emrys watched as the cellar doors were smashed open, knights poured in and roughly grabbed his parents. They pulled them out of the cellar into the chilly night air kicking and screaming, herding the rest of the Druids that he had grown to consider family with them.

“Where is the boy? Where is Emrys?” The tyrant king thundered. His mother begged the tyrant king to spare him.

“He’s just a child!” She had pleaded, her cries falling on deaf ears. His father had raged against Uther but with all the dragons dead his rage had little effect on the tyrant king. The cries of the fearful children and the pleading of the parents was cut short leaving only a horrible silence. Emrys knew in his heart that his parents were dead. He felt tears threatening to overwhelm him and a sob clawing its way up his throat.

He bit into his neckerchief to try and muffle any sound he made as the tears flowed down his face. “Search the cellar, he can’t be far.” The tyrant king commanded.

Emrys stiffened and tried to shrink down farther into the barrel as once again the knights stormed the cellar upending baskets and knocking over anything person sized, searching for any sign of him. Emrys whimpered quietly to himself, terrified of being found. After what felt like an eternity the knights gave up and started heading back out, all but one.

A boy who couldn’t be more than a couple years his elder stayed behind. The boy had flaxen hair that gleamed silver in the moonlight and his sword seemed too big for him, he kept having to adjust the belt and the tip of the sword dragged on the ground.

Emrys shifted in the barrel and the wood creaked, the boys head whipped in his direction. Emrys held his breath and prayed to the Triple Goddess that he would walk the other way. The boy gripped the hilt of his sword and neared the barrel. Emrys feared for his life as the boy looked down into the barrel. Their eyes met and for a brief moment Emrys thought, This is it. I’m dead.

“Arthur! Hurry up!” The tyrant king called. The boy gave him a pitying look and stepped away. “Coming, father!” He yelled before quickly departing from the cellar, careful not to look back at the boy hidden in the barrel.

~*~

Ten years later Emrys, who now goes by Merlin, finds himself once again in Camelot and as the prince’s manservant no less! Over the years Merlin and the Prince grew close, closer than any Prince and his servant ever should. Merlin would die for Arthur and Arthur would die for him. Despite their close bond Merlin still kept his magic a secret from him for fear of what would happen if he found out.

Despite his best attempts to undue all that Uther had taught Arthur about magic the damage was already done. Arthur could be so kind but at the smallest hint of magic he turned into father, untrusting and even cruel. One day this all came to a head when Merlin went with Arthur on a quest near the border town Ealdor that had reached out begging for protection from a warlord.

Merlin had found himself cornered and was left with no choice but to use his magic. The look of absolute betrayal on Arthur’s face broke his heart. Once the warlord was dealt with Merlin remained in Ealdor while Arthur returned to Camelot. Little more than a month later Arthur returned to check in on the people of Ealdor, avoiding Merlin to the best of his abilities as he did until on the final day before Arthur was to depart Merlin finally got him alone.

“Arthur…” Merlin reached out for Arthur but Arthur shrugged him off as all the missing pieces started fitting into place. Merlin was that Druid boy he had spared all those years ago in that cellar in Camelot.

“An underhanded boy, an act of desperation, and to my consternation I let you go. Not this time. Ealdor is no place for a good and loyal Camelonian.”

“We are both good and loyal Camelonians.” Merlin insisted.

“I’ve come to take you home.”

“My home is here now.”

“Stop playing this game, Merlin! I beg you.” Arthur’s voice grew desperate as he tried to convey the seriousness of the situation.

Merlin’s voice quieted, “We both know it’s not a game, Arthur.”

“If you really are Emrys do you think history wants you to have lived?”

“Yes! Why don’t you?” Merlin’s voice cracked at the last bit, his hurt breaking through.

“The Druids were given everything and gave back nothing until my father rose up and destroyed them.”

Merlin straightened his back, all traces of subservients gone replaced with cool confidence, and with a steely voice he stepped closer to Arthur and challenged, “All but one. Finish it. I am my fathers progeny.”

“AND I AM MY FATHERS SON!” Arthur roared as he unsheathed his sword with the hiss of metal against leather and pressed the tip against Merlin’s throat, “Finish it I must. My father shook his head and told me not to ask, Gaius said he died of shame.”

“In me you see them, look at their faces in mine, hear their scream, imagine their terror, see their blood!” Merlin cried, his eyes flaring gold and a wind started circulating around them kicking up dust.

“But I believed he did a proud and vital task and in my fathers name!” Arthur pressed the tip of the sword harder against Merlin’s throat, blood beading around the cut and trailing down the pale skin of his throat.

“Do it! And I will be with my parents and my brothers and sisters in that cellar in Camelot all over again!” Merlin’s voice raised, recalling the fateful night they had first met all those years ago.

Arthur shivered at the memory of the Druid children crying out as they where cut down at his fathers word, begging for their mothers. The sword dropped to Merlin’s chest. Arthur pressed on, “The children… their voices… a man makes painful choices. He does what’s necessary, Merlin! For Camelot, my beauty. What choice but simple duty. We have a past to bury, Merlin!”

Arthur tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and pressed the tip against Merlin’s chest where his heart would be, “And soon it will be spring. The leaves unfold, the king lies cold. Be careful what a dream may bring, a revolution is a simple thing!”

Merlin inhaled sharply as Arthur pulled back his sword and swung it down towards his neck. At the last moment Arthur plunged the sword into the earth, collapsing against it as sobs wracked his body. “I can’t do it… I… I can’t…”

[iamdespy]

WARNING‼️:

2 absolute fitties of men.

They make me go cray-cray 😵‍💫

[froggymilky]

Reward [yandere Dazai x Chuuya]

Title: Reward [yandere Dazai x Chuuya]

Synopsis: Dazai has never felt love, but he has lust, and he needs to show that little shit who's boss.

TW: Yandere, darkfic, violence, non-con, somnophilia.

"Dammit", Dazai spits out softly, keeping his arms crossed, looking at his partner with a cold, single eye. "Do you have to pass out every time you use corruption?"

Chuuya doesn't answer him, of course, he's too busy snoring on the floor of a dirty, run-down building. He is dirty, covered in sweat, soot and blood, the result of having killed fitty men. His clothing torn to the point where it only covers some of the most intimate parts of his body, face down and…

soft flesh, that plump ass that was exposed and slightly raised, almost as if it was waiting for someone to look at it, suffocated in the remains of the tight pants worn by the redhead.

And an idea blooms in his intelligent head.

Dazai has never felt love, but he has felt lust. He's spent weeks working with that brat, breathing the same air as him and enduring his constant yelling. As long as he's been keeping his gaze from drifting downward every time he's leaned in.

He thinks that, after enduring so many things, he deserves a reward, right? And he has a need to show that shit who's boss between the two of them.

He doesn't wait long, sits on his lap, his ass like a prize prepared for him, and gives an experimental pat to the plump, almost bare cheek, which jerks at his touch, with a delicious sound.

"You hide something good here, don't you?" He scoffs, he doesn't care that the only response he receives is soft snores.

He tears the rest of his pants, repeats it with his underwear, destroying the only thing that covered him, leaving his ass completely bare. He kneads his cheeks with both hands, parting both to show his slut hole, pinching the skin, enjoying the feeling of power.

Chuuya just squirmed under him, complaining in his sleep, probably not knowing anything.

"Little bitch" He insults, just for the pleasure of humiliating him as much as possible. He moves a little closer, rubbing his member over his clothes with that ass, while he leans in enough to breathe on the back of his neck. He kisses him, leaves hickeys and bite marks that take on different colors on his pale skin, each one a reminder of this fantastic night.

So, he decided that was enough foreplay for someone who couldn't enjoy it. He's abrupt when he puts two fingers in Chuuya's mouth, but he doesn't care, he pulls his tongue to moisten them, and in less than a minute they're out again.

He doesn't have time to miss the quality of his mouth, because he quickly plunges into the warmth of his ass.

It's tight, uncomfortable, almost like he's struggling to get them out of him, because Chuuya moves more than before, frowning in pain.

This, which in any person with empathy could cause regret, just bothered him. He was trying to make it easier for both of them, that he wouldn't have to force his penis into that little hole, that it didn't hurt so much for the little shit he was going to fuck himself, and he tried hard to be a brat even in his sleep. what the fuck?

He gives in to that, spanking his rear hard before unbuttoning his pants, leaving a mark on the skin, as if he's telling him that what's going to happen is his fault.

He sighs as he releases his member, the breeze feeling cool against his sensitive skin. He masturbates in a few movements, feasting his eyes on the sight he had prepared for himself. Soon, he separates his cheeks with his hands, settling in to enter. Push.

"Shit, Chuuya", he spits, it was so tight that it almost hurt to be inside him, but he didn't care, the pleasure was greater. She rams into him almost immediately, using his hole as a cock sleeve, slapping in and out in time with her movements, moaning at how amazing it felt.

He hadn't noticed at first, but Chuuya was bleeding, in addition to the pre-cum that surrounds his penis, there were also small streaks of blood.

"Is this your first time too?" She asks gracefully between gasps, though she knew full well that bleeding the first time was a myth.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, he jerked his head up, the position changed and he was able to be more inside him. He saw with satisfaction his face wrinkled in pain, his cheeks wet with tears.

He should feel bad, he knows that normal people feel bad about causing harm, but he had never been normal.

He licks his companion's cheeks, continuing to thrust, even the salty taste of her tears was exciting for him, and he has the feeling that he wants to be inside Chuuya forever, was this love?

He fucks him harder, he felt that familiar tingle in his belly and he knew well that he was getting closer to orgasm, but he doesn't stop, he would do it inside him, he would fill it with his semen to show who was in charge here, who could do what they wanted with the other.

He bites down hard on her neck as he comes, moving his hips a little more during his orgasm, until he feels overstimulated.

Gasping, he came out, his hole was gaping and dripping with cum, the view was perfect for him. He spanks him, he realizes that he is shaking and that makes him laugh gently.

"We have to do it again sometime, hmm?" There is no response, as there was none in Dazai's entire pleasure session. That asshole Chuuya had let someone fuck him, without doing anything about it, he deserved this to happen to him.

"I want to pee..." He mutters, this time only to himself, and without thinking about it too much, he gets up, he looks at his ruined partner, and points to his face before throwing the first piss. Some drops fell on his mouth, he also bathed his hair, ass and back with that golden rain.

He had humiliated him completely, naked on the cold, dirty floor, his clothes torn, his hole used up, filled with the semen, blood, and urine of the person he hated most in the world.

"Well, good night, belladonna!" He buttons his pants and waves his hand, saying goodbye to him. The only thing he had to do was bring Chuuya safely to the Port Mafia facilities, but he had forgotten about that detail while walking back.

[the-iron-fjord]

I haven't seen this much shin abuse since Cotton Hill killed fitty men

[judeswhore]

i have a confession: i know NOTHING about football and i have never watched a game, i just like to look at their muscles and pretty faces and it's funny to watch grown men try to teach me shit

I know what nfl is and what a touch down is and a kick but other than that naaaaah but joe cute pretty much why i got into it to watch a superbowl for two seasons now 🙂

yeah tbf id watch for the fitties too

[kdubya80]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Jacksonville Jumbo Shrimp MiLB Red New Era 59Fifty Fitty Hat Mens 7 1/2.

[popolodipekino]

alluci

Incorniciata dagli stipiti e dall'arco a sesto scemo, la vecchia pittura, alquanto sbiadita e calcinosa nel colore, prendeva tuttavia l'attenzione: il Fara filiorum Petri vi gettò lo sguardo, per quanto imbambolato dal sonno e stupefatto dalla novità della gita. Due sicuramente santi, arguì dai dati, cioè vestiti d'una lor vesta che non era i pantaloni-giacca degli uomini: e nimbati la cococcia: di cui uno, senza barba, più piccoletto: e nero e calvo: l'altro duro ed ossuto, con una polta bianca sul mento come una cucchiarata de calcina, e capelli fitti fitti insino a metà la fronte, bianchi, o tali un tempo, nel cerchio giallognolo del nimbo. Quei due ferraioletti, affagottati come a bandoliera su le spalle di sinistra dei due soci, da basso lasciavano scoperti gli stinchi e più giù ancora degli stinchi i ridipinti malleoli: e avevano conceduto al pittor primo, al "creatore", di tirare in scena quattro piedi insospettati. I due destri, enormi, gli erano venuti d'impeto: e lautamente si tentacolavano in diti, protesi avanti nel passo a bucacchiare il primo piano, l'ideal foglio (verticale e trasparente) a cui è ricondotta ogni occasione del vedere. Con particolar vigore enunciativo, in un mirabile adeguamento al magistero dei secoli, erano effigiati gli alluci. In ognuno dei due protesi la correggiuola di non altrimenti percepita calzatura segregava e unicizzava il nocchiuto in quella augusta preminenza che gli è propria, che è dell'alluce, e soltanto dell'alluce, sbrancandolo fuori dalla frotta de' ditonzoli meno elevati in grado e meno disponibili per il giorno di gloria, ma pur sempre, negli atlanti degli osteologi e nei capolavori della pittura italiana, diti di piede. I due ditoni insuperbiti , valorizzati dal genio, si proiettavano, si scagliavano in avanti: viaggiavano per conto loro: ti davano, così appaiati, dentro un occhio, a momenti: anzi dentro a tutt'e due: si sublimavano a motivo patetico centrale del fresco, o a-fresco, vedutoché proprio di un bell'affrescone si trattava. Un fulgor di cielo, una luce di ore escruciate li illividiva, la quale però, all'atto pratico, aveva tutta l'aria di vaporare di sotterra, dato che n'erano investiti dal disotto. Il raglio lontano d'un ciucciariello, nel ristar del vento, con tintinnìo di sonàglioli. La storia gloriosa della pittura nostra, di una parte di sua gloria è tributaria agli alluci. La luce, e gli alluci, sono ingredienti primi e ineffabili d'ogni pittura che aspiri a vivere, che voglia dire la sua parola, narrare, suadere, educare: subjugare i nostri sensi, evincere i cuori al Maligno: insistere per ottocento anni sulle raffigurazioni predilette. I santi, poi, così carichi di tanti doni del Signore, neppur loro potrebbero difettare del dono indispensabile dei piedi: e tanto meno que' due, che camminaron l'Appia insino a Babylon, verso la decollazione o la crucifissione a capo giù. Essi ebbero anzi, nei piedi, lo strumento fisico del loro itinerante, apostolato: arrivaron tra i piedi all'Enobarbo. Che poco si persuase, però. No, i santi non possono mancare degli alluci di dotazione: come i fanti delle scatolette di carne di dotazione: e men che meno allora che un pittore italiano del cinque o seicento, o del sette o peggio, si inginocchia davanti a loro e si accinge a ritrarli, dal basso, con l'animo di un pedicure. La luce, in Italia, è madre agli alluci: e se uno è un pittore italiano non ischerza, bah, come non ischerzò il Manieroni alli Du Santi, né con la luce né con gli alluci. da C. E. Gadda, Quer pasticciaccio brutto de via Merulana

[julietta-gun]

The ghost chooses one victim, gradually driving him crazy and sucking out his life, making the man a weak-willed doll. Then he looks for the next victim. She's not strong enough to attack several people at once. Lucy was vulnerable because of the memories of her family. And she's like a fire attracting ghosts because she was on the Other Side.

And so La belle dame, who only attacked men, attacks Lucy for the first time. And Lucy falls into her trap because the memories of her family have made her vulnerable. George did not fall under the spell of the ghost only because he was not a victim from the very beginning. George has the healthiest and strongest psyche of all. And the ghost was looking for a weak victim. George wouldn't have fallen into the trap, and Dame knew it. So she wasn't interested in George. Also, when Lockwood was trapped, Lucy saw the vile essence of la belle dame, as George saw her.

But I still don't understand what the victims and their sexual identity have to do with it? It's the ghost who chooses the victim, not the other way around.

If a female character describes another female character as "beautiful" does that mean falling in love? God, you can't be serious about this. After all, these books were written by a man.

The author talks a lot about the appearance of the characters, because it is important for him to convey the visual image to the reader. But I don't remember Lucy being romantically attracted to a sexual ghost or any woman just because the author described them as "beautiful." God, women can think of each other as beautiful. We all have eyes. It's strange if women won't do it.

I don't mind different interpretations of this scene. But it pains me to see how this one of the most powerful and emotional episodes in the entire series of books is devalued, which shows Lucy's vulnerability and peculiarity. Some people see in this only that La Belle Dame charmed Lucy only because Lucy loves women deep down, and not because Lucy missed her sisters and mother, because she is madly in love with Lockwood and worries about his life, and because she managed to switch sides and return to the world of the living, and she will always bear the imprint of the world of the dead on herself, attracting all the ghosts around her (in the fifth book, during Fittis' speech, Lucy also attracted a ghost to herself).

I'll ask you again, what does Lucy's relationship with women and the ghost's attack on her have to do with it?

julietta-gun The ghost doesn't attack women, only men. If you follow your logic, then the ghost is interested in Lucy, because Lucy.. a man? Okay. But I don't understand what sexuality has to do with it. Like Lucy wanted to f*ck a female ghost or something? P.S. If one girl admires the appearance of another girl, then she is in love with her. Okay.

I mean, the Belle Dame does go after Lucy, and Lucy even observes in-text that she was the only female victim, attributing that to her moment of emotional vulnerability. But she also describes how beautiful the ghost is, compared to George (noted as 'not caring what people look like') who can see through the illusion immediately.

Lucy's narration expounding on how pretty various women are while focusing on the inner characteristics of her male love interest is likely because that's not uncommon in books (shall we ever escape the tyranny of gender) but queer headcanons are fun and free. But they are just as free to politely decline.

[reallesbiancorn]

I'm watching the episode where Cotton died, and this lasagna pan really bothers me. The lasagna was supposed to be put in the oven, but the pan is plastic. It didn't break when he dropped it. Peggy dropped the same pan in the sink later in the episode, and it made a very obvious plastic sound.