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II Most Wanted Part 5: Wherever You Take Me
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Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"
Summary: The cookout gets hot and dinner with Sy is a revelation. Plus, you get to see his place. đ
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Fluff, Angst, Reader has PCOS, talk of infertility, talk of war, daydreaming about shower sex, anal play, natural hairstyles, clothes kink if you squint, voice/dirty talk kink, Graphic depiciton of sex. Woman on top, size kink, slight choking, squirting, nipple play, begging, raw p in v, copious amounts of cum. I did not mean to disparage yoga in any way.
Read at your own risk. Not Betaâd. All errors my own.
A/N:Â This is the fifth installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.
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To say Sy had you shook was an understatement. You woke up expecting to find him there, but then you remembered saying a groggy âgoodbyeâ to him almost as soon as you hit the bed after the workout he gave you in the shower.Â
You lay in bed as your anxiety spiked and wondered if he took that as a dismissal. You hoped that he didn't think that you didnât want him around. But you didnât want him to think that you were going to just fall into his arms.
You just didnât know what to do with these old/new crazy feelings for Sy. How well did you really know him? You knew the kid from 20 years ago, but he broke your heart. How careful would grown ass man Sy be with your love? And would he still want you if he knew the entire truth?
You decided to relax and stretch and clear your mind of all the clutter. Yes, yoga was the perfect antidote to Jacob Syverson.
â---
Yoga failed you miserably.
You found yourself checking for Sy as soon as you arrived at the cookout. You socialized as you lowkey searched for him at the function, and when you realized he wasnât there yet, you inhaled a whiff of the shirt you were wearing for the dopamine hits. It was his dress shirt from the night before that you tore off of him and that you were wearing over your tube top and jean shorts. You couldnât help it if he left it there and it was the perfect complement for your outfit.
It was well past noon and he hadnât arrived. You chewed your lip and let anxiety in again. You avoided questions from Carla and Tiffani about what happened, and your mind drifted to how heâd handled you last night.Â
Syâs soapy hands were all over you, pulling on your wet nipples, grabbing your wet hair as his mouth attacked your neck, and sliding over your body under the hot stream of water. He was a quick study, and at the point of your fifth orgasm, it felt as if he knew your body better than you.Â
And you let him take possession.Â
His slippery fingers toyed with and penetrated your ass as he fucked you senseless against the wet tile, ramming his thick cock inside you again and again as you begged for more. You came again, harder than you ever had, and afterward your energy drained out of you just like his cum streaming down your legs. He had to dry you off and carry you to bed, all the while leaving sweet kisses all over you.
Youâd never felt soâŚloved...and in trouble.
As soon as your towel covered head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. You didnât see Syâs look of adoration, didnât feel the kiss on the forehead that he gave you as he whispered âSweet dreams,â and his chest puffed out with pride at having put you to sleep, a cocky smirk on his face as he let himself out and strode toward the Bronco. You were snoring softly.
You were busy reliving the experience of the night before, relishing the slight soreness of your body as Carla and Tiffani chattered around you. You werenât really present until fingers started snapping in front of your face.
âCome back to earthâŚâ
âOh shit,â you giggled, âsorry, Carla. What were you saying?â
Both of your besties laughed at you.
âUmm hmm. Yeah. Well you answered the question without answering it. That dreamy look on your face says it all.â
You just smiled, rolled your eyes and sipped your cider.
âIâm just chilling. Sy and I had a good talk, and a good time last night. We buried the hatchet.â
Carla and Tiffani exchanged looks.
âI bet you did. I bet you buried it hard. And deep.â
You scoffed at them both, but Carla was unswayed.Â
âTell us, Buttercup. Exactly what size hatchet does Jacob Syverson carry?â
You shook your head and took another drink, rolling at your friendsâ ridiculousness.
âWell, if you donât want to give the details about Syâs dick, youâve got to tell us the story of that hair.âÂ
Carla nodded toward your thick cornrows.
âDid Sy mess it up so badly that you had to detangle in the shower, or did you get tangled up with Sy in the shower?â
Your cheeks heated as you took another swig and scanned the park to avoid answering your intuitive friends. And when you saw the Bronco, you almost choked.
You put your beverage down and straightened up, patting your head. Sy had arrived.
âDoes it look alright?â
âIt looks dope,â Tiffani looked around to see Betty Bronco pulling into a parking spot.
âOh shit, she is sprung. This is gonna be good.â
Their teasing faded into the background as you watched Sy unfold out of Betty Bronco and were reminded of the night before as he ran his hand over his beard. That beard. How wet that beard got last night. Both in and out of the showerâŚÂ
You took in the vision of this man who indeed had you sprung after one night. You sighed when you saw him come toward you. Although he was dressed simply, a dark grey t-shirt and jeans, he looked like the best thing youâd seen in ages.
Damn, he was hot. Or was it that youâd just spent too much time in the sun? He strode toward you and the way his body moved was dangerous. You felt that you would hit your knees with the slighted signal from him.Â
Sy was indeed hot. And you may have also had sunstroke. Both things could be true. What else would explain the way your heart was beating and the weird feeling in your stomach?
Yes. Sunstroke it was. And lust. And nothing else.
Your friendsâ laughter pierced your reverie and you got up to meet him before he reached the group.
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Sy got home that morning and fell into his bed, daydreaming of having you in it. It was 4 am, and he fully intended on sleeping just a few hours, then waking up and sending you a good morning text.
Soon he was dead to the world.
The next thing he knew, it was 11:30, too late for a morning text. He would just have to greet you in person at the cookout. He got out of bed to get ready, taking extra time with his hair and beard. He hadnât cared this much about how he looked since high school. He hadnât cared this much about anything since you. He wanted to be the one that you wanted. If it was a quarter of the way he wanted you, heâd be a lucky man.
Plans rolled around in his head as he rolled toward you in Betty Bronco, but also uncertainty. Was this just a trip down memory lane for you? Just a whim of a weekend, a chance to experience everything you didnât 20 years ago?Â
Whatever this was, he wasnât going to waste any time.Â
When Sy pulled up at the event almost an hour late, lo and behold, there you were. His eyes fell on you, a vision in his white shirt, your lips wrapped around what looked like a beer bottle. Your hair was different. Sexy. But then again, every look was sexy on you it seemed.
âWell, ainât that a daisy.â
His heart did a thing and he took a beat, trying to be cool. Sy thanked his lucky stars before he got out of the Bronco, his destination not even a question.
â--
You met him under a live oak tree, a few feet from the picnic tables. Carla and Tiffany and a couple of other people called hello to him, but he just nodded and waved at them as he focused on you.
You in his shirt was one thing, but the tube top and shorts you were wearing, he felt as if he hit the jackpot as his eyes feasted on your curves. He licked his lips as if to recall the taste of some of them.
You stood there as Syâs eyes roamed your body possessively, and although it was 82 degrees, you shivered. Maybe you were getting the flu.
âHullo there, Buttercup.â
Sy beamed down at you and you screamed at him in your mind as you flushed hot again. âWhere have you been!? Why did you leave!?â
But instead you just said, âHello, Sy.â
You grinned back up at him, suddenly okay. More than okay. Syâs attention was a powerful drug and youâd forgotten that you were an addict. You wanted it all the time.Â
ââDâyou sleep well?â
You bit your lip and grinned again as you played with the collar of the shirt you were wearing. Sy could glimpse a hickey that heâd put on your collarbone and he felt the urge to take you behind the tree and give you more. You had some powerful magic.
âYes. Very.â
He took off his sunglasses then and stepped closer to you. His smile was contagious.
âIâm glad. You were knocked out when I left. Seemed tired.â
Your smile dropped as you chewed your lip.
âYeah, about that. I didnât mean to kick you out.â
Sy shifted his stance closer to you.
âYou didnât kick me out, Buttercup. You were exhausted. I said I was going to give you space.â
âYou did?â
You stared at him, wide eyed. He chuckled.
âYou donât remember that, do you?â
You sighed in relief and looked at the ground, cheeks heated.
âNo.â
Your voice was small and Syâs heart lurched, He had hope. Maybe you did have feelings for him other than lust if you thought youâd hurt his. He reached for your hand, just your fingers really, and caressed them softly. He smiled at you when you looked up at him again.
âItâs okay, Buttercup. Really. I got some rest. And If Iâd stayed, I have a feeling that we would still be in bed right now.â
The deep timbre of his voice and the affirmation of what you already knew had you shook, imagining a morning in bed with Sy. You went silent, staring up at him with those eyes. His cock stirred. Shit, you were so hot when you went lust-mute. He cleared his throat.
âI like your hair.â
Sy nodded at you.
âThanks. Got a little wet last night, had to do somethingâŚâ
Sy smiled at the shower memories.
âLooks great. Like your outfit, too.â
He adjusted the collar of the shirt you were weating, eyes sweeping down your form to get a look at you underneath it. He knew that all he had to do was hook his finger in your tube top and your breasts would spill out. He licked his lips as he regarded you, eyes shining with need when he looked back up into your eyes.
Your mouth opened as if for air as you stood stock still, like a deer caught in headlights. You wanted the same things he did. Damn. You were dickmatized.
âI can see what youâre thinking, Buttercup. But everyone is watching us.â
You huffed out a breath, moved closer, grabbing his t-shirt to bring him down for a kiss. You heard some people murmur and your friends high five and laugh behind you.
Sy felt triumphant. He grabbed your waist and kissed you back. Thoroughly. Then you pulled back, out of breath.
âYouâre right. Everyone is watching.â
Sy brought his hand up to the back of your head and looked into your eyes.
âI donât give a fuck.â
The gruff whisper went straight to your cunt as he pulled you back in for another kiss.Â
He finally pulled away and you were still holding on to the stainless steel chain of his dog tags. You looked up at him, ready to ditch the cookout on a word from him.
âDidnât you get enough last night?â
You were posing the question to yourself, as well as Sy.
Sy inhaled oxygen, because he was drowning in your vibe right now. He grunted.
âHm. I thought you understood, Buttercup. I will never get enough.â
Another kiss. You whimpered and he just knew that you were wet for him.
âI just want to haul you in the back of Betty right now, but weâre gonna do this thing today. Tonight weâll go out for dinner, right?â
You nodded, licking your lips as he released your waist and took your hand, leading you back to the table.
â---
You all were sitting around the table playing cards a couple of hours later with your old friend group when someone pointed at Syâs arms.
âWhat happened to you, Sy? Did you get attacked by a wild animal?â
Sy looked down at the scratches you left on him with pride, smirked and started to answer, ignoring the look from you.
âWell⌠Sorta. Kinda. You know I like to live dangerously.â
The wink he threw the questioner was for you, however, and you knew it.
âSy, youâre too much!â
âFunny thing. Someone said that to me recently.â
You tugged on Syâs hand.
âExcuse us for a minute, please.â
You gave them your best dignified smile, even though you hot. Sy was chuckling as he followed you back to the live oak tree out of earshot of the group. All they could see was that he was laughing now and everyone could tell that you were giving him the business.
Your friends watched you two and smiled.
Sy put his hands up and nodded, still laughing. You turned away from him, but he grabbed your hand as you tried to walk away. You turned around, annoyed, but then he pointed to his lips, suddenly serious. You gazed at them, smiled and then reached up to kiss him, then pulled away and flipped him off. He laughed again.
"Promise?"Â Sy called after you.Â
You flipped him off again but grinned as you rejoined the table and Sy went to get more beer.Â
âSo, whenâs the wedding?â
âShut the fuck up, Carla!â
â---
You let Sy pick you up that evening, and the mood was subdued. He complimented your dress and kissed you on the cheek, careful of your makeup, which youâd carefully applied. Your hair was curly again, the braid-out giving you the look that you wanted. You were quiet as you looked out of the window.
âWhatâs going on in that head of yours, Buttercup.â
You looked at him, anxiety written all over your face.
âToday was a lot.â
Sy looked back at you.
âToday was fun.â
You sighed.
âIt was. A lot of fun hanging with our friends. It was like we were a couple. Carla asked⌠Well, I think people think weâre a thing. They expect us toâŚâ
Sy understood. You were spooked.
âI see. Well, if you want to know, Buttercup, in my head we are a thing, but I know you arenât there yet. I know youâre scared.â
âIâm notâŚ!â
âItâs okay to be scared. Weâve been through a lot. Name it for what it is. I am not into bullshitting. Especially with someone I love.â
That sentence shut your mouth.
âAnd I donât give a fuck what people expect us to do. I want to enjoy any time you grace me with. Weâve wasted enough time already.â
Sy picked up your hand from the leather seat and brought the back of it to his mouth. The tender kiss went straight to your soul.
âJust be here now. I mean, we can talk about the past, or the future if you want. But letâs take it one step at a time.â
You smiled at him as he pulled you closer to him and as he kissed up your arm.
âOkay.â
Somehow, you wound up with your head on his shoulder as you drove to the restaurant.
â--
The restaurant was nice, Meyers on the River, and it was a great atmosphere as you and Sy ate on the deck overlooking the lake. You chatted, filling in some of the blank spaces of your lives.
You asked a question that had been nagging you as you ate your salmon.
âDid you- did you go all in during the war? Did you agree with all of that? I mean, almost 20 years Sy. I feel like you had to have a certain kind of mindset to do that.â
Sy shook his head, leaned back, and sighed.
âIt was a job. With good benefits. And my family had been enlisted, my uncle Mike. I went and after I found out about Jeremiah, I just dedicated myself to my job over there. I channeled the feelings that I had in order to prepare myself to be a father to being a leader. My men were under my care. It was hell. Hot, sweaty, full of hate. So I became Syverson, the asshole Captain who got the job done. I survived.â
Sy shrugged and toyed with his napkin.Â
âThere were problems to be solved. And most of the time we solved them.â
You took in what he said and saw there was something deeper there.
âIâm glad that you are back home now.â
He smiled at you.
âMe too. Everything happens for a reason, Buttercup.â
You smiled back and thought about what he said. He was right.
âCan I ask you a question?â
âShoot.â
You sat back in your chair, trying to prepare yourself.
âHow do you feel about never having kids? I know about your losses, and you donât have to talk about itâŚ.â
This was part of the reason why you were so hesitant with this relationship. You took a deep breath and decided to name it.
âNo. We need to talk about it. It might change your mind about me⌠usâŚ
You fiddled with your fingers in your lap.
âDoubt that.â
âJust wait until Iâm done, Sy.â
âOkay.â
âI have PCOS, Sy. Itâs a condition that makes it very hard to get or stay pregnant. Iâve been through surgeries and meds, natural methods. The stress of my relationship also didn't help me to have healthy pregnancies. We were going to do in-vitro, but when I found out about the second mistress, I was done. Scott and I divorced and I was content to be by myself. The condition can be progressive. Itâs why I take the pill everyday.â
You looked into Syâs eyes.
âI donât know if I will ever be able to have a baby. And Iâm certainly not getting any younger.â
âIâm sorry, all that has happened to you Buttercup. But none of this changes a thing about how I feel about you or us. I still want you. I still kinda feel like forever with you.â
Sy had your hand across the table now and watched as the smile spread across your face. Something shifted inside you. Sy knew everything and he still wanted you. Maybe this could be a thing. You wanted to say so much, but instead, you just nodded at his plate.
âFinish your steak.â
Sy grinned at you.
âYes, maâam.â
The conversation different, lighter after that. The chef came out and you spoke, then he comped your meal.
âI will never thank you enough for helping this place to happen Mr. Syverson.â
You looked at Sy quizzically.
âWe solved that problem, didnât we Ben?â
âYes! Come back and bring your beautiful lady any time!â
âWill do, Ben. Will do.â
Sy stood up and shook his hand, then left what he would have spent on dinner as a tip. You walked out hand in hand as you looked at his profile.Â
âI havenât told you about my business. I used my payout from retirement and my injury to start a construction company. Captain Construction. We make a pretty good living. And we help folks out when we can.â
You scooted closer to him on the seat.
âWhy does that not surprise me?â
âI donât know. I feel like you are in my soul though, soâŚâ
You gave Sy a peck on the lips, and he chased you for more.
âWant me to take you back to your place? Or would you like to see my house? Built it myself.â
You looked up in the air, as if it were even a choice.
âI want to see your house. Youâve got me curious.â
Sy grinned and started the truck. Then he shook his head and turned it off again.
âOk, no bullshitting. If I take you to my place, Iâm not gonna wanna take you back until daylight tomorrow. And maybe not even then.â
âIâll go wherever you take me, Sy.â
â-
âPlease Buttercup. Iâm just a mere mortal. I canât take this.â
You loved the way his voice broke and how Syâs eyes were glued to your body, your glowing skin, your breasts swaying with each movement, your hand which was clutching him between your luscious thighs, which were on either side of his pelvis. You were pumping his engorged and weeping cock, teasing him, and yourself, by bouncing on just the tip, your small fist preventing full penetration.Â
Syâs hands were grasping the steel bars of his headboard, stuck there by the promise he made you when you began the end of his house tour. It was a beautiful home, and now you were about to fuck his beautiful cock.
But you were testing his patience. His knuckles were white, and his biceps and pecs were flexed, forearms straining to hold back. His abs were tensed and he was gritting his teeth as he tried to respect your request, but he didnât know that his struggle was the sexiest part.
âHmmmm. I think this feels as good to you as it does to me, Sy.â
Sy looked to where you were connected, silently willing you to let him enter you fully. He growled.
âPlease, it can feel so much better. Fuck me, Buttecup. Iâm yours.â
You keened as you worked yourself open on him.
âLoot at me baby. Please. Need to see your pretty little fucked out face.â
You moaned and did as he asked. You spoke with him, halfway incoherent with pleasure as you slid down his cock.
âSo, fucking hugeee. I love this big dick, Sy.â
Sy groaned as you clenched around him.
âItâs yours.â
He licked his lips as he gazed at you opening up for him. Your slick cunt clenching his cock was the most beautiful thing in the world.Â
âI love that tight little pussy. Is it mine?â
You reached up and grabbed his shoulders as you adjusted to his size again. You looked into his dilated eyes and gave him a kiss in response.
âShit is so fucking big. Ah.â
Sy was quivering beneath you, still holding back from going crazy on you. While he wanted to fuck you silly, he also wanted to savor this slow sensuality with you.
âFeels amazing,â you stared down into his blazing blue eyes as you slowly circled your hips.
âYes, it does. Holy shit it does..â
You leaned down, kissed him and started moving. Sy watched your breasts as you arched backwards and he planted his feet to fuck up into you better.
âOh! Sy! Feel so full. So good.â
Sy growled and let the bed go, causing a grin at his loss of control. He wrapped his arms around you and held you in place as his hips moved at the devil's pace. The sound of his dick breaching your wet pussy was everything. Skin slapping on skin was the music of your heartbeats at the moment. Syâs hand found your clit and traced wicked circles there as he pounded you out, making your eyes spark as if with stars.Â
âF-f-f- u-u-u-ck! Iâm- Iâm coming!â
It was embarrassing how quickly he had you there.
âGive me that shit, Buttercup.â
He stroked you through your peak as you gushed around him.
âFuck. Got my balls dripping with you. This is my dream come true baby. Gimme more.â
He sat up, grabbing your ribcage and moving you up and down his now even slicker, impossibly bigger, cock.
âShhitttt you feel so good!â
Sy looked down and then up at the ceiling, eyes rolling at the sight. He was about to cum. He manhandled you like a rag doll so that he could kiss you. Hard.
âYou are hotter than the desert, Buttercup.â
Your hands moved up his abs to his pecs, rubbing your palms on his nipples as he growled and reached for you. He pulled on your sweaty breasts until your nipples remained pinched between his fingers.
âAhhhhhh, Sy!âÂ
You moaned and rolled your hips as he pulled on your sensitive nubs.
âLove your fucking sounds, Buttercup.â
His hand was sliding up the column of your throat now, manhandling you in the way youâd come to love in such a short time. You moaned and Sy felt the vibrations of your voice box on his palm.
âYou are so goddamn pretty when you are impaled on my cock. Canât get enough of you.â
Sy leaned back on one arm so that he could pound you the way he wanted.Â
âFuck, want my cum, Buttercup?â
You were circling your own clit and squeezing your breasts at the same time.Â
âGod, yes, Sy. Give it to me!â
âHere it comes, godamnâŚ.!â
You felt his ropes of cum spurt against your cervix as he came forcefully inside you. Sy looked down to see it and your own juices eek out of you as he kept pulsling inside you.
âItâs like itâs never gonna end, fuck! Got so much for you Buttercup.â
You reached down and played in your combined slick as he pulsed again, bringing your fingers up to taste as Sy finally finished coming.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, you know that right?â
You grinned and kissed him, as you collapsed on the bed reveling in your wet, sweaty bodies as he held you close. You wriggled out of his grip.
âTime for a shower, Sy.â
You smiled as you walked into his en suite, seeing him hot on your heels.
âDamn if I donât die a happy man.â
You laughed at Sy as he got your hair wet again.
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When I was 14, my older brother went to prison and I adopted his Rollins Band cassettes & copy of Art to Choke Hearts and Pissing in the Gene Pool.
Iâve been wishing Henry Rollins was my father ever since.
HBD HANK
#hbd#Henry Rollins#Art to Choke Hearts and Pissing in the Gene Pool#Rollins#Rollins Band#happy birthday#punk dad
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several sentence sunday <3 :)
hello friends :) thank you to @sparklepocalypse @onthewaytosomewhere @captainjunglegym @magicandarchery @getmehighonmagic @bigassbowlingballhead @junebugclaremontdiaz @violetbaudelaire-quagmire (HBD!!!!) @itsmaybitheway @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @anincompletelist for the tags <3
proposal au titled "the full spectrum of human emotion" coming eventually. there is spanking involved:
Alex leans closer to Henry's ear, watching a lone drop of sweat slide down the man's temple, and whispers, âI did say you were allowed, sweetheart.â Henry's cheeks go a lurid shade of pink, almost glowing from within under the lights. He takes a second to assess, landing on a decision surely meant to end Alex's life prematurely. Extinguished in his youth; death by over-the-clothes lap dance spanking. He raises his hand and brings it down with a swift crack and Alex feels it through his jeans, all the way to the blood vessels pounding in his temples. But Henry doesn't stop there. No, he goes the extra mile, goddamn overachieving fuck he is, and squeezes. Alex is going to die in this fucking bar. If the bull didnât do it, and the dancing didnât do it, itâs definitely going to be the fucking spanking. The patrons are wolf-whistling, Nora is yelling all sorts of dirty encouragement, and Alex. Well, Alex is over the fucking moon. âThat's the best you got, baby boy?â âI suggest you don't push me right now, Alex, if you don't want to cause a scene in this lovely bar.â
xoxo roop
+ tags below the cut and open tag as always <3
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#roop writes#several sentence sunday#rwrb#rwrb fic#i don't know what's going on either so#here you go i guess#i wrote this in the dairy fridge of a costco#godspeed#to the costco patrons i am sorry you watched me struggle to write this bc i was somehow sweating in that cold ass fridge#my apologies to the child in the cart who saw me try and fail many times to italicize the word âcrackâ on my phone#fat fingers: 1. roop: 0#fic: tfsohe
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dylanefron: HBD Big Bro đ I know exactly the type of big brother I want to be for Olivia and Henry because you were that brother to me. Thankful for all the memories made this year but I think weâre overdue for a real adventure, letâs do something crazy this year đ¤đź
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LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VIOLIN!!!! â¨đđđđđđđâ¨
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Happy Birthday to the radiant and dazzling Violin, AKA Trent ArcCoil! Couldnât do a colored piece like I was hoping to, but I am happy with the pose and angle.
(jumps backwards off cliff into void, Goofy scream)
#WOAHHHHHHHH! HBD VIOLIN!!!â¨đđđđđđđâ¨#â¨DayDreaming Reblogsâ¨#people's oc art#the henry stickmin collection#henry stickmin oc#He looks so cute here!!! đâ¨đđâ¨#*Playing the Kazoo for Violin like it's a party*#*Then tries to play the violin because it feels more appropriate-*#*Fails Immediately*#YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!â¨đđâ¨
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I got so psyched for NYA III I almost forgot it was Henry Diltzâ birthday!!
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HBD to the wonderful hippie virgo student of the planet Earth. Thanks for making us feel like we were really there âŽď¸
(all photos ÂŠď¸ Henry Diltz self-portraits)
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Creations from every month of 2023.
Tagged by @safedistancefrombeingsmart đ¤Thank you so much! (sorry this took me a while but it was fun!.)
JANUARY
most popular set: Doctor Strange + Walking.
my favorite: same!
FEBRUARY
most popular: Doctor Strange & tropes.
favorite: same!
MARCH
most popular: Doctor Strange color palette
favorite: Benedict horse riding in "The Power of the Dog"
APRIL
most popular: Doctor Strange mention in "Spider-man, Across the Spiderverse"
favorite: Strange Barbie
MAY
most popular: Benedict Cumberbatch and Elizabeth Olsen making margaritas.
favorite: "Doctor Strange in the multiverse of madness" blendings.
JUNE
most popular: missing Benedict.
favorite: same!
JULY
most popular: Doctor Strange face game.
favorite: HBD Benedict / 13 years of Sherlock
AUGUST
most popular: Doctor Strange and Loki parallel.
favorite: Sherlock + patterns
SEPTEMBER
most popular: The wonderful story of Henry Sugar.
favorite: same!
OCTOBER
most popular: Doctor Strange and Wong
favorite: palmerstrange OTP / Henry Sugar tropes / Sherlock changes
NOVEMBER
most popular: Tom Hiddleston talks about Doctor Strange.
favorite: Sherlock incorrect quote
DECEMBER
most popular: What If and Infinity War parallel.
favorite: Benedict waving / Doctor Strange pain / Doctor Strange What if
Tagging everyone who sees this and wants to do it. Just in case, to see your top sets for every month, you can check here.
Thank you!!đ
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Happy 4.0, you handsome lad! đĽłâ¤ď¸
May 5th 1983 - Henry Cavill being a Taurus his ~ perfect self ~
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HBD! Henry Rollins!
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