#i luhhhh him

[dmhunk]

cooperkupp ➡️ mikegesicki

this is a mike gesicki stan blog now

[mrmxlemons]

I will curate a feed that is so Voldemort

[bloodtwin]

          THAT   LAUGH   ！ When was the last time he heard that laugh ？If Puck had to choose a favorite sound, that would be it. He missed it. Thinks his heart might burst from how excited it got. His tail won’t stop thumping against the ground, snow flying with its fervor. 

He has, since arriving here, had to learn how to be a person again. His transformation not only took his body, but it took his mind too. It made him forget everything that made him Puck, replacing it with only the Urge & animalistic instincts. He couldn’t even speak, only growl. 

For all he knew, he was nothing but another wolf. He would have lived like that forever, had he not remembered Iago was his twin. He remembered their name before his own, but it was difficult to pronounce with the muzzle of a dog. To be able to say it aloud again is enough to bring tears to his eyes. ( Not that it took much to do that in the first place. )

Part of him wants to climb up the tree to join them, but the rest of him knows that would scare them. And he’s probably too big to sit up there, anyway. Instead, he stands below the branch they sit on. They nearly knocked themselves out of the tree from laughing ; he has to be there to catch them. 

          Now that he can say their name properly, he tries to say another phrase he’d been practicing: ❝ Grrrr ⸻ ❞ No, that’s just a growl. ❝ Ruff ！ ❞ That Is A Bark.

          His head cocks to the side. ❝ Roff ？❞ Nope. 

          Come on, you said it yesterday. 

          ❝ Ruh- Luh- Luhhhh. Luff. Love. ❞

          A-ha ！ ❝ Love. Iago. Love Iago. I LOVE IAGO ！！！❞

Puck tries to scold them and is met with snickers, reminiscent of a dog barking up a tree at the smug cat out of reach. 

They scoff and clutch their chest in feigned offence, “Slander. My cute little fangs are just as natural as yours. Which isn’t saying much considering our clusterfuck of genes, but they’re no dentures-” 

They freeze at the same time the realization hits Puck. He said their name.

When he phrases it like a question, they almost tip out of the tree in excitement, “Yes! Iago! That’s- yes! That’s me!” 

His excitement makes their face light up and a laugh bubbles out of them at the delighted howl. A true, genuine giggle-snort they had almost forgotten was their own.

“You’re going to call the wolves!” they reply without any real concern in their tone, too overjoyed to even care if that may be true. Shoulders shaking with laughter, they have to hug the trunk of the tree to stay upright. “At least - pfft - at least you’ll have introduced me properly. Ee - ah - go...”

[elysianslove]

the taste of you ; akaashi keiji

synopsis; your first date with akaashi ends blissfully 

pairing; akaashi keiji x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none!

note; i’m so sorry i wasn’t active yesterday everything was so hectic. i missed posting for my best boy’s bday but it’s okay i wrote something quick for him rn!! happy birthday pretty boy kaashi i luhhhh you <3333 also i’ll be working on all your requests later today don’t worry!!! <3

━ nervous, nervous, nervous.

you were so fucking nervous.

he looks so pretty like this, underneath the moonlight and the dim, street lighting, eyes the brightest you’ve ever seen and the smallest, softest smile on his lips. he’s so beautiful it’s dizzying, and you can’t believe out of everyone in school, he chose you.

you’re the only two people for miles, and although, deep down, there’s a large nest of butterflies residing in your stomach, you’ve never felt more comfortable with a boy. he shifts on the bench you sit on slightly, angling himself to face you more. you react by mimicking his movements, until your knees brush against his momentarily. your heart jumps a little, and you intertwine your fingers to settle their shakiness.

it’s quiet for a few more moments, until, carefully, akaashi reaches a slim hand outwards, slender fingers resting above your closed palms. at the feel of them, you breathe out steadily, shifting your shaky hands to clasp his hand between yours. “your palms are freezing, kaashi,” you say, hands tightening around his. despite the shocking cold of it, his hand feel so nice in your hold. it sends a wave of emotions tumbling into your chest, knocking the air out of your lungs for a few seconds because — he just feels so perfect.

he laughs at your words, and he does his best to press his palm harder in between your two, smaller hands. maybe he’s reassuring you, or maybe he wants to stay like this forever. “sorry,” he mumbles, but his smile is only growing wider when you look back up at him.

the wind howls around you, some rough leaves traveling past where you sit. the weather grows steadily colder as the season shifts into winter, when your windows get a little foggier and the blankets grow in number. it’s nice though. it feels the same way akaashi does, serene, quiet, loving — beautiful. with a small burst of courage, you feel your hands lift up, with akaashi’s still in their hold, and, lightly, you press a kiss to his knuckles, before blowing warmly. his hand twitches in your hold, and you shiver, before kissing his knuckles again, opening your palms to kiss more at his hand, at his palm, at his wrist.

he’s watching you, dazed, because you’re handling him with so much care, with so much want, and so much attentiveness. it’s breathtaking, the way you look right now, and akaashi wants nothing but you. only you. only ever you. the words land on his tongue, but his throat closes up, and instead, he spells it out onto your lips instead.

the feel of his lips are a shocking contrast to his cold hand. his lips are warm, and the dessert the two of you had shared an hour earlier still lingers in his mouth, on his tongue and on his lips. you gasp lightly, breathing him in, before pulling him closer. kissing him is exactly how you’d imagined it for nights upon nights, and you want to do it always. you never want to stop kissing him. not when it’s so soft and gentle yet so packed and flooded with need, with such obvious desire. he’s not holding back either, he’s only steadily and gradually overwhelming you with the feel of him.

his breath hitches and he stops, pulling apart from you a moment too soon. his face remains inches away from yours, and finally, you sigh, your eyes opening slowly. his eyes are soft as they bore into yours, the shine to them blinding now. slowly, your hand comes up to cradle his cheek, and, pulling yourself forward again, you whisper against his lips, “again,” and he kisses you, again, stopping your heart and starting it all over.

[cowboy-turtle]

Out here getting my blog flagged with a reblog of your javi gif posts LOL that man comes with a warning clearly

Luhhhh you 🤪

LOL 🤣

tumblr staff was like “aw how nice she loves javier peña? let’s see what she—”

but i mean, how could you not…

look at him!!!

[enretrogue]

Just some thoughts, comments while I read:

TELL THE DODGERS EYE SAID—

MYEAAAA IKDR! accolades on accolades

Joey 🥹 myhearttttt

SiSi moving like the flash 😂😂

Man ain’t nb worried abt Shohei (i’m lying, BENCH HIM NOWWWW)

Yeah “BABY”

BAE I LUHHHH UUUU YOU MY ERRYTHANGGGG

ABSOLUTELY LOVING THIS SERIES POOKIE! 😙

It's A Man's World

Chapter 8 ☆Sorry not Sorry☆

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8k (Sorry for any grammar errors)

A:N: Not my best chapter, just a filler if I'm being honest 🤷🏿‍♀️ photo and gifs, thanks to Pinterest.

To words

Jet. Laged.

We faced the Nationals in the NDLS, and of course, we won 4-0. Now, we're back home in the ATL, preparing for the NLCS (National League Championship Series), where our opponents are the Los Angeles Dodgers.

Interestingly enough, they had their press conference today and said some very interesting things about me, which I couldn't care less about. You have the nerve to say and quote, “I mean, she's good, but I don’t think she’s good enough to beat us.”

As I sit down for my press conference, I usually would keep some comments to myself, but as of right now, all gloves are off. “How was practice Sierra?”

“Good, a little chilly, but it was fine,” I respond with a shrug.

And the question that everyone wanted to ask got fired off next: “Any response to the comments that were made earlier today by the Dodgers.’

I pull a slight smirk on my face and nod my head. “I was good enough to win Rookie of the Year. I was good enough to win MVP. And I was good enough to win a Gold Glove. I think I'll be great enough to beat the Dodgers,” I answer confidently.

The room noticed the slight change in demeanor because the questions afterward were very short and to the point. Sorry not Sorry

Game Day was here, and I was more than ready to go. I had just finished lacing my cleats when a notification popped up on my phone. Normally, I wouldn't check my phone so close to game time, but full of curiosity, I checked it anyway.

Joe Burrr 🧡

Hey, you don't have to respond. I know you're in your zone. I just wanted to say go kill it out there tonight. You made it this far, so don't let them drag you back over some petty comments, even though your clapback was funny as hell, lol. I know you got this. Good luck! And no hits to the face.

I smile at the message and chuckle at the last part. As if I needed more confidence boost, Joe just put the cherry on top with this. I didn't respond but reacted to his message with a heart.

He's right. I busted my ass for his moment, and ill be damned if, like he said, some petty comments stop me. With my heart racing and excitement bubbling, I stepped out of the locker room, ready to face what lay ahead. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the cheers of fans and the buzz of anticipation. It was time to prove myself once again.

Game 1..Los Angeles

Game 2…Atlanta

Game 3…Atlanta

Game 4… Los Angeles

Game 5…Atlanta

Game 6…Los Angles

Here we are: Game 7—the climactic finale of this intense series. The stakes couldn't be higher; this game could either catapult us to the heights of glory or send us back to our living rooms, resigned to watching the World Series unfold from our couches, devoid of the thrill of competition.

The atmosphere felt electric, but we were up against the reality of not having home-field advantage. Every cheer from the opposing fans echoed in our ears, amplifying the pressure. As the scoreboard ominously displayed a 4-6 lead for our opponents in the bottom of the 7th inning, a collective sense of urgency enveloped our dugout.

It was my turn at bat. With each heartbeat resonating in my ears, I steadied myself in the batter's box, digging my cleats into the ground. I took a deep breath, visualizing my success, and when the pitcher threw the ball, I swung hard and made contact. The satisfying "crack" of the bat resonated through the stadium as I connected cleanly, sending the ball slicing into the outfield.

The crowd erupted, their cheers mingling with my own racing thoughts. I bolted down the first baseline, my legs pumping with adrenaline as I focused on reaching the safety of first base. A base hit! I knew it was enough to bring in a run, narrowing the gap and making us just a single run short of tying it up.

Now attention shifted to Ronny Mauricio, the rookie out of the Dominican Republic—a whirlwind of talent and potential. Watching him in action was like witnessing poetry in motion; he had an innate ability to read the game that belied his experience. I remained on first, breathless with anticipation as he took his stance in the batter's box. My teammate stood at third, equally poised for the moment.

The pitcher, sensing the mounting tension, cast a wary glance in my direction, gauging whether I might attempt to steal second. He then turned his focus back to Ronny, delivering the pitch with a swift motion. Ronny, with a keen eye, timed his swing perfectly, launching the ball deep into the outfield.

With my heart pounding, I took off, pushing myself to accelerate as I rounded second base. It felt like the world had faded away, leaving only the sound of my breath and the pounding of my heart. As I glanced toward the dugout, my third-base coach was a blur of determination, animatedly waving me on to keep running. His enthusiastic gestures spurred me further as I hurtled towards third base.

Rounding the base, I quickly turned my gaze back to the outfield. I could see the ball gliding through the air as the outfielders scrambled to retrieve it, their movements frantic as they prepared for the throw home. The anticipation twisted in my stomach, a mix of hope and fear. I was in the home stretch now.

Closing in on home plate, I went all out, knowing this was it. With a burst of energy, I dove forward, my body stretching toward the plate, conscious of every moment passing. I aimed to reach the base before the ball could get there, my fingertips longing to brush against the plate. As I hit the dirt, I felt the weight of the game pressing down, and with one final effort, I reached out, praying that my hand would touch the plate just as I made my desperate slide.

“SAFE!” The umpire shouted as I stood up. I clapped my hands as I walked back to the dugout, receiving pats on my back and on top of my helmet. New ballgame, gentlemen—6 to 6.

It all came down to this—bottom of the 9th, the scoreboard reading 7-6. We were just three outs away from securing our place in the World Series. As I stepped onto the field at shortstop, the tension in the air was palpable. The roar of the crowd surged around me as fans leaped to their feet, rallying behind our closing pitcher, Ryan Gonzalez.

The first out came swiftly—a high fly ball that one of our outfielders snagged with ease. The crowd cheered, but the tension only thickened.

The second out was even faster—a powerful strikeout that sent a wave of excitement through our dugout. But our hopes for a quick victory were tempered as the next batter approached the plate.

Shohei Ohtani.

Even in this high-stakes moment, the name alone sent a shiver down my spine. He’s already cemented his place in baseball history as a legend, and the energy shifted palpably as he walked up, bat in hand. The stadium, once a cacophony of cheers, fell eerily silent, all eyes fixed on Ryan as he prepared to pitch.

The first pitch whistled through the air, and Shohei connected—but it wasn’t to be. The ball sailed foul, slicing through the tension with a loud crack.

0-1.

Ryan took a moment, steadied himself, and fired the second pitch—a slow ball that floated just outside the strike zone.

1-1.

The crowd watched with bated breath as the third pitch split the plate, a crisp strike that drew another round of cheers from our supporters.

1-2.

With just one out remaining, the atmosphere was electric. Ryan took a deep breath, and for a split second, time seemed to stand still as he wound up for the final pitch.

Shohei swung with all his might but came up empty. The moment the ball hit Ryan’s glove, a thunderous eruption of cheers engulfed the stadium, drowning out everything else. My heart raced as my teammates and I rushed the mound, a tidal wave of joy crashing over us. We shouted, leaped, and embraced one another in pure elation.

We had done it—we just won the National League Championship Series and earned our ticket to the World Series. I couldn't help but feel like the universe was smiling down on me. I truly felt like I was God's Child, blessed and ready for whatever came next.

As I stepped into the familiar warmth of my house, a relieved sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back against the heavy wooden door. The vibrant energy of my teammates still echoed in my mind, a reminder of the spirited celebration I struggled to keep up with. Despite my love for the camaraderie, I knew I was no match for their boundless enthusiasm, especially when it came to reveling in our recent victory.

Pushing myself off the door, I made my way toward my bedroom, the soft carpet cushioning my feet as I began to remove my jewelry, each piece a cherished memory of the night. The sudden buzz of my phone caught my attention, drawing me to my bed where it lay, face up, a bright light illuminating the dark room.

I picked it up and glanced at the screen, a smile spreading across my face as I recognized the sender.

Joe Burrr 🧡

"Hey, just landed in Dallas. Just wanted to say congrats and I'm proud of you, Ri."

A warm sensation spread through me, making my cheeks flush as I began to type my response. I could sense the exhaustion in his words, the faint hint of fatigue woven into the text.

Me

"Thank you, baby, ❤️. Good luck on Monday."

My heart dropped into my stomach the moment I hit send. Oh no. Please tell me I didn’t just send that.

Joe Burrr 🧡

"Baby? That’s a new one…"

If I could’ve smacked myself right then and there, I would’ve done it without hesitation. What on earth possessed me to text him something so intimate?

Well, perhaps the remnants of the night’s festivities and the alcohol swirling in my system had something to do with it, but that was beside the point.

Me

"Yeah…umm…"

Joe Burrr 🧡

"Lol It's okay Ri. Get some sleep. I'll call you before practice tomorrow."

Part of me wished he wouldn’t follow through on that, yet another part of me buzzed with excitement. It felt so wrong, yet undeniably thrilling, and I couldn’t shake the sensation that this small slip could change everything.

@hoodharlow @enretrogue

[luvknow]

OMG i have a suggestion for your stray kids royal au... a member is a stable boy for the castles horses.. you recently got a new horse but ur having trouble connecting with it and it HATES YOU... so ur forced to go out and do bonding exercises with ur horse.. but u may or may not be distracted by the boy helping u out.... its nOT LIKE HES CUTE OR ANYTHINg.... ANYWAYS HOW DO ALL OF THE HORSES IN THIS KINGDOM LOVE HIM ???

as much as i love this au i…. i hate horses….. LOL :((((( anyways woojin would be the stable boy yeehaw country boy i luhhhh you

[mjfass]

Happy Wednesday! You get to stare at MJF in a little over twenty minutes.

Also, please listen to “Take Your Time” by Sam Hunt. We have to discuss how KNOW it’s going to make you feel things for MJF.

I luhhhh yewwww 😘😘

First of all… holy damn. That song just changed me, I swear to God. Thanks for the recommendation. Now I need a 30 parts MJF Fic with inspired by that song, I swear. “No, I ain't gotta call you baby and I ain't gotta call you mine. I don't have to take your heart. I just wanna take your time”

Second… UNFORTUNATELY we have to stare at him 20 minutes tonight. Ugh.

[dmhunk]

wtfnewengland ➡️ hunterhenry

this is officially a hunter henry blog

[aminah-inwonderland]

Come over, no, stay, love. 💛 Echo - Cha Cha - White Horse - Leo's. Thank you for letting me drag you all over to see Berhana even though you didn't know him yet @palmo_ ! I luhhhh you. (at The Echo)

[zoeypimvu-blog]

Task #1 : Soooo, Tonight I linked up with @willabovetherest goof ass and let me tell you, there was never dull moment with him. He kept me laughing the whole time!

Question1  - ok so i know you got girls after you lol  Whats your type of girl? WILLATR: lmaoooo how u kno I got girls after me Me: lmao dont act like you dont WILLATR: i donnnnnt, but uh,my type is a mean, rude, aggressive, girl witta real real sweet side to her. someone das goofy n allat, someone dat could take a joke, like if I roast you, roast me back type shit y'feel me. other than that, i like uh fatass n a pretty face.

Question 2 -  Whats your favorite food.

WILLATR: Chicken wings.i luhhhh chicken wings, frfr on mamas. anythang chicken, i fw it. i luh fried chicken doe das my shit. but my all time fav is chicken wings mane, lemon peppa n honey garlic. y'feel me Me: you go to wingstop dont you WILLATR: nigga i luv wing stop. mane i jus fw chicken wings heavily Me: lmao. you got me over here cracking up WILLATR: like i'll b selfish wit mines. i'll share anythang else except my wings. and if i do give u summa my wings, u kno the love real.

Question 3 Top 5 place you want to travel

WILLATR : Japan, Dubai, Mexico, China, andddddddddddddddddd....uhhhhhhhhhhhhh Rome.

Question 4 - whats your favorite sex position

WILLATR: aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, we gettin nastyyyyyyyy witt it                            Me: LMAO WILLATR  *rubs hands like birdman* well i fw doggy style, y'feel me. jus throw that ass back onna nigga n lemme catch it wit dis dick. i love dem ass waves bouncin off,dem ass claps allat...Doggy Style and Reverse / Inverse cowgirl.

Question 5 - What turns you on?

WILLATR: uhh....an aggressive mean girl...an a girl that takes action n puts a dominant nigga like me in my place, if she could do dat...BAM my dick gets ode hard, feel me, im like... well dammmm girrrrrrl. OKAYYYY! OKAYYY! you feel me.

Question 6 - wheres the craziest place you’ve had sex at?

WILLATR: my gramma house XxZoeyP: really? WILLATR: yea lmao. i havnt done it in public yet, i want to doe but i wana start wit the movie theatres first, feelme Me: be careful...they'll catch ya ass rq WILLATR: shit ion kare if we get kaught, idk..i jus like the feelin of being kaught...its risky feel me, that adrenaline...gives me the rush n allat...yu dig?

Question 7 - What type of sex you like?

WILLATR: i fw rough sex. dat real rough aggressive shiit. like u gon b my sex toy in bed, my lil bitch y'feel me you like name calllings in bed? Me: I do *smirks* WILLATR: ii, das wasp

Question 8 - What’s one thing you dont like when it comes to sex

WILLATR: if she quiet or shy. but if its like her or our first time doing it i'd understand..you gon b shy allat i feel dat but if u do it all the dam time den nah...i cant fw dat. i need a freak, somebody to be the same level of freak on me or higher.

Question 9 - What’s your biggest weakness during sex?

WILLATR: if she call me daddy/papi n tell me dis shit mines, dat shit jus makes me wana go harder n harder, feel me

Inner Me:

Question 10: How many times a day do you have sex?

WILLATR:imma horny ass nigga but i could maintain myself yufeelme but i get horny easily. But now i b doin it bout 2-3 times a day im at a point where my first nut dont satisfy me lmaooo and when im wit a shorty know we goin bout 3-4 rounds fa sho Me: hm 3 or 4 *smirks and bites lip* facts, if i hadda girl we'd b doin it every mornin, shower sex, comin home from work sex, n den late night sex. feel me but yea.

During the interview with Will, things got very... heated in a very very good way. Let’s just say he’s definitely about what he said. @imperialxxxstacy @ladytorturexxx @ixmodeling

[lovelylunarwriting]

whose more likely to pretend to like a dish Jin makes even though it tastes like actual trash: jungkook or namjoon ps I luhhhh you💋

10/10, Namjoon. He wouldn't want to hurt Jin's feelings so he'd eat as much of the meal as he could bare and he'd be like "w o w this is gr8- such taLENt!!1!". He'd really over-do the compliments but Jin wouldn't catch on because it would stroke his ego. Jungkook on the other hand would be like "Jin do you even h a v e taste buds??". No subtly at all, it wouldn't occur to him to lie.

[definitely-yours]

MY FAV SA S2 IS BOBBY, AS IN AAAAAA.

<spoilers for s2>

THE FIRST TIME I PLAYED S2 I FRIENDZONED BOBBY AND WENT FOR NOAH BUT IN LIKE 4 EPISODES IN, HE WAS LIKE. “ik ur gonna ask. im not gonna pick u, im picking hope.” LUH NA-OFFEND AKO. TAPOS WHEN SILA LUCAS N HENRIK PUMASOK, ME AND PRIYA WERE CHATTING AND SI BOBBY, HE GAVE US DRINKS AND WAS GONNA LEAVE. SABI NI PRIYA “arent u gonna ask what were talking about?” SABI NYA “its not my business” HALA NA-FALL AKO DUN

pero i almost picked lucas ong, gwapuhin tapos matalino pa e. tapos sa casa amor, i dated carl and i brought him back bc i was with henrik and i didnt like him lol. pero bobby was so heartbroken nung nakita nya na binalik ko si carl so luhhhh halos naiyak ako dun kasi sabi pa nya something like “im glad he makes u happy” basta ganun.

WALA NAKAKAKILIG LANG

I can't be the only one obsessing over this game...

[sabi-ni-eryaaaan]

Reflection for today.

Mejo naguluhan ako, kasi akala ko may gusto siya sakin. Kasi yung unang chat namin ay sobrang lit, haha.

Umepal ako ngayon, so ayun. Tapos sabi ko ilakad chenes eklat ko siya.. luh pumayag si gago tapos kumeme ako dun, hindi pinatulan yun pag "harot" ko. Sabi ko, "ako nalang sana..kaso hindi ako maganda" hindi man lang nag object! Ganun na ba ako ka panget? Haha, ang saket ng berilayt. Tapos ako pa yung mukhang desperada sa chat namin, sabagay ako naman talaga🙄 pero okay lang, the more I know him mas na TTO ako. Hahah, gusto niya ng gf pero ayaw sakin... pangit ba ako? Waiiit ka lang pag ako um-aura ng bongga who u ka talaga sakin, cheret.

Pero di ko padin nmn siya i uuncrush since kamukha nmn niya si Matty, sabi ko nga kasi for eyes only lang talaga siya. Siguro mag llessen yung crush pero hindi ko siya iuuncrush, atleast I know my place na, hanggang crush lang talaga siya. Yung katulad lang dati, yung makita ko kang masaya na, hindi yung magpapapansin pa ako ng sobra. Okay na yung dati, ganun nalang.

Problema ko ngayon, mejo ma aawkwardan ako ng konti, yoko bumili sa tindahan unless kila bona lang. papa ganda ako para makita niya na kaya ko din, luhhhh. Hahahahahaha. Andddd, atleast 1 step stronger nako ngayon.

Soooooo, Matty wag ka mag alala.. Crush padin kita pero, di nako aassume sayo. Crush kita, kasi kamukha mo si Matty. Siguro lasing or naka drugs ka lang nun nung unang chat natin.

Wag ka mag alala, ipagppray ko padin na maka recover ka, if totoo yun. Haha

Labyu

[maleficradiance]

“Nnhhh...”

Mairon wrapped his legs around his master’s waist as he embraced him, nails raking over his back happily.

“I love you, I... luhhhh...”

He kissed him deeply, tongue stroking over his as he tightened around him.

Happy halloween, my beloved! - maleficradiance

“Happy Halloween, my dearest one!” Morgoth’s face lit up at the sight of his husband. He hooked an arm around him and spun him into his arms as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I think tonight calls for celebrating this special holiday, don’t you think? We could start in the bedroom.” He winked suggestively, knowing Mairon would understand what he was getting at.