#i want macs tshirt

[ocularmacdown]

mac was so adorable in this scene and i love him so much, but also this was all i could think of-

[popcornforone]

The Casual Campaign

A Ted Garcia (from future film Eddington) Fic

Day 10 of Pedrotober (Prompt Candid / Favourite Tshirt)

Masterlist

Am I the first person to write a Ted Garcia Fic? I have no idea & he’s probably not gonna be the best guy is he or be the kind of guy to wear a T-shirt, but I think that’s what makes this fun.

Synopsis:- Ted can’t find anything to wear on th day he wants to treat your to a shopping trip.

Word Count:-600

Warnings over & above:- oral sex (both), swearing, Ted is a bit sleezy,dirty talk.

Thanks for the prompts @norththelemon & @alyssamariag & thank you all for liking these & reading them. It’s making me smile that you are enjoying these.

He’s not on the campaign trail this weekend, which is nice. Just some time for you & him to catch up without the rest of the world seeing. He tends to usually just stay home when he’s not campaigning, but today he wants to do what you want. Hold your hand at the end of the summer, as the world passes by while you do a nice normal couple activity. You haven’t been shopping for clothes in a little while & he has agreed to come with you & buy you the prettiest dress in New Mexico.

There’s one problem though. Ted is always campaigning. He wears shirts ties & jackets. Very rarely does he now not wear anything but that. Even if he’s being casual it’s still a shirt. So him going through his wardrobe to find an appropriate tshirt to wear on this blistering summers day is actually hard for him.

“You must have 1 Ted”

“Honestly I’m struggling” he says rummaging around his closest before producing a few hangers “aha found them” you can almost see the dust come off some of them. You take a quick glance & are shocked. The face you pull isn’t encouraging.

“What?”

“Ted, you know I love you but half of these you can’t be seen in for so many reasons.

“Why not?” He pouts & holds up the first 2.

“Yes they are classic lakers T-shirts & the purple is lush but anyone who hates the lakers will vote for the other guy”

“Good point” he holds the next one up.

“Coca Cola made 300 people redundant up the road back in March” he sighs & hold the next one “that Fleetwood mac one Is older than me”

“But it’s vintage” he protests.

“Babe just look at the holes in it” he then accidentally as he looks for them puts his finger through one making it bigger.

“It’s got to be this grey one Ted, this is now a shopping trip for you, not me” you chuckle & he then takes off his robe from the bathroom, his glorious naked body making you lick your lips. Ted likes to go commando usually but you throw boxers at him.

“Hey” he says looking confused. “you know I like to hang lose”

“I know” you shimmy across the bed & watch him go to get rid of them. “But if we’re going shopping who knows what skin conditions other guys have from clothes they’ve tried on, that could get on your dick”

“Hmmm say that again” he moans, & guides your hands to his length.

“I need that long, hard, girthy cock in prestige condition” & you lick across the tip & his erection grows.

“Oooh baby, watch that mouth of yours”

“No Ted” you spit on his shaft. “You watch it” you take him into your hollowed cheeks, & Ted stands there thrusting into you, face fucking you for the next 10minutes, until you taste the seed of the seedy politician that you love. It’s like his reward. You splutter as you try to gulp it down & then look up at him, a few drops escaping your lips.

“Hmmm that kept you quiet”

“I know, now how about you have some quiet time”

“Only if you are loud enough to get complaints from our neighbours.”Ted says as he watches you open your legs for him & he takes off your knickers so you are just in your bra. He licks his lips. “Hmmm I don’t think we’re gonna go shopping today”

[wheezyseeker99]

Mine: Part 1

Warnings: pining, swearing, teasing, p in v, handjob

((AN: one of these days I’ll go back through the warnings and make them cohesive but today is not that day))

18+, MDNI

Summary: In honor of the flyers first preseason win, I sat down and finished this piece. This one is going to be the best friend’s brother trope because my bestie is a ginger and she always says he looks like her brother. Alternate universe obvs and I used y/n this time.

Summers in southern California with my best friend, Courtney, are always perfect. I have no cares in the world when I’m with her. I’ve already gotten a tan and she’s burnt to a crisp, which is usual for her. Her ginger hair and pale skin make it impossible for her to enjoy the sun. I’ve read through at least 3 books this week while her mom drove us around on the boat. It’s glorious.

Well, it was until her brother decided to come home.

Cam made his presence known immediately when he got to town. It’s rare that he’s around since he’s a hockey star for an nhl team on the east coast. I knew him before all of that. I knew the long hair boy playing roller hockey in the backyard. The one that I had a major crush on.

It was easy to have a crush on Cam. He’s always been laid back and nice to me. It was hard not to fall for him. I never told my best friend that though, and I don’t know how she’d react to that confession.

The feelings for Cam are still there, which is a problem. A big, big problem. I didn’t notice it until we came in after a day on the ocean. He was laid out on the couch, waiting for us to get home.

It shouldn’t have shocked me that Cam is a man now. When I walked through the door that day, I think I went into shock. His body has filled out since the last time I had seen him. I tried not to stare at how thick his thighs looked or how his biceps flexed. Or even how his shoulders looked when his tshirt stretches over them.

I definitely doubt he would ever look at me the way I look at him. I think it’s that fact that’s driving me up the wall. It’s been two days of being around him so far, and it’s extremely hard not to throw myself onto him. I have never felt this feral in my entire lifetime.

Today I tried to distract myself by helping Courtney and her mom decorate for the ‘Annual York 4th of July Celebration’ which basically consisted of me cleaning the main rooms in the house and making side dishes in the kitchen.

I’m standing over the stove stirring a pot of macaroni for the mac and cheese when Cam walks through the back door wearing nothing but shorts hanging low on his hips and running shoes. My eyes immediately went to his bare chest that’s drenched in sweat. His skin looks so nice when it’s flushed. Little freckles litter his skin along with the thick ginger chest hair. I snap my eyes away before he could notice I was eyeing him.

“Where’s everybody at? I come back from my run and all of the cars are gone.”

“Oh, your dad is going to pick up your grandparents, and Courtney and your mom are at the store. It’s just me here,” I tell him, trying to keep a straight face and keep my eyes away from him.

Cam leans onto the counter next to me. I feel the heat radiating off of him. I know his eyes are piercing into me.

“So we’re alone?”

I nod and keep my eyes on the task in front of me. Maybe if I stay quiet, he’ll go do something else. I stir the macaroni one last time and move over to the sink to drain the water.

“Finally,” he sighs. “I’ve wanted to get you alone since I got here.”

I whip my head to look at him and almost drop the pot. My jaw nearly drops to the floor.

“Huh?”

“We’ve never been alone before y/n, haven’t you noticed?”

I gulp. Of course I’ve noticed but I’d never tell him that. We always have Courtney around. I make sure of it for this very reason. My hands feel sweaty and I’m on the verge of stuttering. I finish draining the pot and bring the drainer to the empty baking dish.

“Nope Cam. I’ve never noticed.”

“Can I help you with this?”

He steps closer to me and I nearly flinch when he takes the drainer from my hands. I wipe the sweat from my hands on my apron and step toward the fridge.

“Sure, go ahead. I need to start chopping the hamburger toppings. The cheese should be ready to stir in if you can do that and then put it in the oven to keep it warm.”

Cam listens my instructions, and comes up next to me while I’m slicing tomatoes. He once again leans on the counter next to me. This time, a lot closer than before. I keep my head down, concentrating on how I need to be slicing the tomatoes.

“Any reason why you can’t look me in the eye?”

“I’m trying not to cut my fingers off,” I say sarcastically.

I stop for a second and look him in the eyes just to prove him wrong, but the moment I do, I get sucked into his blue irises. I don’t know how long I stared into his eyes, but it took everything in me to stop. I cleared my throat and looked back at the tomatoes before slicing more.

“Are you ever going to stop fighting it, y/n?”

“Fighting what?” I ask and attempt to hold my breath. “Why are you asking so many questions?”

“You’ve had a crush on me for years, probably just as long as I’ve had one on you, and you never acted on it.”

I sit down the knife and turn to him. I feel overwhelmed instantly at his words. He had a crush on me? And he knew I had one on him? If he knows, does Courtney know? My mind races with all of the thoughts that I barely remember to respond.

“How do you know that?”

“I can tell when your eyes are on me, y/n. You’ve done it for years.”

“I was that obvious,” I mutter under my breath.

Cam hums in response. He takes my hand into his, “is this okay?”

I nod and he gets impossibly closer, caging me in against the counter. He’s always been taller than me, but I never really knew that he would tower over me like this. My eyes trail over his face. Should I make a move? My mind races back to all the times I imagined this moment as I eye his lips. His face gets closer to mine and his nose brushes mine. His breath is hot against my lips while his eyes hypnotize me.

“You look like you want me to kiss you,” he whispers.

“I do,” I whisper back.

My heartbeat is out of control at this point, beating like it’s going to hammer out of my chest. I don’t think my brain is working at full capacity anymore. A smile spreads on his face and he cups my cheek in his large palm. His mouth hovers over mine. My eyes close when it comes in contact with mine.

Cam’s mouth is like heaven. It’s warm and firm, and I can feel the little scar against my lips.

My hands have a mind of their own. They make their way to his hair, sliding into the sweaty strands. Our tongues tangle, and he groans while his hands make their way to untie the apron from my waist. It falls to the floor and he grips my waist in one hand while his other glides up my body to cup my breast over my tank top. I should’ve worn a bra today but I didn’t, and he can clearly feel that when he touches me. His thumb brushes over the fabric and I moan into his mouth. His hips press into mine when I do. I can feel his erection growing in his shorts, and I know as a fact that this isn’t stopping here. We breathe heavily when he pulls his mouth from mine.

“How about this,” he breathes against my lips, “I turn off the oven and put this shit in the fridge while you go upstairs and wait for me.”

I nearly choke at his words, but I just nod at him mindlessly.

“Yes please.”

He lets me free and smacks my ass when I start to walk away. I turn back to look at him and he has the goofiest grin on his face. God, if I knew he had a crush on me then we could’ve done this sooner.

.

By the time I’m upstairs, I’m stumbling into the guest room. I looked around and started to panic. My room is a mess. I picked up my clothes off the floor and shoved them into the basket near the closet before I heard the door open. I glance over my shoulder as Cam shut the door and locked it. His eyes dragged down my still clothed body. I swear I could feel fire burning inside me.

“Where were we?”

He stalked towards me, but I put my hand up between us and it landed on his bare, hard chest.

“Wait. What’s going to happen? What about Courtney?”

“I want it all with you. We can settle the logistics and fight with my sister about it later,” he took my hand and slid his fingers through mine.

“Does that mean you’re going to ask me the question?”

“I was going to ask you out on a date first y/n,” he paused, “I was going to earn this, but I want you to be mine. What do you say?”

“I want you so yes Cam. You earned it,” I breathed. “Anything, just let me jump your bones really quick before everyone gets home.”

Cam giggled before I lost my composure completely. I slammed my lips onto his and walked him backwards to the bed. His mouth removed from mine and kissed down my neck to my chest, slowly sliding the straps of my tank top off my shoulders.

“You can jump my bones as long as I can taste you,” he smirked. “No bra?”

“I didn’t think about it.”

“Should think about it. My eyes went to these as soon as I walked in,” he says while moving the fabric down to my middle.

“Funny you mention that. My eyes went to your chest too,” I laugh softly.

“I knew that’s why you couldn’t look me in the eye,” he nips at my nipple and pulls back to look at me. “You need to be honest baby.”

“I will just-“ I grab his hands and bring them to my waistband. “Just take my clothes off.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Cam dragged down my yoga pants with my tank top and underwear, leaving me bare. I shivered slightly from the cool air coming from the vents and my nipples harden at the change in temperature. Cam tugs down his shorts. He tossed them to be with my clothes, and my hands went to his length as he claims my mouth again. He took my hand away and binded both of my wrists in his hand.

“Careful with that hand baby,” he grunted. “It feels too good and this could end too soon if you try that.”

I’m on my back before I know it. It almost knocked the breath out of me, how fast he could man handle me. His mouth covered my nipple again, and his free hand thumbed over the other one.

I hear a strangled moan escape his mouth and he sets my wrists free. My hands immediately went to his hair. Cam grabbed onto my legs and pulled them open so he can settle between them, his mouth still assaulting my breasts. I feel the anticipation deep in my core. It feels like it’s about to boil over and he’s barely touching me. I clench around nothing, waiting for him to make the move. His length ruts against me, grinding slow and steady. I sigh, tugging at his hair. I grip the sweaty strands for dear life when he enters me. My entire body hums in excitement.

“Oh my god y/n,” he moans.

“Move please.”

“So polite,” Cam laughs and nips at my neck. “Being polite will get you what you want baby.”

His hips move steadily but I can’t stop my hips from bucking into his. All of it wasn’t enough. His touch, his mouth, the way his body pressed into me. I need it all and more. His teeth scraped the skin of my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted this,” he groans and drives himself deeper into me. “We fit perfectly.”

“We do.”

I never knew if or how someone could complete another person like how Cam is completing me. I didn’t know the feeling of being whole until now. When his hooded eyes meet mine, he understands it too. The blue irises trailed down my body, groaning when he looks at where we’re connected. I tugged his mouth back to mine, moaning against him. I didn’t even notice when his thumb ran over my clit. I hold him to me, taking in every movement he gives. Everything felt too good.

“So perfect. I’ve never felt so good in my entire life baby,” he rasped between breaths.

It doesn’t take long for me to cum. I cry out as he held me down and pistoned into me, his hips snapping. I barely have time to come down from my high when an idea crept its way through my mind.

“Wait. Don’t cum inside me yet.”

Cam’s eyebrows knit together and he stares at me in shock. I shocked myself too, to be honest. He slows his thrusts but doesn’t stop.

“I want to try something please,” I beg.

Cam lets out a whine. He can’t stop thrusting and I clench around him. The pressure is building again. I smooth a hand over his cheek to distract him. He nuzzles his head into it, waiting for me to instruct him.

“Pull out and lay down. Trust me.”

He obeys, lying down next to me. His sweaty hair is curling at the ends, reminding me of how his hair looked when we were kids. He still has that boyish charm, but as my eyes trail down his body, I can’t help but think about all of the fantasies I’ve had about him.

Now Cam’s body is stretched almost the full length of the bed next to me. Although his body is full of hard planes, his skin is soft. His chest heaved as I got comfortable on my side. He looks pretty like this. I lift a hand to his mouth.

“Spit,” I command him.

His eyes connected with mine when he lets the spit trail from his mouth to my palm. My hand reaches for his length, stroking it slowly as I smash my mouth onto his. I pump him slowly and build speed. Cam’s mouth attacks mine fiercely, the moaning from his lips never ceasing. His hand comes between my legs and he shoves two fingers inside me, pumping in and out. I bite down into his lip at the sudden impact.

I pull my mouth back and speed up my hand as fast as I can go. Cam’s eyes close and his hand is clenched between my thighs. His hips jolt up into my hand, telling me that he’s getting closer.

“You’re going to paint your chest and I’m going to lick it off. Do it for me Cam, you’re being so good.”

His hips jar slightly, moving in clumsy thrusts into my hand until he cums. Streaks of white paint his stomach and chest. It’s a beautiful sight. I lean down and lick his hot skin, swallowing as I go. Once I’m finished, I settle back onto my side and press a kiss to his cheek. He hasn’t said a word yet.

“You’re amazing Cam.”

“Fuck y/n,” he groaned. “Never stop praising me.”

“I should stop. Your ego is going to be the size of Texas.”

Cam giggles and presses a kiss to my lips. My hand mindlessly strokes through his hair. I pulled back and laid my forehead against his. We know we can’t stay here forever. I don’t know how long it’s been when he takes the first move to get up.

“I’m going to shower really quick baby. Stay naked and don’t leave this bed until I get back,” he says playfully as pulls on his shorts and walks to the door.

“I’ll be here as naked as you left me. I’m not leaving this bed until you get back.”

“Good girl.”

He closes the door behind him. Tonight is definitely going to be interesting.

Part 2 will come eventually…

[cr--books]

What are we Natasha

Hurt/comfort : being used, jealousy, swearing, only being used for sex, G!p natasha, clingy yelena...idk wha else

Natasha and me had been sleeping together for a while, yeah that's all sleeping together, she'd cum and then get dressed and leave, if she was mad she'd fuck me and then leave for a day or two

I was getting tired of it, I was not a fucking toy so I started ignoring her, if she came into a room I got up and left, if she tried to come to my room I'd have Jarvis tell her i was out

"Hey, дорогой" Yelena wrapped her arms around me as I cooked eggs

"Hey beautiful" I kissed her cheek, Yelena was only affectionate with me and Kate, when she gets comfortable god damn

We were in a meeting and Yelena was growing tired so she picked me up and put me on her lap, oblivious to Natasha being held back by clint everytime she touched me

It had been almost a week since I started ignoring Natasha, I spent most of my time with Yelena she taught me how to make perfect mac and cheese

Nat's POV:

Y/n had been ignoring me for a fucking week, she had spent every waking moment with my fucking sister shes probably fucking her the slag

Its not as if I give a fuck about her I just dont think my sister wants my seconds, me and y/n had been friends with benefits for a while before she just stopped talking to me, which hurt a lot I loved her and she dropped me for my sister

No fuck that I'm done with her not talking to me, I gave her enough space I want to know why she isnt talking to me anymore

"Goodnight lena" y/n whispered giggling as she left my sisters room before she walked to the elevator her floor being the same as mine just above yelenas

I was hiding in the elevator where she couldnt see me, she was wearing booty shorts and a black tshirt her hair was up in a pony tail with her bangs out

Once she walked in the elevator I grasped her waist before she could walk out, I pushed her against the wall pressing floor 9

"Why are you ignoring me, detka" she squirmed in my grasp

"Because I am not a toy for you to play with when your lonely or horny I am not an object for you to take your anger out and leave me to clean myself, when have you ever gave me after care natalia, WHEN" She screamed tears coming out of her eyes, she brought a hand to wipe her tears

"Fuck" I leaned on her shoulder, wrapping my arms around her bringing her into a hug, "detka I'm sorry I'm so sorry I just thought, fuck, that you were okay I didnt even think about how you'd feel, I baby I'm sorry please give me another chance I csnt stand to be without you, I fell inlove with you it hurts watching you with Yelena" I pressed small kisses to her neck and shoulder

" shes my friend natty" she whispered back, "she's really funny and actually is nice to me instead of using my body, the only compliment you ever gave me was, "fuck I love how tight you are" that's all" she whimpered

"I'm sorry baby, you just make me feel so good and I dont know how to Express myself" I kissed her forehead, "come on let's cuddle okay" she nodded and I picked her up carrying her to my room

"Dont worry baby girl, I'll make it up to you"

Part 2

[submariini]

the clowns do rovaniemi aka the 09/12 gig report

and also i saw the mural on the 11th. oops.

the clowns were 22 of us (+ some ppl who we knew but weren't full part of the clown party) from the 18+ kcord

it was @symmetryorigin birthday so lbr. kcord gig more than käärijä gig.

somewhat accidentally stumbled into häärijä pre gig. i went looking for him but i didnt expect to find him? @izpira-se-zlato gave him a hojan tshirt. (the other ones are xia's own, mine and nace's). and we wanted to take a pic w the three of us in it which got pushed to post-gig.

music was v 2010s in the club but it was a good time.

despite the rather ass barrier and drunk people: EXCELLENT gig. full fantastista is a treat!! so glad ive seen it twice bc lmao why do i keep going to rovaniemi help

@beesgobzzzing got to sing its crazy its party !!! which so deserved !!! so good !!! käärijä looked v confused when we all started shouting bees 🐝

bees using all the power given to shout out laura's bday aka time for terrible birthday singing and k joking that laura looks 15.

all the foreigners saying where they were from were us clowns. shout out to omega for killing his ears shouting scotland.

häärijä had a new trick for ccc bc he couldnt crawl so he just whale sprayed water up 10/10 would watch again.

him and k also got onto the barrier for mic mac which im sure was an accident waiting for happen but its fiiiiine

post gig was a mix of everyone dying and the three of us having the häärijä thing trying to get to the meeting point -- he did dm to ask if we were there which made it easier.

we got herded into like a staircase hallway??? took the pic (courtesy of xia) and then just. hung in the staircase ig. to some annoyance im sure of staff and kcrew passing by lmao

i had a cassette for k of the olympiastadion recording which i gave to h to give to k except h just went oh ill go ask if he wants to come down??? bluescreen of death moment.

k showed there in his dumb lil socks. gave him the cassette and he seemed to genuinely wanna listen to it 😭 also banter abt ... who tf still owns a player for those. (ty to h for offering to ask a greatgreatgreatgrandfather.)

he also remembered that he signed my boots in antwerp (help?).

after that ordeal at like 3am or some shit we just decided to get burger king. bc god. had to cope with whatever that gig was somehow. 10/10 time for rollo 3.0 (not in december tho fml)

i am actually very emo about everyone i went with but also going to bed at 6am when i've been getting up at 6:30am for work for six months has literally floored my entire brain and i need to recover first.

but also LETS GO JOKER OUT ANTWERP CLOWNS AND MAY GIG CLOWNS !!!

[gaydennisreynolds]

the mac and dennis dynamic in charlie goes america all over everybody's ass is unmatched. they're in matching tshirts half the episode, dennis can't keep his hands off of mac, and theyre Just Two Bros Standing A Little Too Close Together. later seasons macdennis could never and it makes me sick. i want them to be scheming little asshole touchy feely friends again goddamn it! give me this back or i don't want it anymore

[chiquititaosita]

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ brown is beautiful, Steve Harrington x latina reader (meeting)

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ post type: fic series

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ tbh i can’t believe I’m doing stranger things on this shit smh 🤦🏽‍♀️but im a sucker for this white boy. (And many more on my account on this app) please forgive me for my anime mutuals.

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ context: headcanons for Steve with a Latina s/o (female reader) takes place during and/or after season 4. HINTS OF INTERNALIZED RACISM (because we need to be aware of this shit) a little bit of angst, to fluff. Hispanic humor and slang en español, food descriptions, car terms

it’s another shift at family video. There steve is on the counter with his chocolate brown hair, fair skin wearing his vest and a black tshirt, a little silver or gold chain that was small but it was hidden a little bit under his shirt. Steve will be tired, exhausted, Annoyed. Done Just absolutely given up. because he wouldn’t know on what to do, trying to get over Nancy. literally robin is sick and tired of this shit. “You dingus, you realize why you haven’t been able to get over her right?” Robin crossed her arms wearing a black sweater with her eyes rolled up. And looking at her cell phone, it’s from her home girl y/n l/n name appeared to call.

“What do you mean?” Steve was already on the counter restocking some DVDs in the front, where the movie sale of La Bamba was being in stock almost selling out, since Keith wanted them to sell out soon.

“You go for only one type. Steve.” Steve listened carefully and had those two words “one type” replay in his mind that got him all dumb and stupid. Yes Steve in high school was a ladies man. Yet however all the girls noticed him going for the white girls. Thats when not many poc girls thought it was a joke for him to ask any girl who was poc. Steves widened and was at agape. Covering his mouth. Realizing that he’s been a huge douche bag to girls that are poc. Especially the Hispanics. “Hold that thought.” Robin was on the phone Answering to you.

“Hey home girl I’m coming by, i got your order ready.” You spoke with a smile on your face driving in a 1978 Chevy impala, modded to your liking, with hydraulics, and a v8 engine. Wearing a white tank top cropped, black zip up jacket, your hair all natural curls coming through, Nike Cortezes in white, big hoop earrings, black dickies pants, dark brown lip liner with a red lip mac lipstick on Russian red, just like the iconic Selena Quintanilla. Blasting some Spanish music of your choice.

“Oh great! Now you get to meet the suavecito i told you about.” Robin smiled through the phone, and Steve could hear you cackle, doing a bit of a loud laugh hearing some girl speak Spanish since his best friend put the girl on speaker.

“No mames Chingona!!! En serio? Eres un flaquito? Or what? Also pues, im five minutes away” Y/n was speaking Spanish. Robin was actually fluent in Spanish, surprisingly, when she had to order some food for breakfast, for the kids.

“Ah okay, claro see you chica” robin hung up and sighed. Chuckling lightly watching Steves moments of processing.

“what’s up with you?”robin looked over

“I just had an ephiphany….” Steve was walking to the register leaning against the counter facepalming, making that face of oh shit i fucked up.

“That is?” Steve was about to answer robins questions “well basically it’s that-“ until some loud music apparently the song te aprovechas was blasting outside. Parked into a near parking spot. Then not even a few seconds later, y/n was walking in with a beautiful smile that had lightened up the room immediately.

“Hola Chingona!!!” Y/n kicked the door open of the store walking to Robin giving a side hug, a little bit.

“Y/n wow you weren’t kidding that you’d be quick let me get these.” Robin smiled at her as she grabbed the box of pan dulce, and some carne asada tacos, brought that immediately smelled amazing with lettuce cheese ground beef, sour cream, cilantro, tomatoes, and grilled onions. “Aye no mama no I got you let me.” Y/n looked so happy and cheerful and gave in finally seeing the la bamba movie in stock!

“No mames! Cabrona! Yall have la bamba! Bro i love this movie!!!” She chuckled and smiled, picking it up, and putting it at the check out. Steve had what he originally was gonna say in the back of his head, then hearing that laugh of yours made him jolt and look at you every now and then.

“She maybe a challenge…, i think I can win her over.’

“Ahh so you’re suavecito! Eh!? You weren’t kidding Robin he el pelon es muy guapo.” Y/n giggled a bit as she was a sweetheart but a tóxica in disguise. “uhh yeah whatever that means but that yeah that’s me!” steve replied sheepishly as he’s trying to keep his composure well. “i’ll see you around, Steve!”

you say walking out and robin comes back looking at him. “okay you were saying about this epiphany.”

steve looked at robin, who steve has clearly rarely ever seen a latina before in hawkins. looking at her. “i think i might like latinas.” he’s got him in a look of smitten on his face. turns out he’ll won’t be the one thinking of you or in this case being steve dreaming of you.

[isaut]

cheers!— rex x f!reader, divorcée au… written on tumblr LOL

“i’m going to the restroom,” you say, downing your martini and setting the, now warm, mason glass on the coffee table. there’s a bit of a wobble as you stand, before you disappear up the stairs to the second floor.

you don’t use the guest bathroom.

instead, you let yourself into rex’s room. use his bathroom. pull your toothbrush out from its hiding place and brush your teeth. you also find the makeup remover wipes you keep there too, wiping at least your foundation on. you don’t want to fight with your eye makeup.

stumbling and catching yourself on the door frame, you help yourself to a big tshirt of rex’s, leaving your halter top in a puddle on the floor.

you haven’t said goodnight to anyone. still, you peel off your jeans and let them join your top on the ground. taking a moment, you inspect the imprints left on you, but stop before it can become self loathing.

back in rex’s drawers, you find a pair of sweatshorts that you left there to sleep in. you plop down on his bed, applying some of his lotion, which is now your brand.

“i’m going to go check on her,” rex announces, standing and heading upstairs. he slowly opens up his bedroom door, eyes softening when he sees you.

you look over at him.

“hey,” he whispers, closing the door behind him. “what are you up to?”

“i’m tired,” you sigh softly, leaning back on your hands.

“yeah? you coming back downstairs, sweetheart?”

humming, you close your eyes as rex cups your face. “mmm… i don’t know… i think i might just stay here… with you…”

“i have to head back downstairs,” rex murmurs.

“you’re so attractive when you’re hosting…” your eyes flutter open to gaze up at him.

“i think you need to sleep,” rex notes. “want to take off the rest of your makeup?”

you shake your head, falling backwards. “i tried already.”

“i got you something,” rex says, leaving your side and heading into his bathroom. he emerges with a bottle of makeup remover and a few cotton pads.

sitting up on your elbows, you eye the bottle for a moment, trying for focus your eyes on it.

“is that mac?” you ask.

rex nods, putting some on a cotton pad. he leans over you, gently pressing the pad to your eye. “i’m tired of cleaning your mascara and glitter off my bedding.”

you lie under rex and let him clean off your makeup, resting your hand on his forearm.

“alright, i’ll tell everyone you passed out,” rex says. “you want some water?”

“some kisses. and a nice long cuddle,” you say, climbing under the sheets as rex holds them up for you.

“i can make those happen after everyone goes home,” rex says.

“i’ll be asleep by then,” you pout.

rex presses a kiss to your forehead. he drags a trashcan over, pushing what’s in there (a soda can and some tissues) down further to make space.

“I’ll get you some water and tea,” rex says.

“maybe something for me to throw up,” you mumble.

once you’re settled in upstairs with pretzels, tea and a water bottle, rex takes his seat back on the couch. it’s after conversation has picked back up and fallen back into its normal swing of things that you reappear.

rex sees you first, standing on the stairs with a frown on your face and brows furrowed.

quickly, he stands up to try and push you back upstairs before anyone can see that you have clearly been made ready for bed— his shirt, your shorts, makeup free.

“i need some ibuprofen,” you say, a little louder than you mean to, the second you see rex stand and come your way.

“i’ll grab you some,” rex says, but he knows it’s too late. he’d been sitting next to echo and his wife, and he’s sure they saw you as well.

“i threw up,” you add on, letting yourself be shooed back upstairs. “did you move your mouthwash? it wasn’t on the counter.”

“i’ll find it for you,” rex says gently. he doesn’t bother looking over his shoulder, instead guiding you back into the bedroom. the mouthwash is on the counter— it’s just green instead of blue.

he gets you all settled back in, makes sure you’re laying on your stomach, before heading back downstairs. you’re asleep before he even closes the door.

rex sits back with his friends, rubbing the back of his head and clearing his throat.

“i think we should cheers,” fives says, picking up his beer bottle. “to being just friends.”

“we don’t need to cheers to that,” rex protests.

his friends cheers without him. they’re cheersing to him, anyways.

[izzy-b-hands]

So. I'm allowing myself a vent post or two abt Stuff in the Brain today that won't fuck off, but it'll all be under a cut if I feel I'm at risk of being too wordy so folks don't gotta see this if they don't wanna. And on this one I did get wordy, multi-paragraphs so. fair warning if u decide to be brave and read thru it lol

I'm behind on getting Mum a bday gift. Like two weeks behind. Partially bc money, partially bc the thing I really wanted to get her involves bidding on ebay and attempting to win a listing (and I just haven't managed it yet lmao), and partially bc like:

For once I've been living my life for me, thinking abt me and Housemate first and foremost, and focusing on what I actually want/need from day to day, and that means I'm away from my phone a bit more than usual, which means I've missed some calls and texts from Mum and just haven't been as Available via phone/apps/etc as I've been in the past

(including one time in the last week or so where Housemate and I stepped aside to the kitchen to make ourselves mac n cheese, and Mum was late to calling me for a planned call, so I figured I was safe to leave the phone by the couch while we cooked. Nope! In that less than half hour, 25 mins at most that it took us to finish mac and get plated up, she figured we'd both A. fallen down the stairs and were now dying from brain bleeds while the cats sniffed us in panic and fear B. decided to cut her out of my life forever and so now I wasn't going to be answering her calls (tho this point I didn't know until a much more recent text where she admitted to it and did say she was ashamed of feeling that way.) )

So I really need to get something out to her, either the chocolates I was planning on sending for her and the family from a local shop, the Snoopy Build-A-Bear plushie with a lil 'I miss you' tshirt and a voice thingy inside it with me telling her to remember that I love her and am always grateful for her help and care and things like that, whatever will fit lol (this is the fucker that triggered this whole train crash of a set of thoughts today lmao), and/or something from one of the ebay listings I've been trying to get (I just need to accept it and pay the buy it now price considering what the thing is isn't like. Uber rare? But apparently Bon Jovi doesn't have their figurines made any more, so they're a bit harder to find and I'm gonna risk not getting one at all if I don't just. do the dang thing lmao)

I'm thinking the Snoopy would be best/easiest for rn, but I keep getting stuck on what I'll say for the recording and it's so dumb but like:

I know, for the sake of both of us and the deeply grown and intertwined sort of emotionally incest-flavoured codependency Mum and I have, we probably should eventually try going NC or LC for at least like. a month or two in the future? Probably even a bit longer? Not as like a 'this is forever' thing (unless something would happen that would point to that as the best option for both of us), but just until we can maybe both heal a bit and work closer towards something even vaguely approaching a more normal mother/son relationship.

And the particular fear is very silly but like. I'd hate to say the things I have planned, that I mean (I do love her, and I know she does her best, and so I'm grateful for every bit and every sort of help she's ever given or will ever give me), and then we someday go NC or LC, and she's hurt by having the plush and audio around as a reminder of how things were before. I could see her throwing it away in a fit, and then being so sad and begging for a new one by the next day. And I'd want to get her one. I don't know if that's right of me or not.

Like, the trauma has me Entirely overthinking this and I know it's ridiculous, you know? But still. Got the Build-A-Bear tab open on my phone bc the chocolate is at least partially to be shared, so that's Not Enough as a partial belated bday gift; and I'd like to hit another paycheck (or part of it, since the uni rarely puts the full fucking direct deposit in on scheduled payday lmao) before I try for the Bon Jovi figurine (and hope it isn't bought before that point.) So the plush is really the best choice, and I don't want to wait any longer to send anything out bc like. Her bday was at the beginning of March, this is fucking ridiculous of me and not how I like handling gifts at all, for anyone!!

Fingers crossed I just. Get the fucking recording done, get it ordered and have them send it out to her, and that'll be enough until I can get my hands on a figurine and/or order the chocolates and candies for her, her bf, and to share with the rest of the family.

[fleetwoodmacarthistory]

i didn’t think i’d have to make this post for a couple more years.

i’ve seen tons of posts and tweets about christine’s musicianship, her transcendent harmonies, her bluesy keyboard parts, her soulful yet unpretentious lyrics, the way that her presence in a mac song elevated it as a whole. which is great. she has always been underrated. but i wanted to talk about her kindness for a minute.

i became an fm fan in 2014, but 2017 was really the best year of my mac love. buckvie was announced, and i couldn’t believe that my favorite singer and my favorite guitarist were making and touring a WHOLE album. i saw buckvie 4 times. the first time, i had a terrible seat. but the other 3 times were up close and magical. 

anyone who knows me knows that christine has always been my favorite mac member. her voice, her presence, her beautiful little face grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. when i had the chance to see buckvie up close (i was right next to the stage thrice), i did everything i could to let her know how loved she was. i couldn’t help staring at her with heart eyes and loudly singing every word. i saw that a member of the crew had made rhinestone “christine fucking mcvie” shirts and made my own tshirt version and wore it to a show, just to make her smile (and she BEAMED). i adored her “i was perfect until i married john” joke and made a sign that said “christine you’re still perfekt to me” (this got another beaming grin from her). from the final show i attended, I waved as she came onstage and got a sweet smile and wave back. when she and lindsey did their whole “how long was christine gone” speech, i shouted “too long!” and she looked me dead in the eyes and said “you’re telling me”. it felt like she appreciated this love, the love that she didn’t always get as much of as stevie and lindsey in the past.

this kindness didn’t just extend to me though. when she signed buckvie vinyl to be sold at the merch table, she drew a little heart on every one. even when she was sick, she would ask fans records to be brought up to her room so she could personally sign them. when autograph hunters would wait outside the venue, she would sign stacks of records, even though these clearly weren’t fans. even when she was tired from the show, she’d roll down her car window and smile and wave at those of us waiting. she would come out onstage holding lindsey’s hand. during gyow, she’d jokingly swing a baseball bat at him, but always hugging him during the encore. and she didn’t miss a show unless she absolutely couldn’t - she would just drop songs that were too hard to play, still putting on a rocking show, determined to not disappoint anyone. 

as her lovely, transformative music is remembered, i just hope her kindness and generosity of spirit are also remembered. i hope she realized the enormity of what she meant to us all. and i hope she is at peace.

(p.s. during these buckvie shows, she always had a cocktail colored like a sunrise set out for her on a stool next to her piano. the perks of being a rockstar!)

[pbandjesse]

No word on the house yet. And I feel kind of sad over the prospect of not getting it. But also I do know that if we don't get it, it just means it wasn't the right one. I believe that. But I also am a little impatient and want to know now so I can feel secure either way. Either in the loss of it , or in moving forward with the next steps. It's crazy how quickly this has all been happening but also like. I'm trying not to make it my whole personality. So instead Ill focus on how much I hate day lights savings.

Because it messed me up so bad today!! I didn't sleep to bad but the air was dry and gave me a painful nose and throat. So when I woke up at 9 and was just dillerious and groggy I was just so confused at why I was having such a bad time. I got up to put some water in my nose before I laid back down for a bit. Which is when I saw a text from James that it was day lights savings. And everything made sense. I slept until essentially 1030am. Which means I slept for almost 11 hours. I hate day lights savings.

I would lay in bed for a few more minutes. Until I didn't feel so weird. Then I would get up and get dressed and felt alright.

I had toast for breakfast. From the fancy bread and it was very nice. I was a little frustrated when I knocked over a bottle in the fridge and it fell and hit the top of my foot and I was just overly sensitive today.

I was having a tough morning. I wanted to clean and purge and work on cleaning but I was overwhelmed by basically everything. I tried talking to James but they weren't answering me. And Jess was helping but I was still having a hard time.

I did shake the carpets out. And I worked on cleaning the frog tank a bit. But I really needed to get some fish to come in and help. That would be a goal for later.

I would start to focus on my desk. I was still overly upset and having a tough time but at least I had one thing to focus on. And it was going pretty well until I cut myself on a blade in my one drawer. So after crying for a minute and talking to James, who was finally answering me, I went back to trying to sort and get rid of trash. I did my best.

At 1130 I went and had some Mac and cheese for lunch. I realized how warm it was outside so I went to put a Tshirt on instead of the sweater I had been wearing.

And then it was time to go! My big outting! I was excited. Even if I was still not feeling my best. I was trying to be positive.

I did forget where I was going though and started driving to camp. Oops. Had to get off the highway and then turn around. Added 10 minutes to my drive. But that was fine.

I got to Irvine around 1230. And I was so thrilled. What a beautiful place. I'm shocked I've never been there. It's so nice! The woman at the gate was so nice. And then the girl at the desk was super nice and welcoming too. I chatted with her about working at camp and why I was there and she was so excited that I came. And that was my experience all day. People just really excited that I was there and that felt so nice.

The walk to their Native American site is about 15 minutes from the welcome center. And it was a really nice walk. I did get a little turned around but only a little bit. I got to see their averay where they had falcons and turkey vultures and it was neat to see them so close up. And the grounds itself was beautiful. The pollinator pasture was this giant idyllic meadow that I'm sure is wild to see when it's in full bloom in the spring. The native grasses were beautiful but when it's flowering I'm sure it's crazy.

And then I was at the site! It was so cool! They had a long house and two wigwams. And a bunch of different stations. And I felt super welcomed, with a staff member calling over to me to say hello.

I got to learn so much. Before Heather and Sofie came l I got to learn how to make a braid using a single piece of buckskin cord. Which I want to practice because it was so cool. I loved talking to all the staff and I even got to give out my business card and make connections.

Heather and Sofie came while I was sitting on the ground helping to take the fur off of a deer pelt. And we would go around to the other displays. We got to learn about basket making and foods. And we talked to everyone. About their program, about ours, about building out workshops and trying to get more adults out to different programs. Which I think would be an amazing way to get more people involved. Something I can for sure lead the charge on figure out programing for.

After going in all the structures and taking pictures and discussing what we could do to make our spaces better, Heather and Sophie headed out.

But I stayed. I got to process a piece of dogs bane and create some cordage. I had a lovely time talking to the staff. And I just had some lovely conversations with the people there. Including a really nice guy who works for gunpowder state park but he is leaving there to go be a tree doctor and when I saw him in the parking lot I wished him luck in his new job and he got a big smile. It was very sweet.

At the food display I got to try eating sumac. Not to be confused with poison sumac. It was fuzzy and pink and sour. I liked it! She said it could be used like a citrus and that is very neat. She was also just really sweet and we talked about creating natural dye and she would love to come out to camp sometime. I would love to have some of the Irvine staff come out for a professional feildtrip tour. I hope that we can bring them out.

My throat was starting to hurt really bad again and I had left my water in the car so I decided it was time to make the walk back.

And it was a nice walk. I stopped to sit at the gazebo while I caught my breath. My throat was really hurting me. But I would only be sitting for a few minutes. I stopped to see the birds again. And then went to the welcome center to use the bathroom and look at their displays there. I had another really nice talk to the girl at the desk. Thanked her for having me. And then headed out.

I was only a few minutes away from a Petco. My goal was to go find a new loach to try to deal with the snails. And then if I could find a joann's I would go get new yarn. And I was like wildly lucky that there was a Joanns literally next to the Petco. Amazing. I was very excited.

I ended up getting a different type of loach called a hillstream, or a butterfly, loach. I named it flapjack and I think he's so cute. I'm not sure he's going to get rid of the living snails but I think he's going to eat the eggs. Fingers crossed because I like him a lot he's like a little stingray and I love stingrays.

I would go and find my yarn next. The cashier was fascinated by my new flat fish. I got three skiens of yarn, on sale. And then I went home.

When I got back here I got my fish set up. I think he's going to do well. I hope. Introducing someone new is always hard. Omelet seems interested and also confused. But I'm not to worried. They should be community tank members.

I would cuddle up on the couch until James got home. I was happy to see them. They got right into cleaning. I would give myself until 530. And then I got up and continued to clean in the studio.

I did not get rid of as much as I wanted to but I'm making progress. My desk is much cleaner. I also went through ally thread and sewing stuff and it's so much neater and I'm really pleased.

I would work on my organizing for the next couple hours. James was doing laundry and making bread while they worked on their own organization. Helping me when things were to tall. I appreciate my tall husband. Love them so much.

Eventually James would make me veggie nuggets for dinner and I would go wash my hair. And that's where we are now. Just resting. James will go put the dough for their bread in the fridge soon. I hope it comes out good. It smells nice already.

Tomorrow we are going to a professional event at the art museum and I have my injections later on in the day. It always seems to sneak up on me. The months go so fast.

I hope I sleep well. I hope you do too. Sleep well everyone. Goodnight!

[vro0m]

I was tagged by @lewishamiltonstuff 👋 hiiii !

name: I go by vro0m around here

sign: cancer sun, taurus moon, sagittarius rising

time: 12:02

favorite band/artist: I don't have one, my only criteria in terms of music I listen to is "does it make me feel something". My most listened to artist on Spotify is Mac Miller though. By very very far. He's made me feel a lot I guess.

last movie: I watched half of Black Panther Wakanda Forever yesterday while working out but I actually just wanted to see that scene when she goes to the ancestral plane.

last show: Good Omens 2 when it came out then I rewatched all of Kaamelott.

when I created this blog: uhhh, 2020 I think?

what I post: nowadays I post about F1 more generally but there's still a Lewis priority. Also a loooot of daily life bs nobody cares about that you can filter by blocking #off topic

other blogs: none

do I get asks: a steady trickle

followers: 466

average hours of sleep: depends. 6-7 when I have a job or classes. 8-9 when I don't.

instruments: I tried violin for like 2 months when I was a child then got frustrated with the teacher bothering me regarding the way I was holding it even though I was getting the sound right anyway and I stopped.

what I'm wearing: Adidas shorts, a 30+yo staff tshirt from a local festival my dad got when he was working there at the time.

dream job: as someone said I don't dream of labor

dream trip: pretty much anywhere? I'd be happy to see anything I can see.

favorite song atm: Sour - Void Vision ; All my life – LP Giobbi, Sofi Tukker ; Banye - AKWAEKE

tagging whoever wants to do it, as always!

[comix64]

soda cans all the way

lollipops

bubblegum

stubborn

still soda cans

tie between grunge and tomboy cuz they both look alike but honestly i wouldnt wear anything coordinated

earbuds make me anxious cuz they fall out too much, headphones

movies

fresh air ( i may or may not have been influenced by a smell marker with this label actually smelling like shaving cream)

blackjack during break :P

cereal

"WH-816" (the unchangable name of my headphones, as i listen to them with a micro sd card in them)

lanyard

skittles?

fahrenheit 451

legs pushed out a little, slouching backwards, neck against chair

cheap blue ones with creaky left heel i got off amazon

rain :P

facing left, left hand near face, right hand closer to knees, legs tucked in

text files (i blame my 2nd grade teacher for not actually teaching me handwriting)

mario

my cool uncle

idk if this counts but whenever i yawn i invoulantarily [sic, dont ask] make an odd sound like a speak and spell stuttering

idk, diamond

nintendo 3ds photo album slideshow music

swim

generally frolic in snow, idk i live in a mostly warm place

New Computers - Girlfriends, The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala, I Want to be a Machine - The Living Tombstone, Bathwell in Clerkentime - The Real Tuesday Weld, Credits EX - Frums

deal with the bullshit and tell me im giving you bullshit

my desk, local library, MOTHERFUCKING IKEA BITCH!!!!!! IKEA ALL THE FUCKING WAY!!!!! THEY SAY GO TO YOUR HAPPY PLACE GUESS WHAT BITCH IM EATING MAC N CHEESE AND MEATBALLS AT IKEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the general outfit i wore for some weird day at my school - white tshirt, baggy pants (no seperating me n my baggy pants), fingerless gloves

just go watch a compilation of kevin parry n zach king

idk how to check, probably "ok" or "what" or sumthing

omega mart, you have no idea what's in store for youuuuu!

~11:30pm

i dont remember

suitcase

lemonade

lemon cake

pee on the ceiling of every room

jojo

pants, specifically cargo pants bits cuz nobody will ever suspect you put anything in those

hoodie

lavender?

scifi

you wont believe this… nothing

american (eagle screech)

apple

just keep swimming

the comment section of "Evil beat i been cooking up"

my music teacher is openly homophobic

VCR

typing

N/A

kiki koki

birthday powers

my pet rabbit dying, my parasitic need for attention, and my failing math grades

i can sound like stitch from lilo n stitch, i can sound like a speak n spell, and my teachers think i am smarter than the IT guy

idk something related to scout tf2 sorta

scott pilgrim but im not as shitty as scott pilgrim

the whole paragraph of mispronunciations of Denham's Dentrifice being pounded into Montag's ears in Fahrenheit 451

gooigi, luigi, young neil, sorry i cant keep a train of thought that long

the same five that describe me but sped up a bit

scratch.mit.edu

idk if this counts but there is what appears to be a symmetrical birth mark on my shoulders, on closer inspection one of them is a birth mark the other is from being stabbed with a pencil

dandelion

my deck of cards

dr pepper

there is an actual end of the internet. keep putting in URLS and it will tell you you've hit the end of your journey. then? well it'll save it to your hard drive for you of course! [i can give you the link]

lefty

pebble tile on pools. say goodbye to your toes

math

cinnamon toast crunch + orange juice

7

dont remember

whataburger fries

cactus

i dont drink/eat either but probably coffee

school id

never heard of em

arent fireflies and more violent sounding fireflies the same thing

pc can act as console. console cannot act as pc. pc obviously

drawing (that 2nd grade teacher i swear…)

radio

never heard of a polly pocket so barbie

mythology

cookies

overstaying my welcome

we'd all stop arguing about trivial things, and stop ruining our planet

jojo

passed a test because my handwriting worked like that card dr who has that looks like whatever the viewer wants it to

box

overhead

wallace wells, "ies-nes" (like "yes" mixed with "SNES"), comix, com, mixtape, im making up half of these :P

winter

safari

one of the defaults from KDE, the hexagon one

2, my mom's and 911

i dont know what it's called but one of my steam friends has a pfp of it and there's a template on Apple Keynotes that looks like a leather book and the stock images in there perfectly capture it (see below)

weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

[submariini]

Thee Antwerp Gig Overview (by #5)

me and @jeevm arrived around 7:50am at the gig, numbers 4 and 5 bc belgians simply are not a queuing people. not much happened beside chaotic uno and trix doing a short interview with us seven? i think at that point i forget

the bus arrived a little before ten am, and we were allowed to sit inside at that point so we just all went outside again and just stood there for a whole ass three hours being clowns.

jaakko, jukka and jesse walked by a few times entirely undisturbed bc belgians also do not talk ever. (and dutch ppl ig). respectful times.

eventually, at around one, Häärijä got off the bus (mostly as a distraction for K going the other way). This man came by like proper we thought he was gonna just walk by, but he waved and then decided to ignore everyone and beeline straight into my direction for a hug? hello? unsure how he still knows what i look like (was not in the yellow tshirt yet bc cold and he hasnt seen me since simerock).

K and Jesse came by as well -- please note at this point there were like goddamn 40 people there. Nothing like the Munich papal visit scenes at any point.

K just the nicest. Didn't remember me from simerock (fair, it was a factory of photographs) and was like wtf rollo (as per ushe), complimented my boots bc he likes them (they are r+ but usually kids sizes) and i got to be "mean" abt the r+ ticket sale and the bus making it stressful. When he asked it I wanted him to sign anything, I didn't have anything and he just offered to sign my boots? Man did not expect the clown to clown communication that was happening bc he seemed very oh god for real when I agreed.

Someone gave him a necklace and instantly wanted to put it on. The person who gave it couldn't fasten it bc nails/shaking hands so I offered to try and then idk how it got fastened bc christ I shook as well. Not helpful: Mikke both filming that and the boot signing up close 😭

Told Jesse he told me at simerock that I should just join the tour bus and he went "yeah that sounds like something I would say." then scolded me for not having been in Berlin for that 😭

H wandered back and forth a bit, had another weird football chat (rip hazards career) where I was sitting on a little wall, back to the bus still at that point, and he just leaned into me turning around and just held my shoulders the entire time? When I got sweaty and took my hoodie off later he also suddenly grabbed my tshirt when it was riding up I am Feeling Fine.

Was wearing the yellow tshirt w the cross stitch and he made me turn to show Jesse??? And Jesse did the nicest "wait can I touch this?" bc I guess he thought it would be fragile???

People formed a nice selfie line and K just said he's santa claus 🎅

H vanished, then came back out of the bus, and we had a weird mime moment bc I wasnt sure if he was motioning at me to get to him away from the rest. He was and I got fucking free merch??? Like free, not yet available merch. Genuinely what the FUCK. Im making an extra post abt this most likely bc I cannot explain what the hell happened in that moment and the things around it.

When Mikke did the interview w the first queuer, H just stood behind the glass door into the venue and started miming at us. Like not even properly in character? Help.

Gig

Jesus Belgian audiences proving once again we just Are like that. Refusing to goddamn shut up. Every time. Man disallowed to banter by loud belgian screaming. He seemed so touched though jesus christ time to cry

Got roasted for basically slut dropping and shooting my Häärijä sign up in the air before Mic Mac. "yes that mean fucking häärijä" local man fed up w my antics.

Got roasted AGAIN straight after Mic Mac because I was the person he pointed at during the "this is your home now" bit. (promptly decided diving behind the barrier and Face In Hands was the best reply)

Mild bit before the 2nd Cha Cha Cha as I was the front row person he called out for not sitting down. Just yelled that I got bad knees and I'm not sure anyone caught his reply properly 😂

Overall 10/10 excellent gig what the HELL. The belly flop on the balloon, the whole banter before paidaton bc so much of the queue ppl I was with took their shirt off, the way we refused to kept chanting, him trying to eat the bubbles, him talking about Hs dick and the whole balls convo??

Post Gig

Had to pick up merch for a few people, so went with the hope of a third Häärijä hug. He eventually got a bit held up outside of merch by people (lit at the door into the merch room) and I got to just "Sorry it's me again" but he just instantly hug. We talked a little about the gig (did I like it, how I was doing) and like K feeling much better/doing better ft. some dumb crap.

Merch was in fact gotten after I just LOST my friends bc of H.

CANNOT wait for London. and Glasgow but thats with normal people. Like met so many fun people in the queue who are going to be at London jesus christ. Party time.

[the-firebird69]

We might do more activities. Exhibition. Car show w it. Cook out and band. Different fields to promote get support donors. Cheerleaders wanted. Gaga signs up ok. Emily. Need car washes and more. Tshirts he says the black player shirt but T-shirt purple spacey good eye yes we do it. Football on it though yeh we see

We try it and online jerseys t's pullover bg does it good. Player jerseys. His number 72 you can order it out your name on it Hera uses familiar is only at 13 on she smiles ok you found it.haha tire me out lol. We move it's real ok

Mac daddy

Olympus

Whoah whoah shit

Lg

Haha welcome to the twilight zone

Dan

Good

Trump we signed on good gators sponsor banner on fence good idea certain level Mac loves it

Ok beer lol local one by bja he smiles good

Mac daddy

We pull it together ok all

Bja

Rings jerseys good

Mac daddy

Now ok

Tricia money makers

You hv BG do it he handles sales we ck the site it's great. Memorabilia similar. Uniforms we do great I feel better rads too high all said it he roasts us stuck

We help

Tricia he's strong ok. Ifted that 130lb dumbbell easy it's heavy lots can't they tried after lots

Oh boy

Mac daddy

We can it's hard he just hefted it not right now he's getting better

Ben

We use this fun stuff ok. Get out stuff on a pizza hmm pioneer but more football ish yes

Mac daddy

Good we CK .ore football ish good

Olympus

[gaydennisreynolds]

be hot do crime - season 1 episode 7 - charlie gets molested

Number of Shirts Worn By Dennis: 6

Total Number of Crimes Committed: 0! I double checked this time. Before watching I was certain that Charlie files a false police report but he actually helps the police catch the real criminals of the episode (the McPoyles). What a stand up citizen.

Best Shirt: This soft cute maroon tshirt. It makes him look so sweet and innocent. And his grip on that pool stick...well this is a public forum so I'll leave it at that.

Overall Episode Rating (on Hot/Crime metrics ONLY): 5/10. No crime, but our boy does look sexy.

CURRENT SERIES CRIME TALLY - CHARLIE (8), MAC (6), DEE (4), DENNIS (3)

All outfits worn by Dennis under the cut, organized by cuteness, with commentary added.

You guys know I notoriously have strong feelings about him wearing brown, but this tan color layered over the black actually suits him. And something about this screenshot makes him look...angelic?

he's smoking and wearing a soft black polo. literally what else is there to say. nothing else gets me hotter on EARTH then seeing sexy people smoke (its the lingering nicotine in my brain). i want to get to know him biblically. i'd eat that cigarette butt right now if god was willing

he made the maroon shirt worser with the addition of the jacket but it also reminds me of sam winchester's carhartt jacket so. i will allow it. this time

chest hair!!!!!!! however, LIGHT BLUE WITH PINSTRIPES? you've gotta be kitten me you know better than this man. look with your special eyes

why is he so soft rumpled baby in this screenshot. but also. tan with light blue that washes you out? baby you look like a twilight vampire. this isn't you