#mark normand

[redtwin]

Jeepers Creepers.

[mostlynatur3]

[lmmfao-hahaha]

[godzillabanzai]

Comedians with cigars

[apple-mash-blog]

Mark Normand | Out to Lunch | Comedy Special ~ 800 Pound Gorilla

comedy

[aintsexyandiknowit]

this picture gives me a strong sense of dejavu and i dont.know why

Mark Normand

[atomiclena]

At this point I’m just spamming my favourite photos of these wonderful men so I can smile when I visit my own profile.

[lmmfao-hahaha]

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[itsnothingbutluck]

A lack of comfort doesn't keep Mark Normand awake at night; it's his horrible non-stop anxiety brain that won't let him sleep.

[my-sugar-walls]

I think he's hot. And hilarious, of course.

Kevin hart????

[iwrotemrtambourineman]

1910s dash sim

🦇 vampgrrl

theda bara needs to stop luring men to their ruin and needs to start luring me to my ruin

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#id risk it all for you babe i wouldnt even try to make you less evil #rip to that guy who killed himself but im built different

👮‍♀️ keyst0nek0p follow

guys i know that yall think buster is such a great new addition to Fatty’s troupe and cant stop talking about how hot he is, but we need to acknowledge how hes like totally a nepo baby. like joe keaton was doing table acts in medicine shows and thats literally how buster got his start…

🗿 thegreatstoneface

“buster keaton was a nepo baby” like his parents were flops and the only reason they had any success was because baby buster was getting thrown into the scenery 🙄

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#like if anything its a case of reverse nepotism #this is a joe keaton hate account btw

🎥 tworeeler follow

maybe there never was any rms titanic. like did you ever see it?

⚾️ shoeless-joe

So I know all you kids are joking around but no, you’re not allowed to make jokes about this. No.

🎥 tworeeler follow

girl dont you ship baseball players

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🕶️ anonymous asked:

actually your alcoholic proclivities make you fit neither to live nor to live with stop ruining your life and put the bottle down you stupid wino

🦇vampgrrl answered: is this cause i reblogged those coup glasses?? get out of my inbox you flying squadron freak

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# there are literally people dying of trench foot like get a real cause… #alcohol mention //

🤠 littletramp

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#the model t is going to be so bad #i know so many engineer bros are sucking fords dick but mark my words #truly this is Halifax explosion/coughing baby to me and the model t is my Halifax explosion

🐈‍⬛ krazykatoftheday

1916-05-07

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🪆thedoll1919

“busters/charlies/harolds soo hot and funny” outta my way gayboy im going to go french mabel normand

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⚾️ shoeless-joe

do you think they ever explored each other’s bodies?

[melanieph321]

Can you please write more of Robin Le Normand fluff,smut anything that man is not appreciated enough🥲

Of course, love ❤️

Robin Le Normand x Reader - Break Up Sex

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It's so nasty 🤭

When Reader and Robin go through an ugly break up, that can only end in one way.

Enjoy!

"How long have you felt this way?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for how long have you thought about breaking up?"

He had changed. Both you and Robin had changed during your years together. And when he finally got pick up to play with Real Sociedad's first team, that's when the two of you really grew apart.

"I cheated on you, Robin. Isn't that a good enough reason for us to break up?"

It wasn't your proudest moment, and in your defense, you were drunk and sad on your birthday. Your birthday, which Robin forgot. Hooking up with his teammate was the biggest mistake of your life. However, owning up to it was the right thing to do.

"You made a mistake, Y/N. There's no reason why we should...."

"But you don't want me, Robin!"

The room fell silent. Robin sat before you in a chair while you were on the bed, arms wrapped around your legs. He seemed to think carefully about what to say next, not wanting to lose control. But for once, why couldn't he just lose control?

"You don't want me, Robin. At least not like you wanted me before."

"I'm not sure. I know what you mean?"

"Sex Robin. We don't fuck anymore."

His eyes widened, a slight blush to his cheeks.

"And somedays go by without you kissing me. Do you know how that makes me feel not to be touched? It makes me feel disgusting and unwanted. You make me feel disgusting and unwanted, Robin. "

"So you cheated on me?" He stood. Robin stood but did not seem to know where exactly to go.

"Yes, I cheated on you. It was a mistake, but..."

"With who?" He stood back regarding you like the despicable human being that you were.

"What does it matter, Robin? What's done is done. "

"You told me that it was with one of my teammates. But with whom exactly?"

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me. TELL ME WHO!"

You flinched, the motion rattling the mattress below you. "Robin." You rose to your feet approaching him slowly.

"Stay back." He shook his head. "Stay the fuck away from me!"

It was inevitable. Through the highs of falling in love to the lows of falling out of it, your relationship had at one point turned toxic. As toxic as it could be when there was no pleasure involved.

"I'll get my things." You said and made your way out of the room. However, Robin lunged towards you, grabbing your wrist, forcing you to face him.

"Robin." You gasped. The desperation, it was very uncharacteristic of him. Same thing for the tears in his eyes.

"Was he better than me?" His hand trembled holding onto your wrist.

"What?"

"Don't act stupid. Ander, was he better than me in bed? Is that what this is about?"

"Y...you knew?"

"That you fucked that idiot, of course. How could you expect a guy like to keep his mouth shut. He is a disgrace of a player and even more so of a man. But perhaps that's what turns you on these days."

It was a valid reaction to slap him. There was no doubt that Robin saw it coming as he squinted his eyes with the impact, the impact that left a mark on his right cheek. You went for a second round. However, Robin was quick and caught you in the motion, pinning your hands above your head, backing you up against the wall.

"I hate you." You hissed.

"No, you don't. You love me, which makes it even harder for you to let me go."

"Robin, let me go."

He shook his head. "I can't. I love you."

You fought him, and he fought to keep you pinned against the wall, arms above your head, his leg between your thighs.

"Robin." You whispered. "Let. Me. Go."

His lowered his head to the crook of your neck, his lips against the lobe of your ear. "No. I want to fuck you."

You sighed. Robin's knee edged closer between your legs, up your naked thighs.

"I want to fuck you. Hard and fast."

"Robin...please." You were begging him to let you go. To let you leave and move on. But at the same time, his voice, his touch...it's all you ever wanted.

His breath was hot against your skin and your face. When he pressed his lips against yours, it felt like the stars in the sky had plunged right through you, allowing you to feel the greatest force of nature, gravity, to edge you closer to him. To Robin and the way his hand had slid down your stomach and up your skirt.

"God, Robin."

"You like that don't you?"

"Yes."

You were in a dase. Robin's fingers traced along the lace of your panties, his knuckles knocking against your folds.

"You're wet." He pulled back, lips plump from kissing. "You're already wet for me."

You wanted to tell him to wipe that fucking grin off his face, however, all you could do was nod you head. With the heavy pulse between your legs all you wanted was for him to touch you, anywhere, anyhow.

"Can I use two fingers?"

"Stop asking for permission and fuck me already."

He chuckled, voice rough and seductive. Nevertheless, he did as you pleased, inserting two fingers where it ached the most.

"Fuck." You eyes squinted with the seamless sensation. You had to grab onto his shoulders not to lose your footing as his fingers edged deeper inside of you.

"Don't be shy, baby, tell me how much you need this."

"I need this." You cried.

"Louder, I can't hear you."

"I need this, Robin! Please...I need you."

It stopped. With abrut motion, all movement inside you stopped.

"You need me?" His gaze was narrow, staring you down as if he demanded your answer.

You nodded your head. "One last time. I need you, I need—"

He kissed you. He kissed you breathlessly, knocking your head back against the wall. His tongue moved eagerly inside of you as his fingers slipped out of you, leaving a missing feeling. However, not for too long as Robin moved you over to the edge of the bed, bending you over in a way that offered you to him.

He made you spread your legs and praised your compliance by taking himself out of his pants, rubbing his tip down your folds.

"Robin, please." The teasing, it was also uncharacteristic. It was vengeful, a punishment.

"One last time baby. You'll have me one last time."

It was break up sex for the books. A memory that might get you wet just thinking back to it. Robin was merciless, pushing himself inside of you like an animal in heat. He held you pinned by the hips so that every backshot felt just like that, a shot, sending shivers down your spine. He grunted with every thrust, cursing your name and the man he believed to have stolen your heart. However, it was impossible. No matter how high and how low your relationship got, the love you had for each other was real, perhaps the realeset it had ever been.

As the grunting stopped, Robin pulled himself out of you just before erupting. The two of you then fell back on the bed, reaching to hold each other if only for one more night. It was a moment true but sad. It was true love. True love at its breaking point.