#might make a Chris

[chrisrin]

Tycoon is here, to steal your heart!

[writing-is-hard-af]

Helena and Ramon both acting like they know Chris best, like they know what's best for him, but not only consistently treating him like he's still a little kid that can't do things himself, also guilting him into agreeing with them on their decisions and opinions. Contrasted with Eddie respecting Chris's boundaries, his decisions, and his independence, and actually treating him like the teenager he is by actually communicating with him instead of talking at him. The way he so clearly learned from his parents' mistakes and decided he wouldn't be like them, because he knows how it felt to have them as parents. And how he got Chris out of their house the second he realized they really were doing the same things to Chris they were doing to him. Just. Something about breaking cycles of abuse and generational trauma and the way you either learn to not be or become your parents. And Eddie chose not to be like them because he loves Chris so much and can finally see that he deserved better too, that he couldn't let Chris go through that. Because that's his kid.

[exterminathan]

TMBG dump

[kari-go]

[traceyc-uk]

Pride week Prompt: Modern AU - its hard to hear “modern au” and not think of the Mooncalves 🥰 a doodle dump of some really early sketches (Sunan on guitar @itsame-domi, Chris on bass @diana-bluewolf and Nfy on drums)

Those cats references

[bisexualgarrusvakarian]

favourite mcu visuals 2/?

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

[sycamoretrees]

somehow i have amassed knowledge of several wrestlers' fragrance choices and i thought it might be interesting to other people in the venn diagram overlap of wrestling and perfume

El Desperado - Allure Homme Sport Eau Extrême by Chanel

Woody Aromatic/Aromatic Musk

Mandarin, cypress, musk, tonka bean

"Its intense and carnal character evokes a man on the move, someone unstoppable."

Fun fact: also worn by Justin McElroy.

Source: he showed the bottle on a livestream

Jay White - Stronger With You by Armani

Amber Fougere (reads like more of an Oriental to me and definitely didn't smell herbal or green but I guess the lavender/sage are in there)

Pink peppercorn, lavender, sage, chestnut, amber, vanilla

"... a confident elegance, with the easy nonchalance of youth."

(he could have been referring to one of the flankers of this EdT, I believe they're relatively similar)

Source: he mentioned it during an online signing session

Minoru Suzuki - Eau de Minthé by Diptyque

Aromatic Fougere

Patchouli, geranium, mint, rose oxide

He has also worn Bay Rum by C. O. Bigelow (bay leaf, citrus, spices)

Wtf is 'rose oxide'

Source: his instagram

Shota Umino - Snow Fairy by Lush

Gourmand

Cotton candy, cherry, vanilla, pear

Chris Charlton and Walker Stewart often talked on commentary about how good Shota Umino smelled when he'd walk past them, to quote Chris 'like Dr. Pepper'

Source: Chris Charlton

Chris Brookes: American Cream by Lush

Oriental Vanilla

Vanilla, milk, benzoin, lavender

for some reason the Lush website subtitles this 'awesome strawberry and vanilla' but if there's strawberry in there it is imperceptible

To me on the blotter this leaned heavily sweet plasticky vanilla with a suggestion of lavender, like if in 2003 they'd made a vanilla lavender-scented gel pen

Source: his twitter

apparently Kosei Fujita wears a Jo Malone fragrance but sadly I don't know which one* :( if you know of any other wrestler perfumes please tell me!

*taking this opportunity to give a PSA, while I have enjoyed other Jo Malone fragrances I sampled Nectarine Blossom and Honey and then spent a panicked ten minutes trying to find somewhere to throw the blotter paper away and wash my hands, to me it was the worst of coriander/cilantro plus a damp sports towel you left in a gym bag for three weeks, just awful. Others enjoy it apparently so ymmv but BE CAREFUL.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Ballroom dancing isn’t actually particularly queer coded in fact it plays more into tradition and has very clearly defined gendered roles associated with it - male leader - female - follower.

And that’s what’s interesting about it being the activity Eddie was signed up for by Helena, especially in relation to Eddie’s incoming queer arc. Eddie was forced to grow up too fast and to step into the role of ‘man of the house’ by Helena because Ramon was by all accounts an absent father - hero complex provides us with plenty of canon information about Eddie being pushed into a husband/father role at a very young age and being told to man up and not to cry etc - machismo in action.

Helena sending him to ballroom dancing classes is likely because it was a way of reinforcing those traditional gendered stereotypes held by wider society and particularly in Latinx culture that the Diaz’s are entrenched in.

It becomes an especially interesting choice if it’s something Helena did because as well as it reinforcing gender stereotypes, she could see that her son was queer and wanted a way of trying to push him towards girls/women - encouraging him into straightness by surrounding him with girls as generally classes are female dominated and away from activities that would have him surrounded by boys/men.

It’s not about ballroom dancing being queer it’s about trying to prevent him from being queer through the structure of ballroom dancing.

[boneskullravenriver]

Me: *scared of Chris pine's aggressively blue eyes as Jim*

Also me, watching Tos: "Goddamn DeForest Kelley had the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen"

[chrisrin]

was super inspired by onian's take on gemcyt!cleo (specifically the choice of a rainforest jasper)--so i tried my own hand at a design with it!

[doink-boink]

The mental illness took over and I created the Wild Kratts crew (and two of the villains) in PonyTown!!

[stucky-headcanon-bot]

🤬

[ironworked]

911 8a

The good part is that the door remains wide open, with a second episode making clear how unfinished this situation is; the bad part is that the building is on fire, so by the time they think to use said door it might not matter.

Because 8a didn't wrap storylines started in s7, it just trashed them in favor of... what, Brad? It's not that Brad had more (time, story) than Tommy, it's that it could be said he had more than Bobby! Remember Bobby, whom we saw in the tail end of s7 being rather depressed (possibly suicidal), resign, rescue his wife from a fire, and die for a few minutes? we started s8 with an implication that the 118 hadn't talked to him (in months?), and I guess that was a sign of how the next episodes would go.

Now there's Buck spiraling again (making his best impression of a Hallmark movie heroine for some reason), Eddie leaves the 118 because of Chris again, Hen and Karen pretty much disappear until their kids are threatened once more I guess, Maddie will get kidnapped again, and who knows if they'll remember Chim exists.

I think we all expected some repetition from the weewoo show by now, suspension of disbelief too. Some rushing through storylines for sure. But I certainly didn't expect it to be so joyless.

[fruchtfliege]

Welcome to Raeken Ranch 🐎

...kindly leave your whining out the door and bring some real goddamn boots to work!

Happy birthday Ari!!! I'm so excited for this idea of yours!! 🥰 So here's me begging for more via moodboard making :)) thank you for being such a great friend!!

[phoebehalliwell]

⋆ oh, heavens! ⋆ next gen as planets ⋆

CHRIS HALLIWELL is PLUTO

[struniolos]

wish you were sober! pt. 2

“save me 'til the party is over.”

chris sturniolo x fem! reader.

synopsis: when reader is overwhelmed at a party & finds herself in unlikely company. (no fame au.) this is the second part, you can find the first part here.

warnings: smut, literally pure filth. minors do not interact. also unprotected sex, don’t try this at home kids! don’t be silly wrap your willy!

the music in the background becomes a soft lull of bass, as your ears almost completely tune it out. you fully let yourself transport into another world. your lips move in tandem with chris’ as your hand snakes up his shirt to feel his warm skin, your fingers tangled in loops of his soft hair. he’s breathing heavier now, puffing hot air into your lungs. you breathe him in, sucking his tongue and moaning as you feel him snake a hand to your butt, gripping it hard.

you find yourself unable to possibly get any closer to him, wanting to jump out of your skin into his if it was possible. your cheeks are burning, the cool breeze wafting through the slightly cracked window not seeming to help. his hips start to slowly roll into you, both his hands now coming up to cup your cheeks as he kisses you deep.

“i want to taste you.” chris whispers into your mouth between kisses, your foreheads bumping together.

you feel your pussy throb at the thought of him devouring you, his head between your legs. you nod, biting your lips as you help him hoist you up onto the bench top, your back leaning against the mirror. his eyes were a darker blue than you remember, swirling with lust. chris pushes your skirt up, revealing your panties that constricted your soaked pussy. a wet patch lay at your folds, and you feel a flush of shame wash over your body, and you cover your face with your hands.

“don’t be embarrassed.” he tells you, “it’s actually kinda hot.”

“oh.” you grin, lowering your hands.

“can i?” he asks, running his palms up your thighs.

you nod. “please.”

chris pulls your panties down to your ankles, and pushes your legs apart softly. you feel so exposed, the air coming in contact with your sex making you shudder. he begins peppering kisses over your inner thighs and pelvis, everywhere but where you needed him. you squirm impatiently, and he raises an eyebrow.

“relax.” he says softly, as he runs a finger down your folds to collect your slick.

seemingly testing the waters, he flattens his hot tongue against your pussy, licking a long stripe. you throw your head back against the mirror, letting out a pathetic whimper. chris uses his thumbs to pry you open, nuzzling his nose to your clit as he begins his assault on your starved pussy.

he was encased in your legs, his arms looped under your thighs and coming around to hold your lower stomach. one hand began to rub your sensitive bud in slow circles while the other held you open for him to dive his tongue in and out of your opening. you swear you saw stars, as he tongue fucked you. he dipped it in and out, collecting your juices and muffling his moans. you were a mess, moaning and squirming in his arms. his hand on your lower belly held you in place, as his finger left your clit and sunk into your walls.

“oh god!” you yelp, your hand quickly gripping onto a tuft of his hair.

chris pushed your thighs up so that they pressed against your stomach, folding you in half. he pumped his finger in and out of your leaking hole as he nuzzles his face into your pussy. you whimper and cry as his pace is relentless, feeling your orgasm building up in your lower stomach. you were embarrassed at how quickly you were going to finish, but you couldn’t help it, the way he had managed to work you up in such little time amazed you.

“chris i’m- oh!” you cry, feeling yourself convulse around his fingers as he helps you ride out the wave of your orgasm. your legs quiver in his grip, as he gives your pussy one last lick, soaking up your wetness.

as chris lowers your legs back down gently, you meet eye to eye with him. he swallows as he catches his breath, his hair mussed and lips glossy and puffed. you pull him in for a deep kiss, not caring that you could taste yourself on his tongue. he tosses his shirt off in one swift movement, and you quickly do the same- only leaving you in a bra and your skirt. he palmed your breasts, his whole hand encasing each one as he squeezed. you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, unsure if you were able to possibly pull him any closer.

you begin to palm his crotch, feeling his rock hard heat, but he stops you.

“you don’t have to.” he tells you breathlessly, his hands swiping down your cheeks to rest on your neck, his thumps at your lips.

you kiss the pads of them, “i want to.”

his tongue wets his lips, a devilishly handsome smirk adoring his face. no other words were needed. you take his thumb into your mouth, letting it rest on your hot tongue as you suck it briefly before letting go with a pop. chris’ eyes are fixed on you, mesmerised. he wastes no time in assisting you to undo and pull down his shorts, both of your hands fumbling together desperately. his shorts pool at his ankles, his cock visibly strained in his boxers.

you bite your lip as you feel your mouth water at the sight of him. you have never been so turned on in your life. you swap places, so chris leans against the counter, his chest slightly flushed as well as his cheeks and the tips of his ears that are peaking from under his hair. he stares at you with lidded eyes as you kneel, in direct eyeline with his boxers.

quickly and albeit a little awkwardly, you pull his boxers down to his thighs to reveal his weeping cock. it slaps up against his lower stomach, and your eyes go wide. god, he was beautiful everywhere. hesitantly, you grab his cock in your hand, feeling the weight and warmth. your mouth kisses the tip as your eyes look up to lock with his. he hisses, the look in his darkened blue eyes nothing short of pleading.

you slowly sink your mouth down his shaft, try to swallow as much of him as you could. realising just how inexperienced you were, you grabbed with your hand whatever you couldn’t get to. you felt a strange pleasure in the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat as hot tears began to prick your eyes. he breathed out gruffly, his hand running through your hair to push it out of your face. there was nowhere to hide now.

you suck him up and down slowly but deeply, lingering at his tip once you’d get there. you use his precum and your saliva as lube, pistoning your mouth up and down his shaft. you try your best to nuzzle your nose at his lower stomach, swallowing him whole, but you only last a few seconds before having to pull yourself back. you cough, and he lets out a primal groan.

“fuck.” chris groans, throwing his head back. “that felt so good.”

you look up at him, batting your lashes. “you liked that?”

“yeah.” he smiled, running his pointer finger over your jaw and eventually coming to hold your chin. “is it okay if i guide you?”

“mhm.” you hum, grinning wide, knowing it means he wants to use you as a toy and fuck your throat.

wanting to please him, you take a deep breath and open your mouth wider and take as much of him as you can, feeling him hit the back of your throat. he grabs the sides of your head, guiding you up and down his length. his pace quickens, starting to thrust into your mouth as you gargle on your saliva, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you clench your inner thighs together, wetness gathering at your folds.

“fuck, i’m not going to last much longer.” he warns, as he pulls you off of him, saliva running down your chin and dripping to your chest. it was filthy.

“then fuck me already.” you growl, grinning wide and feeling a surge of confidence through your body.

he helps you to your feet, embracing you in a hot kiss full of teeth and tongue. he grabs your hips and hoists you up onto the counter once more, flicking your skirt up. his dick was rock hard, seeping with precum. you pressed your foreheads together, as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him in closer.

“i don’t have a condom.” he tells you, as you begin to kiss down his neck.

“i don’t care.” you whisper against bod hot skin, just wanting him inside you already. it pained you to think you had to wait a second longer. he nods, seemingly convinced enough- you imagined his mind was blurred with only thoughts of sex just as yours was.

it was all so out of character for you, so foreign- but it was as if he awoken something deep inside of you that you’d struggle to tame.

you uncoil your bra, freeing your breasts. chris dives down to kiss them, holding them together and bouncing them. you moaned, lolling your head back. he sucked on each, licking and biting your rock hard nipples.

“even better than i imagined.” he says, palming and squeezing them.

“you were thinking about my tits?” you laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“well, yeah.” he chuckled, shrugging.

chris began to line up with your entrance, pumping himself lazily. his eyes locked with yours, biting his swollen lips. “make sure you tell me if anything doesn’t feel good or whatever, okay?”

spoken like a true gentlemen. you laugh at his nonchalant nature. “i will.”

he begins to sink the tip into your tight walls, and you hiss at the pressure. he looks at you worriedly, but you shake your head.

“sorry, it’s um…been a while.” you confess shyly.

chris smiles, ducking his head. “me too.”

relief washes over you, feeling a little less like a loser. he continued to push into you, and the slight pain begins to fade away as pleasure takes over. you leaned your foreheads together, breathing heavily as you adjusted to his size. you could see his freckles now, lightly spattered over his nose and cheeks- you imagined they became more visible in the summer.

you begin to nod, urging him onwards. chris grand your waist gently, not too hard, using it as leverage as he began to thrust in and out of you at a leisurely pace.

your jaw falls slack at the feeling, a guttural moan escaping you. you snake your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as he continued to thrust into you. you felt like a snake constricting it prey before it killed it. something primal in you was emerging.

“fuck.” chris groaned, his head falling to your shoulder. “you’re so tight.”

his thrusts only became more harsh, his pace not increasing but the roughness. it felt so ridiculous good you thought you’d pass out. your hips snapped together, his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist as he began to grunt at each thrust. you were sure you could get off just from hearing the pretty noises he would make in your ear.

it was passionate, not too tough or greedy- he wasn’t only trying to chase his own pleasure. he began thumbing your clit, and you moaned into his mouth, kissing him deeply. he was inside of you so deep you could feel him in your belly, his balls slapping against you. without notice, he pulled out of you, and you almost cried at the loss of contact.

“i’m gonna turn y’round.” he whispers, giving you a firm kiss before spinning you around. you rested your weight on your forearms, and poked your butt out for him to admire. you could see in the foggy reflection of the mirror the way he was looking at you, and it made your pussy flutter.

you yelped in pleasure as he thrust back into you without warning, bottoming out. he moaned messily as he gripped your waist with one hand and palmed your ass with the other. he began thrusting into your harder now, moaning filthily as his mouth hung open.

“faster, please.” you begged, a crying, sweaty mess.

“okay, pretty girl.” he purred, as he began to pump into you harshly, his pace quickening. he pound into you, your walls tightening around him as you felt your orgasm building once more. he lifted you up so your back was to his chest, bodies flush. he snaked an arm around your neck to hold you in place. chris fucked into you mercilessly, as you whimpered and cried for him to go faster, faster as you watched him fuck you through the mirror.

it was hot and filthy, sweat beading at your forehead and a light sheen covering your body. he thrust into you so hard you could barely speak- all you could do was whimper and cry.

“you look so pretty when you make those noises for me.” he praised, thrusting deep inside of you.

“oh god! i’m coming- fuck!” you cried, as you collapsed back onto your forearms, beginning to see stars once more. white hot light flashed around you, as your body shook rapidly as your orgasm took over. chris fucked you through it, your sensitive walls convulsing around him. you could feel he was about to finish, too.

“fuck.” he groaned, as his hips began to jerk. he quickly pulled himself out of you, and you watched in the mirror as he pumped his come all over your back (and probably your skirt).

you felt the sticky hot liquid coat you, and you smiled in satisfaction. he crept over your body to kiss your sweaty cheek. “let me clean you up.”

chris grabbed a bundle of toilet paper and ran it under the tap briefly. he wiped his mess from your skin, as you were collapsed into a heap against the counter, completely satisfied. like you were a hungry animal that had been a fed.

“sorry i um…i tried.” he laughs, pointing to your back.

“it’s okay, i appreciate the effort.” you smile, turning around to give him a slow, sultry kiss.

you pull apart from each other, now face to face once more, still both completely naked (save your skirt). he looked at you so sweetly, like he hadn’t just done the most filthy, vile things to your body. his hair was a mess, his cheeks and chest still flushed and lips puffy. he wasn’t real, you were convinced.

you both got dressed in silence, the weight of the situation starting to come into affect. you couldn’t believe what you’d done, it was so not like you- to not only hook up with someone at a party but someone like chris sturniolo? it was insane. at highschool you never would’ve thought you’d have a chance with him.

“so um, what now?” chris said, snapping you out of your daydream.

you looked over at him, his singlet sticking to his body and muscles taught and sweaty.

“i guess we go down stairs and act like nothing happened.” you shrug, saddened by the thought but knowing it was what would usually happen in these situations.

“or, we could go somewhere else?” chris suggested, zipping his shorts back up.

your heart fluttered, and you swore you felt it skip two beats. “somewhere else?”

he nods, grabbing your hand. “you could come back to my house, matt wouldn’t mind. the van has plenty of room.”

“okay.” you smile giddily. you couldn’t believe this was happening, there was no way this beautiful man wanted to spend more time with you.

chris tucks a hair behind your ear. “what d’you say?”

“why not.” you shrug, trying to act nonchalant as you thread your fingers through his to hold onto his hand tighter.

you and chris quickly make your way down the stairs, hand in hand, as he drags you through the thick crowd of drunk and high twenty-somethings, the music so loud you could feel it in your throat. never had you felt so alive.