#my momma didn’t raise no quitter

[urfavblackbimbo]

Y’all I got these pictures from Pinterest (but I need to thirst about this black king really quick)

Lawd help me jesus, 🥵 if you are listening to me right now please send me a man that looks like him please. Y'all for the past two days straight I have been watching rebel ridge I can't get this man out of my head like I was at the gym today and none of these niggas look like Terrence James Richmond.....FUCKKK MY LIFEE 😭I am down for this man and I know in my heart, mind, body and soul that his dick is big 🧎🏿‍♀️🧎🏿‍♀️just everything about him is big 👀👀 and he has to be the finest nigga on this earth to walk today. I would put his ass down, purrr😈 I wanna bite his ears and lastly I need him in a love story with a black woman and he needs to a eater 👅 and hunching on our sista’s🙏🏿.

[urfavblackbimbo]

I wanna bite in his ears while he’s in me 🤤🤤🤰🏿

AARON PIERRE: SAG-AFTRA Interview (2024)

[devilfic]

Coming out of my months long hibernation to two new chapters of RPRT, I love how pathetic but still determined you write Bruce 🫶🏽

listen….. LISTEN…… you try self-isolating for two years with almost catholic levels of survivor’s guilt and be normal about getting back into the dating scene

[brownbearwrites]

I cocoon 'round your shoulders

mike schmidt x reader. no use of y/n, gender-neutral reader. read it on ao3 here.

mike loves to show you how appreciative he is of you. sometimes it's hard to do so without being interrupted. this is just something really sweet (and slightly suggestive) that I haven't been able to get out of my brain for the past few days.

The sun is slowly setting as you’re finishing up doing the dishes, washing away the final few soapy suds from a plate. Behind you, you hear Mike’s familiar soft footsteps enter the room, halting just behind where you’re standing in front of the sink. His arms wrap around your waist, his head resting in the crook of your neck.

“She’s asleep,” he mumbles.

You hum as you discard your dishwashing gloves in the sink, “she didn’t put up much of a fight today”.

“Well, the two of you did spend all day running around the house like madmen, so I’m not surprised that you managed to tire her out,” Mike jokes.

“Well, she did challenge me to a race, Mike. What was I supposed to do, just give up? You know, my momma didn’t raise a quitter,” you quip, brushing away a stray fleck of bubbles that had landed on your arm.

Mike chuckles, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “You’re good with her,” he says, his voice tender and deliciously deep.

“As are you,” you reply, turning around in his arms to face him, the kitchen counter digging into your lower back as you press a kiss to his lips.

Mike smiles against your lips, one of his hands reaching up to cradle your face. His thumb caresses the gentle swell of your cheek. You wind your arms around his neck, holding him close. You peer into his eyes, a wave of fondness washing over you. You kiss him again, feeling his stubble against your chin.

Mike deepens the kiss, his lips growing hungry against yours. His hand leaves its spot on your waist, brushing against the cool metal of the sink before coming to a rest on your ass. You let out an appreciative hum against his lips as his large hand caresses you.

You're just about to suggest taking things to the bedroom when, down the hallway, you both hear the telltale sound of Abby's bedroom door creaking open. You and Mike jump apart, both of your faces flushed as you fake normalcy. You reach back to the dishwashing gloves just as Abby steps into the kitchen, the damp rubber squeaking in your grip as you give her a smile.

The tired-eyed girl thankfully doesn't seem to notice the weird energy in the room, instead just yawning as she reaches for one of the freshly cleaned glasses on the kitchen counter.

“Got thirsty,” she mumbles as you grab the glass from Abby's hands, filling it up with water for her. You hand it back to her, watching her take several big gulps before setting the glass back onto the counter.

You glance back over at Mike, suppressing a smile at how pink his cheeks have grown. You put down the gloves once more, reaching down to softly ruffle Abby's hair.

“Alright,” you tell her, “let's get you back into bed”.

Your heart fills with warmth at the tenderness and domesticity of the moment, walking Abby back into her room before tucking her in and wishing her a good night. And that feeling of warmth only intensifies when you enter the kitchen again, knowing that Mike is more than eager to show you his appreciation.

[itemized-osc]

Progress Update 2: New Cast!

Wow, it’s been a long time… Making an object show is harder than it looks. Anyway… NEW CHARACTERS! (and, unfortunately, some characters got axed.)

‼️ PLEASE REBLOG I WANT PEOPLE TO ACTUALLY SEE THIS /silly /gen ‼️

CLICK THE READ MORE FOR MORE NEWS!!

As for the reasoning for their removal… some characters were just kinda boring. For example, my poker chip character from the first post. I hadn’t even given him a name, let alone a personality. I was just creating characters out of objects i thought would look cool, which was never the way to go. However, by focusing on character personalities, i ended up with even more characters than i started with — 16 to 22 — which is a huge increase! But I think i speak for everyone when I say that these guys are infinitely more interesting!

There was also a really huge art style shift! I really like warm, earthy colors, and not that the colors I chose originally were bad, but I felt a bit bored by them. Every time I saw someone reblog it, I thought, I could do better! in my head every time. So I did! Hope you guys are as happy with the result as I am.

As for writing! The script for episode 1 is almost-nearly-practically done. Just working out a few kinks and it’ll be shipped off to my beta reader! That is all.

Now, to the main course of this news drop! You guys decided on Itemized being a comic, so I… did not do that. Why go back on my promise? It’s easy — I know nothing about comic creation! I really had no idea what I was doing. I was stumbling about, working myself even harder learning about panel layout, establishing shots and dynamic posing than if I had started animating it from the beginning, thus the radio silence. I could’ve just delivered a slightly-more-mediocre-version-of-Itemized, but my momma didn’t raise a quitter! Itemized will be a webshow.

The characters’ info and names will all be revealed later in the next Progress Update/News Drop! Stay tuned, folks; it’s gonna be a long ride… Buh-bye for now!

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Im watching rebel ridge right now and I had to rewind so many times cause of his sexy ass 🥰🥰and the grunts (moans) I’ve been twisting and turning in my bed and terry richmond that fuckin fine ass nigga the way that he is sooo big I know in my soul that his dick is big my coochie is wet for him 💦and I am down bad for this man I just sense a nasty nigga in him I can’t shake it 🫠and him riding that bike with big ass arms I want him to pick me up and fuck me🥵🥵🥵

aaron pierre ✶✶

[chosoluv]

Shameless

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the cute boy in your art history class has a staring problem

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jean kirstein x gn!reader

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Content warnings - a college au written by someone who has NOT attended a college, mild swearing

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Why were you even here? You had asked yourself that question as soon as you stepped into this this stuffy lecture room, where your intro to art history class was being held.

Its a twelve week long course over the duration of your summer break. Whilst your friends were spending their days on vacation in places like Rome, you were spending your time here.

‘But my friends won’t finish their degree as fast as I am.’

That’s what you told yourself at least. Rational for someone regretting their past choices.

But hey, it’s one more class off the checklist of requirements for your major. Plus, from what you have been told by your upperclassmen, the class was quite easy, and the professor was a nice guy. So really, maybe it’s not all bad.

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What those upperclassmen failed to mention was that the professor was boring as hell. Sure, he’s nice and all that. But being pleasant doesn’t keep you interested.

When your fate had really started to settle in. You’d hoped that in the coming days you are able to atleast claim a seat by the window.

Maybe you can pick up a hobby like bird watching.

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The class was no doubt held in a room predating your grandparents. A fact that would most definitely annoy you in any other setting, actually brought you immense joy. The age of this particular room and the size of this particular class allowed for there to be a warm window seat open to your satisfaction. One of the few pleasures you enjoy in this oh so cruel world.

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You were basking in the afternoon sun, when suddenly there was something that actually caught your interest in this godforsaken class. Actually, “someone” might be the better phrase to use. This someone wasn’t present in the previous lecture you had attended, and you would know, it would be hard to miss him.

He was tall, had a brunette mullet, and hints of a beard growing on his face. He was utterly gorgeous, anyone attracted to men would undoubtedly consider him their type. Though sadly, he sat in the row behind you, making it almost impossible to shamelessly ogle at him.

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A window seat was open once again when you had arrived to class this afternoon. The sun was high in the sky, beaming through the windows. A very pleasant occurrence indeed. With the sun on you, maybe today you could daydream about enjoying your days in Bali.

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Your professor always posted the lesson for the day after each lecture, a kind gesture for anyone who wasn’t able to attend the class that day. But really this only encouraged people to skip out on the class altogether. You would’ve also been apart of this group if not for the development during your last class.

Sadly, once again, he had sat in the row behind you. Making it physically impossible for you to shamelessly stare.

But today you could say you were more brave, around ten minutes into the lecture you decided you would take a quick glance behind your shoulder, hoping you could save the memory of his face for the rest of the duration of this class.

However, when you did that, not only did you notice his beautiful face, but you also noticed him staring at you. Not only that, when you caught his gaze he didn’t even look away, it seemed like he stared even harder after.

Huh?

Maybe he was challenging you to a staring contest.

Well poor him, he’s not getting one. You sure as hell weren’t going to crane your neck to stare at him.

That’s what you would’ve said it you were a quitter, and momma didn’t raise no quitter.

So you, quite childishly might I add, turned around and and stared straight into his eyes. You even squinted to appear as intimidating as possible.

And you want to know what this asshole did right after?? He had the audacity to smile at you before turning his attention back to your professor. The gull this guy had. He challenged YOU to a staring contest, before immediately quitting when you accepted his challenge.

Oh how much you hate his pretty little face now.

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The next time you came to class there was something odd on the window seat you had claimed as yours. A drawing of you with a number scribbled on the back and a signature from someone named “Jean kirstein”. A name which you hope belongs to the cute boy in your art history class.

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A/n - sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes, it’s proofread but something could’ve slipped through the cracks idk. Also I’m not too sure if I’m completely happy with this stories ending, so I might add a part two in the future, especially if y’all end up liking it!

Thank you for reading <3

Masterlist

[bubblin-trouble]

HIIII LEONA HIIIII EHEHEHEHEHEE (<- me every time I open this game)

I’m normal I swear 😓🙏

I was crying for like 15 minutes the other day because my data didn’t save from my old phone that I lost on an island and I had to start all the way over

But momma ain’t raise no quitter 🗣️‼️

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

My momma didn’t raise a quitter but she sure as fuck did raise an autist

[urfavblackbimbo]

You wanna know what would make me feel better….fuckin this man 💦💦💦💦

Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond in Rebel Ridge

[dna-d2]

TOTK Spoilers

So I beat Tears of the Kingdom and that final fight did not go how I expected for reasons I barely comprehend.

Again, Spoilers, obviously

So I’m down in the chasm, just got past that one cutscene where the Sages show up and I’m about to fight Ganon. I’ve got like seven sunny dishes and a whole lot of full restoring meals and I think I’m ready, I’ve got like 17 hearts, 2 stamina wheels, fully upgraded armor, and a bunch of decently strong weapons, AND the Hylian Shield. I got this, or at least I can gauge what I need to do for the next attempt.

I went into the second phase with no more sunny dishes, and all but 7 of those hearts have been lost to gloom

So second phase begins and the sages come in, and by the end of it I’ve died like twice, and thank HYLIA for fairies and the fact that I brought 5 of them with me. It went fine, I guess, I actually forgot there was a second phase it was so normal, BUT THEN

THEN THE THIRD PHASE

And Ganondorf pulls out what I think is one of those health bars that signifies you’re supposed to lose this fight because EXCUSE THE ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCK OUT OF ME IT KEPT GOING??????

And I’m fighting, thinking “Okay okay I know I’m probably not supposed to win this” but I’m trying anyway because goddammit my dad might have raised an asthmatic, but my momma did NOT raise a quitter!!!

AND THEN MY LOST GLOOM HEARTS ALSO STARTED DISAPPEARING and I’m just like “HEY HOLD ON AM I GETTING THOSE BACK WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS I WORKED HARD FOR THOSE” and all the other sages seem to have been knocked the hell out and I’m just desperately blocking for the first time in the entire game and taking pot-shots when I can when he gets down below half and I’M STILL ALIVE????

And that’s when I realize SHIT I THINK I’M SUPPOSED TO WIN THIS FUCK FUCK FUCK

I have like 5 hearts left overall and that’s just because of the last two fairies giving four back when I get revived and NOW I’M OUT OF FAIRIES AND HAVE LIKE A QUARTER HEART LEFT, MAYBE HALF and I’M FUCKING STRUGGLE-BUSSING

He’s down to like a tick and I decide FUCK IT and just jump in and start slashing like I got 3 max hearts left and NOTHING TO LOSE

AND I WON?????

I didn’t even feel happy or excited or anything because I was just sitting there confused, like how the hell did I do that??? How the fuck am I still alive??? And what the fuck-HOLY FUCK HE’S TURNING INTO A DRAGON SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-

And after that it was actually pretty easy. Got all my hearts back, jumped off a dragon a few times, used my fall-damage-proof wingsuit, shit went great.

Overall, great game, loved it, but I’m still in a state of shock that I managed to beat that boss fight ON THE FIRST TRY???????????

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Edit: Quick sketch of a moment taken 5 seconds after/before disaster(s)

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Not pictured: Ganondorf in the background sticking his entire goddamn fist down his throat

(Like bro you did NOT need to do that what the actual Shit)

[chickensarentcheap]

Slightly NSFW lol

Esme (on her podcast): “It took me until I was almost thirty to have the kind of sex that everyone brags about. You know, where your toes are curling and you’re back is arching off the bed and you’re practically speaking in tongues and passing out.”

LOL

She’s so honest.

Esme: “You know how some guys are really cocky before you fuck for the first time and they’re like ‘I will make you forget everyone else that came before me’ and then you’re left just so damn disappointed?  Well, my husband said it and MEANT it’.”

Esme: “Have you ever been dicked down so good that you have to check your pulse afterwards and make sure you’re still alive? Because I have.”

Esme: “have you ever been scared of a penis? The first time you saw it? Because I was terrified the first time my eventual husband dropped his pants.  I didn’t think it would fit. Or he’d break me in half. But let me tell you, momma didn’t raise a wimp or a quitter.”

She’s nothing if not honest.  Poor Tyler lol.   

@tragiclyhip @munstysmind @muchadoaboutcj @secretaryunpaid @youflickedtooharddamnit @karimac @mrsmungus @ninjasawakenedmystar 

[ask-will-and-nico]

"Will... Just leave." He muttered. "I know you love me, but... Just make things easier on yourself, and find someone better, would you?" Nico was shocked at the words coming out of his mouth, even if he believed them wholeheartedly. Will was shocked, too. "... Baby. Honey. Sweetie. I'm not leavin' you for anything, alright? I love you, and that's never gonna change. Sure, my life may be a little easier, but it'd be so, so empty without you. You're my reason to keep going, to keep hope alive. I do it for you. 'Sides, momma didn't raise a quitter."

Nico gave a little snort at that. Will wasn’t sure what was going on, if Nico was spiraling or if there was something else going on, but he had a little bit of an idea. Will slid off the bed, going over to one of Nico’s dressers. He found Nico’s heavy headphones, bringing them back over. Sometimes Nico could get auditory overstimulation, which Will got. He really did, but whereas Will could take out his hearing aids and the world would be quieter, Nico didn’t have that. “Are your thoughts being too loud?” Will asked. Nico was rubbing his thumb over his knuckles repeatedly, which was a nervous gesture of his. Nico nodded, and Will kissed his forehead, putting the headphones on Nico’s ears. Will had snuck an iPod into camp several years ago, and got away with keeping it under the guise that it helped him focus better during surgery. He plugged Nico’s headphones into the iPod and turned on his calming playlist. Nico was still frowning a little bit, rocking back and forth. Nico was biting his lip, and Will figured he was delving into a full blown panic attack at this point.

[chthonicbeloved]

dirty monster starters "I'm not sure if it's gonna fit, but my momma didn't raise no quitter." tim&wyatt

      “of that i have no doubt.” wyatt said as he looked up at tim perfectly content to let him take the lead when it came to how quick they went. his hands slid up and down his thighs as he looked up at him with a cock of his head. “don’t gotta put it all in at once baby. don’t wanna hurt ya.” he said as he licked his lips looking up at him. “got plenty of time to fill you all the way up with my cock.” his thumb rubbed over his thigh as he grinned slightly. “besides the work on getting it to fit would probably be plenty of fun for the both of us.” he added with a snicker leaning up and kissing him softly tongue sliding over his lips.

@arcaneloved​

[empressarcana]

Hope you're doing good, babe ❤️

Hey Anon, thank you for this check in. 💗 I’ve actually been going through a lot on a personal level with my home situation, godmother in the hospital for over a month, and a lot of other things��� but gotta keep going! Gotta keep moving forward. Momma didn’t raise a quitter. 💪

I hope you’re doing okay! I’m sending feel good vibes your way because there can never be enough feel good vibes. 💗

[blackgirllovesdramas]

Fahlanruk (2022, Thai BL Drama)

Fahlan is the hot tennis player and economics student. Sherbet is the sexy tortured musican and architecture student. (Something about that college or architecture) it was lust at first sight that led to sex, to a friends with beneifits situation for the two ultimate players at the university. Since both are so anti dating one person, trust issues ENSUE! Sherbet has a close friend Prince who is pushing Sher to overcome his issues. This close relationship causes a lot of misunderstandings from Fah and from the true love of Prince’s life, Gear. Ping and Tap are Fahlan close friends. They try to help Fahlan in his relationship with Sher and their own love story blooms. There are a lot of moving parts to this.

Look, I consume content because I like it, but this one was hard to get through. The main two leads are not so unlikeable characters I was so put off. Sher is always lashing out in a physically violent way that was in no way germane to the story or plot. Get mad hit, get sad hit. Followed by a lot of drinking. All these kids need therapy and a detox center because Jesus! I mean I partied with the best of em college but it was a wonder they ever made it to class. Fah and Sher’s issues all come from a lack of communication, so much so it was at times painful to watch. Same with Ping and Tap, just open your mouth and talk damn it! Prince and Gear are so cute, I wish there would have been more time to explore their story. Tar was so sad looking after Pink! Also I like Pink’s portrayal in the series, she is such a good wingwoman!

The writers never knew what they wanted to convey unless they were just looking for an uhinged university sex story, that’s what we got. Moments to build on characters and backstories were squandered. All around let down, but one thing my momma didn’t do was raise a quitter, so I finished the story. I will probably not revisit this anytime soon, not even for Pink. 2/10.

Watch at your own risk. Cute cast tho! Music slaps, it is in the rotation.