#professional boy kisser

[ghostie-selfships]

I should be able to get money for kissing boys. If I could make kissing boys very sweetly a career I would never miss a day.

(Unless I was sick, I don't want to get them sick. 🥺)

[cassius-is-confined]

Smooch

Your honor they're in love!

[darlingfella]

I’m smoking so much whimsy today, absolutely blasted on yearning.

[asraindarkness]

leaked footage of me rewatching 911 knowing damn well evan buckley is a boy kisser whenever he’s on screen:

[treesofgreen]

Con has played 3 characters who've twisted a guy's balls.

I feel like this is 2 more characters than any other actor but I could be wrong. Are there other contenders for ball twister champion?

[222col]

Can we get a fic about womanizer Art who's a very famous tennis player and never committed to any woman before even though girls are throwing themselves at him and who doesn't sleep with the same girl twice until he meets y/n ( a maneater) and the sex is something that Art has never experienced before to the point he becomes obsessed with her, she's all what he thinks about and refuses to sleep with another girl and he's determined to make her his no matter what

uhhh yes of course 🧎🏻‍♀️

art donaldson. the man who's only lost two games is entire professional career, he's one of the most, if not the most, successful tennis players in history. he's out most weekends, celebrating another win, another trophy to add to the cabinet. taking a new girl home with him every night, they all fall to his feet like putty. he thinks it's pathetic, but hey, it gets him laid. he's been single during his adult career, too busy fucking random girls and focusing on his tennis to bother committing, not that he would want to anyhow. he never sleeps with the same girl twice, he did that once, some seven years ago. he couldn't stand the way she'd text him constantly afterwards.

he's just won another trophy hitting up the local club with his friends. patrick joins up with him, later in the night. "congrats donaldson, sorry i'm late man, we all bar crawled our way here." art surveys the people patrick has brought with him. you're laughing at something with one of the boys patrick's brought along. "who's that?" art questions, nodding towards you. patrick tells him your name, "she's uh, my buddy's girlfriends, cousin or sister or something, fuck i don't know," patrick laughs into his drink. target acquired, art finishes the vodka soda he's drinking, turning to place the empty cup on the side. your mouth is attached to the guy you were laughing with, your dress hitched up slightly as his hands dart around your waist. "look like he beat you to it, artie," art shakes his head at his friend. "games not over 'til it's over, patrick."

the group of you are shown over to a vip booth, near the back of the club. the guy you were making out with gets up to go to the bathroom, art stands, about to steal his seat next to you when another one of patrick's friends beats him to it. "fuck me," art whispers, slumping back to his place in the booth and backing another vodka soda. the new guy whispers something in your ear, hand on your thigh as you move to make out with him. art should be turned off with how easy you're acting, but honestly he's impressed, the way you have every guy here wrapped around your finger. they're throwing themselves at you the way in which girls do to him, he's intrigued. "game, set, match." patrick laughs to art. "uh uh, no way." art walks straight over to you, pulling the guy off you by his shoulder. "hey! hey- you're art donaldson!" art rolls his eyes. "i'll sign an autograph later, but right now, you're in my seat."

he raises his hands in defeat, moving for art to take his position next to you. "i'd tell you off for interrupting, but he was a shit kisser." you smirk to the blonde in front of you. "well, guess you'll just have to thank me instead." you sip your drink. "i wouldn't go that far, donaldson?" he nods. "art donaldson, and you are?" you introduce yourself. "and who are you that your face alone made that guy run for the hills?" wow, you really don't know him. it's refreshing. "a tennis player." it wasn't the answer you were expecting. "aren't you a bit too pretty to be a tennis player?" art fakes a pout. "i'm so sorry i don't meet your expectations, but hey, at least i know you think i'm pretty." you shrug at him. "it's just a fact. dance with me?" you ask, standing up, holding out your hand. he takes it, of course, joining you on the dance floor. art's not much of a dancer, but that doesn't stop his arm snaking around your waist as you grind against him.

he's whispering in your ear, disgusting, perverted things about the way your body feels against his. art's not shy in situations like this, he thrives, it's his weekly routine. "you gonna keep talking or are you gonna take me home and actually act on what you're telling me, donaldson." he's pulling you out of the club, jumping into the car he has waiting outside. the partition is already rolled up as art climbs on top of you the second the car door is shut. his lips touch yours for the first time tonight and he's intoxicated, your lipstick leaving stains on his skin but he can't get enough. you're reaching between your bodies, palming him through his jeans. "christ, you're like a teenager. all you've done is kiss me and you're already hard." he was hard the second you danced up against him, but that's not the point. "you gonna fucking do something about it then?" he's biting, kissing, sucking his way down your jaw to your neck. "no actually, i think you can grow up and wait until we're at wherever we're going." it's you biting his skin now, his earlobe, his neck, his shoulder. "we're going back to my house, where i can fuck you like the slut you are." you're desperately trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan yet. the car pulls up to art's place, the door opening as he pulls you into the house.

you're kissing the way through the house as art leads you to his bedroom. pulling your dress over your head as you remove his shirt. "fuuuuck," he whispers as you push him backwards to the bed. undoing his jeans, discarding them across the room with his briefs. you crawl over his body, his hands looping behind you to undo your bra. "you're the hottest woman i've ever seen." he peppers your breasts with kisses before manhandling them. "bet you say that to all the girls you fuck in this bed." your hand reaching down between your bodies again, pumping his newly exposed cock in your hand. he groans as he replies. "i don't actually, you're the sexiest thing i've ever laid my eyes on." you scoff and pump his cock faster. "you're not so bad yourself, donaldson."

he flips you over onto your back, moving down your body, removing your panties with his teeth. "you've even got the prettiest little pussy i've ever seen." he immediately starts tonguing your clit, inserting two fingers into you. your moans are killing him, pre-cum falling out of his cock at the taste of you. he reaches over to his nightstand to pull out a condom. "don't, i'm on the pill." he smiles over to you, "fuck me, art." lining himself up with your entrance, "now, say please." god, the sound that escaped your lips in response could have had art confessing his love to you. "please, fuck, please art," he lifts your legs up, resting them on his shoulders as he slides himself into you. getting drunk of the sounds of you and the way you feel around him. he pushes your legs down closer to you, he's never felt this deep inside someone before. "jesus, you're fucking perfect," he mutters, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips.

he's already getting close, leaning back to thumb your clit as he fucks you quicker than before. "fuck, shit, you feel fucking amazing," your hands grasp the sheets, more profanities leaving your lips. "i'm so fucking close," he whispers, his grip around your ankle tightening. "fuck, come inside me, please, art." fuck. no one's ever let him do that before. in all these years, all these girls, not one as let him come inside of them. a few more thrusts is all it takes for art to finish inside your pussy. it feels like fucking heaven to him. that's it. that's what's been missing. he works your clit until you're a mess beneath his fingers, watching you orgasm as his load drips out of you. "fuck. i need to do that again." he falls down next to you on the bed. "which bit specifically?" you giggle, kissing his shoulder. "all of it. you. coming inside of you." his eyes meet yours. "i wanna see you again." placing kisses on your lips. "not my style, unfortunately for you, donaldson." you start sitting up, his hand grasping your wrist, stopping you in motion. "it wasn't a question."

he gets your number from patrick's friend's girlfriend, turns out you're her friend, not her sister or cousin. she likes art for you, so obliges when he requests your number. blowing up your phone, near enough begging you to see him again. it's been weeks since he saw you, skipping the clubs after matches to sit at home and stalk you on social media. there's just something about you, consuming his thoughts. you never replied further than 'who's this?' to his texts, you make him look pathetic.

i will literally do anything you ask if you just let me take you on a date.

it's late, he's becoming desperate for just a text back from you. throwing his phone across the room after he sends another text. "this is just ridiculous." he mumbles to himself, when a text notification lights up his phone, falling off the bed and running to it, he see's your name.

anything?

fucking finally. he's sat on the floor, smiling into his phone like a little boy texting his crush.

literally anything in the world.

he sends the text back immediately. fuck waiting around to make himself seem less desperate.

would you let me fuck you with a racket?

god, you're disgusting, he fucking loves it.

i would do whatever it takes just to taste you again.

he's staring at the three bubbles on his phone, like his world would shatter if they stopped.

you can take me to dinner tomorrow then.

[narcjsistx]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 | OS

karasu tabito x fem reader ; words: 1.9k (1939)

coming from this event, fifth day, 22/12

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

plot: the pact had been clear from the beginning: only needy kisses when the situation called for it, but no relationships. everything had been going smoothly up until that point, but the main problem was that now you were falling for your enemy's best friend. does tabito not want relationships because he doesn't want to set up seriously or just because he's afraid of ruining everything by being mediocre?

Even though you are literally in each other's arms, you feel Karasu light years away from you. The grip he had on your hips a few seconds ago has suddenly diminished, remaining sloppily leaning but not holding them. It took just a few words to destroy the perfect harmony that has existed between you since this strange situation began, and you don't know whether to regret having said them or to still be as convinced as you were until recently. You just know that, now, Karasu is not the same one who was kissing you until a moment ago, with the same usual sweetness

"We should stop. I'm starting to develop feelings for you and I don't want to suffer through something like this"

Words spoken in one breath, but which contained everything, or more, that you felt for the boy who until today has always been your kisser. You said that you started, and not that for months now you have thought only and exclusively of him, that you dream of being able to have a relationship with him, that you would simply like to stop being an ordinary girl and become his girlfriend. But what you dreamed of didn't fit your plan, the one that until now had given you the chance to be so close to him. The plan was simple: just kisses, maybe sooner or later a sexual relationship if you both agreed, but never and ever a relationship

Yet, it seemed so easy to fall in love with him. Karasu is polite, he knows how to joke without being offensive, he has a hobby that he is committed to and has many friends who love him, and he also knows how to treat women. It was impossible for you to understand how a boy like that is best friends with Otoya Eita, the same boy who broke your heart after a relationship that lasted no more than two weeks. You could easily say that the hatred you felt for the ninja turned into love when it came to Tabito.

It all started with this pretext: help me make Otoya regret leaving me, make him understand that I am the best girl he could spend his life with. Betting on his best friend had been a risky choice, but Karasu had accepted. And so, in front of the white and green haired boy, the kisses between you and Karasu had begun their battle against him, who frankly had never paid much attention to you two, only surprised to see Karasu with someone after long time since last time

Almost everyone, even his friends, thought you were a couple. But you both said no, you were just young and a relationship would only hinder the beautiful bond you had. Yet, your goal of making Otoya jealous had turned into nothing in less than a few weeks, while you began to reflect that Karasu was actually a good guy. That, besides the kisses, he also treated you well, and he didn't have the same behavior with girls as he had with you

And so, for a year now, you had begun to think that you loved him seriously, that kisses were not enough for you. It had taken you a year to say the words you had just said to him, and yet you had already regretted it. His face conveyed an all too obvious surprise, untypical for someone like him

"I know you don't want a relationship, so let's end this. It was fun"

You knew he didn't want a relationship, he had made it clear from the start. You had talked about it other times, and his words were always the same. They hurt you, but they were reality

"I don't want a relationship, it would hinder me and my future career as a striker. Professional players never have a steady relationship until they reach an important goal, and I will do the same. After I win, I will look for someone to spend the rest of my life with. But it's not that time yet"

Your heart hurt, your body, everything. It hurt to think that from now on, you would do without him, without his lips on yours and without the good feeling that always existed in your stomach when you knew he was looking at you. You were letting go of something you loved so much, but you knew that by doing so, maybe you would save yourself more future pain

"Are you kidding me?"

"No. It's all over, I don't want anymore"

You didn't know why he didn't want a relationship, or rather, the explanation he had given you so long ago didn't seem entirely right. Karasu, in your eyes, seemed like someone who needed love so much, who even sought it, but why did he reject it if he had plenty of it, of yours, under his hands?

There was something that told you that he was rejecting love because of a more personal fear, because of something that you had always had before your eyes but had never understood. Something that, you thought, made him very insecure. But what was this insecurity of his if he was so perfect? What he was hiding from you?

Slowly, you pulled away from his grip, which no longer held you to him. Your lowered gaze helped you not to look him in the eyes, because seeing even a shred of sadness would have destroyed you. It was the best choice, but why did it hurt?

"You can't be serious, everything is going great"

"It's precisely because everything is going well that I want to stop. Karasu, I think I seriously love you, kisses are no longer enough for me. But at the same time, I know you don't want a relationship, and I don't want to force you to have one with me. If everything continues to go so well in my mind we will be like boyfriend and girlfriend, while you will continue to think of us as just two friends. And I will suffer from this, because I know myself"

You had to be harsh with your words, even if you didn't really want to be, and especially not with him, who hadn't actually done anything to you. But if you weren't, it would have been even worse

He didn't want a relationship. He didn't want a relationship. He didn't want a relationship

But really, why?

"You can't just go away and break everything. Don't you think about me?"

Karasu has never been someone who blames things, he has always admitted that he hates those who do it, because he thinks they are mediocre, and he hates mediocre people

"Yes, and it's better for both"

"You don't know what's fucking best for me..."

"Instead, yes. Think of it as if our relationship was a test for what you will have with your future girlfriend"

"I don't even want to think about anyone else other than you"

Karasu wasn't the type to say things like that, especially things that sounded like a declaration of love, and hell, it seemed like one to you. Why did he just say those words if he always reminded you that he doesn't want to think about anything but his career? Is there seriously something he's hiding from you that goes beyond the simple justification he's always given you?

"If you don't think I know what's best for you, tell me. What's best for you, Tabito?"

Maybe you had crossed the line, just maybe

"The best thing for me is to believe that I am enough for you, but I can't be if I am so disgustingly mediocre. Giving you something mediocre, being yours, is something that bothers me, because I never want to see you with something or someone who is not on your level. The thought of you walking away suffocates me, but I know that sooner or later you would realize how much I am not enough. I don't want you Y/n, even if I really do, because you don't deserve shit. Why did you fall in love with someone like me instead, so mediocre?"

So there was actually something in Karasu's thoughts, something that you actually didn't even remotely expect: how could he, so perfect in your eyes, consider himself mediocre?. The excuse of his career was therefore evidently just a bullshit to hide this more intimate side of his, who had fought so hard to hide it from your eyes, who instead saw it with an inhuman perfection

"Mediocre things don't work, they don't make things enjoyable. Settling is not love, and putting yourself in a situation like that would destroy me. I would ruin everything sooner or later, trust me"

You wanted to shut him up, you seriously wanted to. Hearing him talk so badly about himself hurt your heart, since you didn't even remotely have these thoughts about him. Never ever, in your thoughts, had you imagined him ruining everything, he who in situations always tried to resolve in the best possible way. Maybe he wasn't aware of how great it was, how 'mediocre' was the last word in the world to describe it. Maybe he was genuinely insecure about something that didn't actually exist, but was just in his head for some unknown reason

"If you consider me enough for everything, how do you explain the thing that I fell in love with you, that instead you consider yourself mediocre? Don't you think that I fell in love because you are so perfect in my eyes that I don't understand your doubts? Karasu, you have no idea how much you are not even remotely wrong, you are anything but wrong. Falling in love with someone so perfect, who knows how to love but is afraid, is I think one of the most intelligent things I have ever done, and you know that I have done a lot of stupid things in life. But I want to make you aware of how much you are enough, much more than enough. For me you know how to love, you want someone who loves you, but you are afraid. I want to take away this fear from you"

Silently, you had unmasked the mask that Karasu Tabito had so glued to his face: under that self-confident, sometimes even selfish face, there was a boy who was extremely insecure about himself, who was just waiting for someone who could love him without fear of his insecurities. You had destabilized him with your words, you could see it from the way he was slowly destroying himself. Your words were true, and you hoped that by destroying himself he would understand that you meant them

"Suppose I accept your love. Suddenly I do something, I ruin everything"

"I'll try to love you again until everything works perfectly. And in the meantime you learn where you went wrong and you don't do it again, because I know you can do it. To err is human"

You wanted to love him, you wanted him to love himself. And if trying again with him every time meant making him realize that he wasn't as shit as he said he was, you would try again and again

Mediocre was his fear, not he. A human mediocrity, because in reality everyone has fears of this kind; you had some too

"Let yourself be loved, Karasu. Let your dream come true, because I never want to see you sad about something like that"

"If I make a mistake, will you try again? Shall we try again?"

"Until my last breath"

TAG: @natmagaesp ; @kittenish0 ; @x3nafix

[icarianlibrary]

Random Jason Grace HCs bc he's my husband

(FYI: I do HC him as queer & trans, suck it up)

He is the palest out of the entire group, therefore they're constantly making jokes like "Jason, you're my sun, I get blinded when I look at you." (Speaking from experience ygs)

He once let the Aphrodite cabin paint his nails

He has a lightning bolt charm on his CHB necklace

He wears a CHB shirt over a SPQR hoodie

on his pants/shorts is a bunch of different patches

everyone assumes he's a cishet guy, so whenever he kisses Leo (Valgrace>>>>) everyone freaks out.

Whenever he fights, he fights in his binder. Good for him? No, but that's besides the point.

He rarely curses, so when he does, people are like "Jason Grace, is that a cuss word I just heard out of your mouth?"

Since he was LITERALLY raised by wolves, he walks on all fours going up steps (I'm sorry, but if he doesn't, I would be SO surprised)

He keeps his hair neat to keep up that Praetor professional profile, so in HoH when his hair is buzzed on the side from Cupid's arrow, at first he is distraught, but after seeing Nico he learns to like it.

He's a man smoocher

little lad lover

men kisser

boy admirer

He feels a need to buy any and all wolf t-shirts he sees

He'll scratch around his nails when he is stressed

[sweetbeagaming]

Estelle and Monterey have texted every morning and every night since their first date. At first it was sweet good mornings and good nights, then eventually long phone calls at 2 AM. 🔥

Something about Monterey is irresistible to Estelle. He's not even her type so what is it? The bad boy allure? The rough around the edges vibes? And man, is he a great kisser... Estelle has been so busy focusing on her career and professional development that she almost forgot life can be fun! Breakfast the next morning was a little awkward though.

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[derangedhermit]

He’s obsessed with kissing. Which is new for him. Before Steve, Eddie didn’t care about kissing. He wanted to skip right to having sex and thought kissing was for losers. He was a professional skirt chaser and he didn’t have time for all that.

With Steve it’s different. He wonders if it’s different with all boys but that thought lasts a single second. Kissing is only like this because it’s Steve. His Steve.

Steve is a soft kisser. A gentle kisser. A long kisser. Eddie swears Steve’s goal when kissing him is to leave him breathless. And he does. Every single time.

His favorite way to kiss his Steve is in the backseat of the Beemer. He likes to press Steve down into the seat and kiss his lips until he’s shaking under him. Then he kisses his way down Steve’s chin and neck and listens to the breathy sounds Steve makes.

Eddie loves to leave Steve a rumpled mess when he finally makes his way back into his trailer after their dates. The last thing he sees before he shuts the door is Steve’s kiss-swollen lips and flushed face.

[leeofthevoid]

Pretty little Rose

Venetia Catton x Reader

A/N: To my lovely girl who deserves everything. This one is for you.

Warning: Mentions of ED, Major character deaths, Strong language

So what if you were there every time Venetia had to puke because of Alcohol? You have always been there since she started when you were twelve and little Felix was ten. Always the sloppy one. 

Who cares if you were the one to dye her hair blonde ever since she saw her mom’s old modeling photos just for her to hear Elspeth say it didn’t fit her and it looked tacky? 

The one who held her when she cried about how little love she felt, “I’m always here for you, Venetia. I’ll always love you.” and gets a small chuckle from her, getting a kiss on the cheek as she dries her tears.

Venetia was very quick to tell you about her firsts. Her first kiss, make-outs, hell, you were the first to know how she lost her virginity when you were fourteen. It was irritating to hear those, but you never had the heart to tell her. However, it was hilarious to see her face scrunch up when she found out you already had your firsts way before her. It was a Catton pride thing.

The one person she’d call when she had no one to turn to when you were leaving Saltburn to go back to the city and attend school again. You don’t even ask her about anything since she always tells you everything. It went on until year ten, when she stopped talking to you completely. 

There was even a time when you and Felix bonded more than how you and Venetia did because she started to entertain the boys who asked her out. It was apparent how much she loved the attention she got. But every time she caught you and Felix laughing at something stupid, she had that longing look, like when she talked about her parents. Pretty weird to see from someone who ghosted you and killed off your friendship.

You did have your friendship redemption two years later when she stumbled into your room drunk and crying, screaming at you for not trying to talk to her harder. She confessed about playing hard to get because it made her feel nice. And got madder when she saw you and Felix bonding and playing at the pond. “You can’t just become Felix’s, you’re mine! I had you first!” She slurred a little, but that doesn’t mean her message wasn’t clear. You caught her when she tumbled down to your bed and laid her gently on the bed before she pulled you down with her. To put it simply, she kissed you. Very roughly, too. She wasn’t a bad kisser and maybe quite good, but she put in so much emotion and hunger in it that it had to stop. 

When you went to university, Venetia didn’t like that you went to Oxford instead of  Cambridge with her. You said it was because you wanted to be an excellent example to Felix and Farleigh, to which she tried to fight you by ranting about how you lost your love for her when you started hanging out with them more. Of course you disagreed and set aside your pride by giving her a tight hug that she always caves into.

You quickly drove to Saltburn when your summer started after your second year at university when you found out she had dropped out. Venetia wasn’t very good with her food and how she saw herself. You always tried to help her go through those darker days when she felt like shit and had no good relationship with food. You always tried to make her favorites, which Venetia happily ate and stayed a little to digest. The fact that she tried to sit for thirty minutes more after she ate made you realize she tried. Though…She dismissed your suggestions about going to a professional together. 

It never bothered you when Venetia confided in you with boys. Hell, you were the one always making sure she was stocked up with protection and mailing her aftercare products you thought would benefit her. “You’re like a dad sometimes, Love. You should totally date me.” “Haha. Sarcasm is not welcome in this household, Vee. I need you to be safe out there, alright?” She chuckled from the other line and sighed. “I didn’t hear a no.” You laughed. God, you love her laugh. 

The next few years were hard to keep up with. You were so busy that you almost didn’t go home to see your family for the summer. Venetia always complained about you not visiting her at Saltburn. She always made you promise to answer when she called, and she even went to Oxford with Felix and Farleigh when they enrolled just to crash at your place. 

Of course, there was some cuddling and friendly kissing between you. And very friendly moans, too, but why do you need to add that? 

Then the talking stopped one summer, which was odd for you. You didn’t pay mind because Felix eventually called you to join a party they will hold for a bloke named Oliver. You even got some scoop from Farleigh that Venetia and Oliver had a summer thing that Felix didn’t like. Vee never really had a chance to share Felix’s toys. That's probably why she kept you around, but who cares? 

You saw Venetia with that beautiful spider dress of hers while you dressed up like those silly little elves from the “theme,” which no one cared to follow. “Hey Vee, you look dashing as always.” She chuckled and poured you some more of her champagne. “You’re such a flirt sometimes, so I keep you around.” You rolled your eyes before settling down on the couch next to her. She swung her legs on your lap and made herself comfortable. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. You look good, Love. Something about university made you stunning.” You patted her legs and smiled. “It would be a crime to show up and not look my best.” “You always look your best.” She smiled that pretty little smile, her hands finding their way into yours. Venetia didn’t dye her roots without you to help her, leaving a swell of awe in your chest. The night went so well between you two, and it was splendid. 

The next time you saw her. She was withdrawn. So pale and so sad. Life looked like it drained out of her eyes as you slowly stood beside her, putting a sunflower on Felix’s grave. You weren’t very traditional and knew Felix would have laughed at your need always to be different. You embraced her the whole ceremony while she just stood quietly. Her body leaning against yours as if she couldn’t stand without you. She looked lovely, but you hated how much sadness she pent up, how there was nothing said at all between you two that day. You will forever regret that day for the rest of your life…That was the day you last saw Venetia. 

The next time you had to see Vee, you couldn’t even see inside the coffin. You were trying so hard to keep it together while they all went through with the ceremony. You couldn’t stop shaking and losing stray tears as it rained down on you. When it was time for you to put your flower down, you opted for a pink rose. It looked so pure and unreal. It looked like her when she was so alive. You slowly leaned down and kissed the coffin, and slowly walked away. You couldn’t take it anymore when you stood beside a tree. The tears streamed down as your legs gave out. No sound came out as your emotions poured into you. Venetia was gone. Venetia will never come back. Venetia has left you forever. You sobbed and sobbed for about two hours. At one point, Oliver kneeled beside you and whispered in your ear. “We should have seen it coming.” Your heart dropped, but his words didn’t set in until after the day. You felt rage and sadness. 

You felt empty. 

There were many flowers in the world, but none as pretty as your little Rose.

a/n: Please tell me if you want more prompts like these!

[alexluvsskittlez]

I haven't made an into in months so uhhh..

HI EVERYPONY!!! my name is Alex, you can also call me Sam, Zoe, or Binoo

I'm 14 years old, my birthday is April 23rd

i am an artist, animator, content creator, and I'm learning how to sing :3

I'm audhd and dyscalculic (idk if i spelled that right sorry)

my special interests are Paramore and my ocs

I am currently hyperfixated on Emily Armstrong

I am PARAMORE'S #1 FAN!!!!!!!

i am a PROUD SELFSHIPPER!!!!

BYI:

I am Emily Armstrong's #1 defender (sorry haters XD)

I have the worst sense of humor on this planet

i kinda fw some rpf ships some of them being people who aren't actually together sorry. I'm respectful about it tho 😓

I usually don't think before I post so if I post something wrong please let me know

idrgaf about proship discourse and it's not something that I like involving myself in. I generally don't care what people ship but I still think shipping illegal stuff is weird as hell

I get pissed really easily but I promise I'm nice

bands/artists i like (warning, its a LOT):

Paramore, pierce the veil, linkin park, mcr, Hayley Williams, pinkshift, meet me @ the altar, silverstien, fall out boy, green day, bring me the horizon, p!atd, la dispute, lemon demon, sunny day real estate, Will Wood and the tapeworms, Will Wood, asking Alexandria, not enough space, get scared, the used, Owl city, mitski, Florence + the machine, stomach book, she wants revenge, Weezer, picture me broken, rites of spring, halfnoise, isles & glaciers, dead by sunrise, black veil brides, system of a down, limp Bizkit, silly goose, dead sara, scary kids scaring kids, alesana, femtanyl, the cure, modern baseball, foxszn, 3drinkz, yellow card, vylet pony, american football, boygenius, Avril Lavigne, millionaires, Kesha, s3rl, 3oh!3, attack attack, brokencyde, and waterparks.

shows I like:

smiling friends, steven universe, gravity falls, murder drones, madoka magica, the owl house, amphibia, clone high, invader zim, eddsworld, spooky month, inside job, pelswick, tadc, toopy and binoo, mlp, and the ghost and molly mcgee.

movies i like:

the final riot, steven universe the movie, atsv, itsv, the fnaf movie, mean girls, juno, the tamagotchi movie (i think there's actually multiple but I'm specifically talking about the anime one made in 2007), toopy and binoo the movie, and mlp the movie

games i like:

splatoon 2, fnaf, minecraft, animal crossing, mario kart, castle cats, pjsekai, nintendogs, roblox, regretevator, cart ride into 17 pregnant hyenas (rip </3), baldis basics, and ddlc

youtubers i like:

Kurtis Conner, Danny Gonzalez, Drew Gooden, funkyfrogbait, bredrawz, flamingo, benoftheweek, sinjin drowning, cybernoop, dantdm, stariaat, lovely lor, juj, and penguinz0

musicals i like:

mean girls, be more chill and Hamilton (I'm still getting into musicals so if you have any recommendations please tell me!!)

titles I gave myself (probably not necessary but idgaf)

Paramore's #1 fan

Pim Pimling's spouse

professional Pim kisser

#1 tell me how listener

#1 misadventures fan

#1 Emily Armstrong defender

tamagotchi dad of 3

spinel and mars' parent

#1 laika's comet fan

#1 class of 09 the flipside hater

#1 mip hater

worst dancer in history

other stuff I like (some are fandom related some aren't):

alternative subcultures/fashion, laikas comet, homestuck, warrior cats, tamagotchis/digital pets in general, mid-late 2010s animation memes, old internet stuff, space stuff, and animals

dni:

basic dni stuff uhh, people who are 12 and under, people who harass proshippers (yeah they're weird but harassing them is no better than being one), Paramore haters, Emily Armstrong haters, and those 4chan femcel self proclaimed problematic mfs. other than that i just block freely.

other socials:

ig: alexluvsskittlez

youtube: alexluvsskittlez

sketchers united: alexluvsskittlez

newgrounds: alexluvsskittlez

deviantart: pixelisgay

spotify: Pimkisser69420👽🙏

ermm that's all BYEEE!!!

[luvvampz]

𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 !

hello ! I'm a new Tumblr writer so here's my introduction!

Born and raised in bejing, China but I recently moved to Singapore earlier this year!

I was born in 2008, making me 16 this year !

Remember English is not my first language (Mandarin is) so I may not know much slang 😮‍💨

I'm also known on character ai as BABYD0LLLS

Professional boy kisser ‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥

My requests are open, give me some requests please hehe

𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎!

Reminder, this blog may not always be used for writing. It's mainly used for me just yapping about random things or my mental health.

(this is just a base for now. I'll add a link to a master list when I post fics)

[another-heroine]

I Kissed a Boy and... I Have No Idea What I Had in Mind!

Have you ever thought that I would lose this opportunity? NEVER

I'd like to thank @dujour13 for trusting me her Azata boy for gay scientific purposes lol

Presenting y'all Andrine and Siavash doing bardic disgusting things below the cut

Then I asked him, “Are you sure?”

And he said, “Of course, that’s so sweet, it should not be that strong”.

And I replied, “My dear, haven’t you learned that sweet ones usually are the strongest?”

And all was fun and games until we both ended up wasted over the tavern’s roof now.

I turn my head slowly to Sia. “You know, I can’t understand why I still give ears to you.”

“It must be because we are… all ears,” he giggles.

I roll my eyes, but laugh along.

“Orange beer, who could say it ever exists?”

Siavash shrugs. “You should see my homeland. We use oranges in many recipes, even drinks.”

I cross my hands over my chest, gazing at the stars above. “Stop, you are giving me craving for things that don't exist around here. I mean, not bragging, maybe I can find some in the River Kingdoms, but that’s not the point.”

He shuts his eyes, with a scorny smile. “Of course, Your Highness.”

Suddenly we overhear a conversation below. There are two fellows more drunk than us, tipsy and sentimental towards each other.

“No, because you are my best friend!”

“No way, you are my bestest friend!”

“And you are the bestest over the bestest of all!”

Silence. Someone burps.

“Can I kiss you?”

“What? Are you out of your mind?” the second one sounds sober for a second.

I have to see it. I sit, ignoring my dizzy head. Just hope I don’t fall off the roof. Sia does the same right after me.

“But friends do it too!” The lovestruck fellow holds the other by the shoulders. “It’s just… Don’t look into their eyes! Then it’s not… uh… gay.”

Sia and I look at each other, holding our breath. We were looking for silver and got gold.

“Ok then,” the second one agrees, but not without some stiffness. “If you don’t tell everybody tomorrow, so don’t I!”

Sia says under his breath, “There they go”.

And there they went. It was the most tasteless kiss I have ever seen.

“Amateurs.” Siavash scorns and lends his torso over the elbows.

I pout. “Give them a chance. Must have been their first time ever.”

“I could do it better.”

I put my hands on my waist. “Oh, of course, Mister Professional Kisser. You got too cheeky after that beer, you know?”

“Oh, my sister-in-arts, you know what I’m talking about. We bards are full of subterfuge and charms.” He waves his hand like was talking about trivial things.”Not a big deal kissing someone who is not your type.”

I frown. “Can you give an example?”

“Like… when you have to seduce someone to get information.” His eyebrows raise, like I’ve asked for something absurd.

I ponder for a while. “Well, I’m used to enchanting them with magic. Easy peasy.”

“It does not have the same taste.”

“My boy, I’d rather die than kiss Irovetti, I swear you.” I feel my stomach twisting as I remember that bloated face. “Some people think I despise men in general, which is not entirely true. I even have friends who are,” I give a dry laugh. “But seriously, I just can’t. Every time when I had to confront one, they wanted me dead or worse, ugh.”

Suddenly I catch that familiar gleam in his eyes.For some reason my heart skips a beat, and I keep the straight face. “Ok, what now?”

“Do you wanna try?”

I’m taken aback. “Are you serious?”

Siavash shrugs. “Why not? Friends do it too,” he is amused to repeat the words we heard moments ago.

I give a crooked smile. “If Woljif finds out, I will be a dead queen.”

“What about Octavia?”

“She would join us.”

Damn, I miss my wife. But she wouldn’t mind at all, it’s true, we have an agreement towards it.

Though the picture of me kissing a man was not in the plans.

“Ok.” I get closer. “But it’s only for scientific purposes. And I truly hope that tomorrow I don’t wake up surrounded by the Family members!”

“You have my word!” He raises a hand.

Thankfully, he is not prickled. And still tastes of orange. Actually, as soon as our lips meet, I’m stormed by a myriad of sensations. And don’t ask me what kind they are.

When we get apart, I fulminate him.

“Goddammit, Sia, you are smoother than a lot of girls I’ve kissed, you prick!”

Though I give him a little push, he smiles proudly.

“You flatter me, Drine. It was good for you?”

I pretend indifference. “It would be better if you were a girl anyway. But it was not unpleasable at all. Eight of ten.”

“Eight?” His smile grows.

“Don’t get full of yourself or I will give you a seven.” I crawl off the roof. Enough of nonsense for tonight.

He asks out loud, “I was better than Octavia?”

I look over my shoulder. “Neither in one million lives!”

[castlebyersafterdark]

How do you suppose Finn and Noah reacted to their kissing scenes? Were they into it? Embarrassed? Awkward? Giddy? What do you think went down behind the scenes?

Oh, that's the big question, right? Firstly, their characters and this storyline overall is so so important to them both, outside of the shipping stuff. It's a beautiful arc. I think they must feel the weight of the story's importance and what this relationship means in the greater stepping back perspective of Stranger Things as a whole. So, there's excitement there as young actors getting to portray this. Listen - it's so much more meaningful and weighty, immersive material than anything we've thus far gotten for Mike/El. The Mike/Will relationship is just built different. The acting, for one, really gets to shine there. So - excitement about the craft.

Then, more than anything - look at Noah and his life. This isn't to say that it's not meaningful for Finn if he's also actually queer - but he's played several queer characters. This would be the first real relationship portrayal, sure, but this role is Noah's biggest, his most important. It's the role that made him come to terms with his own sexuality journey and now he's getting to act out that journey on screen and fall for a boy and kiss a boy on screen?? That is so meaningful and emotional for him. Any kissing or physical or intimate scene is going to be HUGE for him.

Excitement. Nerves. He's going to give it his all, he's going to make sure it's incredible. And I think there's a joy in getting to kiss Finn. I always compare them to the Ron and Hermione kiss in HP which was terrible and I don't think they were very professional about it, like they were awkward with one another and couldn't put that aside to film something better or do more than one take? I'm not now and wasn't then that into that series anyway so it's not like I genuinely cared - but there's a part of me who cares about the film making process who found it annoying and silly how that kiss was The Big Kiss of the whole franchise and it was awful. And I think Finn and Noah would be so different. They're going to make it a good kiss.

Especially Finn - I think even if he's super close and involved in something extracurricular with Noah or his anxiety is at play - I also see a kiss with Mike and Will to be a little bit of redemption. To negate the angle of him being a "bad kisser" re: MBB. Because romance is something that the press harps on without fail. They're going to ask the basic questions we can expect about Byler. "So, Noah. MBB is quoted as saying that Finn is a bad kisser. Your thoughts? How did he live up?" THEY ARE GOING TO ASK IT, agree or disagree with interviewers. And it's the perfect set-up to tell them he doesn't know what Millie was talking about, "Well, did you watch the show? What do you think? I have no complaints."

Excitement to portray the storyline. Nervous for the importance and weight of the story. Giddiness to get to kiss one another (very much so on Noah's side in the very least). Giddiness to one-up something annoying in the media (on Finn's side).

I think what went down behind the scenes - setting aside any FN stuff here - were honest conversations and brainstorming about the characters because these characters are both so important to each of these actors. They're going to be professional, but I'd think the care and passion for their characters and their craft will show on screen. Passion, for sure. This is ten years in the making. Give it their all, get into it. I very much trust them.

[eldritch-strawberries]

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