#sabrina 2

[clubhoops]

Derrick White has his own Nike Sabrina 2 “By You” for Celtics Ring Night 🏆

[freshthoughts2020]

[shelovesairjordan]

Nike Doernbecher Freestyle Sabrina 2.

I really hope I am able to get a pair when they release!

[nosamyrag]

[whatonearthisgoingon]

The Alex Hirsch Charity Live Stream!

The art creations!!

Soos distracting us from our problems!

Deleted Pages!

Motorcity Holding hands and cuddling

Billford

Bill's Anatomy!

Ford reacting to the comments about him.

Bill in heels, slaying

Batman Stanley vs. Joker Bill

Pyramid Steve^2

Why so serial?

Young Stan eating through the car

Wolverine x Walter White - Ship Wheel

Stanford and Bill x Spongebob and Plankton

Dipperchu

Ford throwing Bill like a frisbee

Dib and Dipper

Waddles, Waddles, and more Waddles.

Bill as Ford's moth collection

Twins as Zelda characters

Baby Bill looking at the stars

Just hitched - The Love Triangle

Land of the Blind - Poem of Eucalidia!

And Alex saying the photo!

Will add more moments when the stream is over and I can go back!

Link to the stream!

Link to the GoFundMe!

Youtube Video that I think is most of the stream.

1:29:24 - Jason Ritter/Dipper singing Pink Pony Club

1:45:13 - Alex Hirsch/Stan and Kristen Schaal/Mabel singing Defying Gravity

1:53:13 - Jason Ritter/Dipper singing Espresso

1:58:25 - Jason Ritter/Dipper and Kristen Schaal/Mabel singing Good Luck Babe

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor with Sabrina Carpenter at the Grammys!

(February 2, 2025)

[avakkins-alter]

SPAS-12 | The Fruits of Summer

[ryan-waddell11]

Salem 🤝🏻 Eddie

[the-palelady]

listen. if you don’t like sabrina carpenter that’s fine, but that woman’s outfits are so stunning and i can just imagine ghost going absolutely mad seeing you in them.

especially in something like THIS. that man would go absolutely fucking feral.

normally he would be ripping your cute little outfits and lingerie at the seams, but oh no, not this one. the baby blue just looked so perfect, hugging your curves in all the right places. he had to keep this outfit safe no matter the cost.

one night, you slip it on right before he comes home from work, and set yourself up all pretty for him. your hair fanning out across your face, skin glowing, an angel amongst a sea of blankets and pillows right there on top of his bed.

simon’s angel.

and oh he is on his knees for you.

he’d worship every last inch of your body. those perfect, round tits that he’d suck into his mouth eagerly. he’d kiss down the plump of your tummy, the dip of your hips, until he’s nestled in between your legs.

he’d kiss along your inner thighs, moving his thumb up to rub at your sensitive nub, your back arching up into him, whining out his name like the pretty little thing you were.

simon would take his time with you. always does. he doesn’t want to hurt his girl when he finally does settle himself in between your legs, his cock heavy and sliding against your folds. the lingerie is still on, panties tugged to the side around his thumb.

“all this for me?” he’d ask in that deep, loving voice, reserved only for you. strands of his golden hair, that have grown out a bit more than usual, stick to his forehead. a handsome grin is plastered along his scarred face, lust filled eyes gleam down at you and you’d whine.

god, you loved him so much.

and he’d let you know he felt the same, wrapping his hands around the curve of your waist while he pressed himself into you. pressed himself into heaven.

“look at ya. so pretty.” you swear you hear him whine.

“takin’ me so well like a good girl.” this time you whine.

his thumb comes up to rub at your clit again while he pistons into you relentlessly. his tip hits that sweet spot so deep inside that you see stars and he backs off for a moment before hitting it over and over again.

your moans only encourage him further, his free hand roaming you like he can’t keep off of you, can’t get enough of you.

he grabs your jaw, your lips pursing from his grip. simon looks down at you with an expression so feral you could have orgasmed from that alone.

“gunna fill ya fulla me, sweet’art, that alright?”

you whine and beg for him.

yes. please, simon. inside, please.

“sing for me, angel. i wanna hear tha pretty voice.”

and you do sing for him. his name falling from your lips like a hymn, a gentle song only meant for his ears. simon can’t help but hold onto you tighter, gruff hands digging into the meat of your hips as you clench around him so tight he feels dizzy.

and he all but loses his damn mind, fucking you into the mattress despite how overstimulated you are. tears stain your pink cheeks and he thumbs them away, pressing into you so far you can feel him in your guts.

simon’s rambling, his forehead pressing into your temple as you cry out, your tears dampening his cheeks.

“ya look like a fucking goddess in this damn outfit. so beautiful. dunno wha tha fuck i did in my past life, but damned brute like me doesn’t deserve ya.”

he won’t stop talking. it’s all so much, yet the praise is sending you over the moon. your skin is on fire where his thrusts meet your ass, and you know there will be purple hand shaped bruises blooming along the expanse of your body when the morning comes.

“fuckkk,” his hips stutter slightly, your core becoming tight as he pulls himself completely out and slams himself right back to the hilt continuously.

“gunna breed this pretty pussy,” and you clench around him so fucking tight he almost collapses, a guttural moan escaping his chapped lips.

“ya like that, baby? want me to make ya a mummy?”

your back arches and you scream for him, white consuming your vision. simon’s hands grab ahold of your plump thighs and his hips roll down into you one last time. he twitches inside of your warmth while his spend coats your velvety walls. his arms reach up to wrap around your torso that’s still arched, his forehead pressing into your ribs as he catches his breath.

you both sit this way for a while, until he regains his composure and lowers your tired body back down to the bed.

when he sits up right your eyes are closed, long lashes tickling the apples of your blushing cheeks. your breathing is even now, and your skin is somehow glowing even more than it was when he first walked in. your hair cascades out around you like a wave. his palm hesitantly glides up along your tummy as if taboo. as if someone like him was undeserving of someone as soft as you.

and simon swears when he looks up at you, taking you in completely, he sees the glow of a halo above your head and a pair of angel wings nestled against the silk sheets of the bed beneath you.

[yrsonpurpose]

I know you want my touch for life.

[anna-scribbles]

little miss lovey 💌

(loveybug au by lots of people and explained beautifully by @asukiess in this post!)

[clubhoops]

Tobias Harris kicked his season off in the SLAM “30th Anniversary” Sabrina 2s

[freshthoughts2020]

[abbyssgf]

𝐠𝐟! 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | '𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝'

• concept: when you were lying on your couch, bored, scrolling through TikTok Tok you saw the trend 'a boy who's jacked and kind' and you knew you had to do it with your girlfriend

• words: 632

• warnings: modern au, sevika has her two arms, pet names; 'baby'

• author note: you don't even know for how long i've had this idea on my mind

you were lying on your couch, bored and scrolling through tiktok waiting for sevika to get out from bathroom

when you scrolled you saw some videos where a boy lifted her girlfriend, showing his muscles and you smirked.

not because of this video but your mind already imagined doing this with sevika, who would lift you up on one of her muscular arms.

you bored your lower lip at the imagine, then you heard the sound of the door opening and you knew sevika finally left the bathroom

Sevika spotted you on the couch and smiled gently, coming up to you. "you're feeling good, lying on the couch?" Sevika asked you in a playfully tone. she leaned towards you and placed both of her arms on the sides of your body

"with you it would be better" you answered with a smile and locked your phone to place it next to you. Sevika smiled and hummed "mhm" looking at you with her beautiful eyes.

"you know…" you started and sevika raised her eyebrows, she knew you all to well and knew that when you started your sentence with 'you know' you usually wanted something.

"I saw some trend on tik tok and we could do it" you ended with a small smile on your lips and you did your puppy eyes to sevika agree to this idea. Sevika huffed "and what would it be, baby?" she asked, frowning.

your smile widened, knowing she'll probably say yes to you when you will present your idea. "so" you started and you got off from the couch to present it. "we will stand next to each other and then you'll grab me and I will sat on one of your one arms" you said and waited for sevika's reaction.

"god, you always have to imagine something" she murmured under her breath, she sighed and kissed you on your scalp "alright if it will make you happy" sevika agreed and you kissed her on her lips. "thank you, sev"

you grab your phone and placed it in front of your tv, supporting it so it doesn't fall and you chosen the "slim pickins" song from Sabrina Carpenter. Your phone started recording the both of you.

When the lyrics 'a boy who's jacked and kind' appeared Sevika placed both of her hands on your waist and she lifted you up, placing you on her right shoulder, placing her hand on your stomach for safety. you wrapped your arms around her neck and saw how she lift her left arm and flexed it with a smirk on her face.

then she she dropped you but only to catch you bridal style in her arms and kissed you on the lips with that stupid smile on her face that you loved. You giggled as the video stopped to record the both of you and sevika placed another kiss on your lips.

"I knew you would flex your muscles!" you said to her and she rolled her eyes playfully "I can't miss the moment to flex in front of my pretty girlfriend, can't i, baby?" she asked you and you hummed placing a kiss on her cheek.

later that night when sevika were sleeping, lying between your legs with her head on your chest you opened the video you two made and you posted text in the video 'a girl who's jacked and kind💋' and published it on your private account where mostly your friends were following you.

you dropped your phone and looked down at Sevika. You smiled gently and kissed her on her forehead. Sevika tighter her arm around your waist as if she could from her sleep feel your kiss. You switch off the lamp and the both of you fell asleep in your own embraces.

• taglist: @abbyslvrrr @noacinno @nytloq @l0vel3tterl0ver @pizzabbs @dvrkhcld @sannyangel89 @moondient @maat2hot

[nosamyrag]

[carpenter-sabrina]

2 YEARS OF EMAILS I CAN'T SEND (July 15, 2022)

"I knew it would be called “Emails I Can’t Send” just purely from the way that I was writing it — almost as if it was a word vomit email. It honestly didn’t even take a lot of thought. It sounds like an email that I’ve written before where I’ve been like, “That’s going in the drafts.” I usually find that those thoughts are sometimes the most universal. I started to realize that some of those lines and some of those words that jumped out at me from emails that I wrote to myself were songs: verses, choruses, bridges. There were all these things that I wasn’t afraid to say when I was writing an email that I knew no one was ever going to read that I was like, “Oh these are my unfiltered thoughts,” as opposed to when you go into a studio and there’s all these expectations for what you’re supposed to leave the studio with. When I was just writing to myself alone in my room, I wasn’t thinking about anyone hearing it or judging it or liking it or disliking it. It’s always been the hardest thing to name albums for me, so the fact that this kind of came somewhat naturally said a lot to me." (temp.)