#second pic tattoo 👀 i am LOOKING

[jebeplanet]

☼ ZEROBASEONE RICKY ☼ Pre-Release Single [𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗧] Concept Photo ☼

[mitamicah]

Good morning from Finland (day 3) 😄

I didnt write a lot yesterday but we were a lot of kääryleet hanging out, some of us even getting matching tattoos 👀, and just enjoying the inbetween gig day to keep the post concert depression away x'D

I was finally able to sleep more than 4 hours 😱 so hopefully that means i will survive queueing a second day 🤣

All in all it is great and cozy and I am looking forward to Allas 😄

Here are some random pics for today and if you dont hear from me again it probably means I am too busy being present in the queue/concert 🤣🤗

[andvys]

ANDYY IM FINALLY BACK AND PART 4 DESTROYED ME TBIS WAS THE BEST ONE YET I AM UNWELL IN THE BEST WAY POSSUBLE . HORNY ANON

“Like no kissing, for example,” Eddie says, doubting his own words.

bro... 😭 did you really think you could do this....

“Yeah,” you whisper, kissing his cheek “I care about you a lot.”

THEYRE SO ADORABLE TOGETHER I CANNOT

You had sex, lots of it. You learned new things about each other and you enjoyed every second of it. Eddie is an attentive lover, he cares about your pleasure more than his own and he always makes sure that you feel good.

my girl is living her best life 😫 wish that were me rn

“I uh– I brought you lunch,” you smile, raising the brown bag.

SHES SO SWEET!! he brings her chocolate cake and she brings him lunch!! <33

“An extra treat?” he smirks as he pulls you closer, eyes flickering down to your dress “the extra treat is you in this dress, baby. Did you put this on for me?” he asks, tugging at the material.

HES SO FLIRTYYY 🤭🤭 how are all the girls not all over him

“I’d rather eat your pussy–”

oh my gGodd?@?@?@?😳🥵🥵 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

“You, hopefully,” he smirks before he bites into his burger.

okay now you made me crave a burger among other things...

You sigh, a frown settles on your face, “yeah, she canceled on me again.”

oof :( i can relate to her situation with robin so much

“You’re hot and I still eat you.”

i would get it TATTOOED if someone said that to me 😭😭

“You have seen me naked but it’s the tank top that does it for you?”

THIS!! tank tops and sweatpants do things to me 😫 which reminds me that i saw a pic of joe keery in red sweatpants and the outline was visible and i haven't been normal ever since

Your eyes widen as he places you on the hood of Steve’s car. Of course he’s gonna fuck you on his car. You can’t help but chuckle.

ON TOP OF HIS CAR??? THIS IS SO NASTY OMHRMDJISBSISBS 🥵🥵 i am vibrating

“Say it.”

once again i am weak in the knees.

“Hey, Munson, you better be done with my car!”

OH MY GOD OH MYG OD OHDNYEBWOFJR9 THAT WAS CLOSE THIS IS HOT AND SOOO FILTHY

“I uh– I brought Eddie something to eat,” you shrug, trying to act casual “but I was just about to leave,” you say, looking away from him, you walk over to the couch to grab your car keys and sunglasses. Your eyes widen a little as you feel his cum dripping down your thigh.

THATS FILTHYCIDHSISBSIS is it bad that i kinda wish i were her

“Why would I want her to move on?”

boy........ im giving him a slap

Steve shrugs “yeah but it’s okay, I’ll make it up to her.”

BE FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW 😭😭

His smirk widens and he glances at Eddie before his eyes settle back on you, “I dare you to kiss the most attractive guy in this room.”

OGJSJWBKSBSISBSIS RIGHT IN YOUR FUCKING FACE STEVE

THIS ONE WAS SO FILTHY IM AT LOSS FOR WORDS I AM SHAKING I AM BLUSHING I AM MELTING I AM JUMPING AROUND DOING BACKFLIPS I AM—

YOU CHANGED IT TO HORNY ANON AGAIN LMFAOO I LOVE IT

Eddie made the no kissing rule even though he was the one who kissed her first 🤣

They are such an adorable pair of besties who fuck like animals 🥰

Omg I'm so sorry that you can relate to the situation with Robin, it's the worst (and there's definitely gonna be some angst with her in the next part)

I NEED TO PICTURE OF JOE KEERY RIGHT.NOW.

Oh they definitely almost got caught....... be prepared for the next chapter bestie 😏

I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKED IT!!!

I can't wait for your reaction for the next one 👀

[therealhousewifeofharrystyles]

Ok so I wrote something…bc wow this pic inspired something in me👀

Berries & Cream

Just some random smut…enjoy:)

All I wanted was to grab a snack. I was craving strawberries and cream. I hadn’t meant to run into to anyone, let alone Harry…of all people.

I hate parties, I hate loud crowds of obnoxious strangers chugging alcohol, and I hate being in my 20’s where I’m supposed to pretend to enjoy it all because these are my “golden years.” Fuck off.

I squeeze through the packs of social-climbers to get to the fridge and manage to snatch one of the fresh strawberries I’d washed earlier before my roommates decided to throw this “small gathering.” I take the can of whipped cream sitting on the counter and swirl it around the fruit in my hand. Sighing, I lean back against the island and watch the animals around me interact with each other from my safe distance, absently entertaining myself for the time being. My eyes scan the faces and see a few familiar ones.

I’m thankful that no one really cares to socialize with me at these things. They know I’m not into this scene, that I stay cooped up in my room reading and writing most of the time. I’ve heard some of the guys say I’m pretty, but that I seem like a prude. Others argue the opposite but are too lazy to act on it.

I guess they’ll never know…

My head turns as the tip of my tongue scoops some of the whipped cream, and there’s a person staring back at me. Harry. One of our neighbors. One of the guys I’ve heard say that I’m “probably a virgin saint reading her Bible every night.”

He’s standing alone, also leaning back against the kitchen counter like I am. He doesn’t break eye contact. And neither do I. Instead, I turn my body to face him directly and I rest my free hand back onto the flat of the counter—pushing my large chest outwards.

I slowly lick my way around the fruit in my hand, gathering the sweetness onto my tongue. He watches intensely with narrowed eyes which causes me to clench my thighs together without thinking. I moan softly, not expecting Harry to hear me over the music and ambiance. However, he seems to have caught it anyway since he pushes off from the counter and prowls toward me within a second.

He doesn’t hesitate to corner me. I’m boxed in by his arms after he slams his hands down onto the counter on either side of me. Naturally, I flinch. But I don’t cower or shrink in his closeness. I keep his attention with conviction and wrap my soft lips around the tip of the strawberry, gently sucking the rest of the cream off. When I release it, some of the white foam remains. Harry’s lips part whilst I daintily begin to lick off the mess; but I don’t make much progress because one of Harry’s hands grabs the back of my neck and he cleans up the rest with his own lips and tongue. I immediately surrender to him, allowing him to claim his territory and release me after a playful bite on my lower lip. The two of us are left in a dark corner of the kitchen, hot and panting. I look down at the juncture between his thumb and forefinger on his hand, noticing the cross tattoo, and I poke at it. “My big, bad, tattooed neighbor is a church boy, huh?” I tease, my eyes filled with what’s most ungodly when they gaze back up at him. He chuckles and takes the strawberry out from my fingers. “Mmm…’n the lil’ church boy in me is startin’ to think you really haven’t been bein’ a good girl in that room of yours…or readin’ the Bible…” He lets me have the first bite, then finishes the berry and tosses the stem into the sink behind him. While he’s chewing, I smile and tug forward on his belt loops to pull him closer to me. I cup my hand over my mouth and I whisper up in his ear, “Wanna find out?”

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One second, I’m in the kitchen licking whipped cream off a strawberry. And the next, I’m on my knees—tears streaming down my drool-covered cheeks, blinking my wet eyelashes up at my asshole neighbor as he holds the base of his spit-soaked cock in his grip—a handful of my tangled hair in his other. He smirks as he holds both firmly at a tantalizingly close distance, wagging himself cruelly in front of my pathetic face. Meanwhile, my hands shake in anticipation behind my back and I’m staring helplessly up at my antagonist, knowing full-well what he’s amused by. I’ve been grinding against the still air as if it’s giving my clit any sort of relief with its utter inability to give friction. I grunt and whine in frustration, but this only makes him laugh at me.

I bounce on my knees, my overflowing tits threatening to escape the restrictions of my bra with each motion. Now it’s like I’m throwing a tantrum. Harry’s visibly throbbing from the sight—and the sound—of my cries. Yet I still beg further, “Please, Daddy…I just wanna make you happy…please—!” *smack* He hits my cheek with his length. I gasp and he uses my opened mouth as an opportunity to fuck himself all the way into the back of my throat. I gag a little, but I smoothly get into my rhythm, bobbing my head back and forth with my eyes rolling back like I’m the one receiving head. Harry watches with a focused, furrowed brow, fucking his hips at a steady pace and using both hands to pull all my hair out of my face.

“Ughhh, fuck yeah…my naughty lil’ neighbor girl…gaggin’ on my cock…fuck…”

I moan around him and blink my innocent eyes up to see him looking back down at me. “…You’re so pretty when you cry, Angel…”

I hum in content and swirl my tongue around his head, making him pull out almost all the way just so he can see me use my lips tongue on him all messily. He then slaps it down onto the flat of my tongue a few times and begins to eagerly jerk himself off, pre-cum dripping slowly from the tip onto my tongue.

One of my hands snuck its way down inside of my panties and I’ve been rubbing myself closer and closer to orgasm as he’d resumed throat-fucking me, and now both of us are on the brink. More salty pre-cum drips onto my lips and I lick it off hungrily, my hips grinding against my hand. Harry growls and pulls hard onto my hair before pulses of white heat stripe my tongue. As soon as I hear him cursing and groaning in ecstasy, feeling the cum shooting into my mouth and all over my lips and cheeks, I shove my fingers inside me in a deep curl and ride them until my body is shaking. In the midst of my orgasms, I wantonly gulp Harry’s spend down. But remnants still coat my lips and face. The man kneels onto floor, takes my soaked hand from my pussy, and uses it to swipe through a shot of his warm cum on my face. He then shoves my fingers—with the sinful mixture of both us—into his own mouth, licks them clean, and attacks my lips—sharing the delectable combination.

All I had wanted was to grab a snack. I was craving strawberries and cream.

And I guess you could say I got what I came for.

oh my god WHY DID NO ONE SHOUT FOR ME

[youandtom2]

the reader is going to get her nipples or 🐱 pierced so dark!piercer!tom helps the reader relax 👀

Relax For Me

pic source

a/n: this was supposed to be short hahahahahahahahahaha short? who is she??? this is very quickly written, might be some mistakes, but there's some piercer!tom smut!

It was a dare, honestly. A stupid, drunk dare you took that you didn't think was going to come true, because what was the likelihood that your friend was going to be able to shot 8 tequila's in ten seconds? But now that you stand in front of the piercing shop just ten minutes from your house, it is very much true. You really don't want to do this, but you are a woman of your word. You are really going to get your pussy pierced.

Grumbling, you enter the piercing shop that seems otherwise empty aside from the very attractive man sitting at the reception desk. Even through the music that blasts through the speakers, he hears you enter through the door and greets you with a charming smile, subconsciously adjusting the curls atop his head. Initially you think he's wearing a black turtleneck t-shirt, but upon closer inspection you realise it's a heavily detailed tattoo of intricate patterns and celtic designs, jet black ink covering every inch of skin. He really suits it, you think, you wouldn't be able to imagine him without it and for some odd reason, you actually believe that, along with his attractive looks, it might be thing that lures you into him.

If it wasn't for the excruciating pain you're about to endure, you would otherwise be fawning over him; his overall demeanour somewhat magnetic. You were always partial towards the bad boy look.

"You must be my 1 o'clock, yeah?"

"That's me."

"Great, come right in and I'll get you sorted."

You take timid steps towards the back of the shop where you realise the piercing studio and reception is separated by a heavy, black velvet curtain. Already waiting for you on the cellophane wrapped bed is paperwork and all of his sanitised equipment. The smell of disinfectant seeps into your nose, a smell you are almost immune to having been pierced before, but along with the sight of the long packaged needle intended to go through your clit sitting neatly on the bed, everything about your situation has your stomach churning.

"I'm Tom by the way. If you just want to sit yourself up onto the bed and fill out that paperwork there then we can get started. Have you been pierced before?"

"Yeah, but...not down there." Your naivety has him softly chuckling. The snap of his latex gloves spikes in your ears and the rustling of the piercing equipment causes a headache so you attempt to fill the noise. "It's awfully quiet in here," you comment, a poor start to small chat but nevertheless, he simply smiles back and rolls himself over to you.

"I don't like to have other customers in when I'm piercing intimates, it can be quite intimidating."

"You mean to say that getting my intimates pierced by a stranger isn't the most intimidating part?" You quip sarcastically.

"You seem apprehensive."

"Well this...this isn't exactly my choice. I lost a dare last week and I am a woman of my word so...here I am."

His face scowls slightly. "What kind of a person dares someone to get their pussy pierced?" Something about the way that word effortlessly rolls off his tongue like it's part of his everyday vocabulary, so casual, so calm, it has your stomach coming to a boil. You keep your eyes to the page as you sign your name at the bottom.

"A man. That's who."

"A boyfriend?"

"He wishes." Tom nods along but remains quiet as he gratefully accepts the paperwork from you, however there is evident concern riddling his features and in softer, more sincere words, he says, "you don't have to get this done if you don't want to, it wouldn't bother me if you backed out."

"No, it's okay. I don't actually mind getting it done, I'm just worried about the pain."

"I'm going to be honest, it will hurt, but I promise I'll do my best to help you relax."

Tom explains the procedure, showing you all of the sealed and sanitised equipment that he intends to use, ensuring you that all will be for exclusive and one-time use. He talks confidently, maintaining direct eye contact seemingly unbothered by the fact that in less than a minute, he will be lifting up the seams of your skirt and pulling away your underwear to reveal your pussy. But of course, this is his job, he's probably done this a million times before so you try not to fret about it too much.

"If, at any point, you want to stop or take a moment, just say. We can take as long as you need." It's endearing the way he necessitates verbal and visual confirmation from you, a small comfort in an otherwise stressful situation. "Okay. Would you rather have me undress you or would you like to do it yourself? I have to ask: some people don't want any part in it at all and others strip down until they're entirely naked." Why did he wink at you?

The confidence of this man is going to be the death of you.

"Oh...uhm..." Your cheeks burn furiously. "What...what would I need to take off?"

"Your skirts not a problem. Just your underwear."

"Okay, sure."

Chivalrously, he turns his back while you wiggle to get your underwear off and placed back onto the bed. You are by no means graceful, the nerves hitting you a little too hard to maintain your composure and at this point you can't pinpoint what is causing the nerves; the piercing or...Tom.

"Perfect. I'm going to get you to lay flat on your back, legs lifted onto the stirrups and I'll take over from there. Just relax for me, pet."

As instructed, you rest your head back against the cellophane with your eyes drifting close. A shaky breath quakes your lungs and a rush of blood drowns your ears. Your legs are perched upon the stirrups but your skirt retains the last of your modesty while Tom sits upon the stool positioned in between your legs. He's perched high enough that with just the downward tilt of your head, you could meet his eyes if you wanted to, but as he reaches to lift your skirt and lets the cold air bite at your pussy, your sight is limited to the ceiling.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Great, so I'm just going to clean you down and mark where the bar will go. Take a breath, this might be a little cold..."

"OH...my god," The sudden, icy sensation spreads slowly over your pussy, his gloved fingers spreading whatever substance with benign movements. He's vigilant, careful to pay close attention and not miss a single inch of you, which is understandable if you want to avoid infections, but for the love of God, why does he need to circle his finger slowly around your clit like that?

"I told you it was going to be cold," he snickers.

The next few steps fly by and the next thing you know, you hear the packaging of the needle rustle in the air. Tom carefully pinches your clit and all of its nerves between the pads of his fingers and you have to do everything you can to stop yourself clenching. His touch is so delicate it borders intimacy and caressing. It almost distracts from...oh god. You're about to have a needle score through your vagina--

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Tom sits back as you sit up, your skirt falling back into place and your eyes finding his. "All good?"

"Sorry, I just need a minute."

"No problem."

"Is...is there nothing you can do to dull the pain?"

Tom thinks for a second, placing his equipment back onto the metallic tray. "I can give you a mild anesthesia--"

"And have two needles go through my vagina? No, thanks. I'll stick to one."

The buzzing of the overhead lights fill the silence and Tom gazes to you patiently, letting you take the time you need to brace yourself for what possibly may be the most excruciating experience of your life. Damn that stupid dare.

Tom can't help but notice the distress sweeping over your eyes and the way it takes ahold of your body; hunched, curled, defensive, and as his promise to help you relax echoes in his mind, a dirty, little trick formulates in his mind.

"There is, in fact, something I can do. It's a little unconventional, but it's sure to do the trick."

"Do it."

Tom smiles widely, so glad to hear the words he was hoping to hear. "You don't know what it is."

"I don't care. As long as it doesn't include needles. Do it."

He sensually sweeps his tongue along his bottom lip and a mysterious devilry consumes his hazel eyes. Despite what you see in him, his words and movements tell of a different story.

His hand reaches for your ankle, latex fingers coiling around the joint and moves in a lulling fashion. "Lie back then, pet. Relax for me," he cooes, his voice soft like a lullaby. It lures you into doing what he says and all too soon, you find the white tiles of the ceiling above you again. Eyes distracted, you wonder why the second time Tom lifts your skirt, the air doesn't feel as cold as it did before, and you wonder why this time when you tilt your head, Tom isn't where he was before. He's...

Got his mouth on your pussy...

"Ssshhhh-i-i-i-t!"

"Mmmmmm."

The startling mixture of shock and pleasure renders your brain dizzy, taking far too long to acclimate to Tom's warm tongue surging through your now wet pussy. His hands push your skirt further up your waist and find respite on the curve of your thighs, fingers dancing in small intricate patterns on your skin. This is not what you expected when he said 'unconventional', but jesus, it's certainly does the job.

You've always been incredibly sensitive, more so than what you think is normal for any other girl, so coming here was always going to be a nightmare. But with Tom's lips sucking harshly on your clit like his life depends on it, suddenly you've got a bigger problem to deal with.

"T-Tom..."

"Shhhh, relax. Trust me." He marries his tongue with your pussy and ruts his head in a slow ebb and flow, taking just a small second to murmur..."such a pretty pussy...'

"Uhnnn!" With every tug of his lips and every swipe of his tongue, he curses your body with uncontrollable twitches, damped by his hands now clawing at your skin. He effortlessly pulls at the coil in your stomach, expertly unravelling it until it's taut and strained. It's like he knows you inside and out, knows how to play you like a finely tuned instrument, like you're his. Right now, you aren't exactly opposed to the idea...

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? You love my tongue on your pussy. Dirty girl." Stars flash before your eyes, suppressing the instinct to release is causing such a dizzying effect on you that you can barely control yourself. Because you don't know. You don't know why Tom's deliberately trying exploit your sensitive nature, you don't know what his goal is and you're not sure how this is going to help dull the pain of your piercing, and with Tom lavishing and ravishing the slick seeping from your cunt, you have to assume he wants you to break.

"Fuck, Tom--"

"Look at this swollen little bud." His latex thumb drags your clit around helplessly, throbbing. "It's just begging me to pierce it."

You're so close it hurts. "Tom, please."

"Shhh, pet. Soon."

"Ahhh," you cry as two, thick, wet with slick, fingers slide deep into your pussy and curl torturously at the knuckle. Now, your thighs are stuck in a perpetual quiver by Tom's head and he smirks sinfully. Every touch is electricity, every short, sharp movement is overstimulation and you beg for liberation.

"Almost there. Just...keep very still." With a final, wet kiss, Tom watches carefully, analysing the precise movements of your clit, ready to time it to perfection.

"OH FUCK!"

Something short and sharp shoots through you. Pain mixed with pleasure surges through your nervous system and sets you alight, a hot fire consumes your stomach and your thighs as you come undone. The bed beneath you is trapped in the tight grip of your fists, white and firm. "Fucking perfect," you hear Tom say, a guttural growl resonates from his throat.

Your head falls back onto the bed violently and you wonder what torture Tom has just unknowingly inflicted on you. You feel heavy but floating at the same time. Shivering but engulfed by warmth. Feeling nothing and everything all at once. It's a feeling so unprecedented, you barely clock the thick titanium bar now decorating your clit.

"There. Didn't feel a thing, did you?"

"Huh?"

A wicked chuckle swims through the air, paired with the sound of his lips connecting to your thighs. "That's what I thought."

"You...you--"

"Made you cum and pierced your pussy at the same time? Mh-hm."

Mouth wide open, you're bewildered. "You did?" Tom stands up to shadow over you, your slick lining his lips, and offers you a sly wink. "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."

"Pain and pleasure go quite well together, pet. Adrenaline is a hell of a pain inhibitor."

"Oh...well, uh, thanks."

"Don't get up yet, pet. I'll get you cleaned up, okay?"

A small, deflating 'yeah' slips from your lips and Tom responds with the sweetest smile, eradicating any awkwardness before exiting into another smaller room labelled 'Tom's stuff. Keep Out!!'. Basking in the heat of dying lust, your teeth sink deep into your lip. Tom's absence grants you just a minute to question...what the fuck just happened? You can't quite believe it and you end up spiralling into a laughter hearing your own voice speaking out the words of your story in your head; your piercer has just ate you out - amazingly - made you cum and pierced your pussy at the same time. Absolutely ridiculous.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Sorry, I'm just...reflecting."

"Well, at least you're not crying. How's the pain?"

"Settling in. I'm scared to move."

Tom takes yet another seat between your legs, professionalism motivating his movements once again. The relief of the cool cotton draping over your pussy eases you back into a composure you can maintain. The pain is there and it certainly doesn't want to be ignored, but it's tolerable and having relayed that back to Tom, he proudly, affectionately strokes the skin of your thighs.

"That's you, pet. All done." He offers you a hand and you take it, slowly rising to a stand. Tom aids you in pulling your underwear up the length of your legs, hands cheekily grazing your waist, hips and ass.

"Take care washing it; all around and in between with a lukewarm saline solution, and no fun times until it's fully healed, got it?"

"Got it."

"Oh! And before you go--" he hands you a business card with his name and number adorned across the front. "Don't hesitate to phone me if you have any issues. Or maybe if you're free one night and fancy dinner. I might be hungry again soon..."

You bare your pearly whites in a bashful smile, nodding your head. "I would like that." Taking a risk, you raise to your tiptoes and press your lips against his cheek, his skin radiating warmth against your lips. "I would like that a lot."

[mixchronicles-futureboyfriend]

Dear Future Boyfriend – Please Be My Instagram Boyfriend 📸

I think social media gets a bad rap when it comes to relationships.  It gets blamed for things it has zero control of.  When Mark Zuckerberg was failing out of Harvard, sitting lonely in his dorm room, and thinking of people’s ideas to rob, I highly doubt he was concocting some epic plan to put love out of business.  Quite the opposite. He was instead creating enough fake friends, to like him, just enough, to convince real girls, he was popular. This was all with the hopes that this new social media thing would encourage them to look past his serial killer face and consider sleeping with him. Who am I kidding, he was just hoping for a little over the pants action. Anyhow, social media was birthed with good intentions.  But over the years, people have turned it dark; blaming it for its failed relationships and trust issues. But social media didn’t tell you to search big booty girls, scroll through hundreds of them, double tapping.  Social media didn’t tell you to put “👀💦😜” under you ex’s, trainer’s and boyfriend’s best friend’s picture either. And social media definitely didn’t tell you to send unsolicited ashy dick pics to random girls’ DMs just because you found her attractive. Actually, they all have this feature now where the pictures disappear within seconds of viewing… so yeah maybe they want the dick pics. I’m sure they are all stored away somewhere in the cloud under a “Random Dick Pic” folder.  But whatever, I refuse to believe that social media ruins relationships. Instead, I think it’s just the exact opposite. The right social media is actually perfect for relationships. Especially if your Future Boyfriend has an eye for angles and can catch you at your perfect candid moments. To me, he’s Instagram Gold which makes him #relationshipgoals which equals the perfect recipe for an Instagram Boyfriend.

Future, Boyfriend, I don’t want you to be confused. An Instagram Boyfriend, is not the same as the boyfriend you post on your Instagram. That’s a couple’s photo. Much different. And to be honest, I don’t even know when it’s appropriate to put your face on my Instagram. Like is it bad luck, like a matching tattoo?  I once put a couple’s photo up of my ex and I and it took a solid 2 days before his other girlfriend DM’ed me their virtually identical couple’s photo.  Which sucked because their lighting was totally better (we took ours at dusk). But worse was I had to not only take down my picture, because clearly, I didn’t want to have the same couple’s photo posted as someone else, oh and because he was also dead to me, but now I had to forgo all my comments that told me how good I looked.  Which by the way are really useful when you feel really bad about yourself because your boyfriend is a real douchebag who cheats on you.   But I digress. An Instagram Boyfriend is one that loves you so much he makes sure you have great Instagram pictures.  And lighting. Clearly my ex wasn’t a good Instagram Boyfriend.  This IG Guy can’t get enough of you.  He thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous and every moment with you is a snapshot in his head that he has to capture for the world to see.  It’s like dating your very own Picasso except he doesn’t make weird art, you’re the art and you’re kinda priceless too.  To put it into context: You know the pictures of the girls, looking back and smiling while holding an obscure hand… Instagram Boyfriend. Or the guy hanging off the side of a boat to get his girl’s perfect water floating moment… Instagram Boyfriend. Or Taco Bell’s sunset heart hands commercial… Instagram Boyfriend.  Every cheesy, adorable, tourist photo, concert pic, beach moment, mountain climb ever taken and posted… Instagram Boyfriend.  These guys are the unsung heroes of perfect Instagram shots and I believe my Future Boyfriend is a hero too.  Future Boyfriend, I believe we’re going to have a lot of adventures together. Travel many places and do great things. And I am already grateful you have an eye for beauty (because you choose me), and athletic body (so you can capture the best angles) and desire to memorialize all my beautiful moments while we’re out there living them.  And don’t worry, we’ll have our couple’s photos too. Because if you’re going to do backbends to get the best shots, I definitely have to photocred you.

xo,

Mix

[the-kipsabian]

since im already crying, this is a great moment to share a bit about the jersey meet and greet (ive kept most of this to myself cause its. very special to me. you understand)

but like. i tweeted at him before the doors (aka i panicked at the parking lot that i forgot i was gonna do that and then realized i didnt have wifi LOL) a picture of my tattoo being like 'today. witness me' (we still laugh about that word choice but i was on limited time and semi panicked okay lol) and it was just a part of the joke but him seeing it like. this is relevant to the story i promise. he replied this and i cried, even before we got in and i got to see him

this is relevant as when we finally got to their table like. three hours later (they were my last stop for a reason) and i had had this thought since way before that when i got the courage to walk up to him, i was going to ask if he knew who i was. especially at that point since he would be able to put two and two together with the tweet and understand that i was at the premises lol

i walked to the table. probably shaking out of my mind. looked him square in the eye and was like "hey. i got you a question"

"shoot"

"do you know who i am"

and this man. i swear he fucking knew. cause he looked at me smiling for a second. before he glanced down at my arm like he was expecting it

i have no actual memory what he said other than how amazing it looked in person (i was a mixture of excited and terrified i mean it was kip sabian LOL) and he observed it closely, showed it to penny who also said it was really cool and im just ;;

and then the fanart. they absolutely loved everything (kip promised to hang everything in his new streaming room so 👀👀), he was very happy getting abs drawn on him and they were just. so honored

and then this

cause i had the @ss-trashboat original design with me specifically to get it signed to close this circle, as this was the reference for my tattoo. and he was super excited about it, as you can see he thinks this is art and iM JUST ;; (like i know i get a lot of the credit for the tattoo i have, but honestly none of that would be possible without my babe tho so ofc he needed to know too <33)

after signing this he just looks at me like. aight what else can i do for you, what else you want signed. bear in mind, i literally paid for one auto and photo each and then a combo for them together, and with him signing the art he technically already did that but this man was insisting i pick my favorite photo on the table and he'll sign it for me

which leads us to this

ALSO BEAR IN MIND THAT IM 99% SURE AT THIS POINT HE DID NOT ASK FOR MY NAME BEFORE SIGNING THAT so either it came up during handing over the art or. he remembered ;; which im incredibly honored about if he truly did cause oh my god ;;

and then while im admiring this (and his handwriting, while the mans says his handwriting is garbage asdfghjkl). he reaches for another picture to sign for me. that i didnt ask for

AND THEN ANOTHER AND ALSO MAKES PENNY SIGN IT TOO

im already internally freaking out at this point, and then its photos and this man is just full of photoshoot mode like yes. regular pic with box on. now im gonna show your arm to the world. regular pic without the box. NOW LEMME PUT THIS BOX ON YOU im just. god

im fairly sure after we squeezed in all four of us (so the two of them plus me and salty) behind the table for the group photos, came the part where he just. casually put the box on. walked me to cassidys table (he was right next to them in the corner, incredibly cool dude as well, he even decided himself to put the sunglasses on daryl for the photo! man orange cassidy is great), grabbed me by the arm and showed my tattoo to him. to which cassidy replied by slowly removing his sunglasses (!!), looking kip square in the eye and just went "what" at the sight of it (side note, i showed it to him up close a moment later and he said it was super cool tho ;;)

just. this man. i s2g

also confirmed he is great at hugs with those arms, he wished me super well and good trip getting back home when i return there. and all i told him before we left is that "okay, we have to leave now, we're gonna go to applebees and cry" and he just dead ass went "i hope you have fun" 💀

(this is missing a few things tbh but i cant type well rn im emotional, but theres more about when i bought that banner, the point i told him ethan said hi, i just got to vibe with him while salty was doing few other things before we left.. and penny was a sweetheart too but unfortunately i am biased and spent way too much time with kip asdfghjkl)

ANYWAYS THERE YOU GO thats most of that encounter now that im (maybe, honestly not) emotionally stable enough to share some of it lol