9 people you want to get to know better tagged by @asilverspring and @emmathompsonegot! thanks!
last song: graceland by paul simon
favorite color: seafoam green
sweet/savory/spicy: spicy
currently watching: daisy jones and the six, 2003 hbo angels in america miniseries
currently playing: i'm in the gacha game trenches (star rail and genshin)
current obsession: mostly star rail. also my gf <3
last thing googled: cap hill restaurants
tagging @newtrenchcaot @hebruh @sexyheretic @maiarindell @bookish-bimbo and uhh the girl reading this <3
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cyarskaren52
Mar 19
sexyheretic
Dec 23, 2022
Mr. Lanez, 30, was convicted of three felony counts: assault with a semiautomatic handgun, carrying a loaded, unregistered firearm in a vehicle and discharging a firearm with gross negligence. He faces more than 20 years in prison and could be deported.
The case, which played out as both a tawdry tabloid narrative and a weighty referendum on the treatment of Black women in hip-hop and beyond, was closely watched for both its famous characters and what it said about the recent adjudication of alleged abuse by notable men, such as Johnny Depp and Harvey Weinstein, in court and in public.
Mr. Lanez, though not a household name before the case, has seen his celebrity profile rise since the shooting, earning explicit and implied support from various corners of the hip-hop universe, including influential blogs, social media accounts and the rappers-turned-talking heads 50 Cent and Joe Budden.
sexyheretic
Dec 23, 2022
this part is particularly heartbreaking
On the stand, Megan Thee Stallion said she had initially lied about the extent of her personal involvement with Mr. Lanez, including in a television interview with Gayle King, because it was “disgusting,” she said. “How could I share my body with somebody who could shoot me?”
Even as her career skyrocketed, the assault had caused her to “lose my confidence, lose my friends, lose myself,” she said in court. “I wish he had just shot and killed me.”
Honestly I need that little Canadian twerp to be murdered.
Its already bad enough that he shot her but he dehumanized her because his poor ego was bruised and he let toxic masculinity and anger get in the way of better judgment , and he did this for two years and he knew what he had done and he still took great pleasure in afflicting emotional pain to someone who lied to the cops to prevent him from becoming another black man, another hashtag, another beaten or killed by police , another name, another screaming for his mother, another (insert name of black man woman or child who was abused or killed by cops or white supremacy I.e emmitt till, Trayvon martin, Eric Gardner, Mike Brown, Sandra bland, Breonna Taylor, George Floyd etc) and let all these biiitch arss gossip girls and 🐈’s arss male rappers make offensive lyrics about her and make light of her too, (just blatantly dickriding that “man”) and not giving a single fquck by the fact that they are breaking her spiritually and emotionally even after that vertically challenged twat gets his comeuppance and you wonder why I’ll always be heated about this?
That’s a sociopath.
To hell with him.
To hell with everyone dehumanize meg.
May the ancestors strike you down hard
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if you’re still taking prompts, i would love to see unbuttoning your lover's shirt, pressed against the wall :-)
So, here’s the thing – and Buck didn’t mean it in a bad way – but he hadn’t known what to expect from Eddie Diaz, his boyfriend. As close as they were, Eddie was still a relatively private guy, and there were certain things he kept to himself. Even when he’d been dating Ana, Eddie had never rose to Buck’s teasing about sex, and kissing, always smiling, a little bashfully, shaking his head and refusing to answer. Rightly or wrongly, Buck had sort of just assumed that Eddie wasn’t a wildly sexual person.
He had definitely been wrong. Like, one hundred thousand percent wrong. They’d been on a date – which, in itself was ridiculously exciting, because Buck got to do that, now, he got to pick his best friend up, and take him to that Japanese restaurant they’d both been dying to try, and they’d shared food and talked all night and Buck had held Eddie’s hand across the table, and life was pretty fucking perfect.
They’d only slept together twice, so far, which was definitely testing Buck’s patience. He got it – life was busy, and they had a kid, for crying out loud, it was hard to find the time to have all the ridiculous, absolutely banging sex you got to have at the start of a relationship. That was why when Hen had offered to take Christopher to the cinema, and keep him overnight, they had jumped at the chance. He was sure, in time, they’d figure out how to balance being parents, and being in love – they’d sort of just done backwards, perfecting parenting long before they had ever even kissed for the first time.
Buck couldn’t help the grunt that escaped his mouth as Eddie slammed him against the wall, hard enough that a few of the pictures hung in the hallway rattled. The apologetic look Eddie gave him was nothing short of feral, Buck realised, stomach twisting in anticipation as Eddie’s very clever mouth attached itself to Buck’s neck, teeth grazing against the pale skin there.
That was going to bruise.
Eddie Diaz was a damn good kisser. Buck had realised that early on – as little sex as they’d had so far in their relationship, they’d done a hell of a lot of kissing, and – not to be weird about it – Buck could happily climb inside of Eddie’s mouth and stay there forever. Whatever problems Eddie had in previous relationships; kissing was not one of them. Eddie kissed like it was the one thing he was born to do, the embrace always fierce and full of love and grounding, in ways Buck had never experienced before in his life.
“Eddie,” Buck did not whine – he was not a whiner. “Come on, please.”
Eddie pulled back from Buck, taking a second to admire his handiwork before he pressed a kiss to the underside of Buck’s jaw, another to the corner of his mouth. “You look good, like this,” he hummed, trailing kisses down Buck’s neck, pausing, right by Buck’s Adam’s apple, lips hovering there for a minute, counting the pulse of Buck’s throat as he swallowed, practically vibrating with anticipation.
“You always look good,” Buck countered, because it was true; Eddie Diaz was the most gorgeous man alive, and he didn’t realise it, most of the time. He just walked around looking like a model, and Buck had to try and be normal about it.
Eddie’s hands – God, Eddie’s hands, Buck could write a novel about Eddie’s hands – gently brushed over Buck’s chest, lingering, a little, before Eddie’s clever fingers started to unbutton the shirt Buck was wearing. It was the pink one, he knew Eddie loved so much, the one that always had Eddie’s gaze lingering a little longer. Buck knew the pink material was always stretched taunt, over his chest, a little on the small size, the result of Buck’s many months spent in the gym, focused on his chest, and arms, paying off.
Eddie’s mouth was warm, against Buck’s neck, his boyfriend’s lips feeling as though they were hot enough to brand Buck’s skin, as he dragged his mouth across Buck’s chest – marking him as Eddie’s, only Eddie’s. Eddie’s hands were big enough that they spanned nearly the whole of Buck’s ribs, warm, calloused fingers digging into Buck’s sides as Eddie wrestled the last of the buttons open, leaving Buck’s shirt hanging open.
Buck hadn’t realised he had such a thing for hands, before Eddie – and maybe he only had a thing for Eddie’s hands, the way Eddie’s hands were so enormous against the pale skin of Buck’s torso, the way Eddie’s hands traced a gentle pattern down Buck’s sides, making Buck squirm, for a second, not quite ticklish enough for the gesture to draw a laugh, but enough that it made it feel as though every nerve-ending in his body was on edge.
Pressing another kiss to Buck’s lips, Buck’s heart flipped upside down in his chest as Eddie Diaz, the most gorgeous man on the planet, dropped to his knees in front of Buck. This, Buck reminded, as Eddie deftly unbuckled the belt holding Buck’s trousers up (and his mind together, frankly) was new – everything with Eddie still felt so new, and exciting, and overwhelming.
“All good?” Eddie hummed, fingers looped in Buck’s belt loops as he looked up, making for the most magnificent picture, Eddie’s cheeks flushed and his thick thighs straining against the material of his jeans as he knelt on the floor, and God – Buck loved this man. As new and exciting as it all was, he still felt so comfortable, with Eddie, so safe, and so well taken care of.
Buck could hear his own heartbeat in his ears as he nodded. “All good.”
send me a kiss prompt
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ok i saw ur tag on the gifset of carlos from 911ls and my opinion probably doesn’t matter but i started watching ls because i was bored and now i’m on ep 9 and kind of obsessed with it — especially carlos !!!
very valid carlos is worthy of being obsessed with
i've watched till like......i wanna say episode 10 or 11?ish of s2 but i was kinda losing interest so i didnt pick it up after that
i might catch up on it just for carlos tho, if they take his storyline somewhere interesting
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So Yeah, I Was Tagged in Something
I was tagged by @rosinhas-beijinhas so here we go.
Rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better.
Relationship status: single pringle
Favorite color: forest green
Top 3 ships: 13 and Yaz, my roommate and his gf, my other friend and his fiance
Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick.
Favorite piece of music: Mozart Divertimento in D K. 136
Favorite Movie: Master and Commander: Far Side of the World
Tagging these folks right here: @that-twink-composer @bubblegum-cutie @spookyblueboy @sexyheretics @gamotime @witforweeks @yansquid @sibelle-marie
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