#si no eres oops

[mothinabottle]

Se debería hacer un discord en español para dol o una mini comunidad o... 👀

NO MAMES, SIIIII 😭🙏🙏

Tipo, soy bien timida y eso, pero igual le entraria ajsjaj

Se de algunos por aqui q son de latam, aunque no se si alguno tendra un server de disc sobre dol con gente hispanohablante

(Si tienen, pasen xfa. No creo q pueda vc, pero estaré webeando ahi jjjjjj)

[educatedsimps]

— "best brother ever!" tiktok trend with hq men

≪ back to fics masterlist

hq character x gn!reader

a/n: just some more crack filled headcanons while i churn out the rest of the requests 🫡 saw a vid of someone doing this and i was thinking of how the hq characters would react to it LOL hope you enjoyy

cw: fluff, humour, swearing oops, mild suggestiveness towards the end ?

The trend:

"Babe, come 'ere!"

Curious, your boyfriend stepped into the living room where you had your camera set up on a tripod pointing towards you. When he reached your side, you pointed at the camera and explained, "We're gonna do a tiktok trend so just stand here, okay?"

He nodded, before smiling a little and waving at the camera.

Grabbing onto his waist protectively, you spoke to the camera. "If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to get through me first."

Then you leaned up and kissed him on the lips. He smiled into the kiss, happily kissing you back. Pulling away, you gave him a side hug and turned to the camera, dropping the bomb with a shit eating grin on your face.

"Best brother ever!!"

The reaction:

atsumu and oikawa would scream. and i mean scream. like they're in a horror movie or smth "AYO WHAT THE FUCK???" with all the dramatic facial expressions and hand gestures like bro shut up my eardrums are gonna explode 💀

tanaka, nishinoya and bokuto are the slow processors. they'd just keep smiling and would only get it right before you stop the video. he's HORRIFIED and whipping his head at you like "WHAT DID YOU SAYYY" you cannot stop laughing and poor guy's probably traumatised.

kageyama, hinata and ushijima would be confused. like "why'd you say that? i'm not your brother" or even better, "you don't have a brother" and you'll be looking at the camera like jim from the office like does he not get it ?? 😭💀

akaashi and shirabu would stand there staring at you with the most incredulous look on his face. he'd lowkey be judging you and be like "wHat..." sorry babe it's just a prank 🥰

semi would choke on his laughter and shove you away saying stfu but he'd be laughing about it and he'd probably help you post it afterwards. this man is so... HAHAHAHA i love him 😂

sakusa would also shove you away saying stfu but he's lunging to grab the phone so you can't post it (you'll still post it anyway LOL)

tsukki is all three of the above. would look at you with the MOST JUDGY face on earth before shoving you out of the camera frame saying stfu

kenma, osamu and suna would have the most DISGUSTED look on his face and you can't help but laugh at how his face is scrunched up and pinched together

kita would have the most disappointed look on his face like you'd honestly regret doing the tiktok (it's still funny tho. 10/10 would post)

iwaizumi would freeze, slowly turn to you and stare at you with the same face he made when oikawa asked him "iwa-chan, are you my mom?" HAHAHAHSJHJVF GOODBYE

daichi and suga would be like "bruh". nothing else. just pure "bruh" 😐

matsukawa, hanamaki and kuroo WOULD GO ALONG WITH IT HAHAHAHA "yeah best lil sis/bro ever" AND THEN KISS YOU ON CAMERA AGAIN, EVEN DEEPER THIS TIME 💀 then you'd collapse laughing together

tendō would turn his head, look at you with a loving smile and say "what the fuck did you just say?"

asahi would not know how to respond so he's just standing there looking between you and the camera like "huh..."

futakuchi "this ain't alabama, babe..."

extra thoughts!

after you record all that, iwaizumi and akaashi (he a freaky one 👀) will smirk, smack ur ass and say "best little sibling ever" before kissing u deep 🫶 do what you will with that information

also if tsukki was in a good mood, he'd prolly play along but in the most sarcastic way possible HAHAHA like "yeah, best little sibling ever" before kissing you out of frame lol

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[fairlyang]

Dos Locos 🕷️

ཐིཋྀ W/C: 1.8K

ཐིཋྀ PAIRING: ex!miguel x latina!reader

ཐིཋྀ TAGS: 18+ smut. toxic af, broken up, pettiness, cheating x2 (never do this), still so toxic, unprotected sex, being insufferable x2, awful humans, creampie

notes: i wrote the beginning on the last day of may i’m so dead😭 kinda back to writing for mig again 😀 july was for qimir oops. also was thinking of insomniac peter not peter b but it doesn’t matter sjsjsjjs

Broken up. Separated. End of. Not together.

You and Miguel both decided to break up because the relationship had gotten so toxic over the past year and you were both growing tired of it. So you ended it mutually but deep down you weren’t over him and he wasn’t over you either. after all it was a three year relationship.

Unfortunately you were both stubborn and were not going to make the first move to get back together or have one final fling. Especially since you found out he was on some petty shit after a month of being broken up and already seeing someone new.

in another world where his brother Gabriel wasn’t taken, he would’ve been the first choice. but you weren’t a homewrecker. famous last words.

So you did the only logical thing you could think of and hit up one of his work friends because you needed to out-petty him.

You ended liking him the tiniest bit and it may not have been so healthy to do it so soon after the breakup but you couldn’t help it.

Peter was just so sweet and funny, and didn’t nag at you over the littlest of things.

It was a surprise when you started officially going out with him two weeks after that. You saw him nearly everyday and he always spoiled you. Maybe a bit of love bombing but it was just so nice. it was a huge difference from the end of your relationship with Miguel.

You didn’t even care when you found out Miguel was also going out with that girl you saw him with two months ago.

After all, you were broken up, right?

imagine knowing damn well you’re both seeing other people, hell just full on taken but after an accidental sighting of each other at a bar you ended up in a hotel room together.

both of you folding like a book as if you weren’t in supposed happy relationships. neither of you could deny your feelings for each other and the chemistry was still there as if it never left.

so it wasn’t much of a surprise when he was on top of you, pounding into you as if the breakup never happened.

but his dirty words would quickly remind you.

“eres tan terca-“ he groans as you roll your eyes. (you’re so stubborn)

you had been denying that you missed him since you entered the room. he wasn’t wrong but you weren’t going to be the first to openly and verbally admit it.

“lo dices como si tu no eres!” you scoff making him grunt. (you say it as if you aren’t!)

“you’re a pain in my ass.” he mutters making you chuckle.

“yet here you are fucking me.” you spat quickly earning yourself an eye roll.

he was already so tired of your shit. it’s like he’s getting reminded of the reasons you broke up in the first place. it was bad enough you were as or even more stubborn than him but for it to not even stop while he was fucking you?

even after three months had passed?

and the fact that he liked it? he knew there was something wrong with him.

so he did what logically made sense in his head and started giving you deeper thrusts while keeping his same brutally fast pace.

you yelped and squirmed around but he held your legs in place. you bit your lip and gave him a glare.

how was it possible for him to be this annoying and still not put you off?

the grip he still has on you made you sick.

“aw estás enojada?” he teases making you let out a groan. (aww are you mad?)

he was just so aggravating. but lord was the bickering so badly missed.

so you decided to change the topic on the argument. just to have a slight upper hand.

“so are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?” you say breathlessly.

“what the fact that you practically jumped into my arms first chance you got?” he murmurs with a smirk.

you shake your head and roll your eyes, “that is not what happened-“ you start but cut yourself off, “how about the fact that you moved on after a fucking month?”

“what jealous?” he taunts and you groan again.

“you fucking wish.” you say and give him a grin.

“if anything you wished i was jealous.” he says stifling a laugh back.

“oh please.” you scoff and he shrugs before coming down so his face was closer to yours.

your hands were on his biceps, because if there was one thing you missed was having them to grip on to. Peter was rather… scrawny.

and as if reading your mind, he continued. “did you think you’d really make me jealous with Puny Parker?” he laughs, making you groan.

“i wasn’t trying to make anyone jealous.” you quickly defended yourself but he didn’t believe a word.

“yeah okay.” he mumbles and holds back a smile.

he did miss this, so of fucking course he was jealous. he was so fucking pissed when Peter started talking about chasing after a girl he was crushing on only to find out it was you.

he wanted to kill him.

but then he realized he shouldn’t be jealous. you weren’t his anymore and he had Dana. he should be more than happy and not jealous out of his mind but yet you always haunted his thoughts, dreams, hell he nearly moaned out your name when Dana was sucking him off.

he fucking knew Peter was giving you eyes but you always claimed he was just being nice.

nice would be letting you go without any marks on your body. even that was pushing it.

he quickly decided against it and leaned down, letting go of one of your legs to squeeze your left breast before sucking on your nipple. he moaned and pulled slightly back before he flicked his tongue over it,

he then went higher and kissed the top of your breast, everything happening so fast your mind didn’t even process when he started to suck onto your skin.

you gasped and smacked his arm before trying to push him away but he wasn’t budging. now you were getting worried.

sure you knew you’d have to face the music at some point but now with a fucking bright ass mark on your breast you’d have a harder time dragging it out.

“estás loco!!!” you hissed and he finally pulled away, with the biggest shit-eating grin. (you’re crazy!!!)

he decided to finally fall into being honest.

“por ti lo soy. quisite escuchar eso verdad?” he murmured and you feel your face flush. (for you i am. you wanted to hear that right?)

he moaned as you clenched against him, a big indicator that he was right. your body always gave you away and you wouldn’t even be able to lie about it.

“you’ve been dying to hear me admit how badly i missed you, haven’t you?. how i missed your hugs, missed your cooking, your kisses?” he admits and you bit your lip trying to fight the urge to give in.

his hand went up to your cheek, forcibly making you lock eyes with him. as if things couldn’t get worse he just kept going, “wanted to hear how fucking badly i missed your mouth? how fucking much i’ve been needing your pussy?”

his tone hit you and you couldn’t stop the moan from leaving your lips. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slowed down, focusing on hitting it deeper inside you.

“ahora dime, soy el único loco?” he asks and you look back at him, beyond happy. (now tell me, am i the only crazy one?)

because you knew it and were glad it was mutual, and because you didn’t give in first.

he looked at you expectantly, he knew the truth the whole time but he knew with his admission that yours would follow.

you quickly wrapped you arms around his neck, bringing him closer before whispering, “somos un par de locos.” (we’re a pair of crazy people)

he leaned in and kissed you. you kissed him back immediately and it instantly turned into a heated kiss with his tongue clashing with yours. his hands were all over you and yours moved to scratch at his back because him fucking you again was what you’ve been craving.

he went back to pounding into you like there was no tomorrow and knew he wasn’t going to stop until he came inside you. he was already feeling so close and with the way you squeezed him to perfection like you always did, it wasn’t the tiniest bit surprising.

he pulled away so you could both catch your breath but mostly because he wanted to see your face. he loved looking at you when you came. even more so when you came at the same time.

he leaned his forehead to yours, his eyes all glossy, and his thrusts becoming slopping. you clenched against him and felt your orgasm build up quickly. “missed you so much baby.” you whimpered and he nodded, pieces of his hair falling down.

“you have no idea how much i missed you mami.” he murmured making you moan and hold onto his face as your legs began shaking.

“moaned your name instead of his.” you admitted making him smile.

“nearly did the same.” he chuckled making you laugh.

you were truly so alike. in more ways than you could ever count.

“you’re gonna call him after this and tell him to fuck off.” he muttered and you could only whimper.

“you’re all fucking mine i don’t care.” he purred and grabbed your hand, intertwining it with his.

“toda mía, verdad hermosa?” he murmured and you quickly moan out a yes which was enough to push you both off the edge. (all mine, right beautiful?)

he groaned as he spilled his load inside you, making sure it was as deep as possible before doing slow thrusts to ride out your highs. your legs shook and your cries only drove him more insane.

he kissed your forehead as you brought your legs down and he slowly started to slip out of you. as much as he wants you to keep all his cum, he knew you were about to knock out.

his dick slipped out with a loud plop and his cum oozed out and dripped down to your asshole. he quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, getting a towel before running back to you to clean you up.

you closed your eyes as he made sure every drop came out and he softly cleaned you up before throwing the towel away and getting back into bed.

you quickly got comfortable on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and lifting the blanket over your bodies, so happy to have you back.

[shinyhappysims]

Sunday, 2:14 PM, Saelim household, Tomarang

Aaliyah: Thank you for the milk tea, Jamilah. It’s delicious.

Jamilah: Of course, sis. Oh, and congratulations on losing weight! You were starting to look a little stout. Glad you got that under control.

Aaliyah: I’ve lost weight? Er… thanks… I guess?

Jamilah: You’re welcome! You know, you’re the first in the family to come see the church down here, other than Mom, Dad and Aunt Nnadi.

Aaliyah: Oh really? I’ll be sure to bring Imani with me next time. I’m not sure if Cousin Ebenezer’s style of preaching is Rahim or Malik’s speed.

Jamilah: *scoffs* Not everyone can handle the true word of God.

Aaliyah: Um, yeah! Anyways, Cousin Ebenezer sure did preach a good word today. Trusting in God’s timing. I really needed to hear that. I haven’t really told many people but I’ve been struggling with secondary infertility and had a miscarriage recently. I’d love for God to bless Colby and I with more children but I guess God will let us know when we’re ready.

Jamilah: Wow Aaliyah, that… sucks. Like, really sucks. I guess I’m lucky that I haven’t gone through anything like that.

Aaliyah: It’s been hard, but it’ll be okay. I trust God. Just keep me in your prayers.

Jamilah: You always are, sister. Out of respect for your situation, I won’t tell you that I’m pregnant with number 3 right now.

Aaliyah: You… you just did.

Jamilah: Huh? *gasps* Oops! I totally didn’t realize. But yeah, I’ll be praying for you sister.

[anintrovertwriter]

Pablo Gavi Imagine - Parking lot ( en espanol)

Pablo Gavi, Aparcamiento 

Estaba en los camerinos, esperando a Pablo para recogerlo y volver a casa. El partido de esta noche se acabó con un empate contra el Athletic Club Bilbao. Fue un partido bastante equilibrado. Bilbao siempre fue un equipo difícil de jugar contra. 

Estaba hablando con su hermana y el hermano de Pedri, Fernando cuando recibí un mensaje. 

“Puedes bajar al coche. Llego en diez minutos”

Al ver el mensaje, comprendí que le pesaba el empate de hoy. El resultado no afectaba el liderazgo del Barça en la Liga, pero la diferencia de puntos entre ellos y el Real disminuia. Yo bien sabía que no iba a ser el más feliz cuando lo iba a encontrar en pocos minutos. 

Jugó bien, hizo una asistencia para Ferran, pero sabía que no iba a celebrar un empate. 

Tenía un carácter de lo más competitivo que le costaba peleas en la cancha, varias faltas y tarjetas amarillas. Cada vez que lo veía al suelo, no podía evitar estar estresada si le había ocurrido algo serio o que iba a ser expulsado por su exceso de compromiso en el juego. 

Me despedí de mis amigos para bajar a recoger el coche y esperar a Pablo aca. 

Todavía había aficionados en el aparcamiento, pero fui discreta para llegar a mi coche. No habíamos oficializado nada, porque pensamos que nuestra relación no le debería importar a otros, sino a nosotros y a nuestros parientes. 

Fue Pedri quien lo llevó al estadio porque deberían llegar más temprano que nosotros los espectadores para el discurso del mister, el calentamiento y toda la preparación que se requiere para jugar un partido en el Camp Nou. 

Entré en mi coche, y le avisé con un mensaje, pero sabía que no lo iba a leer porque lo vi en el aparcamiento llegando solito. Pero no fue tan solo porque fue seguido por aficionados que querían una foto o autógrafo en una camiseta.  Me vio e intentó acelerar el movimiento pero fue sin contar con las personas cada vez más numerosas que se acercaban de él. Vi el cambio en su cara, porque tanto a él como yo, no le gustaba estar rodeado por gente, sobre todo al momento de irse y con las cámaras delante de su carita y en mi dirección. Pablo pasó mucho tiempo con los aficionados, pero ahora supe que prefería que no fuera el caso. Le vi disculparse y dirigiéndose hacia el coche. 

Me preparé y ya había arrancado el coche, para huir lo más rápido posible. 

Entró, puso sus cosas detrás y me beso la mejilla brevemente, pero todavía tuve el tiempo de inspirar y oler a su perfume, lo que subió mucho mi ansiedad frente a los fans.

Cuando vimos a toda la gente que se acercaba del coche, móvil en la mano, me asusté y Pablo lo entendí de pronto.

“ Vamos, salimos de aquí. Pero antes voy a hacer algo"

"Qué ?"

No tuvo el tiempo de contestar porque bajó la ventanilla y dijo 

“ Mi novia y yo queremos un poco de respeto. Gracias”

Lo miré con una cara, una mezcla de admiración, de orgullo y de amor infinito por este chico. 

“ Voy un poco lento porque no quiero matar a alguien y porque sigo siendo bajo el shock de tu declaración " dije con una sonrisa 

"Me enfadaron y sé que te causa ansiedad cuando hacen esto. Pero ahora, todo estará bien amor, dijo, una mano en mi rodilla”

Disfruté de la oportunidad de una luz roja para darme la vuelta y mirarle 

“ ¿Estás seguro ? Ahora van a tener fotos y saber que tienes una novia "

"Claro que estoy seguro. No me gusta cuando invaden nuestra intimidad pero ahora no podrían inventar relaciones con princesas o modelos. Porque ya tengo a mi reina", dijo con un guiño.

Ríe y nos miramos con tanto amor que  mi corazón casi exploto. 

“ ¡Qué romántico !” Quise continuar pero un claxon me sacó de la mirada y deje un “oops” antes de arrancar rápidamente

“ Sabes, verte conducir no me da la gana de conducir yo mismo"

"Y eso por qué ? "

"Eres muy guapa y sexy cuando conduces, una mano en el volante y la otra en mi pierna o entrelazada con mi mano"

"Voy a llevarte todos los días al entrenamiento entonces jaja. No trabajo y voy a ser tu chofer oficial"

"Me parece bien “ 

Su móvil sonó y la cara de Pedri apareció en la pantalla riendo como un loco 

“ ¿Qué te pasa hermano ?" Dijo Pablo, desconcertado 

"No sabia que te convirtió en un árbitro en el aparcamiento "

"¿Qué dices por dios ?"

"Ya se encuentra en las redes tu cara enojada pidiendo respeto para tu novia" 

"Alla vamos", dije 

"No me estoy burlando de él Y/N"

Pablo se mofó de él enseguida pero Pedri no le dio la oportunidad de contestar

"En serio, no soy de broma, Pablo es tu caballero para defenderte cuando la gente puede ser invasiva. Solo para decir enhorabuena niños y ahora podré mostrar como eres con tu chica “

No nos dejó el tiempo de contestar y colgó el teléfono sin avisar. 

"Es terrible él no ?”  

Asiente mientras aparcaba  el coche frente a nuestra casa. 

En camino por entrar me dijo 

“ No tenias frio así ? "Dijo, mostrando mi abrigo

"No y además  tenía una manta , mira la cara que teníamos con Sira, le dije mostrando la foto que la novia de Ferran y yo sacamos durante el partido. Sabes que nunca íbamos a ver el partido adentro." Sonrió  un poco, pero vi que estaba pensando en el partido

"Amor, jugaste bien y el equipo también. Ven aquí Golden Boy” dijo, mis manos ya en su talla para atraerle contra mi. 

Se relajo un poco 

"Créeme amor. Ya seguimos líder de la liga, nunca los madridistas van a doblarnos "

"¿Nos ? ¿Juegas también ? "

"No me viste ? Con mi super numero ?"

Dijo mientras abría mi abrigo para que se pudiera ver la camiseta blaugrana. Me hizo dar la vuelta para ver, lo que sabía de antemano, su nombre y el número 30. 

Mi tentativa funciono al oír su risa justo antes de sentir sus labios sobre las mías, dándome un beso que recibí con placer. Nunca me cansaría de estar en sus brazos y besarle. 

“ Vamos adentro amor  o nos vamos a congelar” Me tomo la mano y entramos en la casa, muy felices de estar juntos. 

[ghqstfqce]

Holaa!! Espero tengas un buen día, ¿Podrías hacer unos headcanons de cómo sería ser amigos de la infancia de RZ Michael y Dwight? (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠), Si es posible, que haya romance de por medio(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾)Pronombres neutros o femeninos<3 Graciasss

Pairing || RZ ! Michael Myers x GN ! Reader — Dwight Fairfield x GN ! Reader

TW || SFW. Mención de acoso escolar, asesinato y maltrato animal, pero no hay nada gráfico, creo que solo hago mención de ello. Reader moralmente gris en el de Michael. Después de los headcanons son totalmente adultos, pero sigue siendo SFW<3.

WA || 1.1k [No esperaba escribir tanto, oops]

AN || Amo tanto estas solicitudes con kaomojis, son tan tiernas, bruh. Me siento algo insegurx con la sección de Dwight, espero te guste<3.

RZ ! Michael Myers

• Era una vista curiosa ante los maestros y cualquier adulto en el pueblo. Michael no era el niño más "agradable" ante todos y tú en el mejor de los casos eras calladx, ¿como es que se hicieron amigxs?

• Llorar cada que te enseñará su nueva, o antigua, mascota muerta. Después de eso evitaría decirte que los mató, pero con el tiempo tendrías que aceptarlo (T/N).

• Rara vez podrías ir a su casa. Tus padres no lo decían, pero no querían mucho a la familia Myers. Aun así, no dudarías en traer a Michael a tu casa o pasar todo el día con él fuera de casa, nadie los detendría de su tiempo de caridad travesuras.

• Está listo para golpear a algunas perras que te estaban molestando, niños o niñas, él no permitirá que hablen mal de su madre y menos de ti, son lo más preciado que tiene junto a Baby Boo.

• Su enfermerx y coartada principal, sería ya una costumbre cargar un botiquín de primeros auxilios para nudillos raspados y unx mentirosx de primera para cuando preguntaran por el culpable de esos niños heridos.

• Sabías que ese último Halloween, cuando eran niños, algo andaba mal y era algo más que su idiota hermana dejándolos solos, pero aun así trataste de hacer lo mejor para Michael.

• Parecían ser negro y blanco, pero en algún punto hay algo que los une, así que te sientes tan mal porque sea llevado. Discutirás con quien te diga que hizo algo malo, eres fiel creyente que Michael solo hizo lo que debía hacer y no dudarás en recordárselos a todos esos adultos idiotas.

Ese lado molesto en ti te dice que no deberías estar tan tranquilx mientras este gran, aterrador y enmascarado hombre se eleva sobre ti, pero sabes quien se oculta tras esa máscara y no puedes estar más feliz. Cualquier persona de fuera diría que estas mal de la cabeza, como puedes verlo con esa gran sonrisa en tu rostro y ojos de corazón aunque la sangre manche su ropa, acercando lentamente tu mano para recargarla donde estaría su mejilla.

— Te he extrañado Michael.

No hay respuesta, no la esperabas, habías ido a visitar a Michael con la señora Myers y seguiste yendo aun cuando ella ya no estaba, no dejaste de ir aun cuando creciste, sabías que no hablaría y no lo forzarias. De joven no habías pensando en Michael como un potencial novio, eran solo niños; pero conforme crecías y Michael mucho más, no pudiste evitar las mariposas y el calor que despertaba en tu estómago.

Eras de Michael desde mucho antes que llegarán a la pubertad, con toda esa protección y cuidado que te podía dar un niño tan lastimado como él, pero solo faltaba que te enteraras tú y aceptar esos sentimientos es lo que hiciste.

— Debemos limpiarte, no ha de ser cómodo tu estado actual.– Dándole una última mirada al estado de su ropa, no dudaste en soltar su mejilla y tomar su mano libre para llevarlo en dirección al segundo piso. Sabías que Loomis y las autoridades vendrían, nunca fuiste silencix sobre tu afecto al gran asesino, pero por el momento toda tu atención estaría sobre él.

Dwight Fairfield

• Eras calladx, si, pero no uno para jugar al tímidx, así que no es de extrañar que fueras tú quien se acercó a Dwight y dio inicio a su amistad. Dwight te había mirado algo preocupado y listo para ser molestado, pero cuando pasó su pánico, no dudo en aceptar tu amistad.

• Siempre serían los que se sientan hasta atrás en el salón de clases, uno al lado del otro y ni entrando a preparatoria esto cambiaría, no se sentía cómodo estar lejos del otro.

• No habría día en el que estarían en la casa del otro, menos los domingos, sus madres casi rogaban para que se separaran ese día, y aun así, no les duraba el gusto, en el momento que se encontrarán de nuevo no se separarían. Eran niñxs tranquilxs en su totalidad, así que no podían sentirse molestas con ustedes.

• No eran mucho de meterse en peleas, pasaban la mayor parte del tiempo en la biblioteca o bajo árboles en el patio, pero no dudarías en soltar algunas palabras afiladas a quienes tratarán de comentar algo sobre Dwight y si llegaba a los golpes, tus padres tratarían de no reír al verte, tan pequeñx y el pelo despeinado de rodar en el arenero por unos niños molestos.

• Volviendo a la biblioteca, siempre tomarían el mismo libro para leerlo a la par del otro y en el proceso ir hablando de lo que les parecía. Al principio él se sentiría temeroso de opinar, pero con tu insistencia y respuestas a sus comentarios se animaría cada vez. La bibliotecaria se sentía mal de interrumpirlos, pero aún tenían que mantener la voz baja.

• Rompiendo su timidez, fue Dwight quien te invito a salir a mitad de la preparatoria y tú estarías tan feliz de aceptar, casi podías asegurar que amabas a Dwight desde el jardín de infantes y aun así no fuiste consciente hasta la secundaria, fue un alivio que él de declarará o habrías explotado.

• Nunca habías pensando que "imponerte" a ese niño solitario en el área de juegos te llevaría a esto, pero no podrías decir que te quejabas. Querías a Dwight desde que eran niños y ahora podías demostrar cuánto había evolucionado ese querer.

Sabías que no deberían estar besando, por lo menos no aquí y aunque podías escuchar a alguien gritar de forma dolorosa de fondo, no podías separarte, no planeabas separarte de Dwight. Se había ido o más bien, había desaparecido y no fueron solo horas o unos días, estuvo fuera por meses y aunque todos te decían que simplemente se había levantado y marchado cansado de ti, te negabas a creerlo.

Separándose por la falta de aire, te mantuviste aun cerca, tocando todo de lo que pudieras de él con tus manos y recorrías su rostro y lo que alcanzas de su cuerpo con la mirada. Dwight, tu Dwight estaba aquí y aunque por la mirada aterrada, y de tristeza, en su rostro no era lo que quería para ti, no pudiste ocultar tu alegría por verlo.

— ¡No vuelvas a hacerme eso, Dwight Fairfield!

— L-Lo siento...

Y por supuesto que se disculparia, aun cuando claramente fue tomado contra su voluntad de su tranquila vida y arrastrado a este infierno. Riendo y con lágrimas corriendo por tus mejillas, lo abrazaste con fuerza mientras ocultabas tu rostro contra su cuello. Sentías que alguien se acercaba y como tus latidos aumentaban sin control te decía que no era nadie bueno, no sabías cómo era posible, aun así lo abrazaste tan fuerte como pudiste antes de soltarlo.

— Hay tanto que necesito que me digas y deseo decirte, pero por el momento, guíame en esto, si?

Sin responder verbalmente, tomo tu mano dándote un fuerte pero reconfortante apretón y te jalo para empezar a correr en dirección contraria a la otra persona en el área.

[demonio-de-bolsillo]

Si eres de mi rancho Monterrey , México y vas a ir a la oops pues ahí échate una visita por mi puesto con mis amigxs que son un amor de persona y de artistas.🍓💖🍓💖🍓💖

[heaveniswy]

Ahora te toca leerme, lo siento !!

No sé si decir que me sorprende la manera en la que congeniamos y conectamos tan rápido desde el día uno, no estoy seguro de si es la palabra correcta, porque después de tres años yo te veo y sé que no hay una forma de compartir mi tiempo contigo sin caer rendido a tus pies y sintiéndome como la persona más enamorada que ha pisado la tierra.

Conocerte y estar contigo me enseñó a cómo alguien puede enamorarse de hasta el más mínimo detalle de otra persona. Amarme, y dejarme amarte, es la experiencia más bonita que me has podido dar. Por eso, si existiéramos en otros universos haría exactamente todo igual contigo. Llegaría a Instagram mil veces, y subiría esa historia otras mil veces sólo para que tú la votes. Haría todo de nuevo por pasar nuevamente esa etapa en la que soy un turista que termina encantado con una chica bonita fan de los musicales, oops.

Leer y ver cositas viejas de nosotros me da ese sentimiento de nostalgia y felicidad de saber que sientes lo mismo por mí así como yo lo hago.

No pude haber elegido a una mejor compañera, tú eres mi confidente y todo lo que busco en una persona. Siempre lo has sido y siempre lo serás. Lo repetiré las veces que sean necesarias para que jamás dudes de lo mucho que te amo, y del lugarcito que ocupas en mi corazón. Porque fuiste, eres y serás siempre el amor de mi vida. Mi complemento, mi personita mágica y a quien más amo.

Te amo y necesitaba escribirte esto <3

[444namesplus]

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[bookishnerdlove]

120DMC - Capitulo 6.1

Parte 1   Marcus estaba comprensiblemente eufórico cuando escuchó que Juliet lo había elegido como el ideal de novio. "Sabía que la señorita Juliet era inteligente, pero ¿tienes tan buen ojo para la gente?" "Basta. Es una chica de catorce años. Hasta ahora, solo ha conocido a Ben, que venía de vez en cuando a ayudar con las renovaciones de la mansión”. "¿Qué quieres decir Elle...?” Hélouise entrecerró los ojos y sonrió. “Marcus Hanger es lo peor prospecto en cuanto al matrimonio.” “No quiero escucharlo de alguien que se casó con Marcus Hanger”. "Es un matrimonio falso." “¿No estás casada conmigo, aunque sea falso? Juramos frente de todos amarnos hasta la muerte." Marcus tomó su mano y la besó suavemente. Hélouise fingió deliberadamente limpiarse el dorso de la mano en su chaqueta y Marcus se rió con picardía. “Si haces esto, no te daré mi regalo”. "¡Oh Dios mío! ¡Dijiste que le darías cualquier cosa a la novia de la familia Hanger!” Hélouise fingió estar sorprendida. "¿No estabas diciendo que es un matrimonio falso?" “Oh, pero estás casado conmigo incluso si es falso, ¿verdad? Juraste frente de todos amarme hasta la muerte." Hélouise le tendió la mano, repitiendo lo que acababa de decir Marcus. Marcus rió impotente y le dio unas palmaditas en la mejilla. "Te lo daré si me besas". “¡Ja!” Hélouise finalmente se rió. Sin duda sabía cómo adaptarse al estado de ánimo de una mujer, y su ingenio también era excelente. Tal vez, si otro hombre le dijera algo así, Hélouise le daría una bofetada en la mejilla o lo ignoraría, diciendo que no valía la pena tratar con él. Pero no podía divertirse por las bromas de Marcus. Ahora, su movimiento de golpear su sentido crítico fue ligero y frívolo, pero eso complació bastante a Hélouise. Si hubiera incluso un poco de sinceridad en ello, ella también habría sido seria, pero cada movimiento de ese playboy susurraba como una brisa primaveral pasajera y no tenía tanto peso en ella ni en sus pensamientos. Entonces, Hélouise respondió felizmente. "No sabía que eras un hombre mezquino que pone condiciones a los regalos, ¿lo eres?" "¿No te gusta eso?" El hombre preguntó en voz baja y Hélouise casi se sonrojó por un momento, pero tranquilamente agitó su mano y sonrió. “No delante de todos”. Logan, que había estado sentado frente a ellos todo el tiempo, fue sarcástico. "Ustedes dos se ven muy bien juntos". Hélouise se sorprendió por las palabras de Logan. Fue porque parecía estar señalando que solo estaban jugando llenos de amor. Sin embargo, Marcus respondió descaradamente. "¿Qué, Logan, estás celoso?" “¿Yo? ¿Del joven maestro?” Logan respondió en un tono que decía que estaba diciendo todo tipo de cosas raras, pero Marcus respondió con un sonido inesperado. “No, de Elle.” “… ¿Estás loco?" "¡Jajaja! Logan. Lo siento, no lo entendí por qué has estado a mi lado durante años, aunque te quejes de que estar a mi lado llevando un trabajo tan extremo. Pero, mi corazón es solo para la Duquesa Bellona...” “Tú, de verdad no tienes remedio…” Logan miró hacia otro lado y se quejó de que no podía soportarlo. Hélouise volvió a reírse. ⋘⤎⧪⤏⋙ Lo que Marcus había preparado era un sombrero de mimbre cubierto con hermosas flores. “Ayer vi a una señora con flores frescas en su sombrero, y era muy bonita. Pensé en ti." Hélouise refunfuñó al ver el sombrero de mimbre bellamente decorado con stokes azules y espuelas de color blanco. “Por alguna razón, dijo que sería bueno para usar con un vestido azul”. "Oops, no intento obligarte a que lo aceptes". Marcus sonrió y le tendió la sombrerera. Hélouise sacó el sombrero y lo miró fijamente. Mi corazón estaba latiendo. Antes de llegar a Cliff, el mejor sombrero que tenía era uno de lana gris. Originalmente era la gorra de su padre, pero cuando ella acababa de empezar a trabajar como tutora, le había fijado una cinta de seda negra encima para que pareciera rígida y envejecida. En el verano, la tela blanca se unía al sombrero de paja en forma de cinta, pero después de unos años, parecía desgastado, por lo que lo reemplazó con una sombrilla. Pensé que debería comprarme un buen sombrero si ahorraba dinero, pero siempre estaba muy lejos. Por supuesto, Marcus ya le había regalado otros lindos sombreros. Fue en el camerino justo antes de la boda. Pero la alegría de Hélouise provino de un lugar ligeramente diferente. Para ella, los regalos siempre se recibían en ocasiones especiales. En su cumpleaños o en el aniversario de alguien, Hélouise recibía regalos de amigos y alumnos de su enseñanza. Cosas como cintas pequeñas, galletas y frascos de vidrio con mermelada. Sin embargo, al menos de vez en cuando, todo el mundo debe haber soñado con un amante que de repente les dio un bonito regalo en un día cualquiera, diciendo: "Pensé en ti". Y Hélouise también pensaba así. Cuando era una niña que soñaba con que aún podía casarme, o cuando la vida era demasiado difícil. En un día que no era nuestro aniversario, había momentos en los que imaginaba a mi esposo dándome un hermoso regalo y diciendo: 'Pensé en ti'. No sabía que futuro marido sería uno falso. Hélouise miró a Marcus. Él preguntó con una sonrisa, sin darse cuenta de su velocidad. "¿Te gusta?" “… Sí. Muchísimo." Diciendo eso, Hélouise se puso el sombrero. Logan corrigió un poco el ángulo. "Por cierto, tengo este otro presente". Incluso entre susurros, no me olvidé de mi servidor público. El regalo que Marcus había preparado no era solo un sombrero. Lord Leppenders sonrió y la saludó. “Este es Albert Leppenders. Dijo que estaba buscando a alguien que fuera un buen maestro para su hija”. Sorprendentemente, Marcus había terminado de hablar con Sir Leppenders en un día. ¿Seguramente ayer este hombre volvió a la mansión con él? Hélouise, miró a Marcus con recelo, él le dio un golpecito en la mejilla de nuevo. Hélouise arrugó la nariz y fingió tirar de él como si no pudiera dejarlo ganar. Marcus Hanger, que solo fingía, coloca la mejilla frente a su rostro como si la arrastrara con naturalidad. Quiero decir, parecía realmente bueno en este tipo de contacto. Hélouise dudó por un momento antes de besarlo en la mejilla. Lord Leppenders, que era considerablemente mayor que ellos dos, sonrió satisfecho a la joven pareja. “No pude despedirme ayer. Debería haber saludado también, pero mi esposa, que debería estar protegiendo la mesa conmigo, había desaparecido...” "Oh, Dios mío, ¿lo hizo?" "Sí. Estaba cansada, regresó a casa temprano. Si tienes la oportunidad, saluda a mi esposa más tarde. No vino hoy porque tengo un asunto personal". “También me gustaría saludar a la Sra. Leppenders”. Después de un intercambio casual de saludos, Hélouise discutió el horario de su visita con Lord Leppenders. "Después del período de primavera de Cliff, visitaré la mansión para averiguar el nivel de la señorita Juliet". Lord Leppenders se inclinó con gracia. Hélouise se sintió mejor al instante. ¡Lord Leppenders era un caballero muy educado! Si tienes a un hombre como tu maestro, no habrá más desgracias donde Juliet nombra al chico más loco que Hélouise haya visto como el nombre del hombre que quiere conocer en matrimonio. ⋘⤎⧪⤏⋙ Incluso en el segundo día del festival, Hélouise terminó de buen humor. Todas las damas elogiaron el sombrero de mimbre que le regaló Marcus. "¡Cómo puede una flor fresca ser tan modesta!" No sé si lo dijo en serio o no, pero de todos modos, Hélouise estaba de buen humor. La intensa luz del sol fue bloqueada por el sombrero de mimbre, por lo que sus mejillas no estaban demasiado calientes. “Ahora que lo pienso, ¿no buscaste a la Duquesa hoy? ¿Por qué te quedas a mi lado...?” “Um, Hélouise. Te lo dije. Soy el hombre que se ha enamorado de ti por el momento.” Marcus acompañó a Hélouise fuera del carruaje con una gran sonrisa. Logan, que lo estaba siguiendo, interfirió. “Hoy la Duquesa Bellona no vino a la playa”. "Oh, vaya, eso tiene más sentido". Diciendo eso, Hélouise puso los ojos en blanco hacia Marcus. Marcus se apresuró a disculparse. "¡Por supuesto! Pensé que sería un gran día si pudiera decir algunas palabras con la Duquesa, pero de todos modos, planeé quedarme a tu lado todo el día de hoy”. “Sí, que gran honor”. Hélouise se quitó el sombrero y entró en la mansión Noskina con una actitud sarcástica. El sol se estaba poniendo, y ceremoniosamente le entregó el sombrero. Marcus parecía triste y fingió ser lamentable, pero Hélouise sonrió y le pellizcó la nariz. Curiosamente, los dos se enteraron en la mansión de Noskina por qué la Duquesa Bellona no había ido a la playa. La vizcondesa Noskina estaba en la cena, resentida por la repentina visita de la Duquesa a la mansión hoy a la hora del almuerzo. “¡Esa mujer es realmente irremediable! ¡La cortesía es algo que no puedo encontrar a menos que me lave los ojos y la busque!” "¿Vino la Duquesa Bellona a la mansión?" "¡Sí! ¡Llegó de repente e incluso pidió almorzar!” Los dos abrieron los ojos y se miraron. Según su tía, la Duquesa apareció repentinamente frente a la mansión durante un almuerzo tardío. Con un par de sirvientes y la Sra. Leppenders con ella. “Entonces esos asuntos personales…” “Fue una visita a nuestra casa. Al parecer." Marcus sonrió con amargura. La Sra. Noskina se enojó mientras cenaba. La Duquesa dijo que le gustó mucho el bosque detrás de la mansión que vio el día de su boda y que alivió su enfermedad crónica de congestión. Luego le pidió permiso a su tía para dar un paseo por el bosque. Las palabras de permiso se dieron, pero parecía que casi la habían invadido. La señora Noskina entrecerró los ojos y nos permitió dar un paseo, luego preguntó si les gustaría almorzar, puramente por cortesía. La Duquesa de Bellona sonrió alegremente y respondió: "¡Estoy dispuesta!" "¡La odio!" "por lo tanto… ¿Mi tía almorzó con ella?” "¡Este chico! ¿No sabes que tengo una enfermedad estomacal y como comida para pájaros? ¡Ya había almorzado antes de que ella viniera!” Incapaz de almorzar dos veces, la tía, con una sonrisa convulsa en los labios, les dijo a la Duquesa y a Lady Leppenders que, lamentablemente, tendrían que comer solas. "No, ¿no sería normal entender que es una orden para que los invitados se retiren en ese momento?" Mi tía estaba muy molesta. Ir a la casa de otra persona y no comer juntas significa solicitud de irse. Pero… Hélouise preguntó con cautela. “¿Luego de que comieron se fueron…?” "¡No!" "Entonces…” La tía forzó la vista y miró a Hélouise. “¡Llamaron a tu hija!” "Oh Dios mío." Hélouise se tapó la boca. ¡Esa mujer realmente apuntaba a Juliet! Antes de que pudiera terminar sus pensamientos, Hélouise volvió a preguntar con urgencia. "¿Eso, entonces, que pasó?" "¿Qué pasó? Pues que las rechacé. Dice que la conocieron en el bosque y se hicieron amigas, ¡pero es ridículo! Tu hija ya había almorzado, así que dije que no”. “… Gracias…” La tía resopló. “No es algo por lo que estar agradecida. De todos modos, las dos mujeres almorzaron en el comedor sin mí, y luego dieron un largo paseo por el bosque y se fueron justo antes de que ustedes llegaran. ¡El bosque es tan pequeño que podría haberlo rodeado cinco veces en ese tiempo!” “Supongo que le gustaba el bosque.” Marcus respondió, cortando la carne con calma. “Este bastardo. ¡No importa cuánto sea la Duquesa, el Duque es solo su esposo muerto! ¡No fue hasta que ella te menospreció tanto que ahora…!” Mi tía se estremeció y maldijo a la Duquesa Bellona durante mucho tiempo. Hélouise suspiró. Según su tía, era una mujer muy extraña. Pero… Hélouise miró a Marcus a su lado. ‘No hay nada particularmente extraño en que a un loco le guste una mujer extraña...' Ya sea que supiera o no que estaba siendo subestimado en la cabeza de Hélouise, Marcus sonrió cuando se encontró con su mirada. Luego, recogió la compota de frutas frente a él, la untó en un pequeño trozo de pan y lo puso en su plato. “El que hizo la compota es muy agrio y apetecible. Pruébalo, Elle.” “… No estoy seguro de si eso me abra el apetito, Marcus.” "Estoy seguro que sí." "En realidad, parece que estás enojando a tu tía en este momento...”   Anterior Novelas Menú Siguiente

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[bitterswects]

oops, atrapado. sus labios se presionan para luego formar algo muy parecida a un puñero. uno que jiang esta pretendiendo no forma parte de su expresión. "bien, aún estoy un poco molesto." con su pulgar e indice demuestra minúscula cantidad. una exageración que realmente no asemeja la realidad. "agh, no lo odio." oh, sí que lo hace pero su odio también le hace pensar que si lo admite en voz alto es como si el amigo del mayor le ganara de alguna forma y eso no lo puede permitir. "aparte de ser mal educado no me ha hecho nada." bufa, quizás son demasiado opuesto. o quizás es esa sensación pesada y viciosa que se forma en su estomago cada vez que levi lo menciona o pasa tiempo con él. "¿por qué eres el pensamiento racional entre los dos?" suspira, lo que le dice suena muy lógico y de hecho jiang cree que tiene razón. "si te lo digo, ¿vas escucharme primero antes de saltar en su defensa?" es su condición si va a exponerse a si mismo.

rueda sus ojos a la par que pequeña risa se escapa de su boca. ‘ aún así me respondes molesto.’ le causan gracia y ternura que contrario fuera así aunque si se molestó al principio por su actitud. ' no sé porque le tienes tanto odio que yo sepa nunca te ha hecho nada ¿o si? ' le gustaría saber si entre ambos paso algo malo y hace evitar que ambos se encuentren. ' la comunicación es buena para este tipo de cosas. ' espera que así pueda sacarle un poco de información.

[hermannsthumb]

Town council Hermann vs Alien Conspiracy Newt please!!!

THIS WAS FUN!!! inspired both by this tweet and conversations abt a newt/herm AU of that tweet with @k-sci-janitor (who also thought of the funniest sign newt made in this fic, aka the cheekbones one, and what his tats should look like). this is long sorry :/ gets a little spicy towards the end but nothing worse than a high pg13/light M

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The evening of the weekly town council meeting, it pours like nothing else. Which Hermann figures is really quite appropriate. Loathe as he is to soak his trouser legs, trudge through the mud that used to be his front walk, and hold his umbrella for so long his arm aches (for the community center is a mere half-mile walk away that Hermann can't justify substituting with a bus), he can't imagine council meetings happening in any other sort of weather. In fact, they rarely tend to; their dreariness seems to be a necessity, part of the preparation, as if to put everyone in as miserable a mood as possible.

Hermann hates council meetings. He supposes he'd be more sympathetic towards the plights of his constituents—if one can call one's neighbors constituents—if he'd wanted the damned job in the first place. As it is, he feels a bit like he was conned into it. Hermann had been a lowly physics professor at the local community college, passionate about public education and funding for public education and all those proper sorts of things an educator ought to be concerned about, when he suddenly found himself seized with the idea of making a difference. So he ran for a head position on the council. And he won it. Only no one told him that the council deals a lot less with public education and a lot more with noise complaints, cul-de-sac bake sales, and raccoons in dustbins, which makes why he ran completely unopposed all the more obvious.

A fat raindrop explodes against the edge of Hermann's umbrella and splashes his glasses. Hermann grits his teeth and wipes them dry with the cuff of his sweater. Bloody meeting; bloody rain; Hermann just wants to go back home, and fix up a nice pot of herbal tea, and set a blanket in the dryer for ten minutes, and...

"Dr. Gottlieb! Hey, Dr. Gottlieb, wait—!"

A blur in an oversized yellow raincoat hurdles itself at Hermann from the stairs of the community center. Hermann considers pretending he is a different Dr. Gottlieb, one who certainly has no reason to know maniacs in raincoats, or maybe high-tailing it in the other direction. This is the other reason why Hermann loathes council meetings: Newton Geiszler.

The unfortunate thing is that Newton Geiszler was, at one point, a respectable academic type, and in fact one of Hermann's own colleagues at the community college. (Hermann only found this out after the fact—he does not make a habit of intermingling much with the biology department.) And Hermann does mean was. Around a year ago, Geiszler was asked to temporarily step down from his position after he suddenly and unexpectedly went off the deep end. He has not been asked to come back yet. And not without reason. "Dr. Geiszler," Hermann sighs. "I've asked you not to lurk about here like that. It's...unsettling."

"Sorry, man, sorry," Geiszler shouts. He stomps over and makes himself at home under Hermann's umbrella. Hermann's not sure how he's been managing to see anything, let alone Hermann approaching down the sidewalk: his glasses are completely fogged-up and rain-splattered. "Do you mind if—thanks, dude."

Geiszler flips his hood down. He’s short, only coming up to Hermann's nose, with stubble nearly overgrown to a full beard and a mess of wet brown hair. He shakes that hair now, like a dog, soaking Hermann in the process. Hermann growls. "I beg your pardon,” he says.

"Oops,” Geiszler says. “Sorry. Anyway, Dr. Gottlieb, I'm really glad I caught you, there are—there are some things I wanted to tell you about. Before the meeting. They're—hold on." He rummages around in the deep pockets of his raincoat and produces a damp notebook, which he begins to flip through frantically. "It's about—"

"I know what it's about," Hermann says. Geiszler fumbles to push his glasses back up his nose. "In fact, there are some things I need to speak with you about as well."

"You've seen them?" Geiszler says in a hushed tone.

Hermann scowls. "I certainly have.”

They first started cropping up in the forest around the little cabin Geiszler calls home. Then, like dandelions or bamboo, they spread fast and far—to the town commons, in the front lawn of the coffee shop Hermann frequents, in front of his house. Whenever Hermann dashes one down with his cane or hauls one off to a rubbish bin, two more only crop up in its place. It's annoying, frankly. As if Hermann doesn't have to deal with enough already.

3 ALIEN ABDUCTIONS IN ONE WEEK - WHEN IS THE COUNCIL GOING TO DO SOMETHING?, the new one sitting in front of the community center says.

It's better than last week's sign, Hermann supposes. THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE - AND HERMANN GOTTLIEB IS BLIND TO IT.

"You know you need a permit for those, Dr. Geiszler," Hermann says. "Or, at the very least, the council's permission. They're a public nuisance."

"My signs are a public nuisance?" Geiszler shouts. Hermann flinches back. Geiszler may be compact, but if he doesn't have the shrillest voice on the whole damned planet. "Open your eyes, dude! A dozen people went missing last month! The only public nuisance is whatever's coming from—" He bites his lip and jabs his finger at the sky, as if saying anything remotely akin to outer space would suddenly send fleets of UFOs pouring down from above. "And you're just letting them walk right fucking in."

“I thought they were flying in?" Hermann says. He raps Geiszler’s shin with the end of his cane. "Do get out of my way, Dr. Geiszler. The meeting starts in ten minutes, and you're welcome to air all of your grievances then."

Geiszler is silent as Hermann ducks around him and ascends the community center ramp. For a moment, Hermann thinks he may have won this small victory, and then he hears the wet slaps of Geiszler's rain boots against the pavement behind him. "Really funny," Newton says. "Real fucking funny, dude. I bet it'll be just as funny when they come for you next!"

Hermann unlocks the door. Geiszler waves a stack of black-and-white polaroids beneath his nose. "I took these last week," Geiszler says, and begins flipping through them as frantically as he had his notepad. Each one is blurry and indistinct, like Geiszler snapped them through a gauzy curtain with shaking hands. Hermann's not sure what he's meant to be looking at. "The day that waitress went missing from the bus stop. And two nights after that—your neighbor, the one who went outside to let his cat in and never came b—"

"Enough," Hermann says. He pushes the polaroids away, knocking two to the ground, and Geiszler scrambles to pick them up before they're ruined. "Dr. Geiszler, it is undoubtedly tragic that these people have—er—vanished, as they have, but continuously insisting extraterrestrials had something to do with it, and furthermore—" Geiszler opens his mouth as if to argue, but Hermann raises his voice and pushes on. "—furthermore, that I'm meant to do something about it, is completely—well, it's unhinged, frankly. I'm not law enforcement. Or the mayor. Or bloody—NASA. What do you want from me?"

Geiszler stares at him for a long time. He pockets his photographs. "They're gonna come for you," he says, ominously. "Just like they did for me."

The meeting goes off as expected, which is to say, badly. Hermann gets shouted at by nearly everyone in town, many of whom blame Hermann and his presumed negligence for the disappearances over the past year as well (blessedly, they don't also blame aliens), though many more of them blame him for more trivial things such as the broken water fountain in the commons or the library's slow wireless internet. Hermann can't decide which is worse.

As it is, when the clock strikes eight, he's more than ready to go home. "Right," he announces, standing up and making a show of tidying his meeting notes. They're already tidy: Hermann's notes are always meticulous. He continues—rather quickly, in case someone gets bold and attempts to interrupt him, "Thank you all very much for such a, er, productive meeting. I'll make sure to pass along everything you've said to the appropriate people. If there's nothing else..."

Geiszler jumps to his feet. A few people groan; Hermann has a feeling they're just about as sick of him as Hermann is. "Um, yeah, actually, I want to add something."

"No," Hermann says. “Dr. Geiszler, please, we can talk—”

"When we were outside," Geiszler continues anyway, raising his voice, "you asked me what I wanted you to do. Well, I just want you to listen to me! That's all! I have so much proof—so much I can show you—and you won't even—!"

"Proof?" Hermann says. "Your rubbish photographs?”

"It's not just the photographs! It's other stuff, too! Like—" Geiszler lets out a long, angry huff of air, and actually balls his fists up at his sides. Hermann has never seen him so incensed, not even when he accused Hermann of being an alien himself during a council meeting last summer. "Look, just come to my house and I'll fuckin' show you. Or are you that afraid of being—I don’t know, proven wrong?"

Part of Hermann is convinced that if he follows Geiszler out to his isolated cabin in the middle of the woods, it'll be the last thing he ever does. At the very least, he certainly has no desire to spend more time with Geiszler than he's already forced to. Yet—on the other hand—Hermann does not appreciate the challenge, nor does he appreciate being made to look like a fool by the man who chairs the local paranormal society. "Fine," he snaps, and Geiszler startles in obvious surprise. "Fine, you wretched little man. I’ll let you show me whatever proof you think you may have, so long as you take every single one of those signs down."

"Um," Geiszler squeaks. He clears his throat. "D—deal?"

Hermann seizes his cane and thrusts his chair back under his table roughly. "Well?" he says to the rest of the hall, none of whom have budged since Geiszler began shouting his head off. He scowls at the lot of them. "The meeting is over. You can leave."

It's Hermann's job to shut down the building each week, so he waits for the very last stragglers to toss out their paper water cups, shrug on their raincoats, and file outside before switching off the lights and locking up. He finds Geiszler lurking by a rather worse-for-wear green VW Beetle at the curb, the hood of his raincoat flipped back up over his hair. Hermann desperately hopes that the car isn't Geiszler’s. He is Hermann’s ride home tonight, after all. "I took the signs down," Geiszler says in a rush. "All of the ones around here, anyway. I'll have to do the rest tomorrow." He jerks his thumb at the backseat of the Beetle, where Hermann sees a haphazard pile of some of the 3 ALIEN ABDUCTIONS signs. His heart sinks. The X-Files bumper stickers should've been a dead giveaway, really.

"Thank you," Hermann sighs. "Well, let's get this over with."

"The heat is busted, so you might wanna leave your coat on," Geiszler says apologetically when Hermann manages to squish himself into the passenger's seat. The floor is a sea of empty Dunkin' Donuts cups, stacks of pulp science (or, if Hermann were to be less kind, pseudoscientific) magazines spanning back at least half a decade, and a pin-littered linen tote bag filled to the brim with boxed Annie's macaroni and cheese.

"Uh, sorry," Geiszler says. "I had to run some errands earlier. You can just—toss that in the back. Yeah."

The ride is short but bumpy, and though the removal of Geiszler's shopping bag offers Hermann more leg room, there is nothing that can make up for his tragically awful driving and his tragically awful CD collection. Hermann almost bolts from the car when they finally pull up at Geiszler's ivy-shrouded cabin, so relieved to have made it there in one piece that he's all but forgotten that he must now spend the rest of the evening with Geiszler, too. He remembers soon enough: another duo of aggressive signs have been pounded into Geiszler's mossy front path, TURN BACK NOW - ALIEN ABDUCTION ZONE, and a rather good sketch of Hermann beneath WHAT ARE THOSE CHEEKBONES HIDING? "That one's from the summer," Geiszler says sheepishly, kicking down the latter with the toe of his boot. "I keep forgetting to take it down. I don't still think you're an alien, by the way."

"Er, thank you," Hermann says. "I suppose?"

"They wouldn't be that obvious," Geiszler says, emphasizing the they with a meaningful glance up at the night sky.

"Of course not," Hermann says.

He's not quite sure what he expected Geiszler's house to look like. Some sort of—conspiracy nutter's den, perhaps, with aluminum foil hats and deconstructed radios and elaborate photoboards full of thumbtacks and red string. Or the interior of his car on a larger scale, with empty takeout containers and crumpled up papers on every surface. He's...sort of right. There's a noticeable lack of tinhats, but there are plenty of (modestly-sized) corkboards on the walls and multiple coffee cups peeking out of a recycling bin. The rest is merely precisely what Hermann would expect from an academic in his 30s: books, and mis-matching furniture, and a sink of dishes begging to be washed. It's...a bit disappointing, frankly. Though Hermann is rather impressed with the sleek telescope angled in front of the back slider door. Impressed, and envious. It's a very nice model.

"Make yourself at home," Geiszler says, unzipping his voluminous raincoat and tossing it, along with Hermann's, over the back of a worn armchair. He's wearing a pair of torn skinny jeans and a band t-shirt that reveals his heavily tattooed, and deceptively shapely, arms. Hermann tears his eyes away and forces himself to sit down at one end of Geiszler's couch. "I'm gonna make us some coffee. Do you want any sugar or non-dairy creamer?"

"No, thank you," Hermann says. "I don't drink coffee this late. It'll keep me up all night."

"Well, I hope so, that's kinda the plan,” Geiszler says. He rolls his eyes. “The aliens never come before at least midnight. Soy milk or almond milk?"

Hermann thinks, briefly and longingly, of his nice warm bed, the blanket he intended to toss in the dryer, and the herbal tea he won't be having after all. "Almond milk?" he hazards.

Geiszler stares at him in evident disgust. "Dude, I was kidding. You know how bad that shit is for the environment? It takes, like, a fuckin' thousand gallons of water or something like that for one carton of almond milk. It's insane. I mean, I guess it's still less water than what dairy needs, but there are plenty of better options."

"Oh," Hermann says. Hermann drinks skim milk. "I'm sorry. Er. Soy milk?"

As Geiszler fixes them mugs, Hermann begins to poke around some papers scattered across the coffee table. One is a list of names and dates, seemingly random, Hermann thinks, until he recognizes (scrawled in purple ink at the very bottom of the page) that of the gentleman who disappeared from his back porch just down Hermann's street. When he recognizes another—a teenager who worked as a barista at Hermann’s favorite coffee shop—he realizes it must be everyone who's vanished from town in the past year. Another paper has the same dates repeated, though not alongside any names—rather, bizarre little phrases like circling lights and that sound again. "You found my notes," Geiszler says cryptically, and then thrusts a mug out to Hermann.

Hermann takes the mug. A logo on the side tells Hermann it was from some academic conference in California ten years ago. "What are they supposed to mean?" he says.

Geiszler snorts. "Uh, I thought it was kind of obvious. Look—" He sits next to Hermann, far too close, and points at the column of numbers on the first page. "These are the dates when people have been reported missing," he says, and then scans his finger over to the second page, "and these are the dates when I've observed extraterrestrial—or at least, unexplainable—activity overhead. See how they match up almost perfectly?

"Mm," Hermann says. He does not. "So—if I am to understand you correctly—you believe that a, ah," he takes the page back from Geiszler, "a 'weird swoopy sound' from overhead had something to do with that poor young woman disappearing from a bus stop last week?”

"It wasn't just a weird noise!" Geiszler exclaims. "I showed you the pictures. I ran outside when I heard it, and thank fuck I had my camera, because I caught those lights just as they were leaving. And then what do I find out the next morning? There was another abduction, at almost the exact same time I saw the lights!"

"Ten miles from here," Hermann reminds him. "It would've had to have been a bloody fast ship."

"Yeah, no shit, Hermann," Geiszler says. "They're, like, fucking—mega-advanced lifeforms. They probably have the tech to vaporize the entire Earth if they wanted. Of course it was a fast ship.”

Geiszler is still sitting awfully close to Hermann. He runs very warm, unlike Hermann, warm enough to make Hermann warm too—like a scruffy, tattooed, freckled furnace. Yes, freckled, for Geiszler has the lightest dusting of freckles across his round chipmunk-like cheeks that Hermann finds inexplicably charming. He wonders if Geiszler would notice him loosen his collar a bit, perhaps take off his sweater. He really is getting quite warm. "So, I was saying," Geiszler continues, and though he speaks almost directly into Hermann's ear, he sounds as if he's a mile away from him. "Waitress at bus stop—weird lights over my cabin—waitress gone from bus stop. The proof is, like, undeniable!"

"Indeed," Hermann says.

He undoes the top button of his collar. He hasn't touched his coffee yet—he wonders if Geiszler even cares. The tattoo on Geiszler’s bicep, some sort of space tentacle monster, stares back at Hermann. "I'm telling you, man," Geiszler says, "this is no joke. They're taking people, maybe even for good."

They're gonna come for you, just like they did for me. When Geiszler began spouting nonsense about aliens last year, he was not booted from the biology department right away. Mostly everyone at the college, Hermann knows, tolerated his eccentricities on account of his admittedly brilliant mind and popularity among the students. The final straw came when Geiszler's extraterrestrial delusions (for what else could they be?) reached a new level: he showed up to campus in his pajamas one morning, raving that the aliens were not only zooming about over his house, but had actually abducted him the previous evening. "You seemed to fare alright, though, didn't you?" Hermann says. "When you were—ah—taken? They even dropped you back off in time for work. Quite courteous, I should think."

"That's—" Geiszler begins to shake his leg up and down, nervous energy radiating up his body and through Hermann's. He spills some of his coffee on the carpet. "That was—that was dumb. I got lucky. I think I was one of the first ones, you know? Because the disappearances didn't really get bad until, like, a month after that? I was in bed—and, and it wasn't like how it is in movies, I wasn't sucked up in a giant beam of light or anything like that, one minute I was there and then the next I wasn't, I was somewhere...else. And—uh. I don't really remember what they looked like. I tried to—sketch them out, but it was like trying to remember a dream, all the specific details about them just faded once it was over. But, um." He rubs the back of his neck, and Hermann is surprised to see him blushing. "Well, if I'm being honest, I think I kinda freaked them out."

Hermann can't help but snort. "You what?"

"I'm serious!" Geiszler shrieks. "I freaked them out. I was just really excited about it all. Like, dude, come on, I was abducted by aliens. How fucking cool is that? I just kept asking a bunch of questions, like, are you gonna probe me? are you gonna take me back to Mars or Jupiter or, like, I don't know, fucking Gallifrey? do you even understand what I'm saying, how do you communicate? and then the next thing I knew, I was landing on my ass in the school parking lot. They must've been observing me like I was observing them, like, they maybe knew I worked there? Anyway—" He shakes his head. "I tell you what, I'm real glad I decided to not just wear boxers like usual to bed that night. That would've been really embarrassing."

Bombarded with the sudden mental image of what Geiszler usually looks like in bed, Hermann (feeling rather warm again) tugs at his collar and clears his throat. He has certainly seen more than enough for the night, and if his mind is straying to something as prosaic as what does Dr. Geiszler look like half-naked?, it likely means it’s time for bed. "Er, right. Dr. Geiszler—"

"Just call me Newt, man," Geiszler says.

"Newton," Hermann concedes. It gives him a private little thrill. No one calls Newton Newton; it’s always either Newt or Dr. Geiszler. "Newton,” he says again, “this has been a very—illuminating—evening, but it's getting rather late, and I think you ought to drive me home before—"

And then Newton begins to take off his shirt.

Yes, a small part of Hermann's brain whispers traitorously, yes, yes, yes, even as Hermann recoils and stammers out, "Newton, what—?!"

"Oh, calm down, I'm not coming onto you," Newton says. He drops his t-shirt on the floor and jabs a thumb at his chest. His bare chest. "See, look. Proof."

Hermann's not sure what he's meant to be looking at. The giant Godzilla tattooed over Newton's pectorals? The flying saucer tattooed above Newton’s belly button? Newton’s nipple piercings? Hermann thinks he understands what an overheating computer feels like, an influx of too much information with processors unequipped to handle it. "I," he says. Newton’s belly button is not pierced. Hermann’s not sure why he thought it would be.

"Look at my chest, dude!" Newton says, tapping his skin insistently.

It takes Hermann a great deal of effort to pull his eyes away from the nipple piercings. In the dead center of Newton's chest, spaced perfectly between his pectorals and right over the nostrils of Godzilla, is a strange, almost luminescent glyph of a language Hermann can't begin to recognize. It's raised from Newton's skin, more like a brand than a tattoo. And...well, when Hermann says luminescent, he really means it. The squiggle seems to glow blue. "This was on me the next morning," Newton says. "I think they marked me. Like you'd tag a lab rat?”

Hermann can't help himself: he reaches out and touches the mark. "Strange," he murmurs. Compared to the heat of Newton’s body, the glyph is quite cool. Frigid, in fact, like metal, and yet as soft as the rest of his skin.

He's close enough to Newton to hear the hitch in his breath when they make contact, and as he traces his fingertips over the glyph, he can feel Newton's heart pounding beneath them. Strange, indeed; Newton has been such a thorn in his side for so many months, and yet all Hermann wants to do now is touch even more of him. He trails his hand lower, down to the flying saucer on Newton's soft abdomen. Newton inhales sharply. "Um," he says. "Should—should I put my shirt back on?"

"Do you want to?" Hermann says.

"Not really," Newton says.

He stares at Hermann, eyebrows knit together behind his glasses, like he can't seem to make sense of him. His confusion is very much warranted; Hermann can’t seem to make sense of himself right now, either. Then, to Hermann's supreme annoyance, the pieces seem to click into place in Newton's mind, and he grins. "Oh, duh," he says. "No wonder. You wanna fuck me, don't you? That’s why you’re so obsessed with me.”

That would certainly explain the strange warm feeling that comes over Hermann sometimes when he thinks about Newton in the dead of night that he has, up until this very moment, attributed to bouts of temporary insanity and/or a latent murderous desire. Nothing so dramatic as all that, then—just regular human biology. Urgh. How disgusting. And for Newton, of all people. “Obsessed with you?” Hermann sniffs, desperate to retain some element of propriety even while he begins to tug at Newton’s button fly. “Newton, you have spent thousands of dollars on yard signs just to invite me over for a coffee.”

“Uh, yeah, and it worked,” Newton says.

He curls his fingers in the front of Hermann's sweater, thumbing over one of the buttons.

“Even when I thought you were an alien,” Newton says, “I still kiiiiinda wanted to fuck you.”

Delusional or not, Newton looks terrifically good with a beard.

"Wait," Hermann gasps some time later. "Newton, stop a moment—"

Newton pulls away from him, frowning. He pushes his glasses back up on his nose. "What is it?" he says. "Did I hurt—?"

But Hermann pats at his shoulder frantically, pointing beyond him at the back slider and the dark of the forest beyond that. Newton cranes his neck around. "Only I'm sure I saw something. Lights, or…” Hermann feels a small twinge of embarrassment. The night is dead silent, and dead still. “Well, now I'm not sure."

“You probably imagined it," Newton says. He slips back down to press a kiss at Hermann's jaw. “It’s too early to be them.”

Not even ten yet. Newton kisses behind Hermann’s ear. It feels very nice. "Yes," Hermann agrees slowly, his eyelids flickering shut. He smooths his hand up and down Newton’s back. "Yes, I suppose you're right." Newton’s stories must have left him on edge. Which is of course ridiculous, because they’re all a load of rubbish—there may be extraterrestrials somewhere out there in the great wide universe, but they’re certainly not swooping down and plucking up hapless test subjects from Earth, let alone their small town, every other day. Hermann has much more important things to concern himself with right now, like how it feels when he threads his fingers in the soft strands of Newton’s hair, or the sound Newton makes when Hermann digs his nails into his skin, or how wonderful kissing Newton is...

And, unobserved by both of them, the three lights hovering above Newton's cabin blink away as quickly as they'd come.

[cristinardvaya]

Esto lo tendría que haber publicado ayer, pero cuando acabé ya era de noche y las fotos salían muy oscuras 😬

I should have posted this yesterday, but by the time I finished it was already too late at night and the pictures were too dark 😬.

¿Eres de bailar o no tienes ritmo (como yo xd)? ¿Qué harías si McCoy o Spock te pidiera bailar? ¿Qué estilo sería?

Are you a dancer or do you have no rhythm (like me xd)? What would you do if McCoy or Spock asked you to dance? What style would it be?

- "Mister Spock, wanna dance?"

He buscado referencias de personas bailando para dibujar esto. Me he fijado más en bailes españoles, concretamente flamencos.

I have looked for references of people dancing to draw this. I have focused more on Spanish dances, concretelly flamenco.

(Ayer se me olvidó cómo dibujar a Spock... Y, por cierto, no os fijéis en la manos ni los pies)

(Yesterday I forgot how to draw Spock... And, by the way, don't look at the hands and feet)

(More drawings below)

Ups, es la primera vez que Spock baila en serio y ha pisado a McCoy, pero Bones no se ha molestado (bastante que el vulcaniano ha aceptado su propuesta)

Oops, this is the first time Spock has danced seriously and stepped on McCoy's toes, but Bones didn't mind (enough that the Vulcan accepted his proposal)

- "Forgive me"

- "You're doin' it pretty well for a first time"

McCoy nunca pensó que acabaría bailando con Spock en alguna fiesta, pero aquí están. De hecho, está sorprendido de lo bien que maneja Spock la situación

McCoy never thought he'd end up dancing with Spock at a party, but here they are. In fact, he's surprised at how well Spock handles the situation

Con un paso algo arriesgado, el vulcaniano se gana al doctor. Menos mal que no acabaron en el suelo 😆

With a somewhat risky step, the Vulcan wins over the doctor. Good thing they didn't end up on the ground 😆

Por cristinardvaya

[sxunflowerlou]

Significado del 28

DISCLAIMER: Esta es una traducción, ESTE es el post original de @whn-hi-met-oops​. TODAS las fotos son de ella, yo sólo las traduje con su autorización.

Primera aparición

Se supo de que Harry y Louis estuvieron en el mismo concierto en 2009, este fue el 8 de febrero de 2009. 2/8 en UK y USA porque intercambian las fechas, primero va el mes y después el día.

Harry: Fuimos al mismo concierto.

Niall: En febrero de 2009, The Script hizo un show aquí, es donde Harry y Louis se conocieron por primera vez.

Larry y 28

(RECEIPT) “Algunas fans vieron a Louis afuera del hotel con un traje negro esperando un auto. Cuando el auto llegó, el sonrió y se subió. 30 minutos después, vieron a Harry, él estaba en un traje también, y como nuestra informante Tanya dijo, se veía realmente nervioso”.

Harry tuiteó: "No necesitamos ningún papel del ayuntamiento". 

Esta es una línea de la canción My Old Man de Joni Mitchell. Se trata de dos hombres que están enamorados pero que no pueden casarse, por lo que dice que no necesitan un documento de matrimonio para casarse.

Ed Sheeran, un amigo cercano de Harry, ha dicho que Harry es su mejor amigo. Él tuiteó: "Mi mejor amigo se va a casar hoy. Mega increíble genial".

La madre de Harry, Anne, tuiteó: "Buena decisión, Louis".

Eleanor también tuiteó diciendo: "Estoy tan aburrida de esto ahora ..." Lo que podría significar que está aburrida de ser una barba, su trabajo.

Muchos creen que estos tuits se refieren a que en realidad Harry y Louis más que casarse legalmente, se hicieron una promesa (por eso el anillo), por eso el tuit de Harry.

RBB y SBB

El 28 de septiembre de 2015, RBB se vistió con un vestido de novia, y SBB se vistió con un traje y los osos estaban tomados de la mano. También había una foto frente a los osos de un tipo llamado Larry Davis, que era un hombre gay enclosetado.

Louis y el 28

Louis tiene tatuado el 28 en su dedo medio (es común poner un anillo en este dedo para mostrar que eres parte de la comunidad LGBTQ+) y en su dedo anular (que es donde se ponen los anillos de bodas) [Publicación de Louis].

También la usa en sus camisetas de fútbol y si se suman las palabras de cada track de su álbum Walls también es 28.

Harry y el 28

Harry en 2015 subió una foto de un letrero que tenía el numero 28 y además el número 9, las fans lo asociaron con el 28/9 (28 de septiembre)

Harry tocó las canciones “Sign Of The Times” y “Ever Since New York” en SNL, que son los tracks 2 y 8 de su primer álbum.

Anunció su tour un 28 de abril.

Conclusión

La verdad es que la tendencia al 28 es bastante notoria y curiosa, pero esto dependerá del criterio de cada uno.

Personalmente creía al principio que podrían ser coincidencias pero el comportamiento es repetitivo y no deja de pasar desapercibido. Respecto a la teoría del supuesto matrimonio entre Larry, eso dependerá, como dije antes, del criterio de cada uno.

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Créditos a @whn-hi-met-oops​

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Pocket rocket by cochise - 03BYM

STAN LIZ SANCHEZ 4 CLEAR SKIN RNNNNN - L I Z S A N C H E Z

Nuevo trend Navideño - anthonyreey

Touch Down - MUFF🫐

Hood Go Crazy - Tech N9ne

No shaking - The Hillbillies

BIG PURR (Prrdd) - Coi Leray

Bundles (feat. Taylor Girlz) - Kayla Nicole

Intenso Boom Boom Glitch - Kuya Magik

"Shake that A$$" by KueenD - Kota/Caiman

La Mamá de la Mamá (feat. El Cherry Scom) - El Alfa & CJ & Chael Produciendo

Summer - Calvin Harris

original sound - trin🧝🏾‍♀️💫

whats the matter baby - emmy

mommy milker cult - ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

original sound - 💖Paige Macky💖

Crush your head HUH - Tik Toker

whip out the stick by pyt ny - wens

Relación remix Rosalía vers - Rafael Estanga

#BrooklynBloodPop! - Syko

Into The Thick Of It! - The Backyardigans

gracias por el apoyo - videos gratis

oops! - Yung Gravy

WAP（feat. Megan Thee Stallion） - Cardi B

Small ass be silent - Jay

original sound - WESTINDIMADE

original sound - Tik Toker

Pop Smoke candy shop - EZD

I'm So Pretty - chunkymonkeeyy

mean x a thousand miles demotapes big bank mashup - demotapes

original sound - Titus

Build a B*tch - Bella Poarch

15to16BirthdaySound - evie campbell

Freak (feat. REI AMI) - Sub Urban

Secks wit me - Bassidy bondie

I got a small waist pretty face wit a Big Bang - Kassie

original sound - Alyssa🦋

Ha Ha Ha - 𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆♡

original sound - janeinsane

Use only for thirst traps - Brian Batesy

original sound - 🦖✨

Goodbye (feat. Lyse) [Slow Version] - Feder

Mean (feat. Flo Milli) - $NOT

original sound - Di Lezama

Still Don't Know My Name - Labrinth

BUSS IT EMBRAZADO - LUCCA SAVI

som original - sokuna.vfx

самый грязный заяц - DARÍ, GERDA & GRAND

continent by messiahbeats - ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️

ACDC Beegees mashup - Kim Austin

original sound - maddysadowski

#bugsbunnychallenge

#bugsbunnytrend

#bigbank

#bigbanktrend 

#bigbankchallenge

son original - Jamie Kallon

#smallbank

#littlebank

HAPPY TWERK ANTHEM BY D CAM - Tik Toker

She Make It Clap - Soulja Boy

THE BEAUTIFUL HAIR CHALLENGE - Tyler Shelton

But my bestfriend... - Alexandra

original sound - Ashley Jenkins

Big racks - Tik Toker

more than a woman x hot in herre - DJ Lilli

Ya denme crédito feias - M I L U D I N D O

Bounce - Cazzu

Originalton - ♡ Marieluise ♡

I love women - erika davila

STOP MAKING THIRST TRAPS WITH MY AUDIO. - Hi

original sound - SunriseMusic

I am a thick lil bish - Kam Tunechi 💕

novacane - ☆

HIT YO 3STEP - RILEYJ

original sound - Isaiah carroll

original sound - 😙

original sound - Jenni Vega

desparado by rhianna - dali 🕊

For Me - Chase B & OMB Bloodbath & KenTheMan

původní zvuk

sonido original - Carolina Díaz

Too late posted and forgot to add OG music sorry - ishiniw  - (done scrolling)

#jackoposechallenge

CUT - BLAKE FADES

INDUSTRY BABY - Lil Nas X & Jack Harlow

#jackopose

#jackochallenge

si usas este audio eres illo - Lozano 😳

sonido original - DIEGO LOSSΛDΛ

boom - siredaudio

オリジナル楽曲 - めぐみ ･ᴗ･ - ふじもとめぐみ

Vacations - Young (Knock Knock Edit) - baka

original sound - Franco

original sound  - Gazini Christiana Jo

Mean (feat. Flo Milli) - $NOT

Contentcaptain - Riah

Twork - Rubi Rose

original sound - Sarah

original sound - The Real Rahul Rai

Let's Groove - absolutesnacc

original sound

#tiktokthot

#tiktokthots

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#thirsttrap

#twerk

#twerking

#whitegirltwerk 

original sound - maddysadowski

#twerkchallenge

#archthatback

#archmyback

#archbackchallenge

original sound - Jade 💕

sonido original - carolina 💕

#bikinichallenge

#headdownchallenge

 #federgoodbye

#goodbyefeder

#goodbyechallenge

#bikinitrend

#dumptruck

sonido original - Diana Trofim

#twrk

#twrking

#twerck

#twercking

#twerckchallenge

#bussitchallenge

 #bussit

#bussittrend

#touchittrend

#twerktutorial

#howtotwerk

#twerkingtutorial

SHAKE - Moody Jones & Life On Planets

#WIPEITDOWN - BMW KENNY

Remy boy - ᴊᴏʀᴅᴀɴᴀᴜᴅɪᴏᴢᴢ 🦋

boom - siredaudio

#boomchallenge

 https://www.tiktok.com/tag/boomtrend?is_copy_url=1&is_from_webapp=v1&lang=en

Originalton - Tjarkoskully

#lawnmowerchallenge

#junkinthetrunk

 original sound - Flomilli

Wuki _ Crunk In Time - wüki

THICK - DJ Chose & Beatking

Ice Me Out (Still Jiggle) [feat. DJ Taj] - Mvntana

 Ass Ass - Bruno Coelho

original sound - Neil Shibata

Touch It (Gun Boosted) - Midi Blosso

A snack you should try - EMILIOO🇲🇽🍻

Killmonger - Lil Ronny Motha F & Lil 2Z

original sound - Ivy Miller

P - 𝘀𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗲 ♥︎

original sound - mcyt

PAPI - Dj Nelson & Jose De Las Heras & Alejandro Armes

sonido original - 🇧🇴 F U C K  Y O U 🔥

Love Is a Bitch - Two Feet

NathyPeluso - Angelll

original sound - Henna Sharee

Booty Me Down - Kstylis

Anime Survivor - sym

sonido original - DeSii SanChez

dead man walking - favsoundds

original sound - Niki Jensen

#silhouettechallenge

#silhouettetrend

Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Giulia Di Nicolantonio

 #twerktok

#twerklesson

#twerkit

original sound - Don 4 Short🦋

Canción Cul0 perreador búscala - DIEGO LOSSΛDΛ

original sound

sonido original - vTochi🔫

Jelly - Big Homie Ty.Ni

Tengo un AK - Tik Toker

original sound - Myke_Livinlegend

original sound - DJCreativeZ

  #egirl

#twerkin

#leggings

#yogapants

#tiktokleggings

original sound - Peighton Tubre

Killmonger - Lil Ronny Motha F & Lil 2Z

GAWGEOUS - Troy Santolla

TAG ME FOR DC - Colo🔫

Poker face edited by me - Bailey

Shake Dat (feat. Lil Jay) - Loui

оригинальный звук - wcharlow

оригинальный звук - 🖤music🖤

Hell Shell - Young Nudy

Nota Loca - Remix - Eklectico & NeonG & Jamby El Favo

оригинальный звук - саша

оригинальный звук - 🦋☁️𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕🌿𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔☁️🦋

original sound - Bye

оригинальный звук - Груша

Space Cadet - Metro Boomin - ㅤ

АУФ - SQWOZ BAB & The First Station

оригинальный звук - Elagin_dmitrii

original sound - Kayla🧘🏻‍♀️

15 to 16 Bday by jackr0gers - Jack

original sound - Charly Jordan

because im 15TEEN - ally⁉️

13 to 14 bday - yasmine :)

boys will be bugs cavetown - 🌻 audios 🌻

12 to 13 birthday sound improved - Shh this is a secret

оригинальный звук - 📎аnon

nice to meet you...yeah - Hahaha

#sweetsixteen

#sixteen

#sweet16

#16thbirthday

#15thbirthday

#15thbday

#16thbday

#16today

#15today

#im15

#im16

13to14birthdaysound - evie campbell

#im17

#17thbirthday

#17thbday

16 to 17 audio - this person is dead

When youre fifteenn - Ilana

original sound - Laura I. Medina

took some time off to rest and now its game time - emm.

Lazy girl tings - Ginny Felix

Now what do we say when we get anxiety - Lauren Prasanna

sonido original - Genesis Luna🎀

оригинальный звук - 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔍𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔫

original sound - cali

оригинальный звук - amirali.mem🔅

original sound - you’re sexy

original sound - Bianca Blakney

i suffer from a condition called tiddies - bartholomew

use this sound if ur hot.. dc mahakhamidd - mahak

Praise God - Kanye West

original sound - Shianne Sio

megan thee stallion meets travis porter - amorphous

МИПУПУ - dostaevk

original sound - Emily Martin

original sound - Matt Merrill

original sound - Tyshan Knight

WHITE GIRL TWERK  - DFLYYDINERO

Hugh Hefner - ppcocaine

eat your vegetables remix - 💙💙itsthebrzboy#999💙💙

som original - ♡̸

Só Colocadinha (feat. Mc Dricka) - Remix Bregafunk - O Playboy

som original - Luan Souza

Dj Gustavo o Brabo - Polyana Neves

Como Se Tá Maravilhosa - MC Lipi & MC Dricka

Skrt skrt - Wyatt Y.

original sound - grandma_droniak

original sound - Austin

El Baile del Tao - Jam

Joro - WizKid

ADDXQUEN Я ЛЮБЛЮ САМКУ ОНА ИКОНА - Аккерман

search --- tatiana spink

lil.eaarl - From Tha Back - jovynn

original sound - CERTIFIED LEOO

They Call Me Tiago (Her Name Is Margo) - Tiagz

syko brooklynbloodpop IDGAF - 𝐵𝐿𝒵𝒟 𝓂𝓎𝓃𝑒𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒹

Pocket rocket by cochise - 03BYM

original sound - kazz

Pull Yourself Together - H

im obsessed - <3

MY SOUND WENT FAMOUS FOLLOW ME CUP1DBOY - <3

original sound - ian asher    --- search

оригинальный звук - 𝙼𝙰𝙳1_𝙽𝙰𝙰✨

#BodySpinner - Karla harvey

junya1gou  - liked vids

original sound - megan <3

original sound - jet

original sound - Abbybaffoe

sonido original - DIABLO_FFツ

original sound - Erica Schmitt

original sound - George Jnr McKeon

a woman is a god - Tommy Genesis

Bad (feat. Aitch) - Pa Salieu

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