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[pemberlaey]

bestie is really out here having an existential crisis in a slutty duke orsino robe

[seanchaidh7]

Jetlag boyfriends ✈️

[waywardsonsandaughters]

Headcanon: the hoodie originally belonged to Alex, but at some point Henry took it and Alex never got it back.

gif credit: @kinnsporsche

gif credit: @hotcinnamonsunset

[kpop-bbg]

[djkerr]

Alden Parker Style | NCIS 19x14 First Steps

[bugonalog]

People I need you to listen to me I know we all like the idea that Henry stole Alex’s light blue hoodie, but I promise you they are not the same one and every time I see someone say they are it makes me want to pull my hair out.

The shoulder seams are different! The hoods are different! You can’t see it in this picture of Henry but the drawstrings are different! It’s not the same hoodie they just both have one that color! In fact you can see in these pictures they’re not even the same shade of blue! Please stop saying they are the same hoodie I’m going to lose it!

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Don't Waste Time Hoodie in Charcoal from White Fox Boutique ($64.99)

[actuallyirish]

Just had my birthday, so I have a stupid amount of Amazon gift cards went to go look at their merch… and their merchants stupid an awful…. but they’re selling the sad hoodie… should I buy the sad hoodie… 

[wildcardartboutique]

New hoodies designs up now! wildcardartboutique.com

[hi7028]

it is getting cold! Want a hoodie?

[jeongin-lvr]

hihii ! thoughts on dressing up for sunoo ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ?

oh I have THOUGHTS for this man (＃＞＜)

I imagine he likes frilly, bows, lace, white & pink sets… and he doesn’t even have to tell you that for you to know. You can just tell by the way he acts when you put on that particular pink lace a set with the bows on the hips— or when you wear white stockings with intricate flowery details. Something about it just makes him feel a little dizzy… and very turned on.

And you’re always happy to show yourself off for him. He’s been working extra hard lately so you decide he deserves a little extra tonight; you recently bought a new set of lingerie, something delicate and a light shade of pink. Adorned with frills and bows, stockings trimmed with ruffles, hugging every inch of your curves just as he likes. So when he gets home from a hard day of practice, sweaty, tired, in need of some relaxation, he’s very pleased to find you patiently waiting for him in a silk robe, underneath wearing your gift for him. Sunoo doesn’t rush anything, though he wants to when he sees you stand with a soft smile for him. He’s quick to ask, “What’s this, pretty?” His gentle hands roam your arms, then your waist, still not yet revealing t your decorated lingerie for him. He’s slow and deliberate, hands tugging at the soft fabric of your robe. You grin at him, “It’s a surprise for you.” You say it proudly, making Sunoo smile.

“Yeah? You gonna show me?” Sunoo, ever gentle with his touch, rests his hands on your waist, watching as you nod and slip off the covering. It fell like a waterfall of pearlescent water, drifting down your body and onto the floor in silence. Sunoo’s eyes raked over your figure, again and again. Then once more just for good measure. He backed up now, his tongue darting over his lower lip as he stared, hungry with those fox eyes of his. “Spin for me, pretty.”

You do as you’re told, slowly twirling while your hands danced over your frame, cheeks bright red from the lust growing in his eyes. Sunoo hummed before he was trudging toward you, his hand coming to the back of your neck, his other toying with the bow at your hip. He smirked, eyes flickering over your lips and eyes, “You’re so fucking pretty… what am I gonna do with you?”

“Fuck me, maybe?” You giggle, coyly playing with the collar of his hoodie. Sunoo chuckles dryly, dipping the tips of his fingers into the hem of your oh so pretty panties. You’re immediately sensitive and shiver from his touches, eyes struggling to stare into his. The amber of his irises were deep, like ponds of bronze and gold. His hand sinks lower underneath the thin fabric, wavering over your clit, he can practically feel the heat radiating from your core. The slick wetness coating just the outside of your panties in a nasty wet patch. How can someone so delicate, so pretty and angelic be so lewd? Sunoo pressed a firm finger onto your clit, earning a soft moan from your lips, “You know I have to when you dress like this, pretty.” His voice echoed in a low sound, deep and reverberating in your ears. He starts walking forward, pushing you backwards with a tender touch, until the back of your knees hit the mattress and you end up on your back. The sight of you below him, sprawled wide in that gorgeous getup was making him irrationally hard. His mind going 100 miles a minute thinking of all the ways he was gonna have you. On his tongue, on his fingers, on his dick.

“What do you want me to do first, pretty?” He asked. Ever the gentleman, so sweet with his words as his eyes glossed over your frame. The way he hovered over you was dangerous, hands digging into the duvet, his hoodie falling slightly, the strings brushing over your chin. His dark hair prettily splayed over his forehead, brushing across his eyes with every word. Your fingertips tug at the shortest strands at the back of his head, taking your fingernails over his neck and scalp, “Whatever you want, Sun.”

His index finger swirled over your clit, slowly at first, enjoying the way your confident gaze faltered, soon melting into a soft scrunched expression of pleasure. “Anything, hm?”

You nod, hands now gripping at his clothes, itching to see him take it all off. “F-fuck, yes. Anything.” Sunoo cocks his head, bending down to your jaw, pressing light yet greedy kisses over your skin, then trailing down your neck, along your collarbone… down to the crevice between your breasts. “You’re letting me be greedy?” Sunoo almost laughed.

“No, I want you to be greedy.” You whined.

Sunoo smiled against your skin, “Then I’ll give my pretty girl what she wants, yeah?” Sunoo dips his finger into your cunt, testing the waters. His eyes flicker to your face, enjoying how much you squirm for him. Soon he’s slipping another finger in, two now. His movements are fast, quicker than you could comprehend. Meanwhile, he’s using his free hand to unbutton his pants, he’s got no energy to tug it all the way down though, so he opts to fish his cock out, brushing against your inner thigh. You shiver at the warmth, his fingertips continuously grazing your gummy spot. You’re moaning his name, he’s enthralled by the way the ruffles and bows on your bra sway with your movements. His tongue flattens against the lace, the peak of your nipple peaking through the fabric, giving him perfect aim to toy with your sensitive buds. He’s definitely hungry now; nipping and drooling along your garments as your head spins and your back arches.

“You’re too good for me, pretty… absolutely perfect for me.”

[bugflies00]

fostering au fundy timeline ^__^ more ramble under cut

he has a white streak similar to his dad except his is since birth not from stress!! dont ask me how that works genetically i do not know . during his Phase as a teen he dyes it blue as well as straightens his hair so he looks the least possible like wilbur… also i only gave him the headphones for the teenager stage just to emphasise. well. his general teenage moodiness But truth is he has those noise cancelling headphones permanently attached around his head lol. not shown here: this specific hoodie for sims 4 toddlers that he ABSOLUTELY owned and wore EVERY DAY as a kid except it was too hard to draw and it hid his face too much for the design lineup purpose of this. but he wore that thang til it stank and wilbur had to rip it off him for laundry TRUST. the fox autism is strong in this child. i settled for a lil fox doodle on his shirt ^_^

[pineapplerightsideupcake]

So.. I'm confused about something. If your beliefs in radical feminism say that trans people aren't valid in their feelings of being trans, what's stopping you from making bisexual people not part of the LGB? B stands for bisexual. What if their sexuality is just a phase? What if they are *actually* just heterosexual? For that matter what's stopping you from excluding YOURSELF from the community? At some point, you can't exclude any more people from a space that wasn't supposed to be gatekept to begin with! -Vero of CFC

You people always use that word “valid”. It’s absolutely meaningless post modern nonsense. Trans people feel that despite having a male or female body, their feelings about it change reality. I’m not telling trans people how they feel. Because you’re right, I can’t know that. What I’m telling them is that their feelings don’t change their bio sex. I’m telling them their feelings don’t supersede the rights and dignity of women. That’s not at all the same thing as being same sex attracted.

If I tell you that I am attracted to both men and women you can believe me or not. It doesn’t change my sexuality. You can’t know how I personally experience sexual attraction. But if I tell you I’m an Olympic Figure Skater, that’s something external and material. That’s something that either is or isn’t. And it doesn’t matter how true I want it to be.

This isn’t about people being invalid or valid. It isn’t about telling others I know better than them how they feel. It’s me telling them that their feelings don’t change material reality.

And we don’t get to sidestep reality because language is limited and imprecise. We create words to express ideas and categorize things so we don’t have to start every conversation from the ground up. Think of the quote “a rose by any other name”. The word ‘rose’ is made up but the flower it refers to exists in the material world. And you and everyone on earth could declare a rose a tulip but as long as people needed to specify they’d find a way to invent the word rose again. It’s why every 3 years your movement declares old terms verboten. MtF and FtM got used until people got mad it didn’t erase the reality of bio sex and people just used those terms in place of “male and female”. Then the same thing happened with AFAB and AMAB. Now we’re onto TME and no one knows what anyone is talking about because at the end of the day, people are male or female and no amount of “validation” or the right words erases that reality.

I am bisexual because I am attracted to both men and women. Lesbians are women exclusively attracted to women. Gay men are men exclusively attracted to men. Straight people are exclusively attracted to the opposite sex. The LGB community formed because the thing we had in common- same sex attraction- is punished in most societies. It absolutely was designed to gatekeep. It was a civil rights movement- not a secret club house. The LGB have no more moral responsibility to admit opposite sex attracted people than black activists have to include white or Asian people.

“Queer” has nothing to do with it. Demi flux genderoo aroallo fox kin have nothing to do with it. A group of men that believe their internal state of mind makes them literally a woman has nothing to do with it. You people overran a movement for same sex attracted people, convinced everyone to call our community a slur, and demand that we center heterosexual teens too immature for a relationship thinking that makes them the same as a Gay man.

I’m tired of arguing with 19 year olds that read too much mlm fanfiction that having short hair and wearing hoodies from the boys section doesn’t mean they’re gay men. I’m tired of arguing with those same girls that the 45 year old man with pigtails and a pink pinafore sucking his thumb and holding a dolly on social media isn’t a brave woman defying The Man. He’s just a pervert.

[batnoise]

[🦇 / july 2023 ] for @foxgirlhorns !! ✨ (she/it)

[ID: a digital drawing with rough linework of a petite bat eared fox girl anthro in a joyful pose, one arm pumped in the air, with a cute excited expression on its face. she has red eyes, white wavy hair that blends into her mane, and small curved dragon horns on her head. it wears a blue-grey hoodie with purple dragon wings stitched on the back, short shorts, and a purple garter on one leg. the background is various greys with splatters of purple and orange accents, and golden stars frame her in the piece. /end ID]

[jflemings]

— run

pairing: kyra cooney cross x reader

synopsis: you and kyra continue to love eachother in secret

warnings: none

a/n: i had this fic pretty much finished before tumblr DELETED it i’m so pissed

♫ what’s queued masterlist

Give me the keys, I'll bring the car back around

We shouldn't be in this town

pelting rain outlines kyra’s silhouette as she jogs down the street to your car. one hand holds her hood on top of her head whilst the other is tucked in her pocket in an effort to fend off the biting cold.

your headlights illuminate her as she gets close, giving you a full view of her cold-bitten face and slightly shivering form. as she approaches your passenger door you quickly open it for her and she slides in easily before hastily closing the door behind her. she peels off her rain-soaked hoodie and throws it in your backseat, reaching behind you to grab her green white fox hoodie she had thrown back there one afternoon.

“sorry, i couldn’t get away from them” she apologised with an annoyed pout “caitlin wouldn’t let me leave without asking a million questions”

you smirk and begin to drive whilst turning up the heat and pressing play on your shared playlist. as you pass beth and viv’s place you see multiple shadows crowding the window, the arsenal women practically on top of eachother trying to get a look at where kyra was rushing of to.

the midfielder beside you ducks her head down and sinks down in her seat “don’t let them see me” she mumbles

you pat her thigh and laugh “don’t worry ky, i’m sure they didn’t see you just slide down in your seat” you tease with a laugh.

she pouts again and furrows her brows “they’re all so nosy! i couldn’t get away quick enough”

“they’re just curious kyra” you half heartedly defend “it’s not like you’re subtle”

kyra holds her hands in front of the heat in an attempt to warm them up faster, the quick change in temperature making a shiver run down her spine “i’m subtle!” she argues “they wouldn’t even think anything is different if leah hadn’t loudly announced that she thought i was secretly seeing someone”

you let your head fall back against your seat as you come to a stop at a red light “you didn’t help your case by going bright red”

“i didn’t mean to!”

you can’t help but laugh at her exasperated expression. the thought of her club teammates finally knowing about you let loose a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, the nervousness almost being too thick to swallow.

“it’s okay ky” you assure softly “it was bound to happen”

“you’re not mad?” she asks shyly

you turn to her and place your hand on the bottom of her jaw, half on her neck. your thumb caresses her freckled cheek slowly “no i’m not mad”

she takes your hand off her neck and kisses your knuckles delicately, her lips softly touching each of them before she joins your hands and places them on her thigh. kyra hums contentedly and faces you “sorry for the hassle”

“no hassle at all. i get to have you to myself for a few days, i’m as happy as can be” you squeeze her hand twice “and we’re long overdue for a small getaway”

And my so-called friends, they don't know

I'd drive away before I let you go

“you just don’t know her like i do”

you best friend rolls her eyes from where she’s sitting on her bed “you said that about the last girl you dated and we know how that turned out”

you furrow your brows “that’s not fair” you defend pointedly, your blood beginning to boil at the thought of kyra being compared to her.

“she won’t introduce you to her friends and you won’t let us meet her! for all we know she’s a bitch who’s just gonna fuck you over” she throws her hands out slightly “all i’m asking is for you to hear me out”

“and all i’m asking is for you to understand that kyra isn’t like that” you huff, beginning to grab your things “it’s not fair that you compare my past relationship to her when you don’t know anything”

your friend kicks her legs out and flips down onto her bed, sighing deeply as she puts her hand behind her head “i’m looking out for you, i know how you get with relationships.”

the low blow comment is your tipping point. you can’t tell if you’re angry because she’s right or because she’s voicing her opinion on something she knows absolutely nothing about.

it was true, kyra wouldn’t introduce you to her friends, but her reasoning had always been that she’s selfish. she’s so selfish that she doesn’t want to share any of you with anyone, not even steph or caitlin or lessi, kyra wants you all to herself. you didn’t even know if they knew you existed but you didn’t really care because the australian had completely encapsulated your mind and overtaken your body. she had wrapped herself around you like plated gold, made you shiny and new and worth something. at least in your eyes.

wordlessly you stand, takeaway coffee cup in hand, and push your seat in loudly. her eyes follow you as your chest rises and falls with frustration, confusion painted on her features.

“i love kyra, and she has proven that she loves me. that should be enough for you because it’s enough for me” you spit, turning on your heel without anymore argument and walking yourself out to your car.

There's a chain 'round your throat, piece of paper where I wrote

"I'll wait for you"

kyra unclasps the dainty, gold heart locket around her neck. she fiddles with it for a moment, making sure that it doesn’t tangle, before placing it down in her cubby safely. it twinkles under the bright light of the change rooms and for a moment, the small piece of jewellery has all her attention.

she smiles when she thinks about what’s hidden inside the locket. the small photo of the two of you and an even smaller note you left for her before the last international break.

i’ll wait for you was written in your handwriting and kept around her neck, the words being an unspoken declaration of your love.

you had slipped the paper in there the night before she had to jet off to play uzbekistan when she was at the height of her uneasiness regarding your blossoming relationship. guilt had sunk it’s teeth into kyra when charli had made a harmless joke about her sneaking around with someone and just being too embarrassed to tell anyone about it. her mind had raced and wondered if you felt the same, wondered if you thought that she was embarrassed by you.

in the bright moonlight your eyes had shone and she had expressed to you that it wasn’t embarrassment that was keeping her from publicly being with you, it was selfishness and fear. she had choked through the words and fought back tears as she explained and you, in all your angel-like glory, had just softly put a hand on her face and smiled understandingly.

you then tore off the corner of a page from your journal and wrote those four words, handing it to kyra “put this in your locket, so you’ll always know” you whispered to her softly.

she looked at you curiously, her tired eyes conveying confusion before realisation dawns on her. she sits up and opens the locket around her throat, slipping in the message before securing it with a small, almost mute click.

she smiles at the memory, getting lost in the moment just as victoria stands next to her. vic knocks their shoulders together affectionately “that’s a really pretty necklace” she compliments

kyra nods gratefully “thanks, it’s my good luck charm”

“from your mum?” vic asks curiously “i noticed you wearing it after christmas”

“no” kyra says quietly “just from a friend”

the dutch woman nods and smiles secretly like she knows something no one else does “i’d love to meet this friend, if i could”

kyra begs to blush before wiping her face with the collar of her shirt “i’ll, um, i’ll talk to her. she’d love to meet you too” the australian smiles softly, mimicking her friend’s earlier affectionate gesture and knocking their shoulders together again.

So you laugh like a child

And I'll sing like no one cares

kyra lifts the conti cup trophy with her teammates, the australian flag draped over her shoulders flutters with her movements as she bounds around with alessia.

she’s thrown her head back in a joyous laugh and points out to the singing crowd, north london forever echoing off the stands and into the sky. you sit surrounded by a sea of red and white, the passion and love that’s held for this club blooming more and more in your chest the louder you sing.

seeing the young woman you love so full of joy and pride makes your heart swell and burst over and over again. winning a piece of silverware during her first wsl season had been a topic that you two had spoken about during the late hours of the night after she’d let you know her fears of not performing well. the pressure had been crushing her from the minute she debuted, the australian midfielder had been desperate to live up to her world cup performance and she vowed that every minute she got on the pitch would be impactful and meaningful.

her hard work and determination had payed off. the fear, anxiety and unease had finally lifted off of kyra’s chest and mind and now she was lifting a trophy.

in the midst of the chaos she finds you wearing one of her worn jerseys and singing your little heart out. she can’t help but smile as she jogs over to you and jumps into your arms as best she can, her breath fanning over the shell of your ear as she speaks directly into it

“my good luck charm” she whispers before pulling away from you grinning wide “thank you for being here”

“there’s no where else i’d rather be” you assure her with a soft smile, your eyes scanning her flushed freckled face lovingly. your hands move from her shoulder blades to her collarbones, fingertips slipping under her shirt slightly “i love you” you whisper to her.

a blush creeps over kyra’s face and she looks down shyly “i love you too” she murmurs back to you, quickly looking over her shoulder before looking into your eyes “dinner tonight?”

“your place” you nod before pushing her back towards the pitch and her awaiting teammates. she smiles cheekily at you before turning around and running back to her beloved teammates, your smile playing on her mind.

There's a heart on your sleeve

I'll take it when I leave

And hold it for you

kyra traces over the heart tattoo on your bicep, her finger outlining the shape delicately over and over again. she knows she should really be getting up but the sight of you laying on your stomach tucked under her covers leaves her wanting to stay where she is for just a little longer.

your eyes flutter open gently and you stir slightly, snuggling yourself further into kyra’s side and soft sheets “coffee?” you rasp out

“in a little bit” the midfielder responds “i want to stay here with you for as long as i can”

humming, you pull the covers tightly over both of your shoulders in a cocoon-like fashion, the comforter creating a barrier between you and the outside world. kyra continues to trace the heart etched into your arm, her mindless outlining lulling her into a dazed trance.

“i love you” she mumbles into her sheets before slowly sitting up. she throws one leg over the edge of the bed whilst the other stays half crossed, her shoulders sag and she rubs her hands over her face before turning on the bedside lamp.

“say it again” you instruct her, loving the way the words easily roll off her tongue

she tiredly smirks at you and leans down, tucking her chin in the crook of your neck. her hair tickles your ears as she snuggles against you “i love you” she murmurs into your neck, her lips pressing feather light kisses to your warm skin.

pushing yourself up off the bed, you too sit up momentarily before sliding off of kyra’s bed. you hold your hands out to her “c’mon stargirl, coffee time”

the australian pouts but takes your hands anyway, allowing you to pull her up and into you. she continues to wear a slight frown even as you go to walk out of her room and she digs her heels into the floor, stopping you in your tracks.

“what?”

“you didn’t say it back”

you smile endearingly at her “i love you too” using your interlocked hands you drag her back into your space, smiling when her hand subconsciously lands on your heart tattoo. your lips ghost hers “so much”

kyra closes the gap, capturing your lips with hers in a time stopping moment. when she pulls away from you her freckled cheeks are dusted pink, a common occurrence when she’s around you, and he’s wearing a dopey grin on her face despite the early morning.

“you’ve gotta get your shit together because steph will have your ass if you’re late to the airport”

“ruining the moment!”

Say you'll never let 'em tear us apart

And I'll hold onto you while we run

kyra slumps down in her seat, kicking her legs out in front of her as she buries her face in her phone.

it was your day off meaning that after kyra had finally left for the airport — much to her dismay — you had returned to the sanctuary that was her bed. with the knowledge that you’re tucked under her covers without her there, she frowns and huffs without thinking.

caitlin knocks her foot against kyra’s “what’s up your ass”

kyra’s head snaps to her teammate “nothing” she grumbles “just wanna go back to bed”

“leave the missus at home, did you?”

kyra freezes and she doesn’t dare look anywhere but her phone. the midfielder’s heart is beating out of her chest and she feels like she can’t breathe. caitlin sits awaiting an answer in her peripheral vision, an infuriating smirk that says ‘i knew it’ is planted on her face along with her ultra-lax aura that says she really doesn’t care even though kyra knows that this topic of conversation has been bugging her for months now.

“yes” she clips “she’s in bed all snuggled up and i’m sitting in an airport with you, so, i guess that’s what’s up my ass” kyra states bluntly

caitlin’s eyes damn near pop out of her head, the answer and the manner in which it was said surprising her “snippy” she mumbles amused “when can we meet her?”

“when i’m sure you’re not going to scare her off”

the forward rolls her eyes “if she’s been with you for this long then i highly doubt i’m going to be able to scare her off” she says, picking at her chipped nails “but i gotta make sure you’re not wearing rose coloured glasses ‘n all that”

kyra huffs and allows her phone to fall flat on her chest. she adjusts her position so her voice is clearer “i love you” she starts, gaining caitlin’s attention “but i also love her. and as much as i respect you, your opinion isn’t going to change that.”

a face splitting grin overtakes caitlin’s face, her blue eyes shining with pride as she looks at kyra. she reaches over and pats her thigh lovingly “good” she says shortly “that’s all that matters to me”

and we'll run