#i was so looking forward to their next release

[chamomiletealeaf]

Warnings: sub! Alex Keller, fem! afab reader, dry humping, Alex being touch starved :(

Poor sweet little Alex Keller who doesn’t think you’ll ever notice him since he’s not on the 141 and you spend all your time with them.

Alex Keller who watches you laugh with Johnny in the mess hall and wishes it was him making you laugh.

Alex Keller who rehearses how he’s going to actually talk to you first but never gets the courage to do so.

Alex Keller who one day passes you on base and makes eye contact with you, and is shocked when you smile at him.

“Hey Keller.” You say as you walk past him.

His eyes widen as he whispers a “hi” back and he slows down a bit, watching as you carry on.

How the fuck did you know him? You’ve only met a few times when you trained him? There’s no way you could’ve remembered him?

Alex Keller who fucks up into his fist that night remembering the way you smiled at him and how your hips swayed as you walked, cheeks flushing as he cums all over himself to the thought of you.

Alex Keller who sees you the next day while walking into the gym on base in one of those tight long sleeved zip up workout shirts and a pair of workout shorts and nearly passes out when he catches the smallest glimpse of your cleavage.

“Hey you wanna spar Keller?” You ask him with a smile and his eyes widen while he watches you wrap your hands.

“Uh- yeah. Ok.” He says nervously and you giggle to yourself at how off guard you caught him.

He steps onto the mat with you and after a few rounds of pinning him you pin him to the mat one more time straddling his waist with his arms pinned to the sides of his head.

Instead of getting up you release his hands and sit back on him, still straddling his waist as you cross your arms.

“Y’know I’m starting to think you’re letting me win Keller.” You say with a smirk and he groans at the feeling of your weight on his clothed semi hard-on and instinctively reaches out to grab your hips.

He realizes what he’s done and his eyes widen and yours do too.

“I- sorry I didn’t mean to.” He says and immediately lets go of your hips, slinging an arm over his eyes to hide his embarrassment.

But you smirk, arms still crossed as you lean forward and place both hands by his head, making him moan involuntarily from the friction on his groin.

“Is this why you’ve been letting me win? Huh, Alex? You ask slyly, emphasizing his name rolling off your tongue which makes him whimper and buck up into you, his body betraying him.

“Fuck- I- stop doing that I’m trying-“ He tries to explain himself, his arm still over his eyes but you grab his arm and move it off his face to look at him.

“It’s ok honey, you can be honest with me.” You tease him a little, once again accentuating the pet name, clearly enjoying the effect you’re having on him and he’s never been more embarrassed in his life. You weren’t supposed to know what you do to him, not like this.

He turns his face away from you but you grip it and force him to look at you.

“Y’know, if you wanted me on top of you Keller you could’ve just asked.” You say with a smirk and you feel him twitch under you.

“Mmph.. fuck y/n, please.” He begs, finally giving up and giving in to you.

“Please what cutie?” You ask him and his breath hitches.

“Kiss me. Please. Anything.” He begs and you lean in to kiss him, hand still gripping his jaw.

He moans and his hands fly up to your hips and squeeze while you make out with him and he just can’t stop his hips from bucking up into you.

You grind down on him while you kiss him and go to kiss down his neck.

You kiss down his neck until you get to his pulse point and he moans, loudly, and you smile to yourself at how cute he is, unable to control himself.

You continue to grind down on him as he takes over, gripping your hips so hard they almost hurt and dry humping you, all while you leave hickeys up and down his neck.

“Fuck y/n, mmph, that’s- that’s good.” He mumbles out in a high pitched voice.

“You gonna cum in your pants for me? Huh baby? Poor thing just can’t help himself can he?”

He whimpers at your words and you grind down on him one more time and bite his pulse point.

He grinds up into you faster and harder from your words and pulls you down into him while he continues to thrust up before cumming in his pants from just your weight on top of him and your words, his high pitched moans and whimpers echoing off the gym walls.

You move from his neck and look down at his face, cheeks flushed from cumming and embarrassment.

You kiss him again then lift your hips up to look down at his khaki colored cargos to see the big dark wet spot on them that he soaked through.

You giggle at the sight then coo at him.

“Did so good for me honey.” You tell him as he still continues to catch his breath.

“Maybe next time I’ll let you cum inside me hm?” You ask, and his eyes widen with a smile, already excited for when this “next time” is.

#Alex Keller is not appreciated enough #I love him #call of duty #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #alex keller #alex keller x reader #alex keller cod #alex keller call of duty

[littlxpxtal]

Sex, Drugs, Etc.

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 2.1K

Everywhere I go, I know that I don't wanna be

Part of something I won't ever need

Your socialized, romanticized life

November Cont.

“Rafe ‘m really not in the mood to play your games. I just had to break up a fight and my house is a fuckin’ mess.” I mumble before opening the downstairs door. I hear him following behind me down the stairs as I make my way to my room. I walk over to the patio doors, pulling the curtains closed.

“I didn’t say you could stay,” I say as I sit on my chair in front of my vanity starting to take my jewelry off. He makes himself at home on the edge of my bed picking up one of the stuffed animals nearest to him. 

“You need to lighten up,” he says, inspecting the stuffed cat with big blue eyes. 

I finish taking off my earrings and placing them onto the ceramic plate in front of me. I stand up and make my way over to him, ripping the stuffed animal out of his hands and tossing it to the other side of the bed.

He reaches out to grab my waist, pulling me in between his legs. I stumble forward, placing my hands on his chest, feeling his firm muscles under my hands. Warmth rushes through my legs and up my thighs at the sensation of his hands squeezing my sides and our close proximity. 

He plays with the crystal tassels on my dress, his hand creeping slowly underneath them.

“Rafe” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as his fingers graze the inside of my thigh.

“Tell me to stop,” he says, his other hand moving to grab my ass. I bite my bottom lip unsure of what my next response should be. I know sleeping with Rafe would be so wrong, but I would be lying to myself if I didn’t think he was the hottest guy in Kildare. 

I wouldn’t be the only girl to think so, and I wouldn’t be the only girl to fall for his tricks. 

“You’re just messin’ with me” I finally say through an exhale. My hands are still placed on his chest but I feel the urge to run them through his hair as he’s sitting before me. His bangs have fallen in front of his face and he looks up at me through his dark lashes. 

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and traces his fingers over my panty line, his other hand still firmly grasping my ass.

“I told you, you looked good didn’t I?” he asks. I try to read his face, to see if this is some kind of sick joke he’s trying to pull. I quickly glance behind me as if there’s someone with a camera hiding in my closet, ready to expose me.

“No one’s here,” he murmurs, pulling me closer so my stomach is pressed against his chest, My hands raise to his shoulders and I feel my breathing become heavy and rapid. 

“‘M so confused I thought you hated me?” I ask, trailing my fingers along his neck, still fighting the urge to touch his hair. He’s looking up at me intently, chin gently resting on my chest.

“I could never hate you,” he responds plainly. The silence between us lingers for a few seconds as I contemplate what my next move is.

“You act like it. You were just berating me like ten minutes ago” I decide to respond, curious as to what he could say next.

“Why don’t you let me show you how much I don’t hate you.” 

I decided I wasn’t going to let Rafe feel like he was in control of the situation. I swing my right leg around him, pushing him down onto my bed, my face hovering over his. His hands readjust on my hips pushing my crotch down against his, and I feel his hard bludge throbbing through his pants against the thin fabric of my dress.

“Holy shit,” I mumble, holding eye contact as his face remains unreadable. 

“Told you,” he whispers before reaching his face up to lock his lips with mine. His mouth is slightly parted and I glide my tongue over his. He groans in the kiss and bucks his hips against mine. My hand tangles into his hair, the other is pushing me up in support. His right hand releases from my hip and he reaches to pull my hair out of my face, clutching it into a fist behind my neck. 

Our lips move painfully slow against each other, and he pushes me by the neck deeper into the kiss.

My hands release from his hair and trail down to unbutton his shirt. When I get down to the last button he sits us up to pull it off his shoulders, flinging the shirt across the room. Our mouths still attached, he finds the zipper to my dress on the side and begins to unzip the fabric. 

“Every guy in Kildare was eye fucking you tonight.” he finally says, breaking our kiss.

“‘N I know all of them are having wet dreams tonight just hoping to get the chance to take this dress off of you.” I roll my eyes and pull myself off of him to let the rest of the dress slip down my body, leaving me in only white lace panties. 

“Lucky you,” I state, leaning over to unbutton his pants. He stands to let them fall to the ground, and grabs my body, pushing it down to the bed, and climbing on top of me. His hands are on the side of my head and he's hovering over my body, scanning me with his eyes up and down. He runs one hand down the side of my body and I feel myself tremble under his touch.

“Yea, lucky me,” he whispers before leaning down to attach his mouth to my right nipple.

“Fuck” I breathe out heavily, grasping his hair with both hands, letting a soft whimper fall from my lips in response to his mouth attacking my sensitive bud. 

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he attaches his mouth to my left nipple, using his free hand to fondle my right boob. His tongue laps over my nipple repeatedly and I squirm beneath him, reaching my hand down to feel his dick over his Polo boxers.

I gulp hard when I finally grasp his length, eyes squeezing shut just imagining what it would feel like inside. He had a thick girth, and I felt a slight curve towards the tip. My mouth began to water, and I heard myself panting beneath him. 

“Sure you don’t want me to stop?” he finally asks, his mouth skimming over my chest, up my neck and finally laying a wet kiss on my cheek. My eyes flutter open and I see him staring directly down at me. I shake my head and he tsks his tongue.

“Use your words,” he commands.

“No I don’t want you to stop.” I surprise myself at the authoritative tone. I see a flash of excitement in his eyes, the first emotion he's shown since he entered my room.

“Lets see whats under these pretty little panties.” he coos, pulling himself off of me, onto his knees at the edge of the bed. He pulls me down by my legs so they’re dangling over the edge. His hands creep up my legs and I try my best to hold still as he drags my underwear down my legs, flicking them to the side. He pushes open my legs with both hands, peppering kisses on the inside of my right thigh. His hair tickles me and I slightly fidget beneath him. His hands hold down my legs, forcing me to become still again.

He takes a hand to spread me open, the other still firmly gripped on my thigh.

“So fuckin’ pretty” he whispers, before dipping his tongue in between my folds. I let out a long sigh at the feeling of his tongue against such a sensitive part of my body. My back arches up from the bed and I reach down to place a hand in his hair. His tongue traces circles all around my pussy, licking up all of the juices from the stimulation he’s given me.

“Taste like heaven,” he mumbles against my skin, slowing his pace, dragging his tongue up and down, devouring me. Rafe flicks his tongue at my clit finally and I let out a deep moan, earning a chuckle from him. 

He runs a finger between my folds, teasing my entrance. His eyes finally flicker up to mine and I prop myself up on my elbows. He raises an eyebrow and I shake my head, yes, permitting him to do whatever he wants. He slides the finger in with ease and my head rolls back.

His mouth attaches to my clit and he forcefully sucks at it while pumping his index finger in and at at a constant pace. 

“Fuck Rafe” I gasp out. He slides a second finger inside, stretching me out. He curls the fingers up, hitting a spot that makes me embarrassingly whimper beneath him. His tongue flattens against my bud and he makes strokes up and down, fastening the pace of his fingers. 

He moans against my pussy, and I release a full-body tremble, his eyes flash up to me and I bite down on my bottom lip, holding in the moan I so desperately want to let out. 

“Let me hear you,” he says, breaking contact from my throbbing clit for a second, before dipping back in, keeping his eyes on me. I stare directly into his eyes and let out the most pathetic moan I’ve ever heard escape my lips. 

His eyes roll and for a second he loses pace with his fingers. After collecting himself again and getting back to work, I let whimpers fall from my mouth uncontrollably as I felt myself reaching my climax. 

My legs shake uncontrollably under his hold and I finally cry out

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Panting heavily I pull desperately at his hair with one hand, the other clawing at his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin as I come undone on his face. He keeps the pace exactly where I need him as I ride out my high, moaning profanities out loud that in the morning I knew I would be embarrassed of him hearing. 

After a few moments of him cleaning me up with his tongue, his head pops up between my thighs, with a big smirk spread across his face.

“That was hot,” he says, using my thighs to help him push himself up. I lay there, deflated as a balloon, blissed out of my mind as he waltzed over to my bathroom to rinse off his hands and face. I watch him from the corner of my eye check himself out in the mirror and he finally strolls back over, leaning down to pick his pants up off the ground.

I stare at him, analyzing his next moves. He pulls his pants up over his boxers and scans the room for his shirt. I point in the direction of where he threw it, and finally sit up, pulling a throw blanket over my naked body.

“Are we not gonna…” I say, puzzled at him getting fully clothed again.

“Nah Top’s having an after and I said I would bring some of my stash” 

I try to not let disappointment fall on my face at the fact that he wasn’t actually going to fuck me. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll fuck somday.” he says smugly, buttoning up his shirt. I scoff and roll my eyes, walking over to my drawer with the blanket wrapped around me. I pull a large T-shirt out of the middle drawer and slide it over me.

“Says who?” I finally snap back, turning to look at him. He walks over, pressing me against my dresser. My body still shaking from the orgasm I just had. 

He stared deep into my eyes, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

“Something tells me you’ll be begging for it soon.” I roll my eyes again and push him away from me.

“Whatever” I finally say, sitting on my bed. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?” I ask as he slips on his shoes.

“No, I’m not gonna tell anyone you just came all over my face.” he says, grinning from ear to ear. 

“You’re so fucking annoying.” I say, throwing the same stuffed animal he was examining earlier at him. Unfortunately he catches it with ease and he chuckles, tossing it back onto the bed. 

“Happy Birthday Y/N. See ya in 3rd period!” he says chipperly, before exiting my patio doors.

I stare at the doors in disbelief. This was the most Rafe Cameron thing he’s ever done to me.

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[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 8 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I promise next chapter will be juicy! 😉

W/C: 3.086

part seven

"Wait- why am I actually kind of bitter about this?"

I mumble, looking up at Luis. He turns around, moving his camera away to look at me.

"Bitter about what?" He asks, fidgeting with the settings of the device.

"They literally crap out money- but get a free BMW?" I question, folding my arms.

"Oh, please. Will you stop being such a negative person?"

He gives me a nasty look, his hand coming to grab my arm.

"Or go sit in the car..?" He adds, pointing behind me.

"No, it's too hot to sit in the car.." I complain, adjusting my sleeve.

"Why did you even follow me here in the first place?" He asks, raising his brows.

"I was done with my to-do list and didn't want to stay cooped up in the office.."

Not to mention to avoid the insanely annoying looks I had been receiving ever since those stupid rumors and photos had been out.

"Okay, just stay back and watch then.."

I watch him make cinematic shots of each individual model and car. My patience begins to thin when he's still busy with it twenty minutes later.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to keep myself busy. I carefully scroll through my Instagram explore page, ignoring the thousands of follower requests to my account.

The internet was very quick, so within hours of my face being online, people had found both my full name and social media accounts.

"y/n!"

I freeze, holding my phone against my chest, and turn in the direction the noise came from.

I make immediate eye contact with Valeria, her obnoxiously fake smile burning my eyes instantly.

"Yeah? Anything wrong with the shoot?" I ask, shoving my phone into my pocket.

"No, the players have just arrived- and it's a better look if you're off your phone and look interested."

I fight the urge to snort at her ridiculous comment, and just nod before I lose it.

"Sure, any reason you're here today? It's only for some short clips..”

I watch her take a step forward, a hand reaching up to her hip. She moves her neck in a weird way, staring at me for a moment.

"It's always good to see how my juniors work, and how close they are to the players is really something I like keeping an eye on.."

Oh- surprise, she was here for something stupid!

I was already over her snarky remarks, especially those insinuating a romantic relationship between Jude and me.

The thought only makes me want to gag.

I shiver at the cursed idea, noticing a few players already walking over to check out the new car they chose, and look back at Valeria.

"Well, I'm sure some of the guys really need your presence and knowledge. Please, go and join them.."

I instigate, hoping and wishing she goes to bother Toni instead.

For some reason, he could handle her bullshit really well.

"Oh, don't mind if I do.." She chuckles, immediately turning her back to me and walking away.

I sigh in relief, rubbing my nape to try to release some tension from my body.

I begin walking up to the cars myself, reading off every license plate to see which player got what model.

I stop at the car chosen by Aurélien, observing the details of the 'i4 eDrive35'.

« Très belle, non? » I hear him say. I nod, pursing my lips.

« Le couleur- noir est parfait.. » I compliment, stepping back to get a better view.

I open my mouth to say something else- but I'm startled by a loud car horn, it almost makes my eardrums explode. I shut my eyes tightly, not reacting fast enough to cover my ears properly.

"What the fuck.." I mumble, looking to my left. An obviously aggravated expression on my face, because who the hell thought that was a good idea?

“Jude! Get out of your mom’s car, please!” I exclaim, seeing him stand at the driver’s door.

The man couldn’t even drive, but got to choose a car for himself?

Not even that- he also chose the most expensive model worth more than a hundred thousand euros?

Life is so unfair.

“You’re standing in the way!” He exclaims, walking around to sit in the passenger seat. Another staff member comes over to drive him around the parking lot.

I give him a nasty look, stepping aside and looking back at Aurélien.

“Why don’t you join him?” He suggests, an obvious smirk on his face.

“What? Why would I do that?” I ask, raising my brows and folding my arms defensively.

“You know- nice car and fun drive..” He trails off, glancing at the moving car.

“I would feel like I’m in danger without him even being the driver..” I state, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand.

He chuckles, as if to mock the fear for my safety. I shrug it off, looking behind me to see where Luis is.

“Come on- get in the car and I’ll get Luis to do a little video..” I usher, walking away to get Luis.

The entire shoot takes us about an hour before we’re finally done. I quickly bid farewell and thank fellow staff members for their hard work before jumping into my car.

I go to start my car, looking up to see where Luis is. I roll my windows down, letting some fresh air into the car, hoping he’ll be here quickly.

“No- it’s just annoying because I’m trying to do my job properly and I’m getting the craziest stares. Like, does having a conversation with someone mean we’re married with three kids and a chihuahua?!” I exclaim, looking at Amira on FaceTime.

“And you attended his match, and you wore his name on your shirt and spoke to his family and-"

I cut her off with a loud groan, rubbing my eyes in irritation.

“You’re the one who set me up!”

“I thought you already knew it was his shirt! Should I have worn Jude’s while you wore Trent’s?” She defends herself, a smirk forming on her lips.

I shake my head, dropping my pencil on the table.

I had been studying all day and had stopped the instant Amira called me.

“The way I can’t even get mad at anyone about this- ugh..” I complain, shifting in my chair.

“And those follow requests are so annoying..”

I grumble, totally aware of the fact that I had been complaining about literally every single thing and then some.

“Girl, if you set your account on public again and accept those followers..”

“What? I’m going to clout chase being that douche's fake girlfriend?”

“Obviously?”

“I have to take over my dad’s firm one day, and you want me to be known for dating my coworker?”

“Too late-"

I stop paying attention to what she’s saying when the front door opens, my gaze moving to see my dad walking in.

“I’m going to call you back later.” I mutter to Amira, waving at her until she hangs up.

I close my laptop, standing up to walk over to the door.

“Hey, dad- you’re late.” I say, grabbing his laptop bag off of him.

“I had a lot of work to review. Did you have dinner?” He asks, hanging his coat up on the coat rack.

“I had some of the food auntie Carmen made. You?”

“We all had dinner in the office. Everyone has been going home late these days.” He says, washing his hands in the kitchen sink before loosening his tie.

“With what?” I ask, setting his laptop bag on the table, prying into his business.

“Can’t say, but- don’t you think you need to tell me something?” He suddenly asks, turning to me.

I freeze, looking at him with wide eyes.

What the hell would I be hiding from him?

“Uh- no? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” I state, scratching my nape in confusion.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, coming to hold onto my shoulders.

“I’m sure. What am I supposed to hide from you?” I ask, getting rather defensive, a frown forming in between my brows as I keep staring at him.

He notices my irritation, letting go of my shoulders and holding his hands up in surrender.

“Okay- I understand. Don’t get all angry at me..” He says, smiling.

“I’m not angry- just confused..”

“Forget I asked- How was work? How about you tell me about that instead?”

I purse my lips, looking down at my laptop.

“Alright, the players got new cars, so we had to do a shoot for BMW..” I mutter, fiddling with my notebook.

“You look so down, y/n. What? Are you jealous? I got you your new Audi less than two years ago..”

“What do you mean, dad? I love that car, would not exchange an Audi for a BMW- I have some car knowledge.” I state, my expression changing as I explain to him.

“That’s right! Come to me when you really want to change your car. I’ll call up some people I know.”

I make my way towards the printer, looking for the documents I had sent over to be copied a couple hours ago. Finding them, I quickly read them through to confirm the pages are complete, until I’m stopped by Hugo.

“Are you ready for El Classico week?” He asks, making a copy of something.

Most people, as in football fans, would say an El Classico is a match you shouldn’t miss. The long-standing rivalry between the two clubs was always interesting to watch, and I would definitely agree a hundred percent-

Only, if it didn’t mean we had to ensure our match posts, interviews, and statements were properly prepared and triple-checked and approved days leading up to the match.

Of course, I loved watching the game- but the way it exhausted literally everyone involved was no fun.

What made it harder was the fact that we had a whole Champions League match to worry about first. To sum it all up, no one was getting sleep for the next two weeks.

“Yeah, just really busy with preparations.” I reply, folding the corner of the documents.

“Good luck, we’ve all been having sleepless nights. It will be worth it in the end- you’ve experienced this before. Just keep on doing what you always do.”

I nod in acknowledgment, smiling at him.

“You’re right, we will put our best foot forward.” I give him a thumbs up, chuckling.

“Good- I’ll see you at lunch. Work hard!” He encourages, patting my shoulder before leaving with his printed papers.

I sigh in relief when he leaves, making my way up to my desk. I place the documents on the table, before running down to the pitch. Having to finish some last-minute recording of the match preparations.

I walk over to the pitch, training is already in full motion, and I notice Luis already there. I look around for any other staff members, only seeing the creepy guy I ran into weeks ago standing across the pitch.

The guy was a walking, real-life jumpscare at this point. I’d only run into him at random moments, and the way he’d look at me had my heart leaping into my throat.

“You’re late.” Luis complains, bringing me out of my thoughts, fiddling with a black cable.

“Did those two minutes kill you?” I ask, sighing, and look at the players who were training.

“Of boredom, yes..” He replies, and I notice the small- very slight compliment in his words. A smile forming on my face as I chuckle.

“We would’ve been absolutely fucked if Kepa didn’t save that one..” I mutter, insanely stressed, as I eye the scoreboard in the Lluís Companys Olympic Stadium. A temporary stadium FC Barcelona had been using for this season.

“Don’t say that- you have no trust in this team whatsoever..” Luis complains, looking up at me.

“Who will score?” I ask, we loved guessing who would score and assist goals during every match.

“Jude.” He immediately says, not hesitating one bit.

“No- I’m guessing Vinicius..” I say, eyes darting back to my laptop screen.

“I will be right- just watch..”

“It’s his second El Classico and his first in season one. What is he going-” I immediately stop talking when I notice a chance to score, my hands tangle into my shirt as I see how much space there is to score.

I gasp, and my jaw slacks open when Jude scores an absolute screamer, which I’d obviously never admit to him.

“I told you!” Luis screams, celebrating like it’s his birthday. I scoff, secretly happy we were put out of our 0-1 misery, and search for the draft I’m supposed to publish.

A couple minutes pass, it’s almost full time, and extra time is finally announced. The away side is full of Madridistas, all sitting on the edge of their seats until Luca kicks the ball towards Jude and GOAL!

The away side celebrates happily, with another El Classico win in our pocket. I quickly manage and do what I have to do, before we both get up to go back inside.

I was both delighted and annoyed at the fact that we won. Of course, it’s always amazing to win a match like this, especially when we were doing so well this season. Also because it’s Luca’s 500th match, and an assist is pretty amazing to pull off on a day like this.

The only thing making me have bitter feelings was the fact that I had to interview Jude today. Normally, Man Of The Match interviews with him were already horrific to experience. An elaborate interview with him, after I’d been avoiding him like the plague, wasn’t necessarily something I would want to do.

“Can you go first? I’ve got to pee really badly..” I say to Luis, placing my bag down and running towards the restroom. Finishing my business up quickly and washing my hands thoroughly.

I look around me for a bit, knowing that sometimes players would use these restrooms as well. I had heard about instances where the players of the opposite team had raged against our team’s staff members. Which definitely had me watching my back in moments like these.

I had interacted with some players of FC Barcelona, and they hadn’t been disrespectful so far.

Thus, I’m not too fazed when the door to the restroom opens. I look up as a sweaty and tired Ferran Tores walks in.

We make immediate eye contact, and I nod in greeting, shooting him a quick ‘hello' before pulling some paper towels from the dispenser to dry my hands.

He seems to be seething in anger, so I break eye contact, looking away.

“This is a staff bathroom, are you aware of that?”

He suddenly says, water splashing from the faucet as he begins washing his face.

“Sorry?” I question, wondering what he’s getting at.

“Not for girlfriends.” He mutters, turning the faucet off.

My face twists into one of confusion, the words throwing me for a loop. Seems like he notices, and he opens his mouth again.

“You’re Bellingham’s girl, aren’t you? This is the staff restroom.” He enunciates every single word as if I’m a kindergartner, it makes me freeze for a second.

I struggle to stop myself from reacting thoughtlessly, not knowing if I should be crying or laughing.

My hand reaches for my staff badge hanging from my neck, waving it in front of his face.

“Do I look like a girlfriend?” I ask, dropping my badge and stepping out before he can apologize.

Asshole, losing doesn’t give you the right to be so damn rude.

How could I even get rid of these stupid fucking rumors?

“Okay, smile!” I exclaim, holding Luis’s camera up to take a photo of the squad. With the happiness of winning an El Classico and the celebration of Luca's milestone came a lot of excitement and enthusiasm.

I hold back a chuckle at the sight of Aurélien laying on the floor, instructing some of them to move a bit for a better shot.

We take multiple photos together, staff members taking photos with the squad while I force them to stand in front of the camera.

“y/n, come here, and we’ll take a picture!” Antonio urges, snatching the camera off of me and pushing me to stand in front of the camera.

I feel myself being pushed, until I find myself almost pressing into Jude’s side.

I curse to myself, forcing an awkward smile as I pose next to everyone.

“What? Surely, you don’t think I bite?” Jude whispers, his arm dropping to his side.

“Please, shut up and pose. We still have that interview, so don’t start now..” I mutter between a clenched smile, pretending I’m not fazed.

I hear a soft chuckle, a mocking and breathy ‘sure’ leaving his mouth.

It gives me shivers down my spine, and I fight the urge to step on his shoe, focusing on posing instead.

This will be a long, long interview..

“You should’ve told me you’re leaving.” I mumble, mouth full of cereal and milk.

“Sorry, been so busy, didn’t even come to mind.” My dad says, walking around the house as he gets ready for work.

“Where is that blue tie I just got?” He shouts from his room.

“I ironed it! It’s in the bottom drawer!” I shout, scrolling through my messages.

“Got it!”

I hum, chugging the leftover milk in my bowl before standing up from the dining table.

“When are you going? Will you be gone for long?” I ask, watching him put the tie on in his bedroom.

“This weekend. It’s a crucial case, so I’ll be back when it’s totally over. Don’t get up to mischief. I know how you get when you’re home alone.” He points, giving me a stern look.

“Yeah, sure, I will plan a house party or two..” I joke, but it doesn’t land as he continues staring me down.

“Okay! I will be a responsible adult and call you or auntie Carmen when something happens..”

“Good, I’m leaving to get to work. Will you be back on time for dinner?” He says, grabbing his paperwork and laptop bag.

“Yeah, can we order in tonight?” I give him a pleading look, walking him out.

“You know I can’t deny my daughter happiness in the form of burgers and fries...”

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude x reader #jude bellingham imagine #real madrid fc #jude bellingham fanfic #footballer x reader #football imagines #football fanfic #football #football imagine #bellingham x reader #real madrid

[mydearesthrry]

hi!!! could u maybe write musician reader x harry idea dumping in the middle of the night???

a/n: u get it. this was fun to write teehee. song used is ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’ by delaney bailey! enjoy :P (this got away from me.)

warnings: nothing, cute fluff from our fave knuckleheads!!!!

“hi baby angel, what are you doing?” harry murmured, a grin on his face as he walked into the living room, seeing his wife sitting on the floor with her guitar on her lap.

“writing something, i think,” she grumbled, scratching aggressively at her shoulder since her guitar strap was rubbing against it. “something’s not working here.”

“well, what’ve y’got so far?” he asked, plopping himself next to her, resting his chin on his hand that was propped up on his knee.

“um, i’ll play it for you,” she shifted in her spot to face him, itching her nose as she scooted. “i’m thinking it’ll be called like, ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’? i mean, i basically say it in the first verse anyway.”

“cute!” he replied, making her giggle softly.

“okay, um,” y/n began strumming, eyes closing as she played the round of chords she had in mind.

‘cause you hold in my tide

i would die a thousand times

just to see you in another life

stopping after the second chorus, she drops her chin to her chest, hair curtaining around her face as she groans in annoyance. “i can’t figure out the fucking bridge.”

“baby, that was beautiful.” harry says seriously, eyes shining with adoration and utmost love.

“shut up. help me write this bridge.” she muttered, but leaning to press a kiss to his lips in gratitude.

“hm… what if y’like, made it still ocean themed? like slow down the song at that part and make it so it sounds like the water’s coming back up the shore.” he explained casually, not realizing how complicated that sounded.

“what?” she questioned, a confused furrow in her brow.

“like, hold on, give me the guitar.” he held his hands out to grab it, settling it on his lap against his tummy when it was in his possession. harry furrowed his brow, humming a little before just barely singing the words, ‘my love’.

y/n watched as he used relatively the same chords to strum a different pattern, already filling in the gaps with his hums. “i got it! h, wait!”

“see, there y’go lovie. jus’ needed a little boost, hm?” he smiled widely, his bunny teeth peeking out.

“god, we’re fuckin’ good at our jobs.” she murmured after rerecording the song with harry’s added bridge. a giggle left harry’s throat at her look of relief, high-fiving her as she set her guitar back on the stand.

“should i release it? i think we could probably record it tonight.” y/n shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, standing from her place on the floor.

“y’wanna record this song right now? its 2:45 in the morning, sweetheart.” he chuckled at her, standing up after she did.

“yeah, honestly. wanna be my producer for the night?” she giggled, moving towards him slowly, her hands coming to rest on his chest, then fanning out to the nape of his neck.

“sure, baby. if that’s what y’want.” harry promised, his hands resting on her hips. leaning forward, he pressed a kiss on her forehead, both cheeks, and eventually her lips, savoring the flavor of her chapstick that she loved to use before bed.

“i do want that, please?” she whispered between them, pecking his lips again.

“alright, lead the way, angel girl.”

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yourinstagram: my new song ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’ is out may 1st 💌 written & produced by me and husband harrystyles eeeeek i love this song i cant wait for it to be yours!!!!!!!

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landonorris: so excited y/n/n!

sabrinacarpenter: omfg stop

user1: THEY WROTE IT TOGETHER AND PRODUCED IT TOGETHER STOP 😭

harrystyles: I love nothing more than I love you. Thank you for letting me work on this with you. H Xxx

> yourinstagram: harrystyles the sea to my shoooooreeeeeee i love u to pieces and pieces and pieces!!!

niallhoran: Yay bug! Can’t wait to hear it ❤️

user2: y/n probably painted the cover art im unwell

user3: “i love you too much to drift completely” BRUH IM DONE THEYRE SO 😭😭😭

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry edward styles #harry styles drabble #harry styles smau #harry styles x musician!reader #famous!reader x harry styles #singer!reader x harry styles

[fantasyinallforms]

The last sneak peek before the day of release!

Enjoy this snippet of my new fic, The Burden Of Choice, coming out in just two days on April 25th!

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“Flower crowns are a little like braiding but more like weaving. You want them to be sturdy enough that they won’t fall apart with a little light play but not so hard you strangle the stems.”  They sat in compatible silence apart from Bilbo’s instruction. Both of them were concentrating on their tasks. Thorin failed several times to get the flowers to hold their shape. After several failed attempts and dozens of snapped and discarded flowers, Thorin finally had a functioning flower crown. He placed it on the bed next to Bilbo’s and tried not to cringe at how juvenile his attempt looked in comparison. “Nimble hobbit hands are better suited to this craft than rough dwarven ones.” Thorin sighed.  “Oh, I don't know about that. The only advantage I have is decades of practice.” Bilbo set aside his crown and picked up Thorin’s, nestling it securely on his head with a smile. “It even fits me!”  “You don’t have to wear that.” He knew that Bilbo probably thought the work was shoddy, and he hated the idea of him walking around with something so ill-made. Thorin reached for the crown, intent on swapping it with the beautiful one Bilbo had made, but before his hand could grab anything, Bilbo laced his fingers through his, stopping his progress.  “I want to wear it because you made it.” Bilbo used his hand as an anchor to lean forward seductively. “because you made it for me. Rough dwarven hands and all, and I’ll have you know I’m growing very fond of how rough those hands can be.”

#bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield

[kamii-2]

NEED A KK SMUT

maybe angst to smut 😳😳

love angst more then life sorry😩😩

ICE TOOOO

I LOVE UR WORK NEED EVERY THING TBH

HI ANON, ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE !!! also sorry if it’s not how you wanted it and i will make a ice smut for you eventually 🫡 AND THANK YOUUUUU 💋💋

warning(s): cussing, smut, fingering, making out, eating out, all the outs (jk), strap (first time writing smut with a strap), edging, etc.

genre: jealousy (idk what to call it) & smut

pairing(s): jealous!kk arnold x fem!reader

not proofread 💦

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kk dragged you out of your bed to come to the party just for her to leave you on the couch in the corner of the room by yourself, people would come over every so often and say hi but that was it.

you were bored so you decided next person to come over that wasn’t kk’s friend you would flirt with them or something to make her jealous. luckily the next person to walk up was your friend, she sat down next to you and started to talk about some funny stuff that just happened. you felt kk staring at you so you cut your friend off to say “im trying to make kk jealous fake flirt with me please.” you whisper in her ear. she nods then puts her hand on your thigh and starts playing with your hair continuing to talk to you.

kk was getting more and more jealous the longer she watched it happen. your friend had started to caress your arms and get really close to your neck and whisper things, kk was thinking the worst but in reality your friend was just talking about how mad kk is gonna be. kk’s last straw was when your friend put her hand on your chest, close to your neck and whispered in your ear, you giggled and put you hand on her thigh. when kk seen this she left her friends without saying anything and walked over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. you look back and your friend and mouthed ‘thank you’ and winked.

“i don’t know who you think you are doing all of that but you need to stop” she warned as she dragged you past her friends and to her car. “what did i do?” you acted confused and tried to hold back a smirk, she glanced over at you and tightened her grip on your hand, “you know what you did bro, stop playing.”

the way she was talking to you and holding your hand made you wet, you knew that she was gonna fuck the life out of you when you got home. when you reached the car she opened the door for you and closed it when you got in. she got in and started the car. you were admiring her as she started to drive, her dreads were in a half up half down type style, her eyebrows were furrowed, he hands were gripping the steering wheel, she looked so hot. her right hand left the steering wheel and moved to your thigh, moving up and down.

her hand was getting closer and closer to your wet pussy, the closer she got the wetter you got. her hand was now under your black skintight dress, she pushed it farther up your thighs and tapped your thigh for consent, even though she’s mad and wanted to fuck you till you were brain dead she still asked just in case you decided you didn’t wanna fuck anymore, you put your hand on hers signaling a yes. she moved your panties to the side and dipped her fingers in you, you threw your head back and moaned. you scooted forward on your seat so she could have better access. she pushed her fingers in and out fast, driving with her other hand. “holy fuck.” you moaned as you were about to finish already. just as you were about to release she removed her fingers, wiping them on your dress and continuing to drive as if nothing happened.

“why’d you do that?” you asked her as you turned your head to face her, “because i can.” she said as you guys pulled into your apartment parking lot. you got out of the car before she could go over and open the door. you grabbed your keys and phone from the cup holder and walked into the apartment building and straight to the elevator with kk following right behind you. you pressed your floor and waited for the elevator doors to close before kk pushed you against the wall and kissed you, one hand on your throat, the other grabbing your boob, she tried to shove her tongue in your mouth but you didn’t let her because the door was about to open. you pulled away and gave her one last kiss before you guys headed to your apartment, as you were unlocking the door kk was caressing your hips and ass, giving it a slap or squeeze.

when you opened the door kk took her shoes off before dragging you to your bedroom, you had one heel on and the other was off on the floor but kk didn’t care.

she pulled you in and pinned you by your hips against the door, she kissed you again and successfully shoved her tongue in your mouth this time. she lifted up your dress again and took off your panties, she dropped to her knees and put her hands under your things and lifted you up against the door and started to eat you out like you were her last meal. you were moaning so loudly and so much that you knew your voice was gonna be gone tomorrow.

she sucked on your clit harshly and kissed it. your legs had started to shake and she put one of your legs on her shoulder and held the other, using her free hand to finger fuck you. this sent you over the edge and cummed all over her fingers, she pulled them out and sucked them clean before she got up from under you and dragged you to the bed, you sat down trying to catch your breath. she grabbed the strap from on your closet floor and took off her shirt and pants, leaving her boxers and sports bra on. she slipped the strap on and walked over to you.

she pushed you back gently and grabbed your hips and lined herself up with your entrance. she purposely pushed in slowly and the further she pushed, the louder you got. “kk, oh, please go faster. i’ll do anything please.” you begged. she listened and went as fast as she could with no warning. you were a moaning mess, the wetness from earlier was spilling out of you onto the strap the more she thrusted. you were so close to cumming after such a short amount of time. “oh, fuck kk, i’m about to cum.” you said.

she somehow manages to go faster than she already was, “hold it.” she demanded. “i can’t.” you cried out, with tears on your face. she rubbed your clit and it sent you over the edge, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

the overwhelming amount of pleasure made you squirt all on kk’s stomach. she was smiling as she helped you ride out your high. “well, just found out i can turn you into a water fountain off of a fake dick and my hand.” she taunted you as she pulled out. “shut up.” you said with a smirk as you sat up.

kk cleaned herself and you up and you guys went and cuddled and watched movies. kk was staring at you, “what?” you asked her. “you look so gorgeous.” she said while glancing down at your lips. you smiled, “thank you, you too.” you gave her a kiss on the lips then gave her multiple all over her face.

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hey guysssssi hope you enjoyed!! anyway i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

#kk arnold x reader #kk arnold #smut #uconn huskies #uconn wbb

[readychilledwine]

I absolutely adore Pieces of You! I was so happy you posted part three, and then I read part three and was destroyed?? I just want them to be happy? I suppose I’ll sob till the next update (especially about little Mor being a look-a-like for his sister 😭)

I feel like Rhys is only going to get worse and Nesta and Mor are going to feel terrible about no other female comparing, even though they’re for sure grieving. Poor Az, it’s a good thing he can keep a secret. I feel like when Cassian finds out then the entire IC will know shortly after lol. I can’t wait to see where you take it!!

Oh no 🥺

I promise it gets better.

This preview won't make it seem better, but it will be the reason Rhysand and reader only spend a short time apart.

Nyx was inconsolable. He had spent the better portion of the morning crying, screaming, refusing to sleep.

Rhysand picked him up, praying to anyone who would listen and wishing on every star that Nyx would just take this bottle. As soon as he latched, Rhysand watched his flawless little face make a deeper scowl before pushing the bottle away. You were Nyx's sole thought. Your smell, your skin under his, your voice. The piercing wail had Azriel and Cassian running up the stairs as soon as they arrived.

Rhysand knew Nyx didn't fully understand the noise about to come from his mouth. Nyx didn't know it expressed exactly what he wanted, nor what the sound would mean. He didn't know that it would make his father crawl back to you less than 12 hours after you had left. The heir released a strangled cry over and over again of one of the only sounds he knew to make, "Ma. Ma. Ma!"

"Is he crying for Feyre?" Cassian went to take a tentative step forward, just for Rhysand to stand and move quickly out of the room.

"No," Rhysand choked down the tears that were getting ready to fall. "He's crying for y/n. He's crying for his mama."

#elizabeths.updates #send asks #send anons #piecesofyou

[intergalacticfloralexplorers]

Intergalactic Floral Explorers AU: The Full Story

-The rest of Event 1 and first intermission-

Event 1(cont.):

-After Brittany gathers some pikmin from the onion (which only contained blues, rocks ,and winged pikmin) she would encounter a bomb wall. The bomb wall blocks the section to where the ‘courage reactor’ was originally found, which is also where Olimar is. Olimar and Brit realize this, and at this point the ship contacts them. Olimar attempts to contact Louie and Brittany contacts Alph.

- Cut to Alph waking up on top of the snowman, having no memory of how the ship crashed. He finds the yellow onion and some yellow pikmin digging up bomb rocks. After calling them over, he walks in the direction where the Fiery Bulblax is and lo and behold, Charlie is being attacked by it. A yellow pikmin (Rigol) saves him by throwing a bomb rock at the Bulblax. Charlie was over there because he was retrieving Alph’s koppad (C’s broke during the crash) and after getting it back, A and C retrieve the call from Brittany.

- A and C are on their way to their location, Brit tells Oli and the ship the good news (Oli was unable to contact Louie) and so they opt to wait. The ship is making minor repairs to the Drake at this same time too. But then the Smoky Progg appears behind a distracted Olimar, killing 2 red pikmin. Olimar flees holding the last remaining red pikmin, Brit comms Alph and Charlie to hurry!

- The Progg corners Olimar, and Oli braces himself for a fight, but then Louie comes seemingly out of nowhere and strikes one of its eyes with his butcher knife. 

-The Progg flees, O and L stare at each other awkwardly for a moment before Olimar begins to express his relief, for Louie is ok, and also concern, for Louie’s nose is bleeding. Lou tells him he’s fine, and the nosebleed was from the crash and that it's nothing. 

- Distant explosions are heard, A B and C have destroyed the wall. O and L reunite with the koppaites just before dusk, and they head back into the Drake, ending the day.

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An “Intermission” period would occur to answer asks, explore characters and areas, introduce the leading piks, Blue returns to our universe, etc. y'know, a little break before the story continues :]

next

#floral au #…hi #been a bit huh? #Pikmin 4 releases soon…so I’ve decided this askblog will discontinue #and will instead become a side log for the Floral AU! #I will be writing out to the best of my ability what I had planned with the askblog #The next event will be published around august #and character profiles will be published shortly after this post! #My sincere apologies for being unable to continue the askblog #If you have any questions comments or concerns please don’t be afraid to ask me! #To those who supported this blog ever since the beginning…thank you. thank you for everything<3 #I hope you look forward to reading the rest of the story🌼 #story2

[vennilave]

Entha chithram... Entha chithram Ennesi gnapakalo Oopiradedhela

Ante Sundaraniki (2022)

#hehe im alive #sorry for hiatus second year was ugly but i am back #a bunch of great #movies has been releasing so look forward to more sets #and also ofc im back for ante sundaraniki hehe i hacve a few more to come from this #SUPPEEER EXCITED TO SEE THIS NEXT WEEKEND #ante sundaraniki #entha chithram #nani #nazriya #nazriya nazim #tolly #tollywood #telugu #Paatu #gif #gifset #sontha post da

[tobe-sogolden]

is this thing still on......

#wow long time no see #popping on out of nostalgia 🥲 #ive just started studying for my second medical licensing exam #and i was just reminiscing about studying for the first one last year #bc it was at the same time as you are home and as it was release and all the album stuff in general #and i seriously wouldn't have survived that period without harry and everything he was up to #it's so much isolation and weeks upon weeks of just studying from sunrise to sunset and it's mentally draining #so ofc im not excited to do that again 😆 #and feeling stressed that i don't have anything to really look forward to day to day like i did the first time #so i was like aw i should see what people are up to #i still keep up with harry a little like he still comes up on my socials and i see his concert videos and stuff #still rooting for him and still love him to bits tbh but his fandom is unbearable #i gave it an honest try but i didn't even make it 3 years lmao it was hell #maybe it's better now! but better not to risk it lol #i'll find some other way to not off myself these next few weeks #i hope everyone is well!!!!!!

[currentlyonstandbi]

the way life will be worth living again once this day is done and all my assessments for the year are handed in

#fr i can feel it i can almost taste the serotonin almost imagine the relief of all the stress leaving my body #until grades are released and i knoe whether or not i failed my courses #but my dogs birthday is this week and im making cake . my friend reached out to say dnd is happening soon #so much to look forward to over thr next 2 months if i can just make it through today !!!!!!!!!!

[scrawnytreedemon]

I posted 1,060 times in 2022

308 posts created (29%)

752 posts reblogged (71%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,059 of my posts in 2022

#reblog - 661 posts

#scrawny rambles - 356 posts

#artwork - 322 posts

#fromsoft - 186 posts

#shitpost - 180 posts

#tloz - 161 posts

#elden ring - 116 posts

#queue - 92 posts

#scrawny answers - 89 posts

#bloodborne - 86 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#then pfp!seph would go right back to hollow like 'hiiii 🥰🥰 just got more intel~ let's continue w/ our journey' while hollow goes '👁👁'

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Praise be to him, the One and Only; Patron Saint of Martial Knowledge.

111 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#4

On a (marginally) less batshit note, Final Ghirahim? My little icecream boy.

His hair has The Swoop :)

He has little fangs :) God I love him :) He needs more appreciation <3

134 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

#3

Don't even THINK about calling yourself a self-made man if you're not him.

148 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

#2

LOOK, I know this thread ended up concluding that Micolash, is not, infact, secretly a swole menace...

...HOWEVER I also think it would be INCREDIBLY funny if he pulled a Senator Armstrong and went full, “I PLAYED [FOOTBALL] IN COLLEGE!” while still being a rambling lunatic nerd.

Look.

I’m just saying.

212 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Decided to take my recent musings and do something with them. Turned out far more bombastic than the initial subtle nod I intended... Ahh, standard fare ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ soppy rambling beneath the cut ]

Been feeling very nostalgic lately for my pre- and early teens; that'd been when I'd first started getting into Zelda content online. Binge-watching theories and top-tens and peoples' thinkpieces on whatever their favourite (or least favourite) game was.

One of my favourite vids to revisit was a Halloween special rabbidluigi did with some other guy, compiling what they thought were the top 25 creepiest things in Zelda. It's from 2012, so it's rough, to say the least, but it also feels like home.

Skyward Sword was the first Zelda game I ever had, but Twilight Princess was the first game I ever played-- Even if it was a bare scrape into the prologue. Fitting that I draw this guy.

243 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #scrawny rambles #hgfhjhkjkhHJJKFVKJHKJ WOWIEEEEE #HUH ???? #i would like to give specials thanks to the following users: #crisiskuraudo(AKA cris); marshiestars; just-another-tokyo-ghoul-fan(AKA cesium); mrslittletall; cherrylavendertea; #katyahina; redsixwing(AKA six); iinsecta(aka bug); fenharael; drmobiusvanch; alphxnaud; thethrillof; importedragonfruit; #iliothermia(AKA hyde); ghirahimbo(AKA steph); theblindhakune(AKA haku); enide-s-dear; lucindria(AKA celine); breath-of-the-twink; #and no doubt many more of you that i've somehow missed #thank you all for the wonderful time i've had this year #especially during all this chaos #it really has been a privilege #glad to see a healthy balance of fromsoft/zelda in my top postshjhfjkdhjkJHJHKJK #ffvii baby i am SO SORRY let's hope that changes with the new releases next year #[I HOPE...] #so yeah!! thank you all so much :}} looking forward to next year~ 🥰

[yume-fanfare]

ra*bits previews when......

#crazyb's were released june 30th so maybe next week ? #ok now that's something i can look forward to post-elections #suicidio pospuesto #mar's midnight rambles

[linda-rose]

I say this during many moments that taylor decides to do things like announce or release an album or song or collab or play a weekend of shows or surprise attend a random award show in a killer outfit or whatever but it really is always at the absolute perfect time for me personally. She puts into the world whatever I need exactly when I need it most--something relatable, comforting, scary relevemt, healing, silly, or simply the only successful distraction from reality etc--and I will never stop being grateful for that.

I don't always realize it right away although sometimes I'm definitely like thank fucking god she's doing something in this moment or has this exact song to distract me or motivate me to get me out of bed or help heal me or whatever but I don't know something something we're so lucky to have her and her music always in our corner <3

#brought to you by an unsuspecting devastating weekend during a already baseline stressful time #during which if it wasn't for the speak now announcement that just so happened to also be this weekend #and all of her cute shenanigans on tour and surprise songs and just seeing her three days in a row and stuff #the only things remotely distracting me or allowing me to focus on other things or have a normal conversation with people or feel some joy #i would be so very lost i could nto imagine #even when things are okay or good the absolute motivation of a release day that becomes the next big thing you're looking forward to #is so powerful #anyway #just thinking thoughts over here #i love her #taylor swift #the eras tour #swiftie

[crj-200]

being enby but closeted at work is fun because i know exactly which coworkers would hate me if i was out!! but i stay silly :3

#was really looking forward to being out at my next job but i just realized i'll have to legally sign flight releases so. #i'll have to keep using my super feminine name unless i wanna change it. which sucks because i wanted to try it out lmao #i named my sona the name i'm considering but it's nothing like my birthname so. it would be difficult to say it's a nickname #oh well i'll figure that out later :3 all i know is im not gonna be out at this job #i'm sure my boss would be supportive but the rest im not too confident in :3 #but i stay fucking silly :33333333 #nessie posting

[maiathebee]

The past couple years I really disengaged with bangtan and it’s crazy because watching their hweshik, they’re saying all the things I was feeling.

It was clear that their music and comebacks were all part of the groups story through ON, and that narrative kind of lost the thread afterward. The fact that their singles during the pandemic were mostly driven by circumstance, reaching for accolades and capitalistic concerns, without the usually added motivation of a point of view, message or cohesive story, was pretty glaring and I’m glad they’re talking about it.

Yoongi talking about how writing lyrics was so hard is so great.  We see this with these sorts of groups all the time but the artists don’t admit that once they’re famous the context changes and you need time to decide what you want to say from this new place influence. Like the fact that Yoongi wasn’t talking about this more in 2019/2020 really frustrated me because it felt like a departure from his usual way of talking about their work.

But they also talk about not being able to be fully honest about the group’s plans or even feelings about being in the group because things were changing and adjusting and they were waiting for the path to become clear again. For the last few years I really felt that reticence when they discussed their music and ideas and future, and I’m glad they can be as straightforward as they want again. Like, if nothing else I’m just glad they can be honest about not living in the same place! It’s wild how long they skirted that.

There are a lot of reasons why I disengaged with BTS! In the wake of Burning Sun, I knew that I couldn’t let myself invest too much emotional wellbeing in people I literally don’t know. I got more engaged with environmental activism and more frustrated by their political vagueness and the wastefulness of kpop fandoms (and fandom in general). My mental health got bad enough that my parasocial relationship with them was no longer a sufficient coping mechanism.  I just didn’t like their new singles as much, and they lightened their choreography so I didn’t voraciously watching their videos. I was working full time and couldn’t be as plugged in to fandom’s time drain. The huge influx of muggle fans made me frustrated.  I started noticing a tendency amongst army to formulate mythologies on twitter that we all had to believe no matter their truth, particularly when it came to the guys’ beliefs or ideas. 

But ultimately, I still love BTS’ music. I think they’re all talented.  I enjoy the content BigHit has produced with them, and love watching them (particularly on Korean shows).  I don’t think I will always like everything they do, or approve of all their actions, but a huge reason I liked them is because they were direct and honest with fans and seemed to actually bring their own real points of view into their work. I am looking forward to a new era where they can return to that creative openness! I’m glad that this chapter of their story had a purposeful end and didn’t just wither away. I’m looking forward to stronger and more impactful creative decisions from them in the future, and I hope that some of what they work on in the coming years has the narrative complexity/intellectual depth of some of their best work over the last 9 years! I know not all of it will, but it’s that sort of output that I personally want and am excited about :)

#I just remember when BTS felt like a TEXT to me #and I'm so glad they created an ending chapter to that text with this release and this festa season #and am looking forward to enjoying what they all do next #but also glad I can look back at all they created as its own thing that's narratively complete #idk I just respect that and their commitment to that #also I can't wait for them to start being on Korean tv again #PLEASE #bangtan #my thoughts