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shesastrangertosome · 4 years
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These two sets of eyes are my weakness 👀
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mellowdreamer · 4 years
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Aang, Hakoda, Momo~ love ur dadleaf
dadleaf!!!!! i’m love you!
aang — what do you like to do to calm yourself?
i calm myself down by getting out all the energy!! this is usually playing some loud music and jumping around my room as i vigorously lipsync to the song. my current calm down song is Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) by My Chemical Romance!!
hakoda — who is someone that inspires you?
usually i’m more inspired by experiences or places than people, but i guess i’d say all of my friends and found family! (and yes this includes crimily :D)
momo  — how did you meet your group of friends?
surprisingly i have a lot of friends,,,
aioli pal — we met through my best friend at the time, who she was dating, but i hated her when i met her because the boy i had a crush on (and dated for like a week?) was in the 7th grade equivalent of love with her. once i got over that bias, we became really close friends and even three years later, i’m closer with her than with anyone else. she’s my sugar baby, candle man, sister, best friend, wife and everything rolled into one.
@one-moist-watermelon​ — my wife!!!! we’d been in mutual classes before but the first time i really met them was in our year 9 drama class!! i don’t quite remember how exactly we met but the time i knew i wanted to be friends with them was when we and two others wrote a little skit about harold holt. if you don’t know who harold holt is, he was an Australian prime minister who went for a swim one day and vanished. in our skit, harold holt (played by yours truly) was running away to new zealand under the fake name richard richardson. shanbear’s role was that, after a customs officer became close to finding me out, i pointed at them and yelled “that man is smuggling dr-gs over the border!”. they ripped off a mustache they were wearing, yelled “i’m not a man, i’m a woman!” and were taken away by a security guard. i then slipped through customs and made my escape to new zealand.
also fun fact: australians named a pool after harold holt. we named a swimming pool after the PM who is believed to have drowned at sea. let that sink in just like he probably sunk.
fridge gang — oh boy. we met through a dc/batman roleplaying server and bonded over our love of buzzfeed unsolved, chaos, murder, john mulaney, more murder, and memes. we did end up leaving the rp server because of complications, but we’re still close and arguably closer than ever!! i love mooria and parkoo so much and i would murder someone for them. this is probably the friend group i have the most inside jokes with. *looks wistfully into the distance* autothots, roll out.
crimily — the crime fam!! i met them in @fyrelordzuko‘s atla discord server (which is now closed to the public, so don’t try it.) and they’re the friend group i’ve known for the least amount of time so there isn’t a lot of story here :( we bonded over crimes! they all adopted me except ver cause they’re younger than me. they’re amazing people and i love them very much!!!!
send me asks based on atla characters!
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echeloncwb-blog · 5 years
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#Repost from @shannon_letos_girl_l490 with @regram.app ... And now for what this beautiful man is all about!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #hispassion #hisenergy #ourshanimal #themuddafugginboss . (cto❤️) . @shannonleto #shannonleto #30secondstomars #shanimal #shanbear #sexyshannonleto #adorableshannonleto #ilovethisdrummer #shannonletoisthebestdrummerintheworld #shannonletodrumgod #thebestdrummer #theboss #onesexybadassdrummer #shannonletoishotterthanthesun #themostgorgeousmanonearth #themostbeautifulmanintheworld #themoststunningmanthatseverlived #thesweetestmanever #sosexyheshouldbeillegal #shannonletosgirl #heismyremedy #iamhisremedyhejustdoesntknowityet #alwaysloveshannonleto #mylovealways #❤️🌹 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3XUaxBgXX3/?igshid=hqmb4jqm6fkm
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hurricanesfollowyou · 6 years
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This is my America: Shannon Leto
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lolainblue · 7 years
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Just some random b/w Shanbear
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shanscript · 3 years
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Hi shanbear! That's my new nickname for you and I'm stickin with it 😘 again SUPER congrats on reaching 1K that's so incredible and you deserve it!
Could I ask for a plaything matchup from you? I read some and they are soooo amazing (and lowkey I've been looking at all these toys too for research purposes 👉🏽👈🏽)
1. My haikyuu faves I can narrow down to Boukto, kuroo, and Daichi
2. She/her ♀️
3. V for volumpcious vajayjay 💖👄💖
4. Indeed a night owl 🦉
5. Hot tea🍵
6. I honestly use both so much but I'll go with YouTube 💻
7. Introvert 🙈
8. I like neutrals 🍂
9. Shuffled playlist because I love to rock out to kpop then cry about love 🥲
Thank you so much in advanced and takenyour time with these so you don't burnout!
your toy matchup is the arc 💕
part of my playthings 1k matchup event!
who: daichi x v!reader
what: adult characters, thigh worship, oral sex, use of an insertable vibe, a lil spit, squirting
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aaaahhhHHHHH TOONY HI BB. oh my god your responses were such a fuckin joy to read (shanbear! 😭) just by the emojis alone i would KNOW EXACTLY WHO THIS IS FROM 💕✨ i’ll forever appreciate your undying love & support. i’m matching you with one of my fave toys, it hiiiits so good also throwing in a fave position of mine too uwu. i know you simp heavy and would enjoy some hard lovin & thigh squeezin so this one goes out to you! (sorry it’s kinda long)
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Your fingers brushed through Daichi’s hair before softly scratching the back of his scalp. You admired him from above, at how handsome he looked lying between your thighs. His arms were draped heavily around your hips as he trailed slow kisses across your plush skin. His hands roamed up your sides, fingertips barely brushing the edges of your breasts. Daichi sucked and bit little marks all along your inner thighs, just to draw out of you those little sounds he loved so much.
He inched forward a little on his elbows, bringing his mouth dangerously close to your exposed pussy. Your fingers in his hair began to twist and pull as he extended his tongue to taste your lips. He alternated between swirled and wide licks, pointing the tip to your clit every few seconds. His fingers tightened around your waist, and he dragged you down onto your back. You gasped out a moan as he pushed your knees up to your chest and plunged his tongue inside your pussy. Deep, curling licks coaxed your walls to swell and tingle.
Placing one last kiss to your pussy lips, Daichi sat up on his knees. He dragged your ass up into this lap and grabbed the slender vibrator he’d left waiting on the edge of the bed. You panted and whimpered as he leaned over to spit on your clit. Something about the way he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand after made your pussy clench down around nothing. You reached up to grab at the pillows beneath you as he activated the toy with a flourish.
Keeping your knees pinned to your chest with his forearm, Daichi pressed the rumbling silicone to your slick clit. Your back lifted off the sheets once the vibrations made contact, and the last full breath you’d take for a while escaped your lips with a cracked moan. He rubbed his spit into your sensitive skin, flicking the ridged head back and forth. Back and forth. Each twist of his wrist made your whole body roll with pleasure.
Daichi leaned a little more of his weight into your thighs, keeping you from squirming while he pushed the bulbous head of the toy inside you. Your brows pinched into a pout as you felt the short, searing stretch. Daichi intently watched your expression contort when the firm toy immediately found your g-spot. Holding you in half like this made it so easy to milk your gummy ceiling, to bump and thrust against your favorite spot, with powerful pulses.
Your breath quickened and your mind raced as Daichi pumped his arm faster and harder. You could only form parts of his name, in high squeaks and whines. The pressure inside you built to match the heavy impacts against your g-spot. Daichi’s rhythm rose to something wild and chaotic, accented with his soft grunts. Your mouth hung open silently as your hips jolted in his grip. Your vision blurred as your release enveloped your core. With a desperate cry, you clenched and gushed over his hand, splattering your juices up his veiny forearm.
Daichi looked up at you, his expression reading as both surprise and wickedness. He turned off the vibrator, but idly twisted it just to hear it move in your sweet juices. He finally breathed a low groan. “You… you’re my favorite little mess.”
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Mars Is Coming 😆
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echelonlab-blog · 6 years
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Comfort Food
submitted by @lolainblue
   T/W: Describes a depressive episode. If this is going to be upsetting to you please skip this piece.
    Rylie comes into the kitchen and sets the bags of takeout down on the counter. She knows there is too much of it, there’s probably more than enough here to feed a half a dozen people not just the two of them, but she doesn’t know what might tempt him to actually eat today and so she has covered her bases. Before spreading out today’s provisions she first opens the refrigerator, gathering up the uneaten repasts from several days back. She tosses the carcasses of old clamshell packaging and their questionable contents in the trash container, noting with a wrinkle of her nose that she needs to take that out when she leaves. She tosses away the rest of the refuse she sees laying about, and then gathers a clean washcloth from the drawer by the sink and prepares a basin full of hot, soapy water, which she uses to wash down the counters and clean the few glasses left sitting out. Once the kitchen is put to rights and smelling like a tropical breeze, she finally opens the bags she has brought, setting out the food in what she hopes is an appealing manner.     “Shannon,” she calls out in the quiet house, but she doesn’t expect an answer. She calls his name one more time when she has finished and then heads back to his bedroom, where she is almost certain he is.      She finds him on his bed, in almost the same position he was in when she left him last night. She takes a deep breath and swallows, counting to ten, determined to keep the quiver out of her voice that she feels on seeing him like this. “Hey Shannon, I brought dinner again.”      She doesn’t ask how he is, she knows the answer. It’s the same one it’s been for days now, although she hopes for something better every evening she shows up at his door.      “Ry… I don’t think….” Shannon mumbles, his face still buried in the rumpled blankets.      Rylie swallows again and grits her teeth in determination. Shannon is in the same sweats and t-shirt he has been in for four days now and she can smell him from where she stands in the doorway. Enough is enough. She knows he can’t sort it for himself so it’s up to her to help get him moving.      She walks past him without another word, directly to the en-suite bathroom where she turns on the shower. She gathers everything he’ll need and lays it out where he can easily reach it and then marches back to the bed.     “All right, Up you go. You smell like a hobo and you’re ruining my appetite now too. And I picked up dinner from El Coyote so you’re not going to spoil that for me. You know it’s my favorite.”     Shannon groans and rolls over, pulling the blankets over his eyes. Rylie quickly snatches them away from him and begins stripping the bed around him.      “These sheets have got to go too. Trust me, you’ll feel much better once you’ve showered and have fresh sheets.” When he doesn’t move she stops, her voice softer as she brushes her fingers through his haphazard mop of hair. “Come on, Shan. It’s Friday. I can even stay tonight if you’d like. But I’m not going to curl up back here with you if you don’t wash up and put some fresh blankets down.”     This seems to give him enough push that he sits up and puts his feet on the floor. Rylie goes back to stripping the bed, pulling pillowcases loose as she watches Shannon stretch one muscular arm after the other, rotating his head from side to side as his muscles adjust, before finally getting up and padding across the floor and into the bathroom. She is pulling out fresh linens for the bed when she hears a plaintive cry from en-suite.     “Ry….”     She immediately drops the sheets and goes to him, finding Shannon in his boxers, standing in front of the toiletries and change of clothes she has laid out for him, a look of confusion on his face. She wants to cry, this is a particularly bad day for him and her heart hurts for what he must be going through, but instead, she gently wraps her arms around him and rests her head on his shoulder. It takes him a minute, but eventually, she feels his arms wrap around her too, and she holds him like that until she feels him start to relax.      “I know it feels overwhelming,“ she tells him in what she hopes is her most calm and reassuring voice. "Just break the tasks down, one thing at a time. All you have to do right now is take your boxers off and get in the shower”     “I’m sorry, Ry. I don’t mean to be so much trouble. You don’t have to do this you know…”      She sees that his eyes, already red-rimmed and swollen from what must have been an earlier crying jag, are growing moist with another threatening storm. She is determined to head it off. “All right, none of that. You know I don’t mind. I’m here for you whatever the reason. You’re just sick. Just like anyone who has the flu or a cold. You’d like me to come take care of you and feed you chicken soup if you had a cold right?”     “And maybe give me a sponge bath?” Shannon jokes, almost cracking a smile.      The little bit of hope that glimmer of normal Shannon gives her refuels her determination. “I think you’re too far gone for a sponge bath, mister. Now strip and get under that hot water.”     He does as she requests, not shy about disrobing in front of her. Shannon has never been shy, and it’s not anything she hasn’t seen before. They were more than friends once, although it seems like that was several lifetimes ago. She misses it more than she lets on, but she’s happy to carry that torch for him. Whether or not anything ever changes between them she knows she is more special to him than he admits as well. It’s an equilibrium that only they understand.      She stays long enough to make sure that he’s finding his way now, lathered up with body wash and sighing under the hot steam, before she returns to making the bed. Once it is made she begins straightening up the bedroom, throwing away tissues and wrappers, straightening pill bottles and gathering dirty cups, until she hears the shower cut off. She waits patiently to make sure he gets dressed without any further hiccups. He finally appears in front of her, in a fresh t-shirt and sweats with a pair of fuzzy spotted socks on his feet. He is damp and his hair is ruffled and something in her heart tugs affectionately just a bit.     "You’ve been taking your meds, right?” she asks as she waves a half-full bottle at him.     Shannon grumbles and takes the bottle from her, opening it up and popping a single pill in his mouth and dry swallowing it. “When I remember,” he confesses.      “You need to hydrate too. Take those things with water.“ She takes the bottle back and returns it to its spot on the nightstand. "Come on, there’s food in the kitchen,” she urges.     “I’m not hungry,” he tells her, letting himself fall forward onto the freshly made bed. He grabs and pillow and pulls it underneath him, tucking his knees up and rolling to the side.      Rylie snatches the pillow away from him. “Well, I am. And you’re not going to make me eat by myself so you’re going to march into that kitchen and sit down next to me while I tell you about my day. And if you’re very good and maybe eat a flauta we can come back in here and curl up in the bed and watch some movies together.”      Shannon grumbles but follows her into the kitchen. He looks over the spread she has laid out for him while she pulls out plates. “Jesus, Ry. This is too much food. I haven’t even eaten the stuff you brought yesterday.”     “Or the day before or the day before that,” she adds. “But sooner or later something will sound good to you and I want there to be food in the house for you when that happens.”     He doesn’t say anything else, just watches as she makes herself a plate and then stubbornly puts some food on his too. He gets a bottle of water from the refrigerator and drinks that while he watches her eat and chatter on, her voice filling the otherwise silent house. She makes him feel less alone in the world. She is an anchor for him, and he needs her more than he thinks she knows.     Eventually, Shannon picks up his fork and starts picking at the food, and before he realizes what has happened he’s finished a tamale and some rice. He can see that Rylie is trying not to make a big deal of it, taking his half-empty plate with what he imagines she thinks is a casual shrug but he can see the big smile that is spreading across her face. He manages to pull his wits about him for a time and helps her with the cleanup, He adds the leftovers to the burgeoning pile in the refrigerator, it’s generous interior nearly bursting at the seams with her meals. He closes the refrigerator door but stands unmoving in front of the appliance, his wavy reflection looking back at him from the stainless steel surface. The evidence of her care is there, in his still damp hair that smells of shampoo, the tidy room with a freshly made bed waiting for him, the persistent meals spilling over on their chilled shelves. The way she never scolds him but always encourages him, the way she is there when he is on top of the world and when he is an absolute mess. The way he looks forward to her laugh, and the way his world seems a little less colorful when it is absent.      “I love you, Rylie,” he says simply.     She hugs him tightly, both of them savoring the feel of each other. “I love you too, Shannon.‘      He means more than that, he is almost positive, but he knows now is not the time. “Are you going to make me some popcorn to have with these movies, or are we just going to sit around and watch them like animals?” he asks.     Rylie laughs. “I’ll make you all the popcorn you’ll eat Shanbear,” she tells him, using a nickname he hasn’t heard in ages.     He pulls the large bowl he uses for popcorn out of the cabinet and feels the first real smile he has had in weeks stretch his cheeks. He’ll tell her tomorrow, he thinks. It’s good to have something to look forward to.
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endsofdreams-blog · 7 years
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A tribute to the Shanbear hug
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shesastrangertosome · 4 years
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That side look 🖤
Have an amazing Shanday 😍
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echeloncwb-blog · 5 years
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Mais loco que o bátima!! 😂🤓😎 (Credits to the owner) . . . . . . . . #30secondstomars #shannonleto #jaredleto #MarsIsland2019 #LiveLikeADream #maislocoqueobatman #crazyboy #shanbear #shannonletoishotterthanthesun #shanimal #echeloncwb https://www.instagram.com/p/B1CYVgSgZti/?igshid=q27nof1v952m
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kmp78 · 7 years
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"Am I the only one who thinks that if SL shows up at Coochiella, that´ll be a borderline insult to Mars fans?" I'm sure the sheep will be over the moon that "shanbear" came out of hibernation to show his "gorgeous face". "Omg I can't breathe, he looks so good" 🙄🤣 rofl #secondcomingofmessiah
More like the second coming of Brian.
You know, as in the kid who almost became the Savior - but sadly missed out.
Those who have seen “Life of Brian” know what I´m talking about.
Those who have not seen it... WATCH IT.
One of the funniest movies you´ll EVER see.
#BiggusDickus
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My girl @shanbearable and I are creating a blog and a YouTube to highlight our travels, some advice, and things you should have learned in school. If you have any requests, concerns, or anything, feel free to message me or her! We want to know what you'd like to see!
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miss-shannanigans · 7 years
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Munich, 2008
I don’t care how old this is. I don’t care if this has been shared before! That first picture killed me and I want all of you dead too <3
Credits to erialcgrove
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shesastrangertosome · 4 years
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Even if Saturday night stands for crazy fun, remember guys: STAY SAFE! 🙏🏻
Ⓒ to the owner 🤍
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