A Fangirl For Almost Everything

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What I'd give to read Vessel's notes and hear him use those beautiful British swearwords lol. (full video on youtube)

This tour’s artwork (a bit late)

there's been a robbery at the lourve???? please tell me they nicked the mona lisa it would be so fucking funny

i'm talking proper heist movie backflipping over lasers and cutting holes in the ceiling to slowly descend on a wire i want this shit to be FUNNY

nevermind they did something funnier let's chainsaw our way in and then scoot out beep beep that's the sound of my scooter vrmmm vrmmm that's the sound of my tiny chainsaw

Shaun (loki films) talking about finding the right location for the Fall For Me music video

Management: Showing Vessel some nice beaches in Wales... Vessel: "No, I want it to look miserable" Shaun: "I know a place"

Lofoten | From the peak of Tjeldbergtind

Something something Simon knows you’re a phantom of the opera fan and dresses up as the phantom for a Halloween party🤭 and suddenly the two of your are having nasty sex in the cellar of the building, while he still wears the mask

Vessel: this throne didn't come with a gun

III: bet! I gotchu!

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Portland, Oregon || 10/08/2025

I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should-

Reader who, after sustaining a career-ending injury on the field, is given an option to stay with the team and the only people who understand you. How? Well, the stress relief program, obviously :)

Honestly, it's not like you haven't fucked your teammates before, so you agree.

Which is how you end up attending multiple consultations before getting a portal pussy installed. It's weird, there's nothing more than a few markings there, but you can feel that somethings changed.

Price is the first one to use it, ensuring that the magi-tech is functional. He has you sit in his office and watch as he fucks the portal, feeling his fingers press around and explore the portal, his eyes crinkle in amusement at the way your squirm in your seat "feeling good, soldier? You need to tell me if anythings broken..."

After that, it's a free-for-all. They each have their own devices, but they lock when one of the others is in use. which does result in a bit of groaning about ghost hogging the portal during his solo ops. Soap calls dibs on the portal at night, there's nothing he loves more than holding it against his lips and licking his teammates spend out of you.

Kyle is the most likely to use you while he's on leave. He has to wake up extra early to get some cockwarming in before soap starts complaining. He always makes sure to be gentle about it, and you hardly wake up for the first few hours until he decides to actually fuck you.

The best part has to be when you watch football with them, sharing snacks and getting drunk. They pass the portal around between jokes like its completely normal, and no one even acknowledges the way you twitch and groan occasionally or how you sit on a towel to make clean up easier.

Hm...kyle and reader who are both pups??? No handler??

It was honestly a happy accident that kyle even discovered you were a pup, something you hadn't planned to tell him. You had sent him a photo of your new outfit, and accidentally got your collar in the background. One thing led to another, and now you both like to have 'puppy playdates' at his apartment.

Wearing your collars and gear, with plenty of toys and the nice doggy bed set up. Sometimes you two just playfaught and enjoyed the fuzzy pupspace before settling down to watch a movie and chew on toys.

More often, though, the playfighting devolves into humping and mounting eachother. Kyle always seems to win, his teeth digging into your neck until you whine in submission. He happily mounts you again and again until you can only squirm and pant.

Of course, afterwards he licks you in apology and nuzzles into your neck, pushing you to the doggy bed to rest. Then, no moments later, you two are right back at the play fighting and eventual mounting.

You're just pups after all, and it's not like there's a handler to tell you off :)

it never fails to surprise me how some people will simply take every single thing in a story at face value and assume that what the characters are saying or doing or thinking must always be true even when all of the context clues are screaming the opposite

Miss Frizzle would be an amazing sex therapist.

im obsessed with this one guy on instagram who goes to that deer park in japan and takes videos of them set to 2000s pop punk and rock. all of the videos are like this

Outer Range 1.04

"Mr. Riley... it's time for you to let her go. Hand her over. It's going to be okay."

The woman's voice is soft and gentle, and Simon knows it's supposed to be soothing, but all he feels is the burning urge in his chest to tell her to fuck off.

And he doesn't bear glancing down, because he knows the sight would tear him apart completely.

"Mr. Riley—" she tries again, but Simon's hands only clutch harder as he backs away.

Dread and agony claw at his insides. All he wants is to flee with you, but he knows he can't.

The woman straightens her shoulders, her voice more strict as she speaks up again, "Mr. Riley, you need to let go and let us handle this."

But Simon refuses to budge, face hardening into a deadly scowl. Then he notices how the woman's eyes flicker behind her glasses, her face relaxes.

"Mrs. Riley, I'm afraid your husband is refusing us to do our job."

"Simon—" His head ducks at the stern call of his name. Your daughter babbles and coos in his arms as she twists around to look at you, squealing with glee and reaching out to her mama.

"Golly," he mutters under his breath, because he'll never swear in front of his munchkin if he can help it, then side-eyes you with a guilty frown. "Don't wan' 'em to hurt 'er."

And with a fond yet exasperated sigh, you pry the toddler from his arms before handing her over to the waiting pediatrician assistant along with an apologetic flash of a smile. The woman immediately coos at your daughter and Simon stiffens as her bottom lips starts wobbling.

"She bloody hates this. They're gonna hurt 'er—" His eyes widen with trouble, but before he can rush forward to snatch his baby back, you curls your arms around his thick biceps before pecking his scruffy cheek.

"She needs that MMR shot, honey. I explained it to you in great detail."

"Mhmm." Your husband huffs and grumbles while his fingers curl around yours, needing the silent support while his eyes follow the scene with a sniper's focus on a high–stakes mission.

"Fuckin' hate needles... and she does, too."

You roll your eyes with a snort, "She's one year old, Simon. She doesn't know what hate even is yet."

And who knew that you'd be the one having to hold the great Simon Riley's hand and keep him from fainting at the doctor's office while his first child is getting vaccinated.

desperately want to draw want nothing less than to be drawing

this is how many pillows I want

Where does the you go. In this scenario

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Ah another fan of the classic children's roleplay, "neolithic burial"

yeah u get it