“ok listen to this story like seriously.. i have a friend named dennis, right? ok.. mikey, this lollipop you threw at my head broke. it shattered. thats how hard you threw it at my head! ok! seriously!! shh! shh! no, there’s a story! oh my god.. anyway.. there’s a guy, named jack… my friend.. my friend dennis.. my friend.. you guys gotta shut up! my friend dennis, i went to highschool, i was in middle school, i was in elementary school with the kid. anyway. he had an uncle. his name was tt, right? he was all into voodoo and stuff, right? so, i forgot about this. when i was a kid, right? he was like… i was like.. ‘tt, what am i gonna be when i grow up, right?’ cause he was like, used to see into the future and stuff. so.. no! let me tell you the story! so he’s like ‘you’re going to be on the stage’ ‘i see you on the stage with lots of lights’ and i was like ‘no, i want to be an artist i’m going to be a comic book artist, right?’ he’s like ‘nonono, you’re not gonna do that you’re gonna be on the stage right?’ so i talked to dennis, like, i forgot all about this, right?’ i talked to dennis about this on the phone and i.. i was like, he was like, i was like ‘yeah, i never thought i’d be doing this, i was going to be a comic book artist or something’ he said ‘no dude, remember what tt said, cause tt said, he said ‘gerard, you’re gonna be on the stage’’ and i was like ‘oh hows tt doing?’ and he’s like ‘he’s dead’ and i was like..i was like.. ‘wow..’ thats not funny at all, dude! no.. he’s. tt was a sweet dude.. and dennis, dennis.. if you’re out there bro.. i feel you on that. tt! the next song we play goes out to tt!”
basically several minutes of gerard talking shit (i wrote it all up incase anybody has trouble hearing! :-))
Request: Ok so I got this idea from @platonic-otp: Person A and Person B play Never Have I Ever with shots on a boring, Saturday night in. After they run out of shots, they decide to continue playing with clothes–taking one piece of clothing off every time one of them has done something the other hasn’t. Person A says “Never have I ever given someone a lap dance” and watch with lust-filled eyes as Person B takes off their last piece of clothing save their underwear. Person B then turns on seductive music (Partition, One Dance, etc.) and situate themselves in Person A’s lap as they get ready to give them a show.
Follow them their prompts are good as fuck
And encouragement from my fave @dylpicklesprays (even though she’s mad at my ending)
Warnings:Sexy as fuck Sebastian Stan, smut, mentions of one night stand, cussing, SMUT
With the release of Civil War, the cast finally got to showcase the work that they had worked so tirelessly on for months, long days followed by even longer nights, and now finally coming to a conclusion. The film had premiered weeks and weeks ago and now for the first time in a while, Sebastian had a lot of free time. Time that he didn’t know what to do with.
The two of you had been friends for as long as you could remember, you remember meeting him back in New York in a coffee shop of all places. Both aspiring actors, talking for hours on end before inevitably hooking up. A one night stand. You had left before he had woken up and even if he was awake it was obvious what you were. A hook up. Blowing off some steam, and you were fine with that. You would never even see the guy again, well, at least that’s what your thought until you walked into your interview for a new marvel film, and there he was.
You glanced around the waiting room for a seat, a mixed population of faces. ‘There must be other characters auditioning today too’ you had thought before your eyes landed on an empty seat and without a word you sat.
“Y/N?” The voice next to you spoke. Where had you heard that before- oh my god. The guy from last night. What was his name again?
“Holy shit, hi!” You had greeted him, avoiding having to say his name.
“You left awfully quick this mornin’.” He had laughed.
“Had an audition to get to, just like you did, plus you and I both know you would have done the same… dude” Oh god, why did you call him dude?
He had raised an eyebrow. “Dude?” before it sunk in, “You forgot my fucking name didn’t you?” The tone of his voice had seemed serious until laughter poured out. He held out his hand for you to shake.
“My names Sebastian Stan.”
From then on you were friends, sure, you found him painfully attractive and there may have been a small-not-so-small crush once you both got the part and had to see each other pretty much every day, but after a few weeks it was fine. You were friends, and that night was never spoke about, no matter how often it toyed on both of your minds. Sebastian had changed since that night. His hair was now much longer, often pushed back, lines now etched into his skin that at one point hadn’t been there adding a sense of maturity to him - but in no way was this unattractive, if anything it made him somewhat more attractive. His shoulders now more broad and muscles toned, clear definition. He was older, not that boy you had met that night, Sebastian Stan was a man.
But you were friends now, and as much as you wanted something with him, often finding him tangled in your thoughts as you pleasured yourself after a long day, you knew nothing would happen, so you tried to forget the idea, and failed. There was something about Sebastian that you couldn’t quite ignore. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, the closer you got the more dangerous it would be yet you couldn’t help yourself. But, as you constantly had to tell yourself over and over again, you were just friends.
During filming you had even agreed to stay with him for a while, he had a spare room and in exchange you gave him a ride. Fuck, no not like that. A ride to work. Carpool. But now, with a ridiculous amount of time on your hands and, with nothing else to do on a Saturday night in, shots became a good idea.
“Ok, never have I ever…” He thought hard for a moment as you watched Sebastian intently, a small, innocent smile at his lips as the alcohol making his eyes glassy and reducing him to a giggling fit every once in awhile “called someone the wrong name while hooking up?”. Honestly, the questions had started out innocent enough, but the more you drank, the worse the questions got. You shook your head and he scoffed. “Take the shot, Y/N.”
“You called me Carter that night.” He reminded you.
“Oh shit, yeah I did.” He giggled to himself, as you brought the shot of whiskey to your lips before letting it run down his throat, leaving a burning sensation behind. You squinted and shook your head before looking back at Sebastian with a smile. “But in my defense, you were hot as Carter Baizen on Gossip Girl.” Not were, are.
“Can’t argue with logic.” He laughed picking up the bottle to refill the shot glass.
“Hey, Seb, I have a question about that actually.” Your voice trailed off. Oh fuck, why were you bringing this up now? Oh yeah, tequila. No- you couldn’t ask him now, maybe he hadn’t heard. You glance to see his blue eyes piercing your own. Ok, no he definitely heard, a small smile tugging at the side of his lip.
“Shoot, Doll.” Doll. That nickname made you physically weak.
“It doesn’t,” Fuck, well now was as good a time as any right. No, no it was not! Alcohol is never a good addition to something like this. Fuck it. Blurt it out.
“Do you regret that night?”
There was a silence in the air as Sebastian watched you, brows furrowed. “No. Not at all.” He replied. “Do you? Cause, I get it, I wasn’t very… experienced back then?”
“No, I don’t. I mean it was great, you were great… I did at first. I was worried it would be awkward but, it wasn’t- isn’t.”
“I figured we’d get together at some point you know.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian simply shrugged as if that was common knowledge, words accidentally slurring together. “I had the biggest crush on you, ya’ know, Doll.” Had.
You almost choked on the sip of beer. Did he just…? “Oh really?”
He nodded, grabbing another one of the green bottles at his side and picking up the bottle opener, his large hands making it seem so small and frail. His hands. “C’mon you must have known.” He laughed, emphasizing on the word in disbelief. “Anthony even noticed, I made it so painfully obvious.” He brought the bottle to his lips and took a big swing, not taking his eyes off of you.
“Not obvious enough apparently.” You shrugged.
“Bullshit. I literally flirted with you any chance I got. Always finding ways to talk to you, or touch you…” His hand resting on your thigh casually. “But, I realized you didn’t feel the same and stopped, or at least tried to. I ain’t ever had very strong will power doll.” He laughed again, sipping his drink once more.
“Oh please. I was so into you!” You blurted, laughing awkwardly. “Why else would I agree to come over just to watch Star Wars with you on a Friday night?”
“Well shit, you should’ve said something, babygirl.”
“I just did, didn’t I?” He watched you intently, you saw his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. Running his tongue across his own and taking his bottom lip between his teeth. His hand was still on your lower thigh. He scooted closer to you and you held your breath. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours. Ok, you and Sebastian were no strangers to a quick make out or two when you were drunk. Usually it was messy and sloppy, feeling rushed. But this was different, it was gentle, as if he feared you might break at his touch. When he kissed you, all other thoughts fell away, the room became silent and it was just the two of you, in the moment you were sharing, every inch in your body was alive. His hands would usually have gravitated to his favourite part of you, your ass. This time his hand rested just under your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek the other at his side, supporting him. The gaze you engaged in before asked a question that the kiss answered; “do you still feel the same?”
The kiss was over before it had barely started, so short yet so perfect. His hand lingered on your cheek which was now flushed and surprisingly, so were his.
Sebastian cleared his throat. “So, uhh, shots?”
You nodded, and with that Sebastian picked up the transparent bottle. “Ok never have I ever-” You stopped when you see Sebastian pouting. “What’s up, Seb?”
“We’re out.” He gestured to the bottle of tequila in his hands,
“I’m pretty sure we have some more in the kitchen that I can go get? Or we can just use the beer.”
A mischievous grin formed on his pink lips. “I have a much better idea if you’re up for it?”
In your slightly-past-tipsy state you shrugged. “What is it?”
“Instead of shots, you take something off. You’ll get it as we go on.” He explained, simple enough. He nodded for you to continue your question.
“Oh, uhh, Never have I ever… had phone sex?” Sebastian shrugged, gripping the thin fabric of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. Oh, so it was that kind of game now? Not that you objected. Sure you had seen Sebastian without a shirt countless times but, whether it was the liqueur or the topic of conversation, this time you couldn’t drag your eyes away.
“No where near the real thing, but it’s interesting.”
You shrug, no point arguing on a topic you barely knew. “Okay,” you thought for a second, “Never have I sexted a colleague.”
“Now when you say that, as a joke or genuine? No, nevermind, I’ve done both.” Sebastian laughed, then telling a story of how he sent Chris links to a ton of fanfiction that had been written about the two of them and classing that as sexting because, ‘some of them were pretty damn spicy’.
The game continued, you inevitably losing, wait, were you losing? No clue, all you know was that you were left completely exposed to him, the only pieces of clothing left being your underwear with Sebastian close behind in sweatpants and his boxers. At least, you assume he was wearing boxers.
His eyes burned into you, scanning every inch of your body over and over again. “Never have I ever given someone a lap dance?”
“I guess there’s a first time for everything.” You mimicked his shrug.
Sebastian’s eyes widened, he clearly hadn’t expected this. “S-seriously?”
“With appropriate music, of course.”
“Of course.” He repeated, rising from the floor to sit on the single chair behind him. He handed you his phone with spotify open. You played the first thing that came to mind, and it was a damn good choice.
See me up in the club with fifty of the girls
Posted in the back with my things on my grill
Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, about to make a joke about how Beyonce’s Partition was your choice, closing it immediately when he looked at you, bent over giving him a perfect view of your ass as you placed his phone on the floor. You knew his eyes were on you, as if you could feel his gaze so you lingered, teasingly before straightening up and looking at him. “See something you like, Stan?”
“Not the first time I’ve seen it.” He answered, a smug smirk on his face. “I check you out any chance I can.” He teased.
You walked towards him, his hand outstretched, welcoming you to his lap but instead his fingertips merely grazed your thigh. You stand behind him, leaning down as your arms stretched down bare his chest and torso, breath tickling his ear. “No hands, Seb.”
“No hands,” He repeated.
You leave a few kisses on his neck before walking around to face him, straddling him as the music continued. You started out slow, grinding your hips lazily against Sebastian, though you were aching to just let him fuck you. You laced your fingers in his hair, tugging his head to the side, smiling as you heard Sebastian groan. “One thing I always remember about you Seb,” You started, you hips still moving slowly but with enough to drive him crazy. “You have a spot, right here that drives you crazy when I touch it.” Your lips briefly press onto his soft skin, right above his collarbone, earning another moan from Sebastian.
You sped up your movement up, grinding against his thigh. Your hands raked back down his chest stopping just above the waistband of his sweats, a prominent bulge now there. You smiled to yourself, knowing he was loving every second. Your focus now shifted, you wrapped your hands around his neck, his face was merely centimetres from your cleavage, a sight he would never be bored of. He placed a small kiss on your left breast, his lips attaching to the same spot again, this time rougher and sure to leave a mark. His larger hands made their way to the clasp of your bra.
“Ah ah, Seb.” You warned, “No touching remember?”
“Lips don’t count?” He tried and you shook your head. You stopped moving and he groaned. “C’mon baby girl, don’t stop.”
You smiled, loving the impact you had on him. In one swift movement you unclasped your bra, tossing it to the side. Sebastian growled, “How can you expect me not to touch them, they’re perfect.” Without saying anything, you pulled the band on your underwear a little higher and grinded against him again, your breasts now free and in his face. “You’re such a tease, Kitten.” He growled. Kitten? That’s new.
You begin to move your hips in slow circles against his concealed cock, the friction sending small waves of pleasure throughout your body, making you want more. You move faster, tiny moans tumbling from your mouth. Sebastian’s head fell back, his lip so tightly in between his teeth you feared he may make it bleed as he restrained himself from touching you, a concept which was all he could think about.
“Baby, c’mon… let me have a feel… give me a taste.” He begged.
The more you moved, the better it felt, heat growing in your core. You moved faster, sloppier and couldn’t help but bury your face in Sebastian’s neck, his smell flooding your senses, engulfing you. Sebastian whimpered under you, bucking his hips up against you, and you couldn’t help it as your hands moved down his back, bringing him as close to you as possible.
“I’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep that up.” He breathed into your chest. “C’mon doll, let me touch you. Let me make you feel good. Let me treat you right. Baby, please. Let me fuck you better than anyone else could dream of doing.” His hands move to your hips, a firm grip that was sure to leave a bruise in the morning and this time you don’t stop him. Every fibre in your body wanted this. Wanted his touch, Wanted to him to fuck you.
“Sebastian, please. Do it.” You practically panted, begging him.
“Tell me what you want kitten, I want to hear you say it.”
“I-I want you to fuck me.” You pleaded and that was all he needed to hear. He gripped your thighs and stood, your body wrapped around him, leading you to him bedroom. His switched on the light and kicked the door shut behind him, practically throwing you onto his bed in front of you.
“We won’t be needing these now, will we Doll?” His fingers hooked around the band of your underwear and ripped them from you. He stood in front of you, his eyes taking in every inch of your body.
“Sebastian, come on.” You whined.
He pulled the remainder of his clothes off slowly, you threw your head back once his erection sprung free. You definitely didn’t forget about that. His size still ceasing to amaze you.
Sebastian hovered over you, pushing your thighs apart.
it’s 11pm and I’m rather drunk so I think now’s the perfect moment to realise that we were all referring to Hero as ‘Hero’ even as TPOH was starting. RGB first refers to her as hero on pg10 but I don’t know if that was as name or title and tbh it blends at some point at the Fields of Despair
‘one named ‘Hero’’
we all called her Hero and now that’s her name, what if we made her name Hero guys, the readers only knew and referred to her as Hero and it meant that her name became Hero and she forgot her original name. what if we’d called her Red (after her coat), would her name be Red now? this is fucking with my head oh my god
Falling Into The Wrong Crowd-Part Six (Jax Teller X Reader)
Summary: Even though the Devoted Predators are gone, the traumatic night has left an awful memory on the girls. They continue with the new business, trying to adapt to their new life in Charming. The storm hasn’t passed yet though and another threat is on the way.
Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
Warnings: Swearing, guns, drugs, alcohol (it’s Sons of Anarchy, what do you expect?)
“Ok, let’s go from the top!” I shouted out to the girls in the studio.
All of us were sweating after a long session of learning new dance routines for the club. A week had passed by since the incident and most of the bruises had faded, the cuts healing well. The Sons had become closer friends to us, especially after a couple of nights working together; and by that I mean the Sons getting pissed out of their heads as we tried to keep them from getting into fights or taking our girls away.
We had been back once to go to a Clubhouse party which really lifted our spirits. I still wasn’t a fan of the croweaters, they had always been annoying to me. But they were a big part of an MC lifestyle, they were here for the guys, not us. The company was well needed from the others though, I think it set us straight again.
“Alright girls, you’ve done really well today. Keep practicing those routines and I’ll see some of you tonight.” I dismissed them, out of breath as I took a huge gulp of water.
“Looking good (Y/N).” Luanne commented as she passed the girls leaving the studio.
“Thanks. They work hard.”
“Damn right we do.” Keira smiled, flicking her fiery hair over her shoulder.
Luanne crossed her arms over at chest.“Wish you were like that in your other job.”
“In my defence you do pair me up with the worst guys.”
“That’s cause you can take them. Those new girls are awful fakers. Don’t suppose you want to earn some extra cash (Y/N)?”
I was taken aback by her question.“O-oh my god, no, no thank you.”
“Actually you’re face in my movies would draw the audience in.”
“Luanne, you could offer me a huge sum of money and I wouldn’t do it.”
“Spoil sport. Right, I’ve got to get back to filming and so do you Keira.” she exited the studio, Keira making faces behind her back.
I giggled.“Gosh Keira, never thought you would be one to miss out on free sex. Wait no, it’s not free sex is it-”
“Oh my god just stop. You’re right, you shouldn’t do porn, you would be awful at dirty talk.”
I was about to disagree when she beat me to it.
She grabbed my arms.“Oh! I forgot to tell you earlier, but I think I’ve got a date set up for you.”
My eyes widened.“What!? No, no, no I’m not going on any dates.”
“It was sort of an accident. But maybe it will do you some good! He’s a nice guy, Jack I think his name was?”
“You think? Oh god, Keira what have you done?”
“Don’t be like that. You never got out much until….well you know when.”
“Exactly which is why I want to stay away from dating for a while.”
“Ok, understandable, but there may be a slight problem.”
My eyes felt as if they were popping out of my head.“What else have you done?”
“I gave him your number.”
“Keira! What the hell were you thinking!? That’s my personal information.”
“It’s a number, you can always change it.”
“That’s not the point! You can’t-you know what, there’s no point explaining. I’ve got to go, hopefully I won’t be tracked down by this so called ‘Jack’ who will probably turn out to be a serial killer.”
Slightly pissed off at Keira, I grabbed my bag and phone before heading towards the bathroom facilities (well, the main dressing room for the porn stars). I was allowed to shower and get ready in them, meaning I didn’t have to go home a stinking mess. Once I was clean and dressed, I got into my car heading towards the TM. It was normal for us to go see Gemma and the boys, sometimes even their old ladys now we were introduced. As I pulled in I could see that everyone was there as their bikes were lined up. Reaching over to the passenger seat to grab my bag, I felt my door open. Jax stood there smiling, offering a hand out to me.
“Thanks.” I chuckled at his antics.
“You’re welcome m'lady. What you doing here today?” he asked as I climbed out, locking the car afterwards.
“Just thought I’d visit. Also Frankie said she was here and needed a lift home, something is wrong with her bike I think.”
“She’s been fixing it up, needs some new parts.”
He walked with me to the garage, creating small talk. It wasn’t hard to see that there has been flirting between us, but every time I got closer to him, I had to back away. I had already dated a biker and we all saw how that turned out.
I wasn’t comparing him to Zac, not at all, but I knew the lifestyle very well. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to get into anothe relationship so soon either. There were rumours (well, probably more like facts) about Jax being a total womanizer. Although I really wanted to believe he wouldn’t hurt me after all that happened, there was still a part of me scared of what he could do. I fell for Zac easily, who said I wouldn’t with Jax?
We walked in to see Frankie crouched beside her bike, Bobby and Tig crowding her in their overalls. I always felt slightly out of place as I knew nothing about mechanics but was welcomed all the same. They greeted us and went back to helping Frankie.
“How’s it coming along?” I asked, knowing that they would bombard me with terminology I had no clue about.
“Just a few touch ups. Haven’t fixed her in a while, thought I might as well take an advantage of my new workplace.” she grinned up at me, twirling a srewdriver in her hand.
“I got a little job here. I like the club and all but I can’t sit still in an office or watch the girls twirling on stage. Plus I’ll be bringing in more for the rent.”
“No, I think it’s really nice that you’ve got it.”
“She fits right in too, needed some eye candy round here.” Tig winked at her.
She sighed as she rolled her eyes.“There is one downside of the job as you can see.”
We laughed, Jax nudged me with his shoulder, gesturing to follow him. Glancing at the others, they hadn’t noticed anything so I caught up to Jax who was heading into the clubhouse. Opie and Happy were playing a game of pool while sipping on some beers whilst Chibs sat on a stool at the bar reading a newspaper.
“Alright lass? How you holdin’ up?” Chibs asked as I approached him, hugging me.
“Not too bad thanks. Hey guys.” I waved to the others who copied.“It seems quiet round here, maybe to quiet.”
“I think after our run in with the others we’re glad it’s like this.” Jax stated as he lit a cigarette.
I let out an unamused laugh.“Yeah, that’s understandable. At least they’re gone forever now.”
The sound of the pool balls echoed throughout the room as Opie slipped the cue. He tried to recover even though no one was laughing at him. Happy was silent as usual, his resting bitch face permanently plastered onto his face.
“Aye lass, tha’ they are.”
Just as we got back into a conversation, my phone began to ring. It was an unknown number and I groaned, praying that it wasn’t who I thought it was.
“What’s wrong?” Jax asked adbhe blew out smile from his mouth.
“Ugh, Keira gave my number to some guy without telling me. I think it might be him but I don’t want to answer it.”
They both laughed at that.
“Why no’ risk it? Have some adventure?” Chibs mocked.
“Yeah, well, my last relationship didn t end so well, did it?”
Later on in the evening, Gamma invited us round to dinner with the club. I was shocked but felt hnoired to be invited, immediately alerting the girls. They too were excited, telling me all about the food served there. They had more of a background with Gemma, she was like a mum to them; I just hoped she would accept me too.
Things were settling down now. Everyone seemed happy or at least content. As we sat around the huge table, some of us squished together, I looked at each person. This could be my new family, a sort of broken one, though still a family. Jax was sat beside me, whispering jokes and compliments on my ear. My face was on fire for blushing; I had been able to talk back to him, making him red too, it was obvious I was not a master at this. Keira was right about one thing. Gemma’s food was truly the best I had ever had, the company was amazing and I could feel my happiness start to seep back into my body.
“Are you not going to get that?” Gemma asked my phone rang for the third time today.
I had offered to help the women with the dishes but the phone was a distraction.“I don’t really want to.”
“Instead of leaving it, why don’t you just tell him to fuck off?” Alex shrugged.
“Because it’s rude. I didn’t think he would keep on trying to be honest. Actually we don’t even know if it’s him, I just have a feeling.” I started to dry off my hands.
“Only one way to find out.” Gemma smirked, taking the kitchen towel from me.
Giving in, I snatched the phone off the counter, rushing out of the room so no one would hear me. I answered it in the corridor trying to remain calm.
A make voice replied.“Snitches don’t live very long sweetcheeks, watch your back.”
oh my god i forgot i still had that on my blog haha
IT’S THIS GUY RIGHT HERE
in the game Neko Atsume, there is a cat named Tubbs that when he comes to your yard, he eats all of your food and no other cats will appear while he is there. There was discourse in the community over him - many hated him because he cock blocked more cats and ate all of your food. You couldn’t replace the dish while he was still there or he would leave without your reward. Tubbs would reward you handsomely if you left him alone. He would often give you double the amount of silver fish that it cost for 3 bowls of food, he more than paid his dues!!!
I AM PRO TUBBS AND AM STILL FIRMLY ON THIS PRO TUBBS STANCE!!! LET HIM EAT!!!!
even though i watched all the performances yesterday i just now thought about making a post talking about all the things i thought, so here.
- apparently the only 3 boy groups in korea are exo, bts and got7
- why do individuals do covers to group songs it just doesn’t come out well =/ all the fucking growl performances gdi
- why did moonbok do bts like ???????? i expected him to do a cover to a rapper or something like that, it just didn’t work (again, one guy doing a group song why) and honestly as someone who didn’t know him before produce and has seen so many people talking about him, i expected way more than that
- GOD BLESS TAKADA KENTA. honestly i’m so in love with this boy ;;;;;;;;;;; also i’m so happy with his song choice!!! I kinda expected him to cover teen top but i’m glad he didn’t because it wouldn’t have worked. and idk taemin fit him well and since he did a song in japanese he could focus on his singing and dancing instead of trying to learn the lyrics in korean, but since he still chose a kpop idol it worked perfectly!!! (also i have a friend who’s ult bias is taemin so i sent it to her and made her love him lmfao)
- the yuehua boys are the loves of my life i will sell my soul for each and every one of them!!!!
- also the mmo boys, rbw boys and brand new boys!!!
- god bless lee daehwi
- noh taehyun and ha sungwoon did the best performance, and you can fight me on that i don’t care.
- half of the guys who got an f weren’t as bad as they made them out to be. lee seokyu (my babyyyyyy) was a really good dancer actually, they made it sound like he was really bad but he wasn’t… also yoo jisung… and there were more i can’t remember… oh the one from topp dogg i forgot his name oops but he did a really good performance as well and i heard he was in f so like ?????
- bless yul and sancheong they were so nervous i can kinda understand why their rank was low, they can do so much better than that ;;
- i’m still upset that mnet didn’t actually show like 80% of the performances especially the mmo and rbw boys because they were so great and like wtf
- i’m sure there was more i wanted to say but i forgot now so idk
i hope the show will get better now and that it was only bad because they had so many performances and couldn’t show all of them (though i think they could have showed more and only start the practice of pick me in ep 3 like i think it was with the girls right?)
Dreaming of the last time that you said you wanted to dance
When Eddie gets home from a long day, Richie can just tell. He’ll put on one of Eddie’s favorite songs and sweep the smaller boy into his arms without having to say a single word.
They’ll sway to the soft sounds, Eddie’s face buried in the warmth of Richie’s neck. It feels like home.
No you don’t ask me anymore.
The hard days continue, but the dancing stops.
Maybe you’re just tired when you get home from work
Richie starts working longer nights when he picks up a second job. They need the money to keep living in this city. Eddie wishes they didn’t. He hates the way this place makes him feel. Claustrophobic but alone at the same time.
Richie thrives here though. All his friends, his band, his fans are there. Eddie would never ask him to leave behind the people that finally bring life to the taller boy’s eyes.
He used to look at him with those eyes.
or maybe you’d rather be dancing with someone else
Eddie can feel something’s off, but he can’t put his finger on it. Richie doesn’t smile as often. Talks less. He’s almost forgotten what it feels like to run his hands through that soft curly hair.
He wants to know what’s wrong, but doesn’t know how to ask. Just ask.
Every time he calls you I can hear a change in your breath
The band is getting more popular and Eddie is so proud. Richie apologizes for all the late nights of practice but Eddie understands.
“Will you be at the show tonight?”
Eddie hates those places, the loud people so close he can barely breath, but he loves watching Richie. He wishes he could get past the suffocating feeling.
The band’s guitarist comes to pick Richie up. Richie could drive, why doesn’t he?
your voice is hushed and controlled, maybe you’re just tired of straining your throat or maybe there’s something you don’t want me to hear
Eddie stands outside of the clubs doors, pulling at his hair. People walk past him like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
Just take the steps Eddie. It’s not hard. Push open the doors, do it.
He curses himself on the walk home, the music fading in the background with the more distance he gets.
you won’t get off that easy, no don’t say you love me, when you know you don’t.
By the way Richie holds him that night, he doesn’t seem to be upset.
They haven’t been like this in a long time, bodies pressed together, sheets thrown about.
Eddie missed this feeling, the taste, the sounds Richie makes.
If you’re thinking that we’re through, I won’t hold it against you, you know I won’t.
He pushes back the nagging feeling that something is different.
Richie is touching him like he wants to remember. He wants to engrave this moment into his memory.
Why would he have to remember?
Every other morning I wake up and find that you’re gone. The note says you went for a jog.
Richie doesn’t like to jog.
They both know this, he isn’t even trying.
Maybe you’re just tired of sleeping in or maybe you’d rather be running away.
Eddie waits up for him though, he always will.
When he hears the shuffling of locks and another voice, he wipes the tears from his eyes. He wishes that Richie didn’t look so surprised to see him there, that stupid guy trailing close behind him.
“I thought you had work.”
“I didn’t go.”
Every time you kiss me I can hear the Gods call my name, yeah I feel pretty for once
This night is more intense than the other. Pushing each other against walls, fighting with clothes.
Eddie almost forgot what if felt like to be kissed like this. This was passion.
“I love you.”
Eddie will always remember the pause Richie takes before he says the words back.
but I can feel the weight of your heart, and it’s making me more tired every day.
Sometime’s people just drift apart. Eddie wishes it wasn’t true.
He isn’t surprised when Richie tells him that they need to talk. He wishes he was.
“Is there someone else?” He wants there to be, maybe it would make things easier. If there isn’t then the only reason that Richie is leaving is because of him. If there’s no one else, it has to be him.
“No.” Richie’s answers are short. He sounds like he’s trying not to cry. This isn’t fair. Eddie’s the one who should be crying, not Richie.
Eddie is crying.
“Eddie…I’’ll always love you.” He never thought he would miss the nicknames.
“Don’t lie like that.”
You won’t get off that easy, no don’t say you love me when you know you don’t.
Eddie let’s Richie have the apartment. Why would he stay here? There was nothing left for him in this city.
It would just be harder to move on. He almost doesn’t want to. He wants to hold this man forever.
Richie hugs him when he’s standing outside of his packed car. He shouldn’t be allowed to do this.
Both of them almost don’t let go.
But they do.
If you’re thinking that we’re through, I won’t hold it against you, you know I won’t
I almost forgot what it was like to feel wanted. I almost forgot what it was like to feel important. I almost forgot what it was like to feel appreciated. I almost forgot what it was like to feel loved.
I had forgotten all these feelings because I started to believe that they didn’t exist for me anymore. It has been a while that I’ve felt any of these emotions. Ever since my ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend got together, I thought I was ruined.
I thought I was never going to find anyone that could possibly like me, until I met someone new last week. He’s been a good distraction, but he’s not just that. He’s something more, and I really like him. It’s calming to finally not have people who constantly hurt you on your mind. He’s been helping with that and I genuinely think he really cares for me. He’s not like the other guys that I was talking to - the one’s that were just using me for their sexual desires. No. He’s different.
His name is Taylor. He has beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair, and a great smile. He’s taller than me (of course because I’m a shorty) and dresses well. He also grows a beard very nicely, but he doesn’t let it get too long - which I like.
He and I have been talking for almost two weeks now. We met online via Instagram two Thursdays ago, and have been texting every day since then. I’ve seen him around school throughout the semester, but to be honest, I never got a gay vibe from him until most recently.
Exactly one week before I followed him on Instagram, I saw him in the library at my university. That was also the same day that I had an appointment with the school’s therapist at 2:00pm. I couldn’t stay in the library for long, since it was already 1:30 when I got there.
I walked up the stairs to the second floor and started looking for my friends. I noticed the cute white boy named Taylor with his two friends (which I found out later to be his twin brother and best friend) sitting at the table behind my friends. I noticed him staring at me, so I made sure to stare back. He needed to know I was interested somehow.
I got closer to my friends’ table and pulled out a chair across from my friend Aaron and his girlfriend Paula. They both greeted me with a “Hey Alex,” and Paula added, “You look so beautiful today!” She always compliments me, so I naturally responded immediately with a “Thank you,” and a big smile.
I finally sat down and tucked in my chair. Next to me was my friend Angel. When I was finally settled he finally turned to me, looked straight into my eyes with raised eyebrows. “Are you done?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m done.” I rolled my eyes and refrained from laughing.
“WHAAAAT’S UP MAYNE?” he yelled.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I bursted out laughing. “You just saw me over an hour ago! What could have possibly happened between that time?”
He stayed quiet. Instead, he laughed and shook his head. “Come here, man.” He opened up his arms so I could hug him.
After the warm welcoming embrace from my friend Angel, I got comfortable in my seat and started listening into the conversation that was going on behind me. Taylor was talking about his homework to his friends. He sounded pretty feminine.
I looked at my friends in front of me, pointed in Taylor’s direction with my thumb and said, “Wow! He’s cute and he’s gay? That’s really hard to find here at school.”
“How do you know he’s gay?” Aaron asked.
“He is.” Paula confirmed.
“He is right?!” I reacted quickly. “Wait, how do you know?”
“I have him for class. And I can just tell from his voice. He’s gay,” she said.
I was so overjoyed by this news. It made me want to go up to him and just give him my number. But I didn’t want to freak him out. Instead, I purposefully went to the men’s restroom just so I could get up and turn around to see if he would look at me again. I got up, turned my head, but not enough that my face was completely facing toward him. I looked at him through the corner of my eye. He watched me walk away.
When I walked back from the restroom, the same thing happened as when I first saw him. His friends were gone this time. He was just on his computer pretending to work. And just before I sat down we locked onto each other’s gaze. I thought it was cute.
A few minutes pass and I leave again to go to my appointment with the therapist. I didn’t want to come across as too desperate, so this time when I got up, I didn’t look at him. This was the last time I saw him for about a week.
The following Thursday, I was really sad that I didn’t see him in the library again. So I started complaining to my friends about him. “I’m so sad! My library boyfriend isn’t here. Where is he? I’m so sad!” I kept complaining.
“Why don’t you just request him on Facebook?” Paula asked.
“I don’t have Facebook remember? Plus I don’t even know his name!”
“It’s Taylor! I’ll just send you his Facebook.”
“Oh my god. That’s literally all I needed to know.”
A few minutes later, Paula sent me his Facebook profile. Under his name, it showed his mutual friends with Paula. Turned out that my other friend Sophia has him on Facebook too. I was actually a little mad that she never introduced me to him and she knows how lonely and single I’ve been lately. I knew I had to have a talk with her about this boy when class started. She and I actually sit next to each other in our Corporate Tax course.
Class was about to start, I walked in, and I see Soph sitting next to the empty chair that’s assigned to me. I walk up the steps and sit next to her. “So. Girl. Do you have any guys that you would like to hook me up with? Hmm?” I asked with a sarcastic tone.
“What? No. I don’t know any cute single gay guys. And the one’s that I remember aren’t that attractive. You wouldn’t like them.”
“Oh really. What about a white blonde one? Why haven’t you introduced me to that one?”
“A white blonde one? I don’t have any friends that are white, blonde, and gay.”
“Oh yeah? Then who’s this?!” I slammed my phone in front of her with the picture of Taylor and her name under his profile picture.
“Oh my god! I forgot about him! Yessss! He’s gay. And yes he’s single. And actually,” she pointed at the guy next to him in the photo, “that’s his twin brother. He’s gay too.”
“What the fuck?” I was in shock. “Both of them are gay?” I wonder if they are the same size down there, I immediately thought. I’m such a perv. “Do you have him on Instagram?”
“Yeah I do.” She started looking for him on her profile. A minute later, she found him. I looked at his username and copied it onto my Instagram search bar. I found it. It wasn’t on private. I looked through almost all his photos like a stalker. I wanted to follow him, but I couldn’t come up with the courage to do so.
I turned to Soph and said, “You do it. You follow him for me. Because I can’t do it.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Okay.” I couldn’t watch her do it. I would’ve changed my mind.
Click. She did it.
I covered my mouth from wanting to scream. My heart started racing and my palms started to sweat. I couldn’t believe I let her do that.
We just laughed about it for the rest of the class period and made jokes about how he wasn’t going to follow me back on Instagram. It took him about forty-five minutes to follow back. I liked one photo - actually, Soph liked it - and left it alone. He didn’t like any of my photos. Sigh...
Later that day, I took a selfie so I could add on Insta later. That night - after I uploaded the photo - not even two minutes later, he liked my photo and sent me a message immediately afterwards.
“Hi :)” it read.
“Hello there,” I responded.
“How are you?” He asked.
“I’m doing well. What about you?”
“That’s great to hear! Same! I just wanted to drop in and say that I think you’re really cute,” he said. He even threw in the thumbs up emoji. Now I know he was really into me. No, not because of the emoji, but because he actually was making an effort to talk to me.
“Thank you!” I accepted his compliment.
The messages were going on for hours. I was in complete shock of how fast things were going. He was so easy to get along with and we kept asking each other questions to get to know each other better. He liked me so much that he said we should meet in person one day. That’s when I realized that he hadn’t recognized me yet from the week before.
“Actually. I have already seen you in person! I’ve seen you in the library at school sometimes.” I confessed.
“Oh no. That’s the worst place to see me! I look disgusting.”
“What? How so? You should be happy that I haven’t seen you eating like a fatty at the Union.” I knew I could joke around with him. I could see that he had a great sense of humor by the way he talked.
“I meant at school in general. Wait. Have you seen me there too?”
“Haha. No. Don’t worry. I haven’t. Just the library.”
“Oh okay! Wait. Did I see you last Thursday in the library?”
“No.” I lied.
“You weren’t with three other friends?”
“No.” I lied again.
“Okay. You caught me. Yes. That was me! Please don’t think I’m a stalker or anything! I just thought you were really cute and I just had to talk to you and I didn’t know how else I could do that.”
“Lol! I knew it! No worries! It’s fine. Actually, I’m really glad I sent you a message. I really like talking to you.”
“I really like talking to you too!” If he saw me send that message, he would’ve seen how idiotic I looked with a huge smile on my face. I bet I looked ridiculous.
After a few hours of messaging, I was brave enough to ask him for his phone number. He gladly gave it to me. I texted him, and we continued to talk passed midnight. We talked about so much for the rest of the night until we went to sleep.
Days passed and we started to get more comfortable with each other - especially in person when we officially met for the first time. Over a week passed and we started to open up to each other - especially on subjects we didn’t really want to talk about, but we did it anyway. We trust each other.
I’ve gotten to know him a lot better in this past week and a half. We have a lot of things in common. We both play video games. We both have the same sense of humor. We both like writing poetry. He likes the same music I do. He enjoys late night drives with no set destination. There’s just so much, and the list gets longer the more I get to know him. It’s almost too good to be true.
The differences between us are just as exciting. He is very responsible. He studies so much for school and seems really disciplined in my opinion. He comes across as financially stable and apparently likes to save money. I admire him in many ways when it comes to those kinds of things. I’m definitely not a saver, and I always choose socializing over studying. I think I need someone like him to keep me in check.
I honestly don’t know what he thinks about me. He says he likes me. He compliments me and tells me I’m cute. He shows that he cares. But… Like I said earlier - a part of me feels like he’s too good to be true. Another part of me thinks that it could work out, but then I start overthinking. I start thinking that he’s too good for me. Or maybe that I’m a bad influence on him and make him lose focus on school. I don’t want to be that person for him. I want him to keep focusing on school and his good grades.
I want to let myself fall for him. I want to let him break my walls down. But that’s gonna be difficult. Because after what my ex-boyfriend and ex-friend did to me, I rebuilt my wall with iron so it wouldn’t be so easy to crumble. I don’t want to get hurt again. And I’m scared to be loved by someone again. Maybe he’s not the one, but maybe he could be. I think it’s still too soon to tell.
I just know that I don’t want to be in a relationship right now. I still need to heal. I’m still broken. Not entirely, but still broken. In the meantime, maybe he can help me put some pieces of my heart back together. The pieces that weren’t taken from me. The pieces that need to be rebuilt, reformed, and shaped into a new heart. One that is touched by someone who deserves a piece of my heart. And if my heart is too small, maybe he can share a part of his with me.
If you want a stupid story I have one.It's not exactly sex.me and my now ex were sexting and he was sending me ~things~ and I lowkey forgot that we were sexting so I started watching a YouTube vid with my mom and he texted me something really sexual and it popped up and I was watching a vid with my mom and since we are both closeted gays nobody knew about us so I tried my hardest to swipe the notif away and I got so nervous becuase I thought my mom saw it that I started rambling about vinyls.
oh my god something like that happened to me i was texting a guy and i was showing my step dad something and his name popped up and i nearly screamed i was so scared
I made a new header! Honestly I need to stop updating my theme and start making real edits or something. But anyway that header. I used Emma for Hermione and Boyd for Draco, and another guy (bottom) whose name I don’t remember… which is pretty rude of me. God I knew his name but I forgot. I updated my info. There are still things to do like replacing some tags etc. Maybe later.
probably no excuse left for me to avoid making graphics tbh but I still haven’t finished saving hp screencaps oh hey this can be an excuse.
Wait did I miss the part where you triumphantly updated us on your new cat and its name? Don't leave us hanging!
oh my GOd i don’t know how i forgot! before i tell you though, honorable mentions. although i ended up picking a name by spending an hour with my mom yelling different names at this cat, these were my favorite suggestions from you guys:
two different people suggested the name bill.
i did not, in the end, go with any of these, but god. bravo, you guys.
Hello. So I'm a fan of ELO and would like to know more about them, like who the members are (besides Jeff Lynne, of course) and you seem it know your stuff about them. 😉 thanks, and I wish you the best.
u have come to the right place my child ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i have no idea what ur prior knowledge is so this is gonna be a lengthy ass introductory course (sorry if this is not what u r looking for but i hope it will be helpful)
hokay first we are gonna look at the main members who were there for the Popular Times (this specific lineup lasted from 75-79 but some of the members were there earlier/later too)
his name is literally beverley its great
Large and Sturdy
has the face of a disney princess but a v deep & scary voice
member the whole time until 1986
one of the founding members from pre-elo band the move
hes a big jackass who likes breaking down doors
started elo part 2 after 86 bc he just couldnt fuckin let go. it isnt as bad as u would expect
keyboard child (but he played bass in the beginning)
was there from p early on
hes smol & hes tired & hes jeffreys right hand man
watches too much tv
literally adorable & super serious
after elo he teamed up with massive dork dave morgan (we will get to him later bc im going that deep) & they had the tandy morgan band it was great
ho my god hes so cute
blue violin bc hes stylish
does a super aggressive violin dance
hes so shy & everyone loves him bc hes wondrous
his side band was violinski which was surprisingly weird but they have some catchy songs. also features mike de albuquerque (more on him later)
also he was in elo part 2 & post-elo part 2 band called the orchestra & a band called orkestra with kelly (see below)
literal ray of sunshine
bass player for the majority of the time
when they first met him they thought he was gonna be tall bc he looked big on stage but hes supre smol he was just wearing big boots
likes to climb on people????????
was in elo part 2 & the orchestra & orkestra (he n mik just follow each other everywhere tbh)
also he had a solo album in like 1980-ish i think?? its p good
hes dead now :(
a cello man
fucking bananas honestly
he fuckin runs around & throws his goddamn cello all over the place
a fuckening troublemaker
the life of the party
he was in wizzard for a little while too but then he came back to elo
cello fellow & resident pretty boy
literally joined the band by accident holy shit i love him
unlike hugh he just kinda sits there like a brick
he was so freaked out when he first saw hughs antics & realized he was supposed to move around
kinda tried to do weird shit like hugh but its just awkward pls stop
after elo he did this group with his homie frank wilson called wilson gale & co, they had like one album its p good i think hugh played on it too
hokay so thats that lineup but theres some other p important people from the baby days & the 80s so im gonna talk about a few of them
like jeff & bev, was one of the fuckers who started the band from the move
he left tho like right when they were getting started & they were like ????????? tf
played a whole bunch of shit
had wizzard after elo, stole hugh briefly, also stole the cool ass french horn player bill hunt to play keyboards in wizzard
literally so weird but hes adorable hes a shy lil ray of sunshine
this fucking guy
violin dude before mik
wore capes a lot
contrapposto at all times
he wanted more dollars than they wanted to give him so they kicked his ass out
hes dead now unfortunately
also before him there was a violin player named steve woolam but he committed suicide its really sad oh my god everyone forgot about him he doesnt even have a wikipedia page my poor baby pls dont forget about steve woolam he deserves recognition
mike de albuquerque
bass guy before kelly
a little bit ridiculous
v fancy & large
has like one outfit
was in violinski like i said 3 hours ago
solo work is funky af its good
one of many cello people in the early days
we arent gonna talk about all of them dont worry
others are andy craig & colin walker they arent that cool (also they made wilf play cello once he was so offended) (and they needed more cellists in the beginning than they had so they had to make roadies pretend to play cello it was a shitshow)
this guy is always dressed for like a fuckin wedding
did cool shit like played w an orange or had an exploding cello (it only worked like half the time tho)
he died in a horrible accident
also he was like 5 feet tall hes so tiny
dave morgan (seen here with richard who is in front)
he & richard were in a bunch of bands together before elo & one after elo
he played guitar & shit in elo in the 80s but outside of elo hes an amazing singer & a great songwriter
he sings cool jesus music now with his wife mandy shes adorable theyre adorable
literally such a huge dork i love him
was important already in the 70s but wasnt an official member until like the 80s
conductor & shit, helped w string arrangement & shit
also played keyboards in the 80s
he was in elo part 2 and the orchestra
deserves love god dammit
and thats all the most important members theres probably a couple other background people i missed but i aint gonna talk about em rn anyway sorry this is so long & i hope its sufficient !!! it was all off the top of my head i hope i didnt skip anything & sorry if this wasnt what u were looking for
This weekend, I’m visiting my older sister at WWU and tonight I went to something called “Who’s Live Anyway?”
Basically, Ryan Stiles, Greg Proops, JEFF DAVIS(LOVE THIS MAN), and some guy named Joe something(who I’ve never heard of before tonight but he is amazing) were live on stage performing. It was honestly so surreal.
The moment that Greg walked onstage to start the show, my heart skipped a beat and I realized “Oh my god this is actually happening.”
It was an amazing experience and I forgot about my anxiety the entire time it was happening. The hour and a half didn’t seem long enough though and I’d give everything to see that show again and to feel that much joy in my life again.