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Iridescent and Faux Fur

The combination of the baby pink fur and sequin makes this jacket stand out from the rest. Perfect for bringing out your inner Diva and feeling fabulous!

You’d better believe each member of the Justice League wears each other’s merch ironically.

Clark wears a Batman t-shirt to meetings and pretends he doesn’t understand why Bruce is glaring at him.

Diana and Dinah buy each other’s merchandise and have a swap meet from time to time. 

Ollie thinks it’s hilarious and has been known to gift Green Arrow merchandise to members of the team as a congratulations for taking down a particularly tough villain.

Hal shows up to League events in increasingly ridiculous Flash gear - first a Flash keychain, then a phone case, then a t-shirt with a Flash emblem, followed by a bedazzled, sequin-embroidered bomber jacket declaring himself “Flash’s #1 Fan”.

Barry literally showed up to one meeting in full-body Batman cosplay.

what-even-is-sleep  asked:

*whispering* lance circus auuuuuuuuuuuu *naruto-runs away*

Girl. GUUUURL i am living. I could probably make this a huge fix of it’s own too, but i won’t cuz I’m very sick. haha. Ok!


“Oh no,” Hunk blots off the white paint that has spotted his bright orange clown pants. His trailer smells like an odd combination of makeup and fresh bread. 

“There’s no way in hell you’re using me as your sacrifice.” Hunk cries with more determination.

“Aw c’mon Hunk! You’re always being shot out of a cannon or something! How is this more dangerous?” Keith whines. His throwing knives jangle in his back pocket.

“Um, well for one thing…. it’s not a real cannon. It’s one I designed and built so I know exactly how much firepower it has and the risk that’s involved.” He sets down his pants. “And like, the whole joke is that I DON’T get shot out! There’s no risk.”

“We also go through our equipment before every show for safety checks.” Pidge chimes in from her dark corner of the trailer. He hair is still sprayed in crazy directions from their last performance, but she’s removed her makeup. There are still traces of red around her mouth. 

“And Hunk even reduced the sugar content in his pies because they were stinging his eyes a bit too much.”

Hunk nods to confirm. Keith rolls his eyes and groans.

“I’m desperate here guys. I really need a new partner. Thace just called and said the doctors won’t sign off on him touring.” Keith had gotten the call just hours before. Thace had been his mentor and partner for all of their tours, but in recent years he had taken more of a back seat. He would participate less in the throwing aspect, and now just enjoyed spinning on boards blindfolded while Keith threw knives at him. Only the circus performers could tell that he was secretly napping under that blindfold. 

But Thace was getting older. He would joke that Keith should find some “pretty young thing” to replace him, but Keith enjoyed working on their act together. he liked the close bond and comradery that they shared and thought he could get at least three more tours out of him. Unfortunately Thace’s heart had other plans. 

“Pidge?” Keith asks. She snorts.

“Honestly, it’s not very impressive if you miss me. I’m such a small target. Not very entertaining.”

“That’s true.” Keith sighs. She definitely had a point.

“You could try Lance?” She asks. On the outside it’s an innocent enough question. Lance was their star trapeze and high wire artist. He was athletic, looked good in a leotard, and used to the adrenaline that came from circus work. Logically he’d be a perfect fit.

But Keith sees that knowing smirk on Pidge’s lips. He walks out of their trailer with a huff.

“Forget it.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, very very hot hcs you lot have down here, can I request overstim, machine fucking, and objectification with a side of extremely dirty degradation? Thank you!

Hi so maybe a fic where it takes place at the end of dans new video and after the camera goes off and the kiss and have sex basically I would like a smut fic with phil in dans sparkly jacket please

something along the lines of Dan being edged and overstimulated so hard he cries but Phil won’t stop and yeah that’s about it do what you will with it ;)

That gif looks soooo like Dan I wanna see him rut against that blanket until he’s whining and begging gahhh 

Could you do a hc of dan having multiple orgasms because phils fucks him so hard 

 the sparkly jacket prompt is a bit outdated by now, but ehhhh

!!!!! HEY GUYS THIS IS MATT. NO LONGER GOING BY MATT. MESSAGE ME INDIVIDUALLY ON ONE OF MY OTHER BLOGS IF YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHY !!!!!

Tags: All the shit above

Warnings: I don’t think any


- As soon as he turns the camera off, Dan takes a long breath. Filming was harder than he expected. That of course, is Phil’s fault. Dan filmed him playing the piano in his sparkly jacket first, then, before he could do anything else, Phil had him pushed down onto the bed, pulling down his skinny jeans.

- For the better part of an hour, Phil had teased him, and then left Dan, hard and aching, to film his video. To make matters worse, Phil knows how much of a turn on it is for Dan when they share clothes (it’s a possessive thing, something Phil understands), so he pulls on Dan’s sparkly jacket with no shirt or pants to help Dan film. So Dan has been worked up while filming, and now that he’s done, tears are beginning to fall down his cheeks.

- “Lemme come, Daddy, please?”

- Phil smirks and steps over to Dan, lifting him to his feet from the chair he’s sitting in and kissing him. Well, it isn’t so much a kiss as it is Phil claiming Dan’s lips with his own, hands slipping down to push down Dan’s skinny jeans. Dan gets the message and steps out of them, breaking the kiss long enough to discard his shirt as well. “Eager,” Phil murmurs, and pushes them back so Dan falls onto his bed. “Now, what should I do with you, hmm?”

- “Fuck me?”

- “Now, remind me, do pathetic whores who can’t listen to rules get fucked by their Daddies?”

- “No…” Dan was caged for a week, and when Phil took it off him, he informed Dan that Phil would take good care of him if he could keep his hands off for a couple hours while Phil worked. In twenty minutes, Dan had already come twice. It’s been a couple days, but Dan’s still feeling Phil’s wrath. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

- Phil reaches for the lube. “You should be, bitch. Here’s what’s going to happen: You’re going to take what I give you, no more, no less. You will not complain. You will not touch yourself without permission. You will not come without permission. I’m not going to restrain you or give you a ring. This is about self control.”

- “But-”

- “No buts,” Phil chastises, and spanks Dan sharply before lubing up two fingers and pushing them past Dan’s hole at the same time, giving him a moment to adjust to the burn before he starts to fuck Dan with them, purposefully avoiding Dan’s prostate. He quickly adds another finger, smirking at Dan’s quiet moan. Before long though, he pulls his hands away. He’s about to lube up his cock to fuck Dan while he edges him, but Dan’s hips drop to the bed so he can grind against the sheets and his left hand slips behind him to finger himself. Instead of stopping him, Phil crosses his arms and watches, eyebrows raised.

- It doesn’t take long for Dan to come, and the boy immediately realizes what he’s done and swallows. “Such a needy fucking bitch, aren’t you? No regard for rules or anyone but yourself.” 

- “I’m sorry Daddy-”

- “Shut the fuck up, whore,” Phil sneers, and grabs a cock ring to roll around Dan’s length, starting to soften. He disappears briefly and comes back with a chair, rope, and something Dan can’t quite identify. Phil’s steady hands tie Dan’s ankles to the feet of the bed and then to his thighs in a way that keeps him from moving his lower body. His hands are soon secured behind his back as well, so that Dan falls face forward onto the mattress. The something Phil brought in is set on a chair, there’s the tell-tale click of a lube cap, and then something cold and slick presses inside Dan’s hole, just far enough in to push past his already pink and puffy rim. All of it is followed by what sounds like a switch being flipped, and then what Dan assumes is a toy begins to fuck into him at a steady pace.

- Of course, a fucking machine, he thinks bitterly, biting back a gasp when the fake cock nudges his prostate. It’s going slowly, but before long it speeds up, making Dan whine. Of course, it feels good, but it’s also torturous because he can’t come or touch himself and the barely-there glances aren’t enough. Behind him, he can hear the tell tale sound of Phil’s hand stroking his own cock, slick with lube. 

- When the machine speeds up again, Dan feels tears pooling in his eyes. “Daddy, please lemme come lemme come lemme come please! Fuck me, please, let me come Daddy! Daddy please!” He shouts, like a dam has been broken, all of his pleas spill out.

- Chuckling, Phil runs a hand down Dan’s back, scratching lightly. “You shouldn’t have been a naughty whore then.”

- “I’m sorry daddy I’m sorry I’m sorry just please!”

- After rolling his eyes, Phil slows the machine to a stop and moves it and the chair aside, Phil says, “The only reason you’re getting fucked by my cock after how bad you’ve been is that I’m not going to deny myself using my little cumdump.”

- The words only serve to make Dan even more desperate, and he practically drools when he feels the head of Phil’s slick cock pressing at his hole. “Now, what do we say, Daniel?” He asks, the scratchy sequins of the jacket making Dan itch when Phil lays a hand over his back.

- “Please!”

- Phil swiftly pushes in, only giving Dan a moment to adjust before he starts moving, fucking Dan at a brutal pace. He grabs Dan’s hair in one hand to yank his head up from where he’s biting a pillow. “Such a fucking cockslut, messy, desperate to be fucked, and falling apart on my cock. You’re nothing but a dirty little cumrag, aren’t you?” His other hand reaches down to Dan’s stomach and rubs at the head of his red and leaking member.  Dan begs for release a little more, enough that Phil pulls off the cockring and tosses it aside to stroke Dan in time with his thrusts.

- It takes less than a minute for Dan to come, moaning loudly enough that the neighbors will probably complain later. He tries to collapse down to the bed, exhausted from coming twice already, but Phil keeps fucking into him and touching him, all while telling Dan what a slut he is, and how he’s only good for Phil’s pleasure. He comes for the third time not too long after with a scream. By the time Phil comes, it’s about ten minutes after Dan’s last orgasm, during which he came dry, not even hard, sobbing and begging Phil to stop, but not safewording. Afterward, Phil pulls out and just takes a long moment to observe Dan, and the way his puffy, abused hole is leaking come, and the same substance coating Dan’s thighs and the sheets beneath him.


Not sure if I like this or the ending but oh well // I DIDN’T WRITE AFTERCARE BUT IT IS IMPORTANT Y’ALL

-Emmett

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A list of things from the idk concert

  • Dallon’s hair literally defies the laws of physics. He ran his hand through it once and it stuck straight up for a good minute or so
  • Ryan’s sequined red jacket is the best thing I’ve seen in my life.
  • also on the note of seqiuns: sparkly bass strap
  • You can really see how light dallon’s eyes are when he’s in the stage lights
  • Ryan’s hair looks so soft what are his secrets how does he do that
  • Seriously, alll I want in life is to touch his hair
  • Dallon is so tall
  • like, so tall
  • Also idk how tall Ryan is but he’s actually pretty tall, for some reason I thought he was like my height
  • While neon trees was playing I was sitting in the back which is where the artists and their families and people sit, and Dallon and Ryan were standing right in front of me
  • I was too nervous to talk to them, but as I was awkwardly trying to get past them to get downstairs they laughed and put their arms around each other’s shoulders and it was the purest thing I’ve seen with my own eyes
  • Also now I’ve awkwardly pushed past them I can die in peace