I want an AU of Bitty being an NHL star and Jack is the photographer for the ESPN Body Issue photo shoot that Bitty does. Imagine Bitty doing the pose that Tyler Seguin did, naked on a zamboni sucking on a popsicle being all flirty and Jack just awkwardly fumbling around with his camera trying to hide his boner

ian and mickey having water gun fights (❁´‿`❁)*✲゚*

ian and mickey sucking on popsicles  (❁´‿`❁)*✲゚*

mickey making a bad pun about other things ian could suck  (❁´‿`❁)*✲゚*

ian and mickey watching fireworks (❁´‿`❁)*✲゚*

ian teasing mickey about looking for shooting stars (❁´‿`❁)*✲゚*

domestic summertime ian and mickey (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*

  • Hater:magcon is stupid they aren't even talented
  • Me:you're right I should just return all the merch I bought and the sold out tickets
  • Hater:...
  • Me:suck my popsicle

Nothing says we’re just normal people like you and have nothing to be ashamed of like running naked down the street waving dildos and sucking dick popsicles. You know like most normal people do on a tuesday night. Those parades do way more damage to the gay community than they repair. If your personality and social life depends entirely on your sexual preferences you should probably reevaluate your life. 

A day. (Closed RP starter for ScarletMultiverse)

Ayane was relaxing in her house, as she sucked on a popsicle she bought from the store as she lied on a couch, her legs only a small bit spread. She had her shoulder straps undone from her sundress as she was staring at the TV,and eating as she then heard a knocking at the door. “Who the blazes?”

sirius trying to be sexy to get remus’s interest so he’s trying to suck on a popsicle seductively but he has sensitive teeth and he kind of chokes on it and splutters and he wants to spontaneously combust and remus has never seen something so adorable before he kisses him and tastes the sweetness of the popsicle on his lips

Don’t imagine the 4th of July with your bias. Don’t imagine him setting up sparklers in the yard in the shape of a heart, grinning ear to ear, shouting “Jagiya, look! I made it for you!” Don’t imagine sucking on blue raspberry popsicles and seeing whose tongue is bluer afterward. Don’t imagine lying on a blanket in the grass as fireworks go off overhead, your fingers tangled up with his, your cheek pressed against his chest, hist heart beating hard and loud, just like the explosions in the sky.