2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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@folieadrake
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@drakebytheocean: Oh wow aha.. @drakebytheocean: Abs though 😳
@conconstrongstrong: dude i still have nothing on urs @conconstrongstrong: but doing what i can to get turned into a human drumkit for a hot guy
@drakebytheocean: idk about that aha you look great..
@drakebytheocean: oh wow man good luck lol
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May.
@drakebytheocean: can you ask skye if i'm allowed to send off the photos from yesterday's protest.. @drakebytheocean: i can't remember if i was supposed to run them by her first ahaha
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@drakebytheocean: Oh wow aha.. @drakebytheocean: Abs though 😳
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@conconstrongstrong: nahhhh the bellybutton should be subscribers only lmfao that’s some sultry shit get ppl to start paying
@drakebytheocean: Is this your way of telling me that I look hot? :D @drakebytheocean: (Seriously, though. Is this weird? Was this too much? I liked the cropped tee. And I've been hitting the gym, Con!)
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@h0pestr0ng: drake tummy time omg we’re alllll tuned in for drake tummy time
@drakebytheocean: Always my number one cheerleader!!!
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@austenkelly: aw cute. did your lil gf take this? or your bf. i forget who you’re dating right now.
@drakebytheocean: What ahaha.. What boyfriend? @drakebytheocean: Oh LOL you mean Conner? No he didn't take it aha
DEREK LUH The Bare Magazine (2025)
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flirted too hard with a ceo and now i’m in a room in the plaza ordering room service on his dime. chat did i accidentally become a sugar baby?
@drakebytheocean: omg.. @drakebytheocean: not sure if i should be worried or impressed ahaha
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bro has no decorum
@drakebytheocean: he's a gymnast omg..
“You wanna buy me food, I won’t fucking argue with that, dude,” Conner snickered. Money had been tight ever since he’d been released. His parole officer had seemed pleased with his community service work and had encouraged him to pursue carpentry when he moved back to the city, but he wasn’t so sure he had it in him.
Besides, he was pretty sure the woodworking scene in New York was worlds apart from what it had been in Kansas. There had always been a barn to rebuild or a chicken coop to repair. What the fuck could he help with in the city made of glass and steel? So if Drake wanted to splash his dollar and buy them both dinner, Conner would hardly turn his nose up at that and he pointedly ignored Hope’s voice in his head telling him not to be so damn rude.
As soon as Drake sat down, Ziggy clambering up beside him and stretching his lanky, overgrown body out on the couch cushion, Conner realised how little room there was left for him.
“Ziggy, move,” he said, snapping his fingers and casting his arm to the side in an attempt to get the dog to budge.
He remained where he was, tongue lolling out happily as he stretched his front paws onto Drake’s lap. Immediately, Conner regretted not training the stupid mutt beyond not pissing in the apartment. Admitting it out loud would only be inviting a smug I-told-you-so from Hope later on though.
“Ziggy,” he commanded through gritted teeth. Still, the dog lay where he was, happy as a clam to be pressed up against Drake.
His eyes slid to the sliver of space that was left for him, in between Drake’s hulking frame and the arm of the sofa. His eyes widened and he looked at his friend, who was already staring back at him expectantly. Well, obviously Drake didn’t seem to think there was any sort of problem with Conner shoving his skinny ass into the tight space. Drake wouldn’t be affected by that in the slightest. Even the breezy way he reminded Conner that they’d had no problem being in close quarters with each other before only served to assure Conner that Drake didn’t give a damn. Which might have been a blessing if Conner wasn’t stupidly hoping for something.
Instead of sitting beside his friend, Conner waved a hand.
“S’fine. I’ll sit here,” he said, his butt landing heavily on the coffee table. He felt Hope’s Paper Girls comics crumple underneath his jeans and hoped he’d remember to smooth out the creases before she got home.
“Don’t want Claudia to think I’m all up on her man,” he tried to joke, but the words came out all wrong. There was no way for Conner to sound playful right now and he gave into the frown that had been pushing against his eyebrows for a while now.
“It’s still… How’d that even happen, dude?” he asked, linking his fingers together in his lap to stop himself from biting down on his nails. His usual nervous habit.
“I mean, you don’t have to tell me,” he said quickly. “I mean. Maybe don’t, actually. Let’s just order food. You pick.”
He slid his phone out of his pocket and quickly unlocked it to open the Doordash app before tossing the phone into Drake’s lap.
As Conner perched himself on the edge of the coffee table, instead of in the tight space next to Drake on the sofa, he felt a strange pang in his chest. It wasn’t a totally illogical thing to do, but something about it made Drake feel a little sad. Back before Conner’s arrest, he wouldn’t have hesitated to throw himself down and let himself get entangled with his best friend – truthfully, Drake was disappointed his best friend hadn’t climbed into his lap and wrapped him up in a cuddle by now. He understood that there was a distance now, so he tried not to let it smart too much. Or, at the very least, tried not to let it show on his face.
The casual rejection seemed to sting all the more when Conner mentioned Claudia, a slight bitterness clinging to his tone. He was trying to play it off as teasing, that much was obvious, but the tension was unmistakable. He was still upset with Drake for not telling him about them sooner, and his chest ached with the realisation that they might not be able to get past this. Would he ever have Conner back in all his entirety? He had no idea, but he wanted to work for his forgiveness.
“I, uh– I mean, well, we...” Drake was stuttering, stupidly tripping over his words as he tried to figure out a way to explain himself to Conner. He couldn’t quite work out if it was the right thing to just pull the band aid off and come straight out with it, or if it would do more harm than good for them to sit there and discuss Claudia.
He jolted in surprise when Conner tossed him his phone instead, apparently eager to gloss over the glaring elephant in the room and distract them both with junk food instead. He picked it up a little tentatively, gaze distant as he scrolled numbly through doordash, eyes glazed over and taking nothing in. He wasn’t taking anything in, a lump forming in his throat as he lifted his eyes to meet Conner’s instead.
“Con, c’mon. Do you wanna talk about this? I’m serious, dude. I don’t want you to be mad at me, but... You deserve to know the truth,” he sighed, cheeks tinging in a blush. He felt kinda silly, as if he was a small child in trouble at school, or a teenager nervously telling his parents about his first ever girlfriend. Why was this so weird? Why did he feel like saying the wrong thing could lead to Conner wanting nothing to do with him?
He dropped the phone back into his lap, letting it rest on his thigh as he busied his hands in Ziggy’s fur instead. He stroked the huge creature beside him, enjoying the plush coat of hair as it helped soothe him and lower his heartbeat. What could he even say to Conner that wouldn’t sound slightly pathetic? He hadn’t planned to start seeing Claudia; it had just happened.
“I thought about you every day that you were gone,” was the first thing that came to mind.
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thanks for putting a smile on my face 🤍
@drakebytheocean: we love a bestie who gives healings snugs.. :)
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Lily-Rose, this is my fortnightly ‘proof of life’ post. You’re welcome. No arrests this month, they still haven’t shot him (I’m sure you know that though) and Skye took this last week at the office. I think you’re caught up now.
@drakebytheocean: this pic is awesome.. :)
Shamefully, Conner had thought about being back in Drake’s arms again way too many times. In prison, when he’d been touch-starved (past the bigger guys in his section thinking it fun to pick on the little guy), he’d let his imagination run away with itself. Usually, it started off innocently. Seeing Drake again, the other man sweeping him up into a hug just like the one he was engulfed in now. But as he lay in his bunk, restless and agonised, he’d allow his mind to wander. In his daydreams, Drake got a little handsier, showing an interest in Conner that the real Drake never would. Filthy thoughts kept him company until he was coming quietly into his hand, trying not to make a sound as he jerked himself off in his shared cell.
It had seemed like something he could allow himself when he was locked up, far away from his friend. Thinking about it now just made him feel dirty and embarrassed and he wanted to shy away from Drake.
Not that his friend was letting him go anywhere though. If anything, Drake had decided to pull him closer now that the weight of Ziggy bouncing on them had threatened to unbalance them both. The mutt was annoying most of the time, clingy and needy and seemingly determined to never leave Conner’s side. Right now, he was taking it to a new level, all but shoving Conner’s skinny-ass frame into Drake’s rock-solid one.
“He’s a whole lot of everything,” Conner muttered, fighting to get his breath back as Drake eventually let him go.
He watched as his best friend crouched down beside the dog on the floor, suddenly getting attacked by a wet, pink tongue.
“He casts everywhere,” he warned Drake, having learned already that wearing black around Ziggy was just inviting himself to be covered in coarse, white hair. Hope had bemoaned how much the dog shed plenty of times, but the moment Conner even dared to agree with her, she’d glare at him, cover Ziggy’s pointy ears with her hands and declare, “Excuse you! He’s an angel.”
He tilted his head to the side as he watched Ziggy now, preening under the attention Drake was giving him - and the compliment that had way more of an effect on Conner than it did his dog. Because of course even having a girlfriend hadn’t saturated Drake’s casual inclination for lowkey flirting with Conner. Only it definitely wasn’t flirting on Drake’s end, and was more like delusion on Conner’s. Either way, he still felt his cheeks heat up and he ducked his head to hide behind his overgrown hair.
“You gotta wrestle that big lug off you before he’ll give up on getting any attention,” Conner said, rolling his eyes.
Eventually, he leaned forward, wrinkling his nose as Ziggy’s over-excitable tail whacked him in the leg over and over as it wagged enthusiastically, and extended his hand out to Drake.
“C’mon then, before he licks you to death,” he said, fingers wrapping around Drake’s as he hauled the other boy to his feet, knowing Drake had to have been putting in the work to help him, because no matter how much goddamn carpentry work he’d done on parole back in Kansas, he still hadn’t packed much muscle back on. Definitely nowhere near as much as Drake had.
As soon as his friend was standing, Conner let go of his hands a few seconds too late, still clutching on with a vice-like grip. He flinched and slid his hand out from Drake’s, his fingers brushing each and every crease of Drake’s, sending a thrill of electricity up his arm. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat and jerked his head towards the living room.
“Through here.” He led the way and spoke over his shoulder. “You want anything to drink, or? And have you eaten? I was just gonna order in if you wanna split on something?”
Man. Drake had missed Conner something freaking chronic. It was honestly kind of insane how much better he already felt at being close to his best friend, even with their slightly rocky online reunion to consider. Drake just loved the guy, he always had. Conner’s presence always made him feel warmer, more confident. They were kind of each other’s number one fans, always championing each other, with Hope picking up the slack for both of them whenever they fell short. Just like she had this time, obviously. She’d been the one to fill in the blanks for Drake on why his best friend had been so distant. Without her, he’d probably have still been sat at home sulking, scratching his head in confusion with no awareness of how much he’d actually hurt the other man.
As far as he was concerned, the Strong siblings were kinda the best people in the whole entire world. Oh, and Claudia too, obviously.
As much as he’d whined, Drake didn’t actually mind all the attention from Ziggy. He was honestly adorable, and if anything could have made the news of Conner being back better, it was the idea of him having a dog too! What a result. He beamed delightedly at the news that Ziggy wouldn’t let up soon, giving the pup another enthusiastic pat against his side, before turning his attention to Conner’s extended hand. He took it eagerly, ignoring the jolt of electricity that shot through him as he felt the other man’s hand close around his. Whatever that was!
The two of them stood for a moment, face to face and hand in hand, and Drake couldn’t help the wave of relief that washed over him in that moment. He wanted to close the meagre gap and pull his best friend into another embrace, to wrap himself up in him entirely and make up for lost time – three years of it. But that would probably be weird, even by his cuddly standards, right? Instead, he let his thumb gently tickle the inside of Conner’s palm before their hands finally dropped to their sides, his gaze lingering on the look of discomfort that had flitted across the other man’s features. Maybe he’d overstepped. Whatever exchange they’d had over text, it was clear that Drake still had work to do. He needed to actually earn Conner’s forgiveness, and he was willing to do whatever it took.
“I could eat,” he nodded enthusiastically. Everything Drake did was enthusiastic. “My treat, though. No arguing allowed.”
Following Conner’s lead, he finally threw himself down onto the sofa, laughing fondly when Ziggy followed suit and launched himself into the space beside him, taking up a whole cushion to himself, as well as half of the one Drake was already seated on. Unfortunately, it left barely any space for Conner, meaning his friend would either have to resign himself to sitting on the coffee table, or he’d need to squeeze in beside Drake just like they used to.
Patting the minimal space beside him, he gestures for his best friend to join him.
“Seems like Ziggy isn’t super into sharing, huh? But we’ve been in tighter spots than this,” he grinned, remembering all the times he’d crawled into bed beside Conner, the two tangled beneath his bedsheets while Drake practically Koala-wrapped himself around his friend in the middle of the night.
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my life rn is just an understimulating mix of coffee, bruce springsteen & autobiographies while i wait for certain somebodies to meet certain deadlines.
@drakebytheocean: pretty.. :)
@h0pestr0ng: remembered i have free will so i left my spin class right in the middle of a song and went and got ice cream instead.
@drakebytheocean: @h0pestr0ng wait text me next time so we can get ice cream together.. :D
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wdym ur not gonna give ur seat up for a preggo lady on the subway n expect me not to say smth about it lmfao
@drakebytheocean: aw man... @drakebytheocean: please be careful dude @drakebytheocean: do you want me to come over? that shit looks sore..
