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Gerran keeping his mullet 🤭🤭
Saw that Dubois posted something on her story and almost had a heart attack
sweet lover boy pope who pauses mid sex cause you let go of holding his hand and gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes 🙁🙁
pope cody fucking you into the mattress while he holds your hand and cradles your head.
pope loves missionary. he loves to see you come apart below him, feel your body completely pressed against his, the vibrations of your moans. he likes to fuck you sweetly, showing you his complete devotion.
he nuzzled into your neck, leaving wet kisses and little bites. his cock felt fucking huge inside of you, forcing you to stretch further and further for him. he feels so deep like this, but you need him deeper. you arch your hips into him and spread your legs further to accommodate his thick torso, allowing him to pump all the way to your cervix. you love a little pain with your pleasure. he lets out raspy moans at the new angle, holding you tighter and snapping his hips harder so you could hear his balls slapping against you. between moans he sucked on that sensitive spot right under your ear. his rhythm never faltered, only intensifying as you moaned and whimpered under him. his weight was pressing on you, making your body feel tighter, your brain completely melted. you needed to steady yourself, and to feel his curls and pull on them, so you moved your hand to the back of his head, breaking the link with his hand.
suddenly his head snapped up and his thrusts slowed to an aching, dragging pace. he took his now free hand to lift your chin and his big, deep, puppy-dog eyes gazed back at you. he looked heartbroken and wanting and desperate, his pupils blown up like saucers. you even saw a flicker of a tear, threatening to fall down his blushing cheek.
“hey—you okay?” you stammered, genuine concern in your voice.
his eyes flicked to his hand, then back to you. he grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the bed, then snaked his hand up to firmly interlock your fingers once again, pressing down into the mattress fiercely.
“need you close, baby. need you with me.”
you smiled and craned your neck to pepper kisses all over his face while his thrusts overpowered you with a renewed passion.
Guys I need help finding a fic I read on here one time cause I can’t stop thinking about it. It was a one shot, and not a very long one, it was something along the lines of Pope being sad when you drop his hand during sex. I originally found it in the top posts on the Shawn Hatosy tag (I’m pretty sure) but now I’m looking everywhere and can’t find it. Someone please tell me you know the one I’m talking about
They took Ambrose AND Scamura???
I was lying I didn’t actually finish my edit yet
Just finished my Brokeback Mountain edit and it’s a whole gigabyte?? I think that’s the biggest thing I’ve ever made and it’s definitely too big for tumblr. I’m gonna link it from instagram and see what else I can do
I might just be delirious bc it’s 1:30 in the morning and I’ve been working on this for hours but I think this edit is my masterpiece
Just watched Brokeback Mountain for the first time and now I’m planning the angstiest edit the world has ever seen
Friends? I think I just decided whether it's Robby or Noah that can't stop heart eyeing Dennis or Gerran. I think I can call it now.
RPF REAL Y'ALL
When I was maybe 12 or 13? I was watching The Clone Wars with my dad and found maybe the first ship that I really cared about. I was devasted when Satine died. Obi Wan would have left the jedi for her and he never even got to tell her he loved her??? Actually I'm still upset about it. But it's fine. Anyway. I went on YouTube and found an edit of them to a cover of Love is a Battlefield and I've been falling headfirst into fandom after fandom ever since. I think 8th grade me would be pretty proud of this
I figured Gosling would probably be one of the first to go but just because I was expecting it doesn’t mean I’m not heartbroken💔
Oh god no not baby goose
I’m working on an edit and having to go through a bunch of The Clone Wars and realizing I completely forgot about the time they faked Obi Wan’s death and had him go undercover pretending to be the guy who killed him. They had Anakin believe his master had been killed, then sent him after the guy who killed him, then were like haha jk he’s alive. And just thought that wouldn’t totally fuck him up. Anyway fantastic show
hate watching the pitt with my family none of them see the gay like i do
dennis whitaker had always been a man plagued with painful periods. he had never had the money for one of those heating pads, either when he was still living in broken bow, or when he'd moved to pittsburgh, so when he was dealing with his time of the month, he simply steeled himself to rely on over the counter painkillers, a warm drink, and wrapping himself in blankets feeling sorry for himself until the nausea and cramping passed on.
it wasn't pleasant for him, not at all, the pain coupling with the dysphoria it brought him, and all in all making that week or so absolute hell on earth. every time he felt his stomach start to ache and lurch, all he could think of was how he wasn't right, how this never should've been happening to him, how he was a pathetic mess of a man. it went without saying that dennis, who didn't even have the money for things to try and relieve his pain, certainly didn't have the money to be able to access testosterone.
when he got together with robby, he still hadn't been able to start it, or even begin the process of trying to understand if his position at the PTMC allowed him any employee benefits at all when it came to healthcare, so it was only a matter of time until robby experienced first hand the pain that his new boyfriend would go through every month.
robby knew dennis was transgender, and that he wasn't on hrt, but dennis had never mentioned the level of misery he would experience during his period. robby was scared shitless when he walked downstairs one morning, expecting to see his boyfriend wandering round the kitchen making breakfast or drinking coffee, but instead found him on the sofa in the living room, face white as a sheet and gripping a blanket like his life depended on it.
robby was kneeling in front of the sofa in a second, hand resting gently on dennis's leg where he lay on his side. his other hand tested his boyfriend's temperature by resting on his forehead, and he noted worridly that the younger was sweaty and clammy, warmer than he should've been. a fever? stomach illness? something worse?
"hey, sweetheart, what's the problem? you feel really warm denny, are you feeling sick? any pain?"
dennis blinked tired eyes open, and robby could see there was the telltale red hue around them that indicated dennis had likely been crying recently. when he spoke, his voice was quiet and slightly raspy.
"'s fine, robby. don't worry. it's just... it's just that time. j's need to wait it out."
robby racked his brains for a few moments about what "that time" could've meant, before finally landing on the answer. oh. of course. dennis was definitely on his period.
"is there anything i can do for you, baby? have you already taken some medicine?"
dennis grimaced as he shook his head.
"left m'dicine at mine and trin's. not important, w'll be fine without it."
robby frowned. absolutely not.
"dennis. i've got plenty of medicine here, sweetie. i'll go and get you some now, stay where you are. no, don't try and argue or move. i don't care if you'll "be fine" without it, you don't need to go without it. do you have any other stuff, a heating pad, food you want, anything?"
dennis didn't have the strength or will to move or do anything other than just give in. he already felt rotten, both physically and mentally, and he knew he wasn't going to win this fight. he just shook his head at robby's second question.
"d'nt have anything else. 's fine."
robby was deeply unhappy at this. his boyfriend was clearly in a lot of pain and absolutely exhausted, and yet he had no medication, no items that might bring him any respite, and no comfort food to make things slightly more bearable? no, fuck this. absolutely not. he sighed deeply and brushed some of the sweaty hair away from dennis's pale face.
"denny, i don't like this. i know you don't think it's a big deal, but i'm not okay letting you lie here feeling fucking awful because you don't have the things you need. what i'm going to do is go upstairs and bring you medication- you're going to take the medication, and while that gets to work, i'm going out quickly. i won't be long, but i'm going to pick up some things for you that i think will make this a bit better for you, okay?"
robby's voice was so soft and caring as he spoke to dennis, eyes so full of compassion and worry, that dennis felt more tears prickling in his own eyes at the affection there. robby was using a version of his doctor voice, one he employed to try and make worried patients calm and understand what was happening to them, and dennis couldn't help but sniffle. the pain spidered it's way through his stomach and hips and spine again, and two fat tears plopped onto the sofa fabric.
robby's eyes filled with sadness at dennis's pain, and he kissed his boy on the forehead.
"i'm getting the medicine now, denny. you stay put, we'll make this better, okay?"
after coaxing the pills into his boy with a gulp of water that robby had fed him, the older man was on a mission. he made it to the shops he needed in record time, and went on what could only be called some kind of shopping spree. two heating pads, more stock of painkillers, generic comfort foods he knew were popular for people menstruating as well as food he knew his dennis personally liked, a complete stock of the necessary hygiene products considering he didn't know which ones would make dennis the least dysphoric, and a new fluffy blanket grabbed in the spur of the moment (it was blue and so soft that he really didn't have a choice).
when he got back in he immediately zeroed in on dennis, who hadn't moved a muscle since he'd left thirty or so minutes ago.
"how are you, denny? the painkillers doing anything?"
dennis wriggled his shoulders slightly in an approximation of a shrug.
"l'ttle bit."
"okay, okay, well that's something at least. i hate to disturb you, baby, but do you want the heating pad? it's all turned on for you and it might make things a bit better."
by way of answer, dennis uncurled himself just slightly, exposing enough of a space where robby could slip the now warming pad up against his abdomen. he couldn't help the slight sigh of relief that he let out when it was pressed against him, allowing him to take the first deep breath in hours as some of his muscles relaxed.
"'s good, robby."
"i'm glad, mouse. you want anything else? food?"
dennis shook his head, he didn't have an appetite.
"stay."
"you want a cuddle, mouse?"
"yeah, please."
with that, robby carefully arranged himself on the sofa too, moving slowly so as not to jostle dennis and cause him any more pain. he lay behind dennis, spooning him and using his larger hands to make sure the heating pad didn't fall away from dennis's stomach. he pressed kisses into dennis's hair and whispered comfort to the younger man, who seemed to slowly have regained a little colour from earlier in the morning.
"l've you, robby."
"i love you too, sweetheart. let me know if the pain gets worse again."
Would it be crazy to try to get tickets to see Gracie Abrams in Montreal and catch a Victoire game while I’m up there?