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“Think positive, and don’t listen to anyone telling you ‘you can’t.’ You can.”
ellicfm:
ellie’s life had been looking up. her sister was in town and they were reconnecting, she was making new friends and she’d gotten swept off her feet. however, with the brilliant idea she’d had of taking up two jobs on top of all of these other developments, she was absurdly busy at most times – but her savings account was definitely thankful.
when she finally had a chance to catch up with cooper, she’d jumped at it. not having much of one growing up, ellie was thankful for the little family she did have, especially since they were here in dayton. in a jeans and a white tshirt adorned with detailed embroidery she’d made herself a few years ago, the young woman walked ( stumbled ) into the diner. “hey, hey !! sorry i’m late.” she said as soon as she spotted her cousin. she was a little out of breath, having hurried all the way from her apartment. “oh, you can get nasty later. i highly doubt it’s now-or-never type of deal for you.” ellie said with a chuckle as she sat down. she grabbed a fry and nodded. “you’re right, though. family’s everything.” ellie agreed, and then she took a bite. “hm, no – you start. let me catch my breath and get my thoughts in order first.” ellie said right before taking a sip of water. “c-town update first and then i’ll tell you all about e-world.”
Cooper’s eyebrow raised as she huffed and puffed, looking like a tiny wolf with asthma. “Damn you ok cuz? You kiiinda look like shit. But also good? It’s a weird in between. Like when you don’t sleep, but its cause you’re getting that pussy, or D in your case. Is it D? Fuck it’s been a while,” he chuckled before shaking his head as she sat down. The waitress came by at the same time, dropping off the plate, which he promptly slid to the middle. Had he been less generous, he would’ve smacked her hand but Coop didn’t give a fuck if you were related or just a drifter looking for something hot. What was his was yours as long as you were half polite about it. “Hey, it could be. Can’t say I’ve had the best of luck as of late. I’m like a, ghost pepper status snack and the ladies of Dayton? They just can’t handle it,” He grabbed a few fries at once, popping them into his mouth, cursing as he swallowed them. “Well fuck, E, I give you a world and all I get is a town? Wow. So much for fam,”
Low key, he felt some type of way, but he let it go. It had been a while and maybe she’d forgotten what it was like to be in the presence of greatness. “C-verse is doin pretty great. Parties are lit and I may have adopted a grizzly. He’s a bit rough around the edges but its endearing. Had a wild night and all that. May have a new bestie who I definitely tried to bang at first but eh-- win some lose some...what else, Phaedra’s ficus is definitely dead. Which is kinda on her cause she knows I kill every plant I touch...” he trails off, taking sip of his water before leaning back in his seat, gesturing with his hands. “I could go on and on, and will, you know, if life for you’s been boring. I invite you to live vicariously,”
The rest of the afternoon sped by. The minute he left the diner, Coop found himself at a menswear shop. Cause come on, he wasn't putting this guy in his dad's shitty out of season suit. It was hot as balls and yeah maybe they'd be inside most of the time, but who knew where the night would take them and Coop liked to keep his options open. It took about an hour give or take before he was walking out with a pair of matching charcoal fresco suits. Peak lapels. No break for him, medium/half break for Bear. It was funny really. Despite Bear's break you in half vibe, he and his dad were exactly the same height. So he used his dad’s height measurements. And sure Coop was younger and a bit shorter, but he was ripped, he just hid his a bit better and you know didn't have the shoulders of a fuckin line backer. Took a bit of guess work, but he was confident it'd be a good fit. A hot shower, skin care regiment, and hair styling later and Cooper grabbed his phone, sending a quick text to his inside guy at the casino, letting Maui know he'd be hitting him up at some point before sending Grizz a 'Its GO TIME' text.
Not subtle. But when was he ever? He spent a few more minutes hand on his chin, inspecting his skin for any blemishes and is hair for any fly aways. Last check was to make sure his own suit fit to a fucking T but he knew there was no real point in doing that until after he arrived. Which he promptly did the second his moped was parked in the valet lane. Grabbing the suit bag from the back, he tossed the driver his keys and smirked as the guy gave a heavy sigh, but resisted the urge to comment. God he loved this place. He already felt like a badass as he stepped into the casino lobby and draped the bag over the arm of a chair. Hopefully Grizz wouldn't bail, cause honestly he was lookin forward to seeing this dude in a different element, but if he did, eh. There was always fun to be found around here and he wasn't pressed about having to look. @laid-bear
laid-bear:
Bear had no fucking clue what the hell he was doing with this Cooper dude and he partially wondered if this’d was some long con but he also was intrigued and didn’t have a damn thing to do that night and he figured he had nothing to lose if it was a con—he barely had any money as it was. “Deal,” he said in response to Cooper, holding his fist out for a bump before he pulled some cash out of his wallet. He wasn’t about to make a comment about the James Bond because, let’s be honest, all dudes low key wanted to play Bond for the night. Once Cooper had left, Bear went back to his place and vegged the rest of the afternoon, half wondering if Cooper was drunk or high or full of shit and started to expect that nothing was going to happen. He told himself it was no big deal either way even if he was low key disappointed.
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ryleighmeadows:
“You mean you’re not weird, now?” Another soft jest, tenderness behind her words. Their friendship is one she cherishes so much and she never wants to be without it. Not just from this aspect of being able to talk to one another when things in their lives happen, but Cooper helps her not take herself too seriously and she’s… never had that before. Even when she was younger, chasing Jamie around their front yard, he always had more important things to do. Oh, they’d still been close, but there were times when Ryleigh had wondered if Jamie even wanted to be her twin. If he wished he wasn’t part of a set, but rather an entity of his own. Her fingers rub over her chest at the thought of her twin, wondering how he’s doing, wondering if he misses her as much as she misses him. Drawn back to the present, she takes the tupperware from Cooper, tugging off the lid to snatch up one of the lemon bars. “She sounds amazing. I can’t wait to meet her,” she grins at him, settling deeper into the couch. “I’m sure he’ll learn to understand. You have to do what makes you happy, screw what anyone else thinks.”
"Ha ha" he replied, rolling his eyes, though the both knew it was the understatement of the year. More often than not he wore it well. It's what made him unique. Made him him and he wouldn't trade it, even if it meant he'd be one of those 45 yr old bachelors, living in his grandmother's house living off of a steady diet of porn and Baja Blast. It didn't sound like a terrible way to live, but though most of the population didn't care enough to ask, he had bigger goals. Eventually. For now he was content just takin things a day at a time. "Exactly what I said, though he wasn't happy about the screw you part. Eh, we'll make up eventually. We always do. My moms keeps me updated. Actually-- check this out..." he says, scrambling off the couch just as quick as he sat down. He heads over to one of the bookshelves, grabs an opened package, and brings it over to her. "It'll probably do you more good than it would me. You should keep it," He says, pulling a crystal from the tissue paper. "It's Quartz. Rose to be specific. Helps with emotional healing and self love all that jazz...She says it'll help with my panic attacks but eh, I'll stick to my Aragonite,"
parkeroutback:
Parker snorts as he asks about her sex toys and nods. “A while ago brah, where’ve you been?” she teases him. To be fair, she hasn’t invited him over to watch her masturbate in a while, she knows he has his own life and doesn’t want to make him think she’s pressed for him or anything. She considers what she wants as they walk to the park area, and checks to see who else is actually there. She doesn’t care what adults see her doing things, but she doesn’t want to be responsible for scarring a child for life. Thankfully there aren’t any in the vicinity, so she leans against Cooper and slides her hand down to palm him through his scrubs.
“I want him,” she tells him. “We can go really slow and I can just slide the leg of my romper to the side. We don’t even have to pull him all of the way out,” she tells him. The scrubs make Big Cooper more easily accessible and Parker’s definitely on board with being as scandalous as possible. She can already feel herself getting more excited, to the point that she’s actually bouncing a little in eager anticipation of finding out whether or not he’s into it. They get to the tree and move to the side that offers the worst vantage point for anyone currently in the park. “Sit that fine ass down,” she tells him, her grip on his arm loosening for the first time since she’s run into him.
He watches her expression as she double checks the area, a small grin curling onto his lips as he guesses what she’s thinking. Parker wasn’t exactly the bashful type, the fact she could watch porn in a public cafe was proof enough but he dug the fact she was at least trying to be careful not to scar any ankle biters in the process. Seemed like a fuckin no brainer, right? But he knew there were plenty of people out there that didn’t give a fuck at all. So he didn’t have the heart to remind her Dayton was a kid free zone. He could still remember how stoked Phaedra had been when anyone under 17 was banned from the city limits, sending anyone underage to live outside the perimeter like pariahs. She was fuckin thrilled but Parker leans against him, his mind pulls back to more pressing matters, aka how fucking hot her words are as she gropes him through the thin scrubs.
“Fuck-- yes to all of that, I can definitely think of worse reasons to be tossed in the clink,” But then again, this was dayton. As if this was that first time anyone fucked in the open. Plus, they were fuckin god status hot, anyone that realized would probably stop and watch. Maybe even record it. Fuck yeah, check that off his sexbucket list-- he was gonna be an amateur porn star in no time. As they moved, she didn’t have to ask twice. Cooper took a seat, loosening the drawstring of his scrubs a bit. A large grin dominates his expression as he gestures to her “Come’ere girl, let’s get this party started,” He’s already hard at the prospect and he reaches in, palming himself slowly but...fuck, he definitely didn’t have a condom on him. “Quick question though...are you on the pill right now? I mean-- i’m game either way, I just gotta know for future reference where I’ll be aimin this bad boy,”
ryleighmeadows:
“You’re the best,” Ryleigh calls softly, leaning her head back against the couch. Her eyes are burning and a little heavy, so she allows them to slip shut because there’s no point in keeping them open right now. If she falls asleep, she has no doubt Cooper would let her stay, not that she’s anywhere close to tired. Emotionally exhausted, yes, but not tired. “You mean you’re not an old lady at heart?” The petite blonde teases him with a small grin, canting her head back a little to watch him in the kitchen. “Every time you talk about her your eyes light up, so I already like her and I can’t wait to meet her,” she muses with a small smile, thankful for the trail of thoughts elsewhere for the time being.
"Considering everything else? I'd be a fucking weird old lady," he chuckles, though the more he thinks about it, he and Phaedra wouldn't be too different. She said whatever was on her mind, no matter how fucking crude and well-- it was more and more obvious by the day he took after her more than his parents. As she spoke of his tell, he wondered how many other he had. Not that he cared too much. He was an open book and as he put the tea on, he grabbed the tupperware of lemon bars, bringing them out to Ryleigh, "She's a fuckin ball buster in the best of ways. She and my old man are always into it but eh tis life. He was kinda pissed I chose to babysit her house over continuing school. Honestly I just needed a fucking break," he sighs, plopping down next to her.
ryleighmeadows:
Bare skin is warm against her face, and as she shifts against him once more, Ryleigh realizes he’d never even put on a shirt. In her haze, she hadn’t noticed his lack of clothing, but now that she does, she’s very aware and it– Ryleigh’s quick to climb off of his lap settling down onto the couch beside him almost in the same moment he asks if she’s ever used a weighted blanket before. “I can’t say that I have,” she answers quietly, voice hoarse as she pushes a still shaking hand through her hair. She takes it from him as he offers it to her, dragging it on top of her. The subtle weight is comforting, but not overbearing, and she settles deeper into his couch. “Do you have tea?” Something with honey sounds nice, warm and sweet. She licks her lips, whetting her parched lips, and drags her fingers through her hair once more. Time made no sense right now, nothing made sense, and she– “Do you have any of those lemon bars left over?” Ryleigh calls after him, pulling the blanket tighter around her.
As soon as she's off his lap, he's on his feet. He debates finding a shirt or some proper pants for half a second but eh. That'd feel weird. Like he was nervous to just-- be him. Which wasn't the case. He could control himself just as much as he usually did and after each of their little breakdowns, he was sure this wouldn't be weird for her either. It was only weird if you made it weird, right? His bare feet padded into the kitchen, nodding his head even though she probably couldn't see. "My thoughts exactly. Honey chamomile tea and lemon bars," he muses, grabbing the things he needed. "God, I feel like a fuckin old lady. Phaedra would get a kick outta it though. You should meet her next time she's in, you'd like her..."
laid-bear:
Bear squinted at Cooper, not sure what the hell this dude was about to get him into but he was already skeptical…and, to be honest, intrigued because he had not doubt that he had had his share of wild nights. And, to be honest again, Bear hadn’t really done anything too incredibly crazy in ages and he was kind of itching for it. He snorted at the comment about Coop’s dad but nodded. “Yeah, fine, fuck it,” he said, taking Cooper’s phone from his hands and adding his number and ‘Everett’ to the contact info before texting himself so he had Cooper’s number. “Put your name in, I don’t even know if Cooper is your real name.”
Cooper's grin grew larger as Bear chuckled? Snorted? Dude had a weird fuckin laugh, but he took it as a good sign and fist pumped as it was confirmed. "Hell to the yesss. This is gonna be lit," he said snagging his phone back. "Oh Cooper is my name. One name only, like all the fuckin greats. Cher, Madonna, The artist formerly known as Prince...which i realize is a fuckin mouthful. But for purposes of tonight, I'll be Levi. Mr. Everett and Mr. Levi. We're going fuckin Bond baby," He types in his name and stands, tapping the table with his knuckle. "I'd love to stay and shoot shit, but this shit's gonna take time and I gotta get ready. I'll text you in a few hours where to meet me at the byrinth. I'll bring the suit, you can change there and we'll get the party started. Sound good?"
Cooper tilted his head as he looked over the menu. He was fucking starving as usual, so when Ellie texted him to catch up, of course he was going to pick some place with food. They hadn’t seen each other in a while so bonus, he could stuff his face if things got awkward. When the waitress came by, he ordered her a water, along with a huge plate of fries and a barbecue sandwich. His fingers drummed on the table, lookin out the window before pulling out his phone. His first thought being to text Ryleigh some shit pun but his finger scrolled past, to settle on some chica who was just achin for some eggplant in their life. And who was he to deprive them, especially one as majestic as his. I mean-- it looked the same on the screen obviously, but they knew. They fuckin knew.
He was only a few texts in when he saw someone slip into his peripherals. He tilted his phone on the table, a smirk lining his lips. “About time. I was just debating on whether to bounce and get some nasty. You’re lucky family’s fuckin everything,” he teased, before gesturing to the seat across from him. “Sit. Tell me what’s up in E-World,” @ellicfm
laid-bear:
“No, I don’t have a fucking suit,” Bear said with a snort, shaking his head a little at Coop and trying not to laugh. “I haven’t owned a suit since I was like…sixteen, brother,” he said, tossing his straw wrapper at Cooper. “Is that fuckin’ casino that fancy?”
"Sixteen? Jesus, what do you do for-- you know what, never mind," he said swatting away the paper with a scrunch of his nose. "You'll have one by tonight. Sure my dad left one here last time he visited. You're about the same size brick wall," Really. How could you not have one fuckin suit? Bear was sadder than he thought and the population of Dayton would throw Coop a fuckin parade for the thirst trap that he'd escort into the Labyrinth. "No. But us? Fuck yeah," he said pulling out his phone to snap a quick picture of Bear. Just in case his dad had options. Opening up his contacts, his eyebrow raised, "Alright dude, I need you're number, oh and your last name--"
ryleighmeadows:
Another watery laugh, because Cooper always has this innate way of making her feel better even when her own thoughts are weighing heavy on her shoulders. Ryleigh never meant for things to become awkward between them, but ever since that night she’d let him… and she’d all but broken down on him, she hadn’t known how to bounce back from that. He’d seen her at her most vulnerable and still, somehow managed, to make her feel so special. He’s her best friend, aside from Cory, and his friendship means way too much to her to blur the lines. “You literally give the best snuggles of anyone I know. I’m never saying no to those,” she murmurs gently, turning her head to rest her face against his shoulder, breathing deep for a long moment. Nothing was going to be solved today and she still feels raw and vulnerable, but she doesn’t feel on the verge of bolting like she’d been earlier.
He presses a kiss to the top of her head as she turns it, glad she's finally relaxed enough to even out her breaths. Though he's suddenly very aware his bare chest and shoulder are wet from her tears. that and he's still in nothing but boxers and with her on his lap, no longer in crisis mode-- well it was only a matter of time before things got awkward. Which, wouldn't have been a problem on a normal evening. Chubbed was essentially his natural state, especially around her. But this? Something about this felt different "Hey, ever use a weighted blanket before?" He asks, shifting enough on the couch to grab it, the heft of it already evident as he tugs it awkwardly. "How about you snuggle under this and I'll grab us something to drink. Your voice, sexy as it is, sounds a bit rough. Can't be good for your throat. I'll get something with honey and we'll watch the latest episode of that sing song show you're always on about,"
laid-bear:
“I could gamble,” Bear says almost immediately at the offer. He liked cards, the thrill of having something worth losing and figuring out what to do from there. Sure, he’d lost his fair share of small fortunes (read: a couple hundred bucks) on a game, but he’d always found the rush worth it. His brows lifted at the fight ring comment as well and he nodded at Coop, suddenly 100% on board. “I’m in. Tonight?” He wasn’t sure he could trust the dude as far as he could throw him, but by his estimation he could throw him at least a few feet so he’d go for it until it seemed sketchy.
Cooper looked at his watch. Sun would be setting in a few hours which gave him just enough time to get ready. But it'd be pushing it. He'd have to shower. redo his hair. Some skin care. Find the perfect suit-- "Wait, you got a suit? Cause if we're doin this, we go fuckin big, dude," Not that it would fair well in the ring, but fuuck how great would it be to watch someone get their ass kicked by a literal Bear in a suit? At least, he assumed the guy would be good. Eh, even if he sucked, it'd be a hell of a show. Hell, maybe Coop would even get in the ring. He didn't make it a habit of using his mad skills for sport but he wasn't about to miss out either. Fuckin fomo.
parkeroutback:
Parker snorts despite herself. “I should make you a shirt that just says something like… Hi, My name is Coop and I’m a Cunning Linguist!” she jokes, because she’s pretty sure the only reason he mentioned being cunning was because he was thinking of that terminology. She wrinkles her nose as he continues though. “Come on man, don’t ruin the mood by making me picture Tony the Tiger with a giant rubber dong,” she tells him, because she’s definitely watched furry porn at some point in time and was one hundred percent not into it.
She loves that he indulges her. There’s nobody in the immediate vicinity but who knew who might be creeping on them from a window or something. Cooper barely grazes her and she gasps as she feels his finger and grips his arm a little tighter as she watches him clean it off. “I might, but I’m also not going to complain if you want to detour to sit under a tree and get me off before we get home,” she adds, licking her lips a little. “We’d just look like we were making out… we’ve made out in public before,” she tells him, hoping he would be as into the idea as she was.
“Bold of you to assume I don’t,” he replies with a smirk, “I mean-- it says Cooper and is more of a muscle tank than a normal shirt. It’s dry fit, which is fuckin amazin in the summers,” Did he? Oh the world may never know. Either way he’d fuckin rock anything that gave him an even remotely good review. “Pft, we both know you love that shit, you weirdo. Speakin of, did you ever receive that custom piece? The monster shit? Cause I gotta say, I’m at least curious to see...” Parker was into weird shit, yes, but who was he to judge her or anyone else for their kinks? What was it? Don’t shit on it until you try it or something like that?
Hence their little public rendezvous. Was he hesitant? Hell no. Had it been with anyone else, maybe but Parker as blunt as she was, knew how to be subtle when it was needed. He trusted her and come on-- it was hot as hell, especially knowing how wet she already was, so he didn’t even bother saying anything as he tugged her arm, turning them in the direction of a little green spots across the street from the main shopping strips. “So I gotta ask, we talkin finger bangin it out or you think Big Coop will be getting some? I’m good with either, but it’ll definitely determine the type of spot we go for, yeah?” There was a little park that had a few trees and picnic tables and he guided her toward a large tree. There were people scattered about, a guy playing with his dog and a few adults jogging or chattering. No one close enough to bother them though and his eyebrow raises, as he nods to the spot, “How’s this, hm?”
Top 3 favorite women in Dayton?
“This one’s easy.In no particular order. Ryleigh-- She’s this adorable ball of light with an aura that makes you just wanna-- essentially she’s a unicorn and once upon a time, I may have angled for a ride but it’s not in the cards and I’m ok with that. She’s easily my closest friend I have right now. Parker’s another close friend and an amazing fuck. Like seriously, this woman takes kink to another level. And last but not least, Monroe is pretty badass. She and Phaedra go way back and her mixes are transcendent,” @ryleighmeadows @parkeroutback @monroeicals