I don't know if this is too personal of a question, and you can delete this, how did you and your boyfriend meet? I saw on your other account the texts between you two and they are really funny! I was thinking of giving dating apps a try and was wondering if you met him through one!
i adore talking about my bf i don't think any question about him is too personal!!! he already knows i have a blog (he made a Tumblr account to follow me 🥹) so he's chill with it!
we live in the same apartment complex! not the same building, but it's not more than a 2 minute walk from my door to his! i met him outside feeding the stray cats i had also been feeding since i moved in, and it turns out the reason they were all starting to get a bit chunky is because they were getting consistently fed almost 4 times a day 😭 (1 by me, bfast lunch and dinner from him)
i thought he was really cute so i asked him for his number! #girl power #dom
bonus text from bf today because he really cracks me up
I'm going to college this fall, and I'm really nervous!!!! !1!! You're like my online big sister, so I was wondering if you had any advice! - 🐾
this is so sweetie i could cry!
my biggest piece of advice is to not care what other people think! i know that's such an overused thing to say, but i truly do mean it. it sounds harsh, but no one cares enough about you to notice anything embarrassing you do, let alone remember it.
in my second month of freshman year, i was at a frat party, and i got bumped into by this random guy, and as i stumbled back, i hit one of those white fold up tables that frat bros always have for some reason (???? like is it specifically for beer pong?), and knocked down like 4 solo cups the group were playing with 💔 the only reaction i got was 1. people asking if i was okay and 2. one of the guys playing said "thank god, i was losing."
that is literally the most embarrassing thing that happened to me in college, and no one cared by the end of the night. people in college are so worried about what other people think of them, they don't have nearly enough time to make fun of other people
if a random frat bro doesn't like you, it couldn't matter less. not everyone needs to be your best friend! I'm sorry if this is bad advice I'm a bit stupid
Tate McRae and Jack Pooghes are Tel and Aviv to me.
i like some of tates music but this made me giggle a bit😭 i think my hatred for jack hughes is just so strong he could be dating like Sabrina carpenter or someone i ADORE and I'd still like them considerably less 😓 i just think you are who you surround yourself with!
got bored so i wrote cuck!mack with will & reader. basically mack who thinks he can handle watching will give you what he need but he gets so fucking jealous he cries
nsfw content below... obv
macklin sits on the edge of the bed at first, hands shaking as he runs gentle fingertips along your thigh. it’s with that same soft reverence he always brings—eyes wide and adoring, voice nothing more than a trembling murmur as he asks if you’re comfortable, if you’re happy, if there’s anything you need. his mouth is tender at your shoulder, lips pressing slow, careful kisses, and you love him for it, love the way he dotes on you, but your body aches for something rougher, sharper, a hunger that’s gone unquieted long enough that you can barely keep still.
macklin senses it in the way your hips buck, the way your hands slip restlessly from his hair to the sheets, searching for something he can’t give. his thumb brushes your cheek. “i love you,” he whispers, but the words are a question—am i enough?—and you answer with a kiss, soft and sad.
there’s a knock at the door and will steps in, a flicker of excitement and nerves crossing his features as he takes in the scene. he’s careful, asking with his eyes, but you nod and beckon him forward. mack’s whole body tenses, jaw clenched, but he shifts aside, always the boy desperate to please, even when it hurts.
will’s hands are firm, confident—the way he lifts your hips, the way he pulls you down onto his lap, not asking, just taking, giving you the sharp edge you’ve been starved for. you gasp, arching into him, and mack’s breath stutters out, a wounded sound. he tries to help, tries to stroke your arm, pepper your skin with hesitant kisses, but every time you moan for will—every shuddering gasp, every “please, more”—mack flinches, fingers tightening, eyes shining with jealousy he tries so hard to swallow.
“you okay, mack?” will asks, not unkind, never cruel, just steady, a hand bracing your back as he thrusts up into you. mack nods, swallowing hard, voice barely a whisper: “just—just want her happy.” you reach for mack’s hand, threading your fingers through his, letting him cling to you. it anchors him, calms the frantic beating of his heart, at least for a little while.
he’s so sweet, so desperate, nuzzling your knuckles, whispering, “love you, love you so much,” as if the words alone could keep you tethered to him instead of the new, dizzying pleasure will gives.
but will’s rhythm grows harsher, hips snapping up, the bed creaking under his force, and the pleasure is overwhelming. your head falls back, spine arching, and mack’s hand slips from yours as you clutch at will’s back, nails digging hard, scratching red lines into his skin as you cry out, “yes, right there, please!”
mack whimpers, left behind, falling to his knees on the floor beside the bed, looking up at you both with pleading, bewildered eyes. “please—can i—can i just hold your hand again?” he begs, voice cracking, but your hands are full of will, wrapped tight around his shoulders, lost in the sharp heat of being taken the way you need.
mack clings to the edge of the mattress, knuckles white, tears gathering in his eyes as he watches, every thrust of will’s hips a reminder of what he can’t give you, every moan from your lips a new ache in his chest. he whimpers, soft and helpless, “please, baby, please,” but you’re gone, swept up in will’s rhythm, body shuddering with every slap of skin on skin.
“she needs this,” will says gently, voice pitched low for mack’s ears alone, not taunting, just honest. “she’ll still love you after. let her have it.”
mack nods, biting his lip, trying to be brave. he presses his cheek to the mattress, reaching for your calf, stroking it with trembling fingers whenever you’re close enough, just needing some piece of you, any touch, as if it can ground him through the storm. “love you,” he chokes, not sure if you hear, but the words tumble out anyway, as essential as breath.
will slams into you, his hand fisting in your hair to tug your head back, mouth at your throat, biting and soothing in the same motion. you’re a mess, moaning, nails scoring his back, hips jerking as your orgasm builds fast and wild. “oh fuck, will, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, please—” you cry, and mack sobs, forehead pressed to the bed frame, tears hot on his cheeks. “please, please, just—let me—” he can’t even finish, voice breaking apart.
the climax tears through you, body seizing, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream as will fucks you through it, relentless, grunting with the effort. mack watches, broken and worshipful, hands fisted in the sheets, loving you so much it hurts. when you finally collapse, spent, will pulls out, breathing hard, and mack is there immediately, crawling up onto the bed to gather you in his arms, clutching you to his chest as if he can protect you from the world.
he kisses your hair, your cheeks, your lips, whispering, “love you, love you, love you,” over and over, as if the repetition can fill the ache inside him. will lies on your other side, hand resting on your thigh, not pushing, not gloating, just a silent acknowledgment that he’s given you something you needed, and that’s all.
macklin’s jealousy simmers, raw and sharp, but he tries to swallow it down, tries to focus on the way you melt into his arms, the way you still reach for him, the way you let him hold you after. he’s just a sweet, anxious puppy, loving you with everything he has, even if it means watching someone else give you what he can’t.
i just want to say it’s lowkey hypocritical of Gavin McKenna to speak up on multiple things, like the Residentual schools and what has happened to Indigenous people and then follow people like Kai Trump or hang out with the Nelk boys, sadly enough the same things that happened to Indigenous people are happening all around America right now, because of *ce. the camps that the people are taken too are doing the same things that the american settlers did to Indigenous people, i feel like if your going to use your platform to speak out again racism and to speak up for your culture, you shouldn’t support the very thing that happened to your people just because it’s someone else. McKenna is an amazing player but that doesn’t justify anything. i’m not saying i didn’t know most hockey players are conservative and that’s not what shocked me. i’m speaking about how he’s being a damn near hypocrite
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IM LOLLING thankful u didn't forget about me horse anon 🙏 !!! i average out like 2 likes and an unfollow every time i post stg 💔💔 moots got fame and left me behind pls
this is my funniest smau and I don't talk about it enough 😒😒 the only thing I've ever posted I'll reread everytime it's liked and STILL laugh everytime