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Shia LaBouef by Nathaniel Goldberg for GQ (April 2010)
Joseph Quinn by Samuel Bradley for PORT Magazine (May 2025)
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Parallels
Shia LaBouef by Nathaniel Goldberg for GQ (April 2010)
Joseph Quinn by Samuel Bradley for PORT Magazine (May 2025)
My Friend Wrote Fanfictions of Some of Our Straight Male Friends X Celebrities Who Are Way Older Than Them
A Fanfiction by Kara Ray: Shia puts his arm around me while we watch The Sonic the Hedgehog movie. I start to blush, and I think he noticed. Shia: Ray looks so handsome in those baggy pants patterned with Alex Hirsch's face Shia: I couldnt resist but to touch him Ray: I knew now was the perfect time to admit my feelings towards Shia, but i was still scared to. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, " Let's get to it then". He ripped his shirt off, displaying his rock hard abs. He pounces onto my shivering body and starts passionately kissing me. I wasn't long before i started to kiss back. It feels so right to do this with him. Shia: Our makeout session is so passionate. I wrap my arms around his bare chest and start to gently kiss his neck. Suddenly, Donald Trump bursts through the wall on his noble steed in his underwear and screams, "BREAK IT UP YOU MEXICOS!!!!" We put our shirts back on and resume our movie. Fin. Another fanfic by Kara Matt x Richard Simmons Matt: We're sitting on a blanket, in Central Park. Richard puts his arm around me. He is warm, it makes me feel safe out in the world. I grab another Bud Light. Richard: He looks so cute in this lighting. It just makes me want to... nevermind. He grabs another beer and pops the cap off. He runs his hands through my thick, curly hair; I love it when he does that. We look each other in the eyes, as the sunsets in the background. We lean in, nervously, and quickly back away. God, why can't I do it?? Matt: I hate when we do that. Well, I guess now its time for our evening workout😒 Richard: Well, Matt, let's get started! I stand up and help Matt up. "3...2...1... BLASTOFF!!!" We go into the rocket position as we begin our workout. Matt has come a long way since his first lesson! He is super flexible, strong, cute... wait, WHAT?!? Gosh my emotions have been in a tangle since I first laid eyes on him. I don't know what to do. Matt: He keeps staring at me and it makes me uncomfortable sometimes. I've always liked Richard ,but there's something else about him that I can't explain. I mean, I like him more than I should. God, I can hear my parents screaming at me already. I wonder if Richard feels the same way... Richard: I can't take this anymore. I've got to tell him how I feel! I tell him to stop the workout. "Why'd you stop?" he asks. I stare at him. I'm at a loss for words...he's so good at working out...it's a shame to see him motionless... oh, how the sunset glistens off his eyes.... Suddenly, without thinking, I grab him and kiss him. I can't believe it! Richard, you clod!!! Matt: Richard begins kissing me. I don't know what to do... but then I realize... I like it. Maybe it's the beer, I don't know, but I begin to kiss back, passionately. Suddenly, Cameron walks over to our blanket out of nowhere and taps me on the shoulder. "Excuse me," he says. "Your PDA is giving me cancer, which I already had three different forms of." He then hits me with his trombone. Richard and I awkwardly put up our picnic equipment and head our separate ways. We haven't talked since. Fin. A Third Fanfiction by Kara Zach x John Lennon Zach: It's been a week since he went on his world tour. He's in Britain now, tomorrow he'll be in Germany. He called me today, telling me about his trip and how much he misses me. I miss him too, but not like, you know, "friendly" miss him. I WANT him to be here with me. It pains me everytime I think of him, because it always brings back the fact that he's married to Yoko Ono. I hate her so much. I wish she would just go back to Japan. Ugh, why must he be straight? John: I'm so tired right now. I'm backstage during my show, getting ready for the next song. But something is troubling me; I can't get Zach off my mind. I can't explain why. His soft, luscious hair maybe? No, it can't be. His beautiful, blue eyes perhaps? Negatory. What can it be? I haven't thought about anyone this way since I met Yoko Ono four years ago. Wait....No. I'm not attracted to Zach, am I? I can't be, I'm married to the woman I love. Wait, am I attracted to them both? Maybe it's Zach's rugged, feminine appearance that I can't get out of my head. I didn't, and don't, think of Yoko Ono this way. Do I, *gulp*, love.. Zach? Suddenly Mark Chapman comes out of nowhere and shoots me in the back of the head three times. Fin.
this actually happened
me: i'll do my spanish homework tomorrow
mom: you've been saying that all week
me: yeah but-
mom: yESTERDAY YOU SAID TOMORROW
So my boyfriend and I thought it would be funny to put Shia LaBouef in an empty picture frame that my mum has while she was on holiday.
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can anyone put charlie countryman on googledrive and send me a link please? pleeeease, i'd really appreciate it, call it an early birthday present?
IVE GOT THAT DAMN CANNIBAL SHIA LABOUEF SONG IN MY HEAD
Hannibal x Shia Labouef = OTP
dolceclavier:
not sorry