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okay, i created a playlist with songs that i associate with daniil medvedev 🎾🥇

the list will be updated

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the way he pickes her up and stares at her lovingly and just peppers her with kisses omg😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 he’d be the MOST PERFECT girl dad this is just too cute my heart cant take it

okay so i’d really like to kill myself right now im not even kidding you don’t understand the damage this video has done to me it got a bitch giggling and crying and throwing up and kicking her feet this is the WORST thing that ever happened to me istg im a whole different woman now i feel like i just saw jesus christ in my room im hallucinating

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I miss you Meddy…

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oh I'm dead

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the alcaraz-sinner-medvedev triangle is so deeply compelling to me because each of them can only beat one person in this equation but the other is, without a doubt, their personal kryptonite and it makes no sense but its everything it's driving me insane

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Jannik “His hair looks a little bit like carrots and sweet potato” Sinner 🥕🍠

Daniil “He looks like a really scary pirate” Medvedev 🏴‍☠️

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girl. the parallels

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I'm OBSESSED

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Humbly requesting James and Sirius doing some silly platonic soulmate shit like karaoke or something

Idk why but I imagine the "OH F- ITS IN KOREAN" "oh my god same" "외로운-" tiktok audio

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This is my favorite scene ♡

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so I watched the film "water for elephants" (2011). I can say that I had high expectations from it, which were partly justified. I liked the concept (the theme of the circus is still perceived as rare and original) 🎪

the film is quite beautiful and realistically filmed. interesting idea to make the main hero a pole, whose knowledge of polish language will be needed when developing the plot (the elephant, which the audience will love, will only understand commands in polish). the characters are ok too, reese witherspoon and christoph waltz did a great job (robert pattinson was also good, but lost out to his older colleagues in some ways)

I did not like the ending of the film, as it is quite predictable and trivial. naturally, the main character marlena will choose to escape from the circus. it was initially obvious (to me). the film lacked some zest. in addition, the social problems, based on the period of the Great Depression, are not enough revealed. i rate the film at 6/10. not bad, but could be better

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Lemme spoil u bitches <33

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in the dressing room ~ eminem

word count: 3020

request?: yes!

“Hi there! Can I request a Eminem x reader fic? There’s so little of them 😩😩. So the reader and eminem are on tour (the reader is a singer) and they kinda have a sexual relationship going, not like friends with benefits, there’s feelings involved on both sides just nobody will admit it, and they kinda get hot and heavy and someone walks in on them, and they get caught having sex (someone like porter or skylar walks in on them) and eminem is like really protective (I find that hot idk why) and basically they confess feelings after. This is a lot and I’m sorry. You don’t have to do this either, I just thought about it on the toilet.”

description: in which they get caught going at it in his dressing room and, after he gets very protective of her, they’re forced to admit their feelings for one another

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, unprotected p in v), maybe a little angst?

masterlist (one, two, three)

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finally found pt.1

Summary: Y/n and Marshall have a fight. This time it is a serious conflict. He's almost disappointed in the relationship again, but this time it's different. He knows you're special and can't just lose you. Y/n is a celebrity too.

warning: 18+

“I can't believe it. I've trusted you for so many months and I stumbled into betrayal again!”

“You need to hear me. I didn't cheat on you yesterday or ever. It's just that…”

“…I found you making out with him in his car?”

“Marshall! That bastard got me drunk. He wanted me to sleep with him, he wanted to take advantage of me, Marshall!”

“And you're happy about that?”

You slapped him on the cheek.

“How can you say that?!” You cried out in frustration as you looked at his face. “I was insanely scared, I was afraid, but I couldn't do anything!!! I couldn't move because of the crap he gave me.”

Marshall laughed, very bitterly.

“You're really good at manipulating me. You know, I thought you were different, not like all the other whores who betrayed me and hurt me. But it turns out you're not. You're even worse. You got under my skin…”

“I didn't betray you, Marshall.” Your voice trembled, tears dripping to the floor, but you continued to speak insistently. You reached for his head but he roughly intercepted your hand.

“Don't do this to me.” You said, looking into his eyes. There was always so much pain and loneliness in them. It wasn't in the last few months when you were able to build a relationship. He was different. He was so much happier. You were glad that you were the reason why. But now everything was falling apart before your eyes.

“You'd better go.” He said in a cold tone.

You looked up into his eyes in disbelief. Was he really that angry? You couldn't move because of the chilling cold that enveloped you. With trembling hands you began to gather your things. Everything was like a fog. 

Now you just couldn't contain your resentment that HE didn't believe you. Tears came flooding out of your eyes again. Grabbing your suitcase, you walked silently out of the house with one last glance at Marshall.

The incident that had happened to you had been televised and broadcast 24/7. It was the high-profile event of the week. Of course, the pop diva was caught in a car with another guy. All the media wondered if there was a breakup with Eminem and how he survived the "betrayal." Every time you threw a pillow or the first object you could find at the screen at the mention of your name.

Marshall didn't call or write. You went crazy with uncertainty, leaving numerous calls and messages until you realized it was useless to do so.

But you had to endure the embarrassment even worse. Reporters found out about the harassment. To the old footage that didn't really say anything was added a video that a fan who recognized you shot. 

In the video, you could clearly see that you were almost unconscious, and the bastard was kissing you. It was painful for you to look at the recorded video, as if you'd been humiliated and shamed all over again. Tears formed in your eyes, which you wiped away. 

Suddenly you heard the doorbell ring. Not knowing who could come at such a late hour, you went to the door, by which there was still an unpacked suitcase. When you opened the door, you were stunned. The one standing in front of you was Marshall.

“You forgot this at my place.” He was holding a sweatsuit. But not just any sweatsuit, of which you had many, but the one he had given you. It was too big for you because it was his original sweatsuit. You still stood there in silence, not knowing what to say. 

“Thank you.” You reached out and took the sweatsuit, pulling it, but Marshall wouldn't give it back. You looked shyly into his face.

“He won't bother you again.” He said. You looked at him perplexed, and suddenly you saw a blood stain on his eyebrow. You were horrified to imagine what Marshall's words meant. A fight. You didn't even want to ask how he'd found him. With his connections and capabilities, it wasn't hard.

“You shouldn't have, I…” Suddenly you felt his hand sharply lifting your face by the chin.

“Look at me. Did he do anything to you?”

You couldn't fight the rush of feeling that came over you. He was there again, you could feel his touch. But an unpleasant realization stung your heart. He came, but only after the news broke.

“So you believed those weasel reporters, but not me?”

“What?” He frowned.

“You only came here after those videos went viral in the media.”

He suddenly looked in the direction of the TV where the sound was still coming from. There was another story on Y/n.

“I didn't know about that.”

You frowned. “Then why did you come here, Marshall?”

“I'm sorry I didn't believe you right away. Jealousy blinds me.”

“What made you change?”

He came very close, and stared intently into your eyes. That look had been familiar to you for a long time, and you could feel your breath catching. 

“I knew it was crazy to leave you. I knew I would kill myself with it. But I can't take it anymore.” His eyes filled with anger. “It's like I can't control myself. Every time I see assholes stretching their arms toward you, I forget that you belong to me.”

You looked up and put your hand on his neck, gently pulling him closer. Marshall let you pull him to you.

“Nothing could ever happen between me and anyone else.” You smiled. “You know how long I've been trying to win you over. You think I'm just going to back out?”

His hands dropped to your waist and began slowly stroking your skin through the fabric.

“Picked up a lost dog and turned him into an obedient puppy?”

The corners of your lips spread apart and the sincerest smile appeared on your face. He adored your smile because it always reflected your true feelings, your happiness when you were with him. Marshall took your chin in his hands, and you closed your eyes, still smiling.

“I don't know how you do it, but you made me come back to you again.”

At first it seemed like your relationship was only for a moment. Guys like Marshall don't usually pay attention to girls like you, you thought. He was too distant and inaccessible. At times his behavior remained so. But you knew the real him, you saw a side of him that was hidden from others.

You reached forward and kissed him. He moved his hand around your neck and pulled you closer. The other hand that was still resting on your waist moved lower, and you exhaled in a kiss. You were both insatiable, you two haven't had enough of each other. 

You buried your fingers in his hair and felt Marshall lead you toward the inside of the apartment. He began to run his hands over your shoulders, back, waist and hips and you heard his labored breathing.

“I fuckin’ love your body”. He said hoarsely.

You pressed your lips to his neck and left a little hickey there. You knew it was his erogenous zone. Marshall growled, and his movements became more sloppy. He took off your blouse and unhooked your bra, slowly running his palm from your neck to your cleavage and your breasts. 

You tried to keep up with him and pulled off your favorite leather jacket of his, running your palms over his broad shoulders. You didn't notice how you reached the bed and Marshall pushed you onto the soft surface and threw off his shirt. You reached up and pulled him to you. Your lips met again.

Marshall deliberately seized the initiative and pressed you against the bed. It was turning him on, you knew it. He pulled away from your lips and grabbed your jams holding them in one position for a moment and hovering over you. You ran your hand over his chest and taut belly, your hand lingered on his belt and you pulled him toward you. He grabbed your hips and lifted them up. You felt how hard he was and you let out a moan. 

“Honey, I want you to do something for me.”

When you looked at him, you willingly leaned forward and unbuckled his belt. Suddenly Marshall intercepted you and switched places. Now he was on the bed and you were hovering over him.

To be continued

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Иногда мне становится тяжело дышать

Эти люди. Они везде

Я задыхаюсь от постоянных голосов

Мне так больно. Но чувства похоронены внутри

Глубоко, очень глубоко

Я хочу найти место

Где смогу почувствовать себя собой

Мои глаза всегда лишены блеска

Они сверкают, только когда я лгу себе

Обманываю и прячу от себя реальную жизнь

Я не знаю, что я хочу от жизни

Возможно я бы хотела узнать

Моя жизнь это поиск

Который не получается осуществить

Я хочу уйти отсюда подальше

Туда где лес, ведь там тихо

Туда где море, ведь там шумно

Только так я чувствую себя в этом мире

Где обычно живу без голоса и слуха

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Gonna keep it in my archive🙈