#Matt Slack

[willstafford]

Off The Hook

PETER PAN Birmingham Hippodrome, Monday 23rd December 2024 With Birmingham panto favourite Matt Slack back at the Hippodrome for his eighty-fourth successive year (well, his eleventh), I approach the performance with some trepidation.  Surely, things will be going a little stale by now. But no.  It seems as though all the faults I picked with previous years’ productions have been attended to. …

[drews-board03]

Was talking about Andrew and Aaron swapping places in court for a day or something and Andrew is sTRUGGLING. It’s a different type of racquet and he’s having to be running and aware of everything around him. Easy enough to adapt to, right? No. He is tripping over his own feet, he’s going to swing and slam at the ball instead of catch and carry. He’s great at checking people but when he’s not doing that he’s having to focus on breathing cause he’s not done this much running in YEARS how the fuck does Neil do this for fun

Meanwhile Aaron’s in goal la Dee dah spinning like a ballerina, whiffs the goals but gets to laugh and watch Andrew struggle

[expelliarmus]

[ew-slackoffs-au]

Matt's refsheet!

He's my favorite :]

THIS IS AN AU DESIGN PLS DON'T ARGUE ABOUT WHAT'S CANON AND WHAT'S NOT-I DO NOT CARE

[zugmode]

i actually think all male historians of science born between 1990-1995 had the same formative experience of watching matt smith in doctor who in 2010. thus deciding to pursue history of science and curating an entire wardrobe of waistcoats and bow ties.

[murdocktm]

anyways, there's a line in daredevil: born again [ ep 6, excessive force ] where matt mentions that sometimes he stops praying, but he always comes back to it. it makes me think of the things over the years that have pushed him to that edge of nonbelief. even is season 3 of the og show, he rejects god but acknowledges him. so i'm wondering where he's been that has driven him to that edge before. anyways, i'm going to build a proper timeline soon - tho i haven't updated my post in 1 million years i have been doing some reading. making some decisions for matt's timeline. he's going to remain show-based, but with some of my own flavoring.

tho i'm not sure if this is going to be a part of blog canon, i know the blip would theoretically be one of those moments that drove him to the edge of faith. idk idk.

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

Tagged in a thing by @lightyakami, hi and thank you!! :3

Rules: shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people to do the same.

Anoana (Heilung)

I Hate Everything About You (Three Days Grace)

Ginger (Xandria)

We Could Be The Same (maNga)

Days Before You Came (Placebo)

Læknisgaldr (David García Díaz)

Spite and Malice (Placebo)

A Rite of Blood and Fire (David García Díaz)

Melo no Theme (Hideki Taniuchi)

Black-Eyed (Placebo)

It's 2:30am so I extremely can't be arsed to add links sorry dhfsdf. Now to find ten people to tag... @inseparabiles @xenomorphvevo @mymblesbuir @valodia @lasalebete @lilbittymonster @intersexnateriver @chupacabrafritz @argentavis and keeping the tenth spot for Whoever Feels Like Doing This But Isn't Tagged, well you can say I tagged you :3c

[0wnw1sn]

How bad do you think Born Again was before they readded Foggy and Karen

i have so many mixed feelings on born again 😭 yk i was so happy that they added foggy and karen back because they're so damn integral to the story. like without them matt's a shell of a person, that was the whole point of season 3. but now there's rumors that they're showing up just to get killed off... daredevil just isn't daredevil without the trio

[theculturedmarxist]

Public and Racket have just published a pair of stories about a scientific cover-up and the manufacture of a major media deception, respectively, in the Covid-19 crisis. Both stories rely upon newly released documents from the House Select Subcommittee on the Coronavirus Pandemic, which is investigating communications between the authors of the influential Nature article from March, 2020, The proximal origin of SARS-CoV-2, and health officials like Drs. Anthony Fauci, Francis Collins, and Jeremy Farrar.

You can read the backstory involving these documents in the two pieces linked above. The key characters are Proximal Origin co-authors Dr. Kristian Andersen, Dr. Robert Garry, Dr. Andrew Rambaut, Dr. Edward Holmes, and Dr. Ian Lipkin. Here, I thought Racket readers might benefit from a simple list of illustrations showing key exchanges. You can draw your own conclusions:

Jeremy Farrar, now of the WHO, not only edited the Nature draft, he made a key change to its most quoted line:

Proximal Origin Co-Author Kristian Andersen makes reference to a draft being ready to “go up the chain”:

Dr. Garry mentions that some may not like an early draft because it “allows… the nCoV may have arisen during cell culture passage in a lab (their labs).”

Farrar will “push Nature” to get the article out “ASAP”:

Andersen gets rejection letter from Nature, with concern about “whether such a piece would feed or quash the conspiracy theories”:

Andersen laments that a draft doesn’t “refute a lab origin” which “must be considered as a serious scientific theory” and “not dismissed out of hand as a conspiracy theory”:

Co-author Ian Lipkin is not only “very worried about the furin cleavage site,�� but “high ups are as well, inc. intel”:

“Close enough?” Co-authors propose cartoon image of EcoHealth Alliance’s Peter Daszak:

Dr. Holmes: “Good idea not to mention all the other anomalies as this will make us look like loons.”

Garry roots for Trump to “say more dumb stuff about the origins of the China virus, possibly poisoning Sino-American relations for decades,” then asks, “Does this make me a bad person?”

Holmes on news that Lipkin has contracted Covid-19: “Well, that’s made my day.”

Andersen “still leaning towards” cell culture hypothesis:

“The furin would be the first thing to add for sure.”

“Whatever has happened here, the virus has become very quickly loaded for human transition.”

Andersen: “The presence of furin moves me a posteriori slightly more towards accidental release..”

[thedevotionaltour]

when i can finally continue my kyle readings i will be rewarded and everyone will give me a good grade in understanding

[willstafford]

Slack & The Beanstalk

JACK AND THE BEANSTALK Birmingham Hippodrome, Tuesday 19th December 2023 You can rely on the Hippodrome panto to be the biggest, flashiest, most extravagant show around during the Christmas season, and this year is no exception.  A glitzier, more glamorous pantomime you’d be hard pushed to find.  And it boasts an excellent cast.  There’s TV’s Alison Hammond as the Spirit of the Beans,…

[batplushies]

our site owner is suuuch a funny guy.

[desturns]

FATHER'S DAY SPECIAL , making matt a daddy

a lot about matt got you insanely horny. his hands, his beautiful smile, the way he'd be able to make you laugh until you were crouched over near pissing yourself, his stubble when he got too lazy to shave down after a couple of days. hell, half the time all you needed to do was look at him and you're ready to pounce. but the one thing that made you worked up without a shadow of a doubt?

watching him interact with kids.

there was something about the way matt was playing with your cousins, nieces and nephews right now that was getting you. . . for lack of better words, aroused. last year, you visited his dad for father's day, but this year it was your turn to bring him home. your dad wanted a big dinner with his family and everyone happily obliged, and when it was over, matt couldn't resist when the younger children begged him to play with them.

the way he feigned defeat whenever they'd tackle him to the way he'd kindly scold them whenever they were being too rough. it was down right attractive, and the minute you guys got back to your apartment, you were determined to let him know just how much you loved it.

your hips grind against his, burying his cock deeper into you as you set a slow yet passionate pace. matt was flat on his back, his jaw slacked as he stared up at you in lust, awe and admiration. his hands were everywhere–gripping your waist, occasionally cupping your tits that bounced, but never taking control. you insisted that tonight you were going to take care of him. he's so in love with you, how could he deny you?

“doin’ s-so good. . . jus’ like that,” he praised breathlessly, his hands returning to your thighs as he held back his impending orgasm. he wanted you to cum first– you always came first and he didn't want to ruin it by getting you off him.

you practically purred at his praise, your hands continuing to clutch at his shoulders, your nails leaving indents behind. his words encouraged you to keep your pace, alternating between bouncing and grinding in a way that had him a whimpering mess beneath you.

but you knew that he was holding back and right now, you wanted nothing more than for him to lose it. “c’mon, baby. cum for me.”

matt shook his head mindlessly, too fucked out to verbally protest as another whine left his lips, his eyes squeezing shut as he desperately tried to hold back. he could feel his dick twitch and throb inside you and he tried to lift you up before he released within your slick walls, but you planted yourself back on him. “nuh uh. cum in me. lemme feel it.”

that got him to open his eyes real fast. he looked up at you with a sense of confusion and arousal, his hands now grabbing your waist. “w-what? pretty, i’m n-not wearing a co–”

“cum in me, matt. please. need it,” you panted out almost desperately, now riding him harder just to make him lose his edge, holding back your own noises of enjoyment. “want it so bad. wanna get pregnant, give you a kid. god, you'll be the b-best dad. please–cum in me.”

he didn't need to be told twice. he let himself go freely, shooting thick spurts inside you with a loud groan. you were more than satisfied now, letting yourself come around him, milking and squeezing him for all his worth. after your orgasm, you thought he'd be done, that you were both fully satisfied. but then he was flipping you over and nestling between your legs.

“gonna make you the prettiest mama. wanna make me a dad, huh?” he mumbled, his words full of promise before he started fucking into you again. “c'mon, give it to me, baby.”

after all— he's so in love with you, how could he deny you?

A/N happy father's day to yall who still got daddies and stuff. i personally don't celebrate today, but i will be celebrating with dilf!matt 😛

divider by @bernardsbendystraws !

[y2kstarr]

— ᥫ᭡ addiction . . . matt sturniolo

where . . . matt thinks it's a good idea to take some 'sex chocolates' and soon can't help but be fucking addicted to your pussy

contains . . . pure smut, mentions of sex drugs, riding, overstimulation, sub!matt, slight dom!reader, (this one's a lil filthy-).

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #8

You knew the moment Matt had brought up the stupid idea of trying cheap sex chocolate he'd found online together that it would be dumb. You didn't know that they'd actually fucking work.

Matt watched as you bounced on his cock, his lips parted in a slack jaw type of way, his hands that were once gripping your hips tight, now weak in their attempt to hold you down and stop your ministrations.

"Fuck– ma, I– shittt–" He groaned out at the sight of your cream leaving a ring around the base of his cock from how long you two had been fucking — more-or-less, how long you'd been fucking him. His head fell back against the pillow underneath him, a choked out moan leaving him as you clenched around his twitching cock. "Ba– baby, I can't keep this up much longer—"

"Please, please just one more– I promise, one more and I'm done—" You begged him, your skin glistening a bit with sweat from how long you'd been at it, your thighs starting to weaken, but your need for his cock was so much stronger than the tiring of your body. "It just feels so fucking good—"

Your cunt was already filled with his thick, warm cum from the amount of times you'd made him cum already, but it just wasn't enough. What the fuck was in these damn chocolates? At least you knew they weren't false advertising at all.

Your body moved with a fervor that seemed to defy human limitations, your hips undulating in a relentless rhythm as you rode him with wild abandon, the bed creaking with each shake, the headboard practically slamming against the wall at this point.

The wet sounds of your coupling filled the air, the obscene squelching of your arousal coating his shaft and dripping down onto his balls. Matt let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts, albeit trembling from the overstimulation.

"S-Shit, ma... you're gonna... kill me at this rate..." Matt whimpered out, his voice a breathy and whiny cry, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. The stimulation was intense, borderline too much for him to handle. He could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of his cock as it stretched your walls, filling you completely.

It was almost too much for you as well, the sensation bordering on painful as you rode him like your life depended upon it. Yet, you couldn't stop, driven by a primal need to chase your own release, to milk him for every last drop of his seed.

You leaned down, pressing your sweat-dampened breasts against his chest as you captured his lips in a searing kiss. Your tongue delved into his mouth, tasting the remnants of the chocolate on his tongue. "Don't you dare stop now—" you panted against his lips. "I need more. I need you to — fuck — fill me up until I can't take anymore."

"B–baby, fuck," Matt gasped, his head thrashing back against the pillow as you lifted yourself back up to continue riding him with wild abandon. "Your cunt is fucking devouring my cock. It's like a fucking furnace in there, so hot and fucking tight. I can't — I don't know how much longer I can last."

But even as he spoke, Matt's hands gripped your ass, pulling you down harder onto his throbbing shaft. His hips pistoned up to meet yours, the force of his thrusts lifting you off the bed. The room filled with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by your wanton moans and Matt's increasingly desperate grunts.

"Fuck! Yes! Oh my god—" You gasped out, your hands scrambling to grip the headboard as he fucked up into you at a speed and harshness that had stars spotting your vision. "Ri–right there, Matt— Ohh fuck—!" You practically cried out, eyes rolling back at the unbelievable pleasure coursing through you, returning that burning pleasure you'd felt so many times already tonight.

"Whose pussy do you love, baby—" You moaned out as you bit your bottom lip.

"Y–yours—" Matt whined out, panting harshly beneath you.

"Whose fucking pussy do you love, Matt—"

"Yours mama! F–fuck— your pussy—!" He nearly babbled out, so fucked dumb from your cunt at this point.

Matt's grunted and panted out, his breathy almost squeaky with his whines. His body started to shudder beneath you, his cock pulsing erratically inside your clenching heat. "I... I'm about to fucking... c-cum—!," he stuttered out, his voice cracking with desperation. "Oh god, ma, your p-pussy... it's too much. I can't... I'm gonna..."

"That's it baby, that's it— fuck yes!— c'mon— cum for me, Matt— please fucking cum—" You breathlessly begged him, before your mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back as you felt his cock twitch before pumping your cunt full of his seed one more time, a moan leaving your lips as you gushed all over his cock in unison.

Your ground your hips as your pussy milked every last drop of his essence, riding out the intense waves of your shared orgasm. The sensation of your combined releases, your juices mingling with his, only amplified the mind-blowing ecstasy that consumed you both.

Your bodies both trembled as yours highs finally came down, shaking limps and tensed muscles becoming weak as you collapsed on his chest, pulling a soft "oomph" from Matt before he breathlessly chuckled, holding you tightly against him.

"H–holy shit... that's was..." He panted out in near awe.

"Fucking amazing..." You finished for him, giggling weakly as your breathing patterns matched up, your face snuggling into his neck as you just lay there, soaking in the way your body finally let you rest, albeit leaving you beyond weak and exhausted.

You could feel his soft kisses on your shoulder before they pressed against the side of your face, making you lift your head up to meet him in a sweet kiss, the both of you feeling completely blissed out as Matt whispered against your lips.

"I'm 100% buying more..."

☆ : sorry this one was shorter than normal, it was mainly just smut so I didn't have much buildup to write at the beginning 😭 idk– but i hope you guys enjoy!!

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[sexhaver]

at this point the most charitable interpretation of tumblr's moderation is that

terfs on this site (users, not employees) have figured out that they can weaponize the automated banning system with mass reports on trans women

at best, nobody on staff has noticed this pattern of behavior for several years despite it being explicitly pointed out to them multiple times; at worst, there is at least one terf on staff making it so that mass reports of trans women get acted on instantly and are rarely if ever reviewed

Photo Matt has an ego the size of Cleveland and will ban anyone who incidentally bruises it while lying through his veneers about the reasons why when they are blatantly obvious to anyone with eyes

i'm genuinely not sure whether Matt is garden-variety transphobic, or if he hates everyone who shit-talks him and it just so happens (for no reason at all) that the trans women on this site dislike him and his moderation team more than most other groups so he just hates the fact that they keep making him look transphobic when he systematically bans them for hating him

tumblr's legal and PR teams are waking up right now, checking Slack on their phones before getting out of bed, and are probably screaming into their respective pillows

[sosasturns]

WHERE DEM CHERRIES AT? matt sturniolo

matt thought he’d died and gone to heaven the moment his dick slid between your tits, thick and flushed as you pressed them together, bouncing them to the pace of his thrusts. his breath hitched, jaw slack, lips parted as he watched himself disappear into the plush of your chest, the tip peeking out slick and needy before vanishing again.

“holy fuck,” he choked out, head falling back against the pillows before snapping forward again—because there was no way in hell he wasn’t watching this. his hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, resisting the urge to just grab—to squeeze, to push your tits together harder, to thrust up and lose himself completely.

his pupils were blown, mouth hanging open as he sucked in shallow, shaky breaths. he was hypnotized, practically cross-eyed with it, like he’d been starving for this exact moment his entire life and was just now realizing it.

“you like that?” you teased, voice all honey, all sweet, dragging your tongue across his flushed tip when it peeked through.

matt’s breath stuttered, a groan ripping through his chest, hand flying up to grip your wrist—like he needed something to ground himself, to tether him before he lost his goddamn mind.

“baby, you don’t even know,” he muttered, voice wrecked, barely able to get the words out. his hips bucked up, his cock sliding messily through your spit-slicked skin, and his fingers curled around your wrist, tightening. “shit, you’re gonna make me cum just looking at you.”

his head dropped back again, adam’s apple bobbing, lashes fluttering, and for a second—just a second—you swore you saw his eyes roll back. completely blissed out, so far gone over the sight of your tits alone.

“fuck,” he rasped, chest heaving. “fuck, i need—i needa—”

you grinned, shifting closer, letting him finally cup them, palms hot and greedy, fingers digging into soft skin like he couldn’t believe they were real. his thumbs swiped over your nipples, almost in awe, before his grip tightened, squeezing as he thrust up again.

his head lifted, eyes hazy as they locked onto yours. “marry me.”

you blinked, caught off guard. “what?”

his lips were pink, glossy, spit-slick from how much he’d been licking them, biting them, working himself up just from the sight of you. he swallowed, jaw clenched, eyes heavy.

“nothing,” he breathed, shaking his head. then, quieter—more to himself than to you—“just fuckin’ love you.”

his hips stuttered, cock twitching between the tight warmth of your tits, and his grip on your wrist turned almost desperate. “fuck—baby—”

you knew it was coming—knew he was coming—but you still stuck your tongue out, ready for it, waiting—

and when it hit, hot and thick, spurting across your tongue, your lips, spilling down the valley of your chest, matt lost it.

“fuck—oh my fucking god—” his voice cracked, a broken, wre-cked little noise that had your stomach clenching. his thighs tensed, whole body shuddering as more of it spilled over your tits, dripping down your skin. but he kept going, hips still jerk-ing, ropes of cum spilling out in messy spurts because he couldn’t stop.

he was still coming.

his eyes were barely open, just slits of blue barely peeking through, his jaw clenched so hard it could shatter, breath coming in ragged, fucked-out gasps. his lips trembled, thighs quivering, hands gripping the sheets like he needed to hold on or he’d float away.

he could see it—his cum thick and glossy against your skin, smearing over your tits as you squeezed them together like you wanted to stay covered in it.

“jesus christ—” matt choked out, voice nothing but a desperate moan.

you swiped your fingers through the mess, licking it up, watching him the whole time, and his cock twitched—again.

“ohhh—ohhh fuck,” matt whined, actually fucking whined, head dropping back as another broken groan tore out of him.

his hips jerked, cock twitching, another weak spurt dripping from the tip because he swore to god he was gonna fucking pass out.

“matt,” you cooed, sweet as ever, leaning in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “you good, baby?”

his chest was heaving, body still trembling, completely wrecked, completely fucking whipped.

his response was breathless, barely a whisper—

“gimme a minute.”

©SOSASTURNS

sosas 💬: watched this reel last night n giggled.. had to type ts up last min. we’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming soon chat