#aaron rogers

[tic-toc-clock77]

A lot of my TicciWork family stuff is based off Metal Family (that you can find and watch for free on YouTube in Russian and English, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WATCH IT)

Toby: Glam

Clocky: Vicky

Liam/Lee (older son): Dee

Aaron (younger son): Heavy

Also

Jeff = Chive

PLEASE WATCH METAL FAMILY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ITS SO GOOD I PROMISE

[tomorrowusa]

Jordan Klepper is doing a special next week on how the Party of Reagan became the Party of Putin.

He spoke about it with CNN's Abby Phillip.

Here is what Ronald Reagan was saying about the Evil Empire in 1981 when Vladimir V. Putin was an officer in the Soviet secret police there.

Change a few words and it could sound like Reagan is describing today's MAGA Republican Party.

So fast forward about 40 years and this is what some people are wearing to Trump rallies.

Anti-vax nut Aaron Rogers, in that clip at the top, praised Putin for the way he "talked about the history of his country". Rogers apparently doesn't know the difference between history and disinformation. Rogers wants people to think he's really bright but he demonstrates again what a brainless dupe of Putin he really is.

The US Embassy in Kyiv published this funny but historically accurate meme which people should keep in mind when Putin claims that Russia is historically the mother (or whatever) of Ukraine.

[bleghbleghladydeath]

I thought I'd write a little about Toby's dad cause I'm booooored. TW: Alcohol abuse, smoking, cussing, slapping, using the word retard once.

Aaron stared at the TV, a whiskey in his hand, he watched intently while Toby swept silently. He glanced over, frowning at Toby when he ticked, ruining his dust pile. "God damn it Toby, give me that." Aaron growled, standing up.

He slammed his whiskey onto the table, jerking the broom from Toby's grasp, quickly sweeping everything up before shoving the broom back at Toby. "See, it ain't that fucking hard!" Aaron snapped, making Toby winced.

He growled, sitting back down on the couch, topping off his glass of whiskey before downing it and pouring another. Toby frowned, looking away.

"Sorry, Dad.." Toby mumbled, fidgeting with the broom.

Aaron grumbled, muttering something before lighting cigarette. Aaron inhaled the smoke deep into his chest before exhaling. He sipped his whiskey silently, watching the news with an annoyed look on his face. Toby soon finished sweepy and was about to go upstairs but Aaron whistled at him, to get his attention.

"Get me more whiskey." He muttered.

Toby whipped around.

"I'm not a fucking dog." Toby snapped.

Aaron stared for a second before standing up. Toby cowered, going to run up the stairs but Aaron grabbed him by the back of his collar jerking him off the stairs. "Don't you fucking speak to me like that." Aaron growled.

Toby folded into himself, shaking. "I-I'm sorry..." Toby mumbled.

Aaron narrowed his eyes. "Go get me the whiskey." Aaron growled, going back to the couch.

Toby quickly did what he was told, twitching, his hands jerking around, he made a random clicking noise and came back, he was inches from handing Aaron the bottle of whiskey when his hand randomly seized up and he dropped the bottle, making it shatter. Toby stared and Aaron suddenly slapped him across the face.

"You fucking retard!" Aaron yelled.

Toby stumbled away when Aaron stood up, yelling angrily.

"Go get the fucking broom!" Aaron roared, swinging his arm to point for the broom.

Toby winced, his arms shooting up to protect himself. Aaron stared, he lowered his arm, before sighing. "Go to your damn room." Aaron growled.

Toby gratefully rushed to his room, shaking violently. Aaron stared at the glass and whiskey on the floor. He sat down on the couch, rubbing his temple. "Mmm..you jackass..." Aaron muttered to himself.

You rubbed his face, sighing heavily, guilt heavy in his stomach. He stood up, avoiding the glass. Soon the mess was cleaned up and he collapsed back onto the couch, leaning back. He stared at the ceiling silently. He stood up and went for Toby's room. Toby was on his bed, sleeping. His face is a little red and tear streaked, he cried to sleep. Aaron walked over, sitting down on the edge of Toby's bed. He reached out, brushing some of Toby's hair out his face. Aaron started to rub Toby's back, staring. He then laid down, pulling Toby closed. Toby woke up, whimpering, he looked like his stomach dropped when he saw Aaron, but he soon relaxed when Aaron didn't hurt him. Aaron pressed a kiss to Toby's forehead.

"...You know I love you...right?" Aaron asked.

Toby suddenly growled, shoving Aaron out the bed violently. "Yeah, you can fucking ask that question when you're sober." Toby growled, kicking Aaron in the stomach.

Aaron groaned, standing up. He nodded, leaving the room.

"Understood..." He mumbled.

He went back downstairs and stared at the whiskey on the coffee table. Guilt gnawed at his stomach as he grabbed his glass, downing the burning liquid. Anything to get this to go away.

[nationalfuckupleague]

AARON ROGERS COULDNT HACK IT THREE MINUTES IN THE AFC BEAST

[natti-ice]

[blac-ivy]

One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!

[lousyhumanmagazine]

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[eternallyniah]

Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[luffyssa]

[voidsxntry]

self insert x canon will always hold a special place in my heart

[tic-toc-clock77]

Clockwork's walls in the main cabin were absolutely filled with her drawings, floor to ceiling with these gorey and scary drawings. Once her and Toby moved out, she got to work on the entire cabin, he loved seeing her art and sometimes he'd help her out:

Ex; Super beautiful and creative drawing of a dead body with a little stickman beside it signed by Toby.

Aaron, despite not being raised by his blood parents, developed Clockwork's fascination with art but not gore, he usually draws insects

[bvrnesher]

I'm reading the most beautifully-written- well-developed-smut on tumblr and then suddenly reads “mommy” or "kitten"

[cinnamoodles]

you did not kudos? you left the fic without a reblog? oh! oh! jail for reader! jail for reader for One Thousand Years!

[lizziehernandez]

Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

lewd visual link!! (twitter)

cw: free use, oral

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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You’re laying on top of your bed reading your favorite book, you’re so immersed in the fictional world you don’t hear the click of your door open, your boyfriend just came home from a long day at the office. Having to be professional all day has always exhausted him and you know exactly how he likes to unwind, you jump slightly as you come back to reality at the touch of his fingers on the back of your bare thigh, “shh, it’s just me baby,” his deep voice instantly soothes your nerves.

Goosebumps form all over your body as his hands wander up, he palms your ass through your skirt before lifting it up to expose your bare ass, a soft breath falls from his lips, “such a good girl, always keeping yourself accessible.” He praises, noting your lack of under garments. “Looks like that little pussy is already wet for me.” You hear the soft thud of his knees hitting the floor and can’t help but let out a soft yelp as he pulls your lower half towards the edge of the bed. You can feel your clit throbbing with anticipation as his breath ghosts across your aching core, that book you were reading is long forgotten.

A needy whimper leaves your mouth as his tongue makes contact with your cunt, your legs tremble from the immediate pleasure that courses through your body, the vibrations of his hums of satisfaction sends shocks of pleasure to your clit. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, my favorite meal.” He says against your flesh and begins to devour your core with hunger, your brain completely turns off as your body is taken over by pleasure. His tongue knows your body better than you do, every little flick sends you closer to the edge. You reach around and grip a handful of his hair as you feel yourself start to come, your whole body shakes violently when you go over the edge. He holds you steady as he finishes lapping up your juices before slowly pulling back, “I needed that, baby, thank you.” He says softly and places a soft kiss on your ass cheek before pulling your skirt back down, standing up, and getting on the bed beside you.