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i need to save him fr 😭 im gonna show up to the prison and say let down your hair lu-punzel

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Luigi is a friendly and well-liked person.

He builds other people up.

He makes those around him feel welcomed and included.

He is not some aggressive monster.

He is not a threat to anyone.

Keep talking about Luigi Mangione!

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I love this lol

Worst time for me to not be flexible bruh I’m gonna have to take pilates and gymnastics atp 💔💔💔💔

anon you should totally start working out!!

luigi would want you to work out because a) he would want you to be healthy!! and b) he would want you to be as flexible as possible so he can spread your legs as far as they can go to have better access to your kitty 💔 i'm doing pilates myself and while it is not easy it's totally worth it!

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free himmmmmm

this is fucking sending me😭😭😭get the fuck outtttt

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yooo i cant believe i searched this uppp i love it lol

DATING LUIGI MANGIONE

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ before you started dating, he had the biggest crush on you. he'd stare at you from across the lecture hall for three hours straight, never looking away. he once paid a chemistry professor to partner you two up for the lab.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ before he met you, approaching a girl never made him nervous. but you, you were different. you just made him so flustered and he hated it so much that he had to have you.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ he's a simple man: he just loves looking at you. when he wakes up in the middle of the night he admires your features under the moonlight.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ he's so touchy. he wants to be touching you 24/7. he constantly has his arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders. he holds onto your hand and guides you through crowded spaces. he plants his hand on the small of your back and rubs shapes on your skin beneath your shirt. he holds onto your thigh as he drives. when he can't hold you, he's whispering in your ear how badly he needs you.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ when he makes a joke in a group, he looks at you first to see you laugh. his eyes on you make your skin glow.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ in a group setting, he's pulling you into him and kissing you in front of everyone, so they all know you're together. even before you were officially together, he made sure everyone knew you were his.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ he taught you how to surf because he wants to share his hobbies with you. sometimes you'd "go surfing" with him, but you really went to watch him wet and shirtless for hours. he pretended like he didn't know that, and still fuck you every time. he takes you on his trips internationally to explore the world with you.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ you attempted to study for your chem final together, but it ended in him eating you out on the desk, your papers scattered and computers shut. you'd sit on his lap while doing flashcards and everytime he'd get one right you'd reward him with a kiss.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ you're both jealous and possessive. often, you see him talking to his girl friends and can tell they're into him, but he's clueless. so you show them he's yours by leaving dark marks on his neck or kissing him in front of them. when he sees you talking to another guy, he'll interrupt your conversation and steal you away from him.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ he loves to listen to you talk for hours, even if it's about something he truly isn't interested in. you're english/history smart and he's math/science smart, so you talk a lot about the latest book you're reading, your fun history stories, or psychology. you can convince him any theory is real. he doesn't necessarily believe in every one, but because it's you, he believes it.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ he constantly showers you with gifts, more than you could've ever imagined. he pays for everything and you can't remember the last time you paid for anything.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ when he cooks for you, he calls you over to taste test the sauce. he holds his hand under your chin and the spoon to your lips. he watches your face closely to study how you react to the taste.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ he begs you to wash his hair for him. when you do, he gets down on his knees in the shower and holds onto your hips. its not sexual, he just purely loves how it feels when you take care of him. when you massage his curls with conditioner, he feels like he could die right there and his life would be complete.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ at night, you both read under the warm light from your lamps and you rest your head on his shoulder.

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EX BOYFRIEND!RAFE

ex boyfriend!rafe who refuses to move on. in his mind, you're still his and he won't let that go. no matter why the two of you split, he doesn't want any other girl. to him, no one comforts him the same, cusses him out when he's being crazy, and he knows no other man will ever come close. still calling you his "princess," picking you up for parties, and showing you off to everyone like you were still dating.

ex boyfriend!rafe still buying you shit—whatever you want, he'll buy it. not because he thinks it'll win you back, he loves seeing you in things that he got for you; makes him feel like he still has some sort of control over you. no other girl would ever receive gifts the way he spoils you—new bags, heels, the finest jewelry, all of it. rafe even had the audacity to gift you a necklace with his initials engraved in it, and knew you were still hooked on him the moment he seen you wear it. rafe especially loves getting your nails done—he chooses the color, length and everything, just to see what looks prettiest wrapped around his cock when he shows up to your house for sex.

ex boyfriend!rafe always lurking wherever you are, almost like he's stalking (even though he won't call it that—he know's he's obsessed). every party you attend, even if he shows to your house unannounced, he's always around. it's no secret how irresistible you'd always been, rafe's blood boiling anytime he fights off other men from trying to speak to you—and if you'd always known anything, it's that rafe didn't care about being violent, if it meant having you to himself then it'd be worth it. watching you flip your hair, giggle as your cheeks flushed and hips swayed in whatever mini dress you wore, appearing silent yet deadly when he'd snaked his arm around your waist like a claim.

ex boyfriend!rafe smug since he knows you won't hesitate to fuck him if he just asks. anytime, any day, you're easy to crack through in his eyes. all he has to do is show up smelling like cedar-wood and whiskey, speaking in that low, rough voice, and that signature, smug smirk he always gave—you'd melt right into his arms, and right onto his dick, like always.

always a quick text saying something like, "let me in pretty girl." even when you roll your eyes, your feet never fail to carry you across the floor. though, you didn't stand a chance anyways—the way he looked at you, smirking as his gaze burned down your figure. "missed me?"

arms crossed, you stared right back into his piercing, ocean colored eyes. "far from it rafe..."

"yeah, yeah, whatever...go upstairs and wait on me."

and you listened.

ex boyfriend!rafe who will always want you at the end of the day. he never misses a birthday, christmas, and even the date of your anniversary. rafe had always been someone you'd depend on. you knew he'd always defend you from creeps, comfort you whenever you weren't feeling your usual self, and you always did the same for him.

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It is only one way and that is the RENAISSANCE way..

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Being ditzy is cool until you start fumbling important stuff and it ruins your life

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yalll jobe jus posted on his story, you guys dont understandddd how much i love this guy, im so happy and proud of him. look at this cutiee.

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ewwwww people are seriously writing incest smut of rafe cameron tumblr...lets do better girls!

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⭐︎ A Future with you

with JOBE BELLINGHAM⭐︎

synopsis: Jobe’s away, but a nightly FaceTime call leads into a heartfelt conversation about your future.

The silence of your apartment was becoming a familiar thing on weekends when Jobe was away for an away game. You always hated it, the empty space, the quiet moments without him next to you. The time difference didn’t help either—by the time he had a free moment, you were winding down for the night, exhausted from the week.

But tonight felt different. Tonight, there was an energy in the air that buzzed even in the stillness.

You looked at your phone screen for the hundredth time, your thumb hovering over the FaceTime app. Then, finally, the little notification flashed: Jobe is calling.

Your heart skipped.

You tapped the screen quickly, pulling up his face in front of you. His messy hair was damp from a post-match shower, and he was lying on the bed in his hotel room, still in his tracksuit. You could tell he had just finished winding down, probably catching his breath after the game. You smiled, heart swelling as his sleepy eyes met yours.

“Hey, you,” you greeted, trying not to let your voice crack with how much you missed him.

“Hey, love,” he said softly, his voice rough but warm. “How’s my girl?”

“I’m surviving,” you said with a laugh. “It’s a little quiet around here without you.”

He let out a quiet chuckle, shifting slightly. “I know the feeling. This room feels a little too big without you in it. Don’t like it.”

You smiled at the way he always seemed to make everything feel better, even when you were so far apart. His eyes never left yours, his gaze soft but intense, like you were the only thing in his world. It made your stomach flip.

“How was the game?” you asked, settling back into the couch, pulling a blanket over your lap as you prepared for your nightly catch-up.

Jobe ran a hand through his damp hair. “We won, of course,” he said with that proud grin of his, but then his tone softened. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All I wanted was to get home to you.”

You felt a rush of warmth at the simple sincerity in his words. The world could be crashing down around you, but Jobe always made it feel like everything would be okay.

“I miss you too, Jobe,” you replied, your voice low.

He leaned back against the pillows, gazing at you with a smile that never quite reached his eyes. “I think about you all the time, you know? It’s like you’re here with me, even when you're not.”

The weight of his words settled in the space between you, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. You just let the silence stretch, filled with nothing but the quiet hum of your beating hearts.

“I keep thinking,” Jobe started, his voice suddenly quieter, more serious. “About when I’m not traveling so much, you know? When we don’t have to be apart. When we can wake up together every morning, even if it’s just for a few minutes.”

You blinked, heart thumping loudly in your chest. You weren’t sure where this conversation was heading, but you could tell by the way he was looking at you—how intently his eyes were locked on yours—that he was leading you somewhere important.

“Jobe…” you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips as your mind raced.

“I don’t want this—us—to be some fleeting thing. I want… I want forever. You know, with you. No more just FaceTiming, no more ‘goodbye’ at the airport, no more long-distance,” he said, his voice soft but firm, like he had made up his mind.

Your breath caught. For a split second, the room felt smaller, like the weight of his words was pressing in on you, but in the most wonderful way.

“I want to build something with you,” he continued. “Something real. Something lasting. Do you feel the same way?”

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say. Your heart had been saying the same thing for a while now, but hearing him say it made everything feel more real.

“I do,” you whispered, your eyes welling up slightly. “I’ve always felt that way. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Jobe’s face softened at your words, and for a moment, you could see the vulnerability in him—the side of him he usually kept hidden behind the confident exterior.

He sat up a little straighter, running a hand over his face. “I guess I’m just afraid,” he admitted quietly. “Afraid that one day, I’ll look up and you won’t be there. Or that something will happen and it’ll all fall apart. I know it sounds stupid, but…”

You shook your head, cutting him off. “It’s not stupid. I’m scared too. But I know that whatever happens, we’ll be fine. We’ll make it work. Because I know we’re worth it.”

The sincerity in your voice seemed to soothe him. He let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing.

“I want to grow old with you, you know?” he murmured, staring at you with such earnestness that it made your heart skip a beat. “I want to wake up next to you every morning, share every part of my life with you…I want you to be my first call when I win, or when I lose, or when I just need to hear your voice.”

You were speechless, your emotions swirling in your chest like a whirlwind. The sound of his steady breath on the other end of the line made everything feel like a promise.

“I feel the same way,” you finally managed, your voice thick with emotion. “I want to be there for you, Jobe. Through everything. No matter what.”

He smiled softly, that same beautiful smile that always made your heart skip. “I’m glad. Because this—us—this is it for me. You’re it for me.”

The conversation shifted after that—lighter, filled with small talk and giggles, but the weight of what had just passed between you remained.

Eventually, the words slowed, the laughter grew quieter, and before you knew it, the two of you were drifting into silence. Jobe yawned and stretched, his eyelids fluttering as he tried to fight off the sleep that was creeping up on him.

“I’m so tired,” he said with a chuckle, his voice barely audible now. “But I don’t want to hang up. Can we just… stay on the phone until we fall asleep?”

You smiled, your heart full. “Of course, baby.”

The two of you stayed on the call, quiet except for the sound of your breathing. You let the stillness take over, the connection between you both as strong as ever, even if you were miles apart.

You both fell asleep on the call, the warmth of each other’s presence filling the space between you, carrying you into the sweetest dreams of a future you knew you would share.

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Becca Bloom has all that money but no titties

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lol my comment im crine

Look at daddy with the black boy swagggg😍

Ughhhhhh, well, he leaves me with no choice but to write another fic about his fine ass.

Virgil #2 coming first tho.

Toodles.