darlingl-19

[darlingl-19]

Not my normal kind of post but yall.... Jack O'Connell is NOT a "Hear Me Out." HEAR YOU OUT? That's James Cook,

That's Calisto

That's Roy Goode

And Paddy Mayne?

This is literally just a small handful in a pool of excellence. But seriously, some of you on tiktok need to calm down with those hear me out comments.... I'm glad that Remmick has brought new fans, but... damn.

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WHERE ARE THE JACK O'CONNELL FICS???????!!! PLEASE I NEED MORE OF HIM OTHER THAN REMMICK AND COOK!!! PLEASASSEEEREEEE

LIKE LOOK AT HIM AND YOUR TELLING ME THERE'S NOT ENOUGH FICS??!!!!!!!?????

[darlingl-19]

My friends won’t ever under how much I love this man

Jack O'Connell as Oliver Mellors in Lady Chatterley's Lover I really loved Jack in this role, somehow it felt like an AU of Paddy Mayne after the war. Returned to the quiet countryside, isolated and alone. Such a little charmer!

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you would almost think that israel has stopped killing palestinians but in the past twenty-four hours i have seen some of the most gruesome images of dead and beheaded human beings in my life, once again, in july of 2024.

israel is banking on nine months of genocide pacifying global outrage, the slow and steady extermination becoming more palatable. however, nine months in this also incriminates them absolutely.

to be committing such heinous crimes nine months in, with a genocide trial, ICC warrants pending, the eyes of the world on them shows that israel is not a state with any system of accountability, nor are its citizens or its supporters capable of mounting a real opposition to its genocidal mandate of palestinians. nine months of unstoppable and unceasing war crimes, and nine months of israel apologists refusing to give an inch as they continue to take lives. nine months of proving that they were never trying to end hamas, nor were they ever capable of it, but they seek nothing except the annihilation of palestinians and the annexation of their lands. nine months of settler colonialism in action.

nine months of palestinians being proven, beyond a doubt, completely right in their assessment of israel. a state that is beyond redemption, a state that is not a partner for peace, a state that has never stopped reproducing the violence of its foundation since the day it was founded.

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I have an unhealthy obsession with fuckboy Leon, I’m so glad none of my irl friends follow me here

I wish fuckboy leon was real

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in another universe, i wasn’t stupid enough to fall for your lies.

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I hate what you’ve become and I hate that you know everything I told you about my fears and my feelings. I wish I could got back in time and never met you. I wish I could prevent myself from such a heartbreak. Yet, I can’t leave. I cannot bring myself to leave so I’m watching you leave me like you’re abandoning a toy you don’t want anymore. A dog waiting for its owner to come back on the side of road when the only thing that will come is the realization that I’m all alone again like a truck hitting that poor dog as it runs to its owner.

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This one hurts like a bitch

In another universe you never called me special and I never cried myself to sleep over you kissing someone else

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I loved the way he put his hand on my body

His fingers that touched my skin with a simple and delicate gesture.

Shivers and butterflies that crossed my entire body,

My skin was quivering,

All of my being wanted to be touched by his hands

Just his hands, no other hands, his.

I didn’t want anyone else to see me.

Only him.

He touched more than my skin, he touched me.

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There was nothing reassuring about this boxing club. The looks of those present could intimidate anyone. The music loud hurt Eva’s ears.

She decided to come to him for a very important boxing tournament. She didn’t tell him anything, a little surprise seemed like a good idea.

Many men stared at her like she was the easiest prey, she was searching for him but he’s no we’re to be found. His boxing coach invited her to take a seat. She felt uncomfortable whenever someone stared at her.

When he comes out of the locker room, Eva throws herself in his arms, surprised to see her here, he hesitates a few seconds before hugging her back. He puts a light kiss on her forehead.

-Ethan !

-What are you doing here…? He asked, almost like he didn’t want her to be here.

-I wanted to surprise you !

He kept his emotions for himself but seeing her smile melted his cold heart. As she gently caressed his cheek, his eyes turned from love to pure horror. His father was approaching them and immediately he let go of her. He was terrified of his father.

Without a word, his father pulled him away from Eva, she went beck to her seat. He gave her a begging look, like he begged her to help him. While she waited for him, she heard three men talking about Ethan.

There was a lot of talk about him. “Daddy’s son” “Spoiled brat” “He’s doping to get that level”. That’s too much. Eva went towards the three men looking confident. As she was about to say something, Ethan stood in front of her to protect her. She was an easy target for them.

-Let me talk to them ! She objected as he gently pushed her back to the bench.

This time puppy eyes didn’t work. He was pissed. He let out a deep sigh.

-Don’t make waves with them… It’s important to me this tournament, I’m glad you’re here but please just sit tight and don’t get in trouble.

His father called for him and after a little kiss on the cheek, he ran towards his father. She was upset by the annoyed look he had.

The tournament started almost an hour after her arrival and Ethan finally sat next to her. She put her hand on hers and he rested his head on her shoulder.

She kissed his cheek several times, he giggled but when she tried to kiss him, gently he placed his hand on her mouth, she tried again and he checked that her father wasn’t looking before kissing her.

-Are you ashamed of me ? She asked.

-No Eva…He sighed.

He was only terrified of his father. He didn’t want this man to hurt her, he knew she was about to witness such violence but - before his turn - he tried to make her less upset.

The young man’s first fight was already violent and it’s only a start but he won hands down, he came back to his girlfriend but she headed out. He took off his gloves and followed her, putting on a jacket.

-Why are you so upset, Eva?

-You didn’t kiss me the first time.

He sighed and tried once again to make her feel a little better but in vain. He hugged her, he hugged her like it’s the last time they saw each other. Confused, she let herself be done, hearing his heart beat against her ear had something comforting.

-You drive me crazy with your constant challenges and your dumb fights…

She laughed before she looked up at him.

-You are the most irritating, stubborn, arrogant, annoying, frustrating girl I’ve ever met

Another little giggle and she cling to him like a koala, they laughed until someone’s hand landed on Ethan’s shoulder.

Frightened the young man stepped back, the man payed no attention to Eva but his presence is so menacing, she moves away a little from the father and the son. The look on Ethan’s face was heart breaking, he looked so terrified of the man in front of him.

He took his son inside and signed the young woman to follow them. She did without flinching.

The more the fights happened, the more violent Ethan was. The blood stained the ring and his gloves. Nobody moved. As if they were waiting for the worse but Ethan still won this fight. Here he was, one more fight and he would won the tournament.

He came back to Eva, she wiped the blood on his face. He smiled stupidly as she did to him what seemed to be a lecture. In fact, his ears were ringing too much for him to hear correctly what she was saying.

He hugged her, she caressed her hair while he rested his forehead against her belly. He put his chin against her belly to look at her. Her eyes did not leave him indifferent and his cheeks slightly turned red.

-You’re an addiction… I can’t get you out of my head no matter what I do…

The last fight between Ethan and his best friend Alan. Despite their friendship, the resentments of their first battles were still there and their respective father were not there to appease them.

The atmosphere was electric, Eva was afraid but she did not move. Nobody moved. The two boys fought until the blood flowed from their noses, their mouths. Until they were exhausted. They took off their gloves.

Finally the adults threw themselves on them to separate them, Eva watched this show unable to move. She snapped out of her fear when she sees Ethan lying on the ground.

He couldn’t catch his breath. He asked several times where she was, but no one answered. The more he repeated himself, the more angry he got. He saw her and a smile that only she knew from him, appeared on his face. Yet his eyes were empty. It was like he was another person. He was trying to fight the adults restraining him.

His father took him to the locker room, Eva waited for all adults to have their attention elsewhere before sneaking into the locker room.

Ethan looked at her with a smile on his face. An empty water bottle rolled next to him, his hair and his torso soaked. He’s lying on the cold floor of the locker room.

-oh my love…

His hand - still trembling with adrenaline - reached towards her, she hesitated to take it but under his suppliant gaze, she gave in. Ethan pulled her close to him before he got on top of her.

His cheeks turn red. The blood dripped on her shirt and he wiped his face with the back of his hand. The water dripping from his hair stained her t-shirt. Eva looked at him with a loving look.

He kissed her before hiding his face in the crook her neck. His warm breath makes her shiver. He kissed her neck several times, he took a deep breath that does not leave the young woman without blushing.

She didn’t know what to do, so she just hugged him. He put his hands on Eva’s back, almost against her will she arched her back. She felt him smiling as he kissed her neck.

-I remember how you screamed my name… How you took me so fucking well.. How tight you were… He sighed next to his ear.

Her stomach felt like butterflies, he straightened up to contemplate her. She grabbed his shoulders as if she would lose her balance if she let him get up. He caressed her cheek with his fingertips and then traces the fine lines of her mouth with a softness unknown to both them.

-How you kissed me like you were in desperate need of feeling me inside you, feeling skin on yours and my hands on your trembling body…

Her triumphant smile appeared again. She didn’t know what to say, what to do. She simply admired him. His two colored eyes looking at her with so much lust and yet like she was the most beautiful woman he ever saw.

-I hate myself for loving you, but can’t imagine living without you. This is what it feels like to be helplessly, hopelessly, and irrevocably in love… I love you Eva. He whispered before kissing her, his hands going to places they weren’t supposed to.

She let out a soft moan as he touched her chest. He wanted her. He needed her but it was too risky.

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The bar was crowed.

The glitters on their eyes glow each time the neon light was on them.

She closed the door behind her, only for it to be opened again a few seconds later. The fresh air of the night felt good on her burning cheeks.

-I didn't you were working tonight. A familiar voice said behind her.

She turned to see who it was, her closed face slowly turned to a soft one, her eyes becoming these sweet eyes only he knew. He was only wearing a fishnet top and black pants, a choker necklace around his neck and a dark glittery make up, it was the required uniform fro their work. He was attractive fro sure. A small smile appeared on his face while she couldn't look at him in the eyes.

-Your're beautiful. He said taking a cigarette between his lips.

Her only answer was a smile but her cheeks turned red. He got closer, another cig between his fingers, he placed on her lips before he lit their cigs together. Her thoughts went crazy, flashbacks of his body above hers came back. The young man’s hand rested on her lower back and there she was, her body pressed against his. Her thoughts became blurred and she felt his hand rise to end up in her hair. He pulled them slightly back, she didn't fight back, helpless in front of him.

-They're disgusting, aren't they ? I hate seeing those men looking at you...

The way they looked at each other for so long - too long - was the undeniable evidence of their little game. An almost yet so pleasing smoke came out of his mouth when his lips pressed against his "colleague's".

-I would tear them apart with my bare hands if they tried to touch you... He whispered to her ear.

-You're jealous Alan, aren't you ?

One last kiss before they both disappeared in the bar.

At the end of her shift, she walked in a room, where two other waitresses were, she tried to ignore them but their conversation caught her attention.

-She is so weird... The first one said clearly mocking Ali.

-Right and she's always so mean. The second one added.

With one eyes contact, they went silent. She was tired of this job, these girls, she grabbed her bag and walked out of the room. Alan was waiting for her but she walked past him, he followed her outside. He reached for hand, he insisted to know why she was so upset all of a sudden and on their way to his place, she told what she heard.

Once the door of his apartment was closed, their bags and jackets fell on the floor with their shoes, she pinned him against a wall, breaking their kiss before walking to his bedroom. He followed her without a word, like a loyal dog.

They couldn't keep their hands off of each other. It was good. Too good. Like an addiction. He pinned her against the door, letting himself fell on his knees in front of her, his hands firmly holding her hips.

The way he looked up at her with nothing but lust made her more weak, he was at her mercy and she knew it. Her hand gently brushing his hair back, his cheeks slightly turning red. A playful smile curled up on her lips.

This idea had always been in her head but why would his answer be different ? The curiosity killed the cat and she used all her courage to ask him.

-Can I fuck you ? She asked, cupping his burning cheeks in her soft hands.

-Huh ? what do you mean pretty girl ?

A feW seconds of silent, but finally, she build up the courage to continue.

-I want to fuck you so hard so I can see your makeup run down your cheeks and I can hear you beg me to stop my sweet boy…

Alan's eyes lit up, he look,ed at her like she was the most beautiful pice of art he ever saw. A lustful kiss was his way to say yes. As they kissed, he pushed towards the bed, they both fell, chuckling against each other's lips.

Heavily breathing, he can't stop kissing her, again and again, he felt like that if he stopped, he would lose her.

-I like the way you think mama... And what we take turns ? I fuck you until you can only remember my name and then you fuck me, alright my sweet girl ? He whispered to her ear, out of breath.

She was going to say something when he placed a finger on her mouth.

-Let me give you some pleasure.

Her clothes quickly fell on the floor, the room was in such little light but it was enough for them, he could only see her ans that's all he wanted. Each time his fingers touched her skin, he left a kiss on the same spot. Her cheeks became red when she felt his lips on each beauty mark on her body; he kept going until he took a few second to admire her body. His clothes falling with hers on the floor.

She was about to take his boxers off but he forced her to lie down, his lips raced down her stomach until he ended between her thighs. His tongue and fingers playing with how sensitive she was.

Soon enough, his name was the only thing that filled the room, his name and her heavy breathing. The point of no return was so close but he stopped, a proud smile on his face, she complained a little, her complain turning into a little gasp of surprise when he lied her down on the edge of the bed.

-Look how pretty you are...

His hand reached for her hair and pulled in down so she could look at herself in the mirror. Her body was the bed while he held her head on the edge of it. The only thing she was lookin at was him. A loud moan escaped her mouth when he thrusted into her, a soft gasp escaping his lips.

His hands gripped on her hips so tightly, a red mark slowly appeared. He was rough, neither of them tried to contain their moans. Suddenly, he stopped, she was about to complain again but he went down on her again she was even more sensitive now. He chuckled as he kept playing of her sensitive spot before he thrusted into her again.

-You feel so good, love... He whispered abasing her lips.

Her nails scratching his back was the cherry on top, he tried to hide his reddish cheeks by hiding his face in the crook of her neck but failed miserably as she forced him to look at her.

The point of no return was so close for both of them, his movements becoming more soppier, he was more than please to see her makeup running down her cheeks.

Soon enough, a wave of pleasure hit them both, muffled moans coming out of their mouths as they kissed.

She smiled against his lips, it was her turn now.

A few minutes late - maybe ten minutes later - there he was, her body above his, his cheeks burning and fully red. He bit on his hand to contain his moan as she wasn't going easy on him, she was as rough as he was. Satisfaction didn't left her face as he soon wasn't able to contain his moan, he tried to talk but failed.

It flet good, too good, his body didn't know how to react to this new pleasure, his grip tightened on her bedsheets as she put her thumb on his tip.

-Good boy...Don't hold it... I love hearing you... She said with a proud smile on her face.

He couldn't look at her in the eyes, Ali placed a hand on his neck, slightly choking him. But he had other plans. He took her hand, guiding her fingers into his mouth, sucking on them before she pulled them out and kissed him.

He tried to take her thumb off his tip but she gently slapped his hand before placing the thumb in the same place. He tilted his head back, his breath becoming more and more heavy. She knew how to play with his sensitivity.

-What do you want my pretty boy ?

-Please...Let me cum please...

A few more movement until she was his entire body tense up as another wave of pleasure - a whole new pleasure - washed over his body. Her hands slightly shaking from some sort of adrenaline, she finally took her thumb off his tip. The same proud smile came back on her lips when she was his own makeup running down his reddish cheeks.

He looked at her hand and their body. A little chuckle came out before he looked at her like she was the most divine being he ever saw.

-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have make a goddess like you dirty...

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You were only a child.

This light in your eyes left that night.

The 17 years old boy you were died when she died.

You came cold. Heartless.

When only this little boy inside you wants his mother.

You’re too cold.

You’re just like him when you swear you would never came close to the monster he was.

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“In another life, we’ll meet again and make the most of what we missed here. Sucking the marrow out of life like your favorite movie said.”

“I didn’t know you believe in reincarnation Alan…”

“For you. I will. This life failed us.”

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Choose your last words, this is the last time.

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Please don’t tell me I’m as forgettable as your silent is making me feel.

I’m mad.

Mad.

Mad at you.

Mad at the world.

I was a little boy.

Yet not even the man who was supposed to protect me remembered who I was. Who I am. Who I will be.

The silent was all I’ve known.

And yet it was so loud.

I screamed once.

But I wasn’t heard.

I was born when she kissed my little cheek.

And I died when she left me alone in this cruel world.

I became the silence I’ve always known.

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In another universe, I don’t have to cry every night thinking how my friends would be better off without me

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Im going to kill myself