#[ shaking lexi!!!

[dumbsterchild]

I'm back! loonatics memes!/ Je Rentre

grimace shake part 2/ le grimace milk-sake deux pieces

apparently the image is way to big for tumbler, so... i can't post the image as a whole :p that sucks.... anywho, @kervinfire requested that i did a part two. this took a while because my computer was screaming.

apparemment l'image est très grande pour tumbler, je ne peux pas poster l'entier image. Kervinfire a demandé ce que je fais un deux pièces. C'est en moment parce que mon ordinateur voyant.

I'm still learning French so sorry if any of this is wrong

first part

[danny--jk]

WHA7S IN THE DARK

playlist 3.23

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[ihopeucomehomesoon]

[fancycolours]

I’m seeing Chicago two nights in a row in April! And I got some great seats for both shows! I’m so excited! 🤩 And guess what?! I’m going to meet them at the first show! asdfsdfghjk! Holy moly you guys! This means the world to me! 🥰

Omggg! This is really happening! I’m meeting them! Aaaahhh! Still processing that I managed to pull this off! Finally, after so many years! 🥺😭💜

[sanctamater]

the meeting at the gallows. @idolbound

[lex-n-weegie]

Okay so I found this post and I was reading it cause hey, toh brainrot and I enjoy learning extra info

AND THEN I GET FUCKING JUMPSCARED BY THIS

GOO DADDY. FUCKING GOO DADDY.

[pirateborn-a]

      he is literally So selfish im just--

[fusion-ego]

[dumbsterchild]

loonatics meme

everyone is on a mission. Danger and Slam are left to pick up the food.

part two

[penciled-palominos]

So ive become fixated on american girl dolls over the last few days, I'm just a doll girl what can I say, I'm not a collector really other than my horse models and furbies, tho i do have plans for some more dolls to buy to just grow my general doll collection even tho i don't fully collect one kind of doll. I'm planning to only get- oh gosh i was gonna say 1/2 but im realizing i have at least 3 or 4 I really want

My list is:

Addy

Kaya

Samantha or just like you doll

[I looked a lot like samantha as a kid [still do tbh] and the idea of having a jly doll makes me really happy so finding her or a jly secondhand has been my goal as of late while searching]

And maybe Saige because shes a horse girl artist which is- literally me?? Like she was made for me and i used to be obsessed with her movie when I was a kid so its so funny to me that i forgot about her and only remembered when I saw a video and they mentioned the movies and suddenly me and my sister's obsessions with the ag dolls and their movies like all came back to me!@

Its been so awesome reliving and learning about american girls, I never actually had any, we only had our generation dolls which are a more affordable version of AG but still pretty similar.

I had a doll called Sydney Lee, she was a ballerina and I adored her but I accidentally tore her tights and i never got over it.

Man I rambled for longer than I meant,, and I didn't even touch on the AG horses,,

[evie-sturns]

𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 - 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

summary: you walk downstairs, wearing a skimpy minidress for your friends party, matt doesn't let you go.

contains: smut, dom!matt, argument, yelling, overprotective!matt.

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i pull up the straps of my white minidress, its my best friend, lexi's, 19th birthday. i check myself out of the mirror before walking out of me and matt's shared bedroom.

my high heels click on the stairs as matt looks up at me, his eyebrows furrowing.

"where are you going?' he asks, manspreading on the couch.

"just lexi's house, its her 19th." i say chirpily, grabbing my purse.

"is it only gonna be you and her?" matt questions before standing up off the couch, walking over to me casually.

i scoff, "no? theres gonna be a few hundred people, im excited!"

"go get changed." matt says sternly, looking me up and down. i instantly roll my eyes "why should i matthew."

matt raises his eyebrows, "you're wearing half a fucking dress, i think you're forgetting you have a boyfriend?" he says, pointing to himself.

"matt." i groan, applying a coat of lipgloss before unlocking the front door.

"its thin, i can see your fucking tits clearly." matt says, stuttering slightly. "why are ya looking?" i tease, putting my gloss in my back before walking out onto the front porch.

"y/n. i'm serious." matt says, raising his voice slightly as he grabs my wrist with a firm, but not painful grip.

"just cause you're jealous doesn't mean im changing!" i yell, turning around to face him.

matt takes a step back, his eyes widening.

"don't be stupid." matt says before pulling me inside and shutting the door. "go, look at what your wearing in the mirror sweetheart."

i try to pull away from his grip, but he doesn't let me go. "fuck off of me matt, i'm going whether you like it or not!"

matt shakes his head, "no you're not. you're being a brat and you look like a slut wearing for that."

my jaw goes slack before i start "but matt!-" im cut off by his finger on my lips. "you're not going baby."

"fine!" i yell, dropping my purse and kicking my heels off, one of them hitting his shins.

"dont be snappy." matt says, letting my wrist go as i stomp upstairs.

"fuckin' tantrum." i hear matt mumble under his breath before he flops down on the couch.

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it’s not even been 4 minutes before matt’s knocking on the door to our bedroom, i’m laying on the bed wearing panties and a shirt, i mean after all matt did tell me to change?

matt comes in before sitting on the end of the bed.

“what do you want.” i say in a huff, folding my arms.

“i want you to realise everything i do is for your own sake.” matt says in a ‘know it all’ tone.

i stay silent, my lips pouting.

“you understand?” he says, putting a hand on my thigh.

i nod.

“mhm.” he mumbles before standing up off the bed and walking over to me, still laying in the same position on the bed.

“you’re gonna loose that fucking attitude.” matt says, clearly irritated.

i roll my eyes, matt tugs down my white lacy panties, discarding them across the room.

“mattt!!” i yell, closing my eyes.

“gonna dress like a slut you’re gonna be fucked like a slut, got it?” matt says harshly as he pulls my arms up, lifting my shirt off.

i nod nervously as matt flips me over onto all fours before pulling on my ankles, yanking me to the edge of the bed.

“look to your side.” matt demands, i comply, looking at myself in the mirror beside our bed.

“matt..” i mumble as he pulls down his sweatpants to his mid-thigh. his erections springing straight out, hitting his stomach.

“arms behind your back.” matt says, pulling my arms and holding them behind my back.

he slams into me full force, i let out a loud scream, biting the silk sheets.

i hear matt chuckle as he slams into me at an unheard of pace. “fuck fuck fuck!” i shout, squirming my arms which are pinned in place from one of his hands.

“this is what happens when you want to have such a big ego.” matt says in between thrusts.

my legs shake as he pushes my back down, forcing me to arch even more. “taking me well aren’t you.” he mumbles as his thrusts become more frantic.

“keep looking at yourself.” matt says, using his spare hand to tilt my head back to the side.

i feel myself clench around him, orgasming with a scream of his name, matt keeps thrusting, overstimulating me.

he quickly pulls out of me, painting my back with white streaks.

my mouth is agape with shock as matt rubs my thigh “oh my god stay still.”

he grabs the white mini dress of the floor before using it to wipe my back clean. “you okay..?” matt says, worry in his voice before handing me the dress

“you can go to the party..” matt says, pulling the dress onto me.

“what..?” i mumble in a dazed tone.

“you’ll be to sensitive for anyone to fuck you even if you wanted to..” matt says innocently.

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i wrote this in the shower 😛😛

[fancycolours]

Look at him zoom right across that stage. 🏃‍♂️💨 He must have seen me out in the audience. 👀😉 (Hush! A girl can wish!) My man in action everybody. Watch out for that acoustic guitar! Yow! 💥

[diah-the-demon]

1 also, 20 and 34!

Before I put the image I'm just gonna apologize beforehand how bad my handwriting is

Also ignore the scribbled out bits I didn't wanna try doing the URL again

[alotofpockets]

The unexpected gift | Alessia Russo

Pairing: Alessia Russo x Reader

Summary: Meeting Alessia at a bar while she's out celebrating her birthday.

A/n: In honour of Lessi's birthday :)

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 1.5k

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You were looking around the busy bar, trying to find the friends you had arrived with. Only one of them was still sharing the table with you. “Have you seen the rest?” Emma shakes her head, “I saw Lexi leaving with some guy like fifteen minutes ago, and the last time I saw Mandy, she was making out with a girl on the dance floor.” You laugh, “Maybe we should go and find some people too.” You see your friend looking over your shoulder, “I think I found just the right person.” Her face lights up, so you look over your shoulder to see who she’s looking at. You immediately knew who she was talking about, “Em she's totally your type. You should go for it!” You encourage her. “You'll be alright on your own?” You've probably never nodded faster in your life, “Go shoot your shot!” 

Now it was just you. First, another drink, you thought as you got up and headed to the bar. You had never been one to just step up to a girl and shoot your shot, so you were going to need some more liquid courage. What you hadn’t expected was for a girl to literally fall into your arms.

You quickly react and catch her before she falls down completely. “Oh my god, I am so sorry.” The girl starts apologising profusely, her words barely registering as you’re immediately lost in her piercing blue eyes. “It's okay, but you could've just said hi, you know?” The girl visibly relaxes at your joke. “Hi.” She says with a big smile on your face. You went from being mesmerised by her eyes to being mesmerised by her smile. The girl was absolutely stunning, and you thanked the universe that you were the one she fell into. “Hey,” you send her a smile back, “what brings you out tonight?” 

“I’m actually here celebrating my birthday with some of my friends. What about you?” At that the girl in front of you seemed to remember that it wasn’t just the two of you in the room. “That’s so fun, happy birthday! I’m here with a couple of friends too, except they all left to go make out with strangers.” You joke.

Before the blonde could respond, a hand fell onto her shoulder, “Oi Lessi, what’s taking so long?” Lessi, you smile now knowing her name. She nudges her head your way, hoping that her friend would leave her alone. “Oh, I see.” She says with a smirk, as she sees her friend's cheeks flush. The girl looks your way. “What are you drinking?” You give her your drink of choice and thank her before continuing your conversation, “So, Lessi is it?” She holds out her hand, “Alessia actually.” You shake her hand, “Y/n.” You realise you hadn’t let go of her hand yet, so you slowly retract it. “You should join me and my friends.” She said with a smile you couldn’t say no to even if you wanted to. So, when Alessia’s friend presses a drink into your hands, you find yourself following the two to the other side of the bar. 

“Sorry for the wait, but don’t fear Katie is here with the drinks! Also, this is y/n, she’ll be joining us.” You wave to the group as a bunch of hello’s are thrown your way. Since the group was large enough to entertain themselves, Alessia guided you over to a free spot at the table, so you could continue your conversation. “You’ve got quite the group of people here with you.” You comment, looking out over the twenty something girls surrounding you. “Oh yes, I play football, and these are all my teammates. Since we’re such a big group when we all go somewhere, I like to just invite them out instead of having to host this many people at home.” 

She tells you all about football, and her experience playing in the euro’s after you asked for it. You found it adorable that she was so passionate about her sport. You hadn’t even realised an hour had gone by since you had sat down, until one of her friends stood in front of you. “Less, come on, we want to go to the next bar.” The girl was looking at her expectantly, and looked to be very excited for their next step of the night. “You promised us karaoke, now let’s go.” Alessia looks between the two of you, “Okay Beth, calm down. We’ll go to the karaoke bar, tell the girls to get ready, and I’ll be right there.” 

Once Beth turns around you hear her loudly announce to the group that you’re going to the next bar, you smile at her enthusiasm showing so clearly. “She’s really into karaoke, huh?” Alessia laughs, “I think she just enjoys watching everyone embarrass themselves, honestly. Would you want to come with us? I don’t want our time to end yet.” You loved the idea of spending more time with Alessia, so you agreed. “I’m not singing though.” 

You quickly text your friends where you’re going as you were grabbing your coat, before you join Alessia’s friends outside. Alessia wasn’t there yet, so you make small talk with Lia, Vic, and Leah. A few minutes later you saw Alessia approaching, but before she reached you, she tripped over her own feet. Luckily Leah was quick to catch her this time. “That twice now, seems like you really needed some fresh air.” You laugh. “Trust me it’s not just the alcohol, she’s naturally clumsy.” Vic says, earning herself a playful shove from Alessia. 

The karaoke bar was busy, so it took a while before any of the girls got to sing, but the atmosphere in the bar was great. You were dancing and singing along to the music along with the rest of the girls.

Beth, Jen, and Steph, were the first ones up on the stage, performing their rendition of ABBA’s Dancing Queen, they fully let go and belted the lyrics to the audience, and they sang it back just as loud.

As the night went on, you found yourself getting closer and closer to Alessia. Until eventually, her arms were around your waist, while you were swinging to the music together.

You didn’t want the night to end, but the bar was slowly emptying out, and you knew it was going to close soon. “Alright, last song everybody. This is Sweet Caroline performed by the Arsenal Women's team.” The DJ announced. The girls made their way to the stage, and before you had time to resist, you got dragged along with them. 

Blending into the group, you let go and sing along with the words to the song.

Hands, touching hands

Reaching out, touching me, touching you

Sweet Caroline pam pam pam

Good times never seemed so good

You had to admit that that was a lot of fun. 

Once everyone was out of the bar, Alessia took you aside, trying to get away from the loudness of her friends. “I had a lot of fun tonight, thank you for inviting me to join your birthday celebration.” Her smile grows, “Of course, I am so glad that I did. Thank you for a great night. Actually I was wondering if I could see you again sometime, like take you out on a date." She started fiddling with the rings on her fingers, suddenly becoming nervous. So, you take her hand in yours, “I would love to." Her nerves faded away just as quickly as they had appeared. “Yeah? That’s great. Let me get your number.” You put your numbers in each other’s phones. 

“Thanks again for a great night.” Alessia said, taking your hand in hers again. “Likewise, birthday girl.” You’re about to move back to the rest of the group when you get an idea, and turn to Alessia again. “I haven’t given you a birthday gift yet.” Alessia laughs, “I mean I didn’t really give you any notice.” You smile at her quick joke. “That’s okay, I’m great at improvising.” You take a step closer to her, and lean in to kiss her. 

Her lips are soft on yours, and you taste the sweetness of the cocktails she’s been drinking on them. You break the kiss with flushed cheeks from the wolf whistles and cheers coming from the group behind you. So, you lean in to whisper into her ear, “Happy birthday.” 

Your house was only a couple blocks away, but Alessia insisted on you joining her in her Uber, making the driver take an extra stop. “Text me when you get home?” You ask as you get out, and she nods, “I will.” 

When she was alone in the Uber, Alessia starts reminiscing on her birthday. She had a great time with her teammates, and got a lot of great presents. Thought, the unexpected gift of meeting you, was her favourite gift of all.

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[lex-n-weegie]

Can you believe guys? For the Future! Just a week away! Wow! I am so happy about this information. For the Future. Just in a week!

[pirateborn-a]

i vowed i would never die, can you tell me the same too ?

✧.   He’d found him by chance. Fate, Roger would call it, with a smile on his face as he watched Rayleigh from the shadows. It hurt, of course it did. The first time he’d caught sight of the comfortingly familiar face, he’d forgotten how he was dead and thoughtless cried out with joy in greeting, only for his old first-mate to show no signs of hearing him.

     It’d hurt, just as it had with Rouge, and just as it had with few others he’d ran into before; but still, he laughed and contented himself with watching with smile on his face because he got to watch them grow, and wasn’t that a wonderful blessing ?

     But as time passed, his merriment was quick to grow strained.

     Rayleigh... wasn’t well, it was as clear as day. He’d known the man for nearly forty years, and yet he’d never seen Rayleigh get this… bad before. He’d known his death would be harsh on Rayleigh, but there’d been faith in his strength. He'd believed in him, trusted him to take care of himself with his captain no longer around to do so.

     But maybe that wasn’t quite right, because Roger was still around, only now he was unable to do anything. He tried, the Sea knew how hard he tried; from hak,i to song, to rage he’d tried everything he could think of to get Rayleigh to listen —  but the only time the man ever seemed to even entertained the thought of Roger being there, was when he was far too deeply drowned in a bottle for him to manage to get anything through that thick skull of his.

     Still,he tried. He stuck around, leaving rarely and briefly, only if he caught nearby tale of someone else he knew. He kept telling stories, teasing and joking, lighthearted with laughter ever frequent in hopes that even an ounce of it could manage to reach Rayleigh. He laughed about their lives together, he laughed about their adventures, he laughed about Laughtale, and the marines they’d fought, and music and— and— and—

     He was leaning against a wooden support on the docks with small frown on his face, watching as Rayleigh prepared himself a small boat with seemingly no purpose.

“ What’re you up to now, Rayleigh ? ”   he didn’t mean for it to come out a mutter, didn’t mean to let concern bleed through because even though he was dead, he still had to stay strong. Someone had to.

     There’d been an odd look in his partner’s eyes when he woke up this morning, one that still lingered there when he looked and one he didn’t like in the slightest. But Rayleigh couldn’t hear him, so Roger forced himself to be content with stowing onto the boat as his partner set sail from shore.

“ Hey, it’s just like all those years ago when we first met, eh ? ”   he joked cheerfully, even as dread continued to sink deeper in his guts, warning him,   “ You’re fishing all wrong, Ray. Where’s the net ? ”

     There was no response, and even after all this time he still couldn’t help but be disappointed by the lack of one, but he didn’t let that deter him and continued his merry chatter, ignoring the way his own voice grew more and more tense the longer they stayed out.

“ Think we should head back now ?  The fish aren’t biting, and I could use something to eat, ”  he didn’t, he hadn’t eaten since the day before he’d died. But surely Rayleigh had to ?

     No answer.

“ I don’t like the look of those clouds, partner. Wasn’t that one of the first things we learned when we set sail, about how looming dark clouds are bad ? ”   his eyes narrowed on the horizon, the Grandline rarely gave itself warning. Surely, Rayleigh wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and heed it ?

     The storm kept approaching. Rayleigh remained unresponsive.

“ Hey, let’s go to Sabaody. Let’s check out the amusement park again. Remember how we all got sick from the rides and how hard we laughed, the first time we went ?  Wahaha, hey, hey, come on Ray, let us go again, ”   he couldn’t remember at what point he got up to his feet, desperation creeping into his voice, though he kept his smile. Hands unable to reach Rayleigh’s shoulders when he tried to shake his friend out of whatever trance he was in.

     Surely, Rayleigh wouldn’t—

“ Come on, Rayleigh. Shakky’s probably waiting for you. You don’t want her to worry her now.  Remember when we first met her ?  I laughed so hard when she claimed she wanted to run away with you !  But you always were a catch, heh. I am glad you found her, you know ?  Even back then when it meant I had to share you, wahaha ! ”

     Surely. Because Rayleigh wouldn’t. Rayleigh couldn’t.

“ Silvers Rayleigh, as your captain I am ordering you to turn this boat around ! ”   he snapped, barely audible to his own ears over the sea as the storm hit them without mercy. Dammit, who cared if they disbanded. He would always be Rayleigh’s captain and he would always be his first mate so why—

     Rayleigh was smiling.

     Roger stared at it in open horror, cold taking home in his body, as though he truly were the dead man he was supposed to be.

     For the first time in his memory, both alive and dead, Gol D. Roger was utterly lost.

     The towering wave crashed down onto them and with it he yelled a single name that meant so much more with all his might, with all his energy , begging for death to be kind because he could not stand to be the killer of his own partner—

“ Rayleigh, Rayleigh— ! ”   he couldn’t stop himself from screaming if he tried, desperately trying to cling onto the sinking boat and still partner —  why aren’t you fighting, Ray, you’re supposed to always fight  — but his hands would constantly stop short of reaching him and rage boiled underneath his skin because now was not the time for bullshit rules !

     He took in a deep breath —  useless habit, a waste of precious few seconds — and dove down into the murky darkness, trying so desperately to hold Rayleigh but it was all in vain. He was the god damn Pirate King, carrier of the Will of D, and utterly useless to do anything but watch as he condemned the man who was his heart.

“ Dammit all ! ”   his voice stained with grief at his own inability, hoarse and jagged; though how that even worked when he was dead and underwater, while he wasn’t even allowed to save Rayleigh was far beyond infuriating—

     A voice whispered to him amidst the cacophony, gentle and sweet. He recognized it, heart aching even more, it was the same Voice that’d put the Sea in his blood when he was a boy —  and he clung onto it with all he had, as though he were the man drowning, and begged her to guide him once more. So he followed her blindly, letting her bring him further down into the dark waters when— when—

“ Help ! ”   he shouted, projecting every part of himself into his plea towards the small, shadowy figure lingering in the depths,   “ Please !  I am begging you to help, my partner is drowning—  I don’t know how long he has !  Please, please just save him, save my partner !  He’s right here, you just need to turn around ! ”

     Maybe there was a god, or maybe the Sea took pity, because—  miraculously  — the figure looked his way and then beyond, immediately bolting towards the prone figure of his Rayleigh and Roger sobbed. He followed them without hesitation, swimming towards the surface and doing his best to keep up with the fishman  ( thank you. Thank you )  who’d saved his partner. His mind was a blur, filled with static as it struggled to  process what had just occurred. He didn’t know, refused to know, though he couldn’t stop it from sinking in his mind.

     He’d almost lost Rayleigh.

     Hah. Hah. He wanted to laugh from the bitter irony of it all. His entire living life he’d tried to protect Rayleigh, threw himself in danger careless of his own well-being if it meant he were a shield. He’d fought, killed, razed—  all for his partner.

     And now, he’d almost lost Rayleigh to himself. Because of him.

     He did manage a chuckle, because the humor was far from lost on him, though the sound came came out more a bitter choke as he watched the young fishman drag Rayleigh to shore and pretended that he could actually help.

“ You fool, ”   he said, voice shaking still, because he could not stop the tears from flowing down his face, no matter how hard he tried, but that was okay because only his first mate had ever been allowed to see his tears,   “ Heh, worrying your captain like that. I’m supposed to be the reckless one... What am I going to do with you, Rayleigh ? ”

     He didn’t know, he didn’t know and he hated it. Because he could no longer protect Rayleigh, but he was still there. By the sea, he would let thousands more sabers make home in his chest if it meant Rayleigh could remained safe and were allowed joy.

     He’d never felt more lost, the feeling foreign and disquieting, so he started talking. He started talking and didn’t stop talking. Sitting there as close to Rayleigh as death would allow him, Roger kept speaking, babbling nonsense and memories and hopes for Rayleigh’s future because he had always followed his dreams, but what if his dream was for Rayleigh to live ?  What if his dream was for Rayleigh to be happy ?  So he said it, and said it again, and again, and again, and not once did he stop the flow of words until they were forcefully interrupted by Rayleigh’s splutters of life and—

     And Roger laughed. Truly and boldly. He laughed so hard he doubled over until he was sprawled across the floor, utterly cackling in his relief. He kept laughing as his partner and Hatchan  ( thank you )  talked and introduced themselves. Kept laughing as they started to make their way back to Rayleigh’s house. Laughing so brightly, that if he still had air left in his lungs he’d be kneeling over like an old man tenfold.

     Because even if Rayleigh refused to see it for the time being, Roger would cherish every breath his partner still took as a treasure above anything gold or Joyboy could dream to offer, for they meant Rayleigh lived.

“ Thank you, partner, ”  he gasped out between mirthful wheezes, wiping the remaining tears from his face, and maybe it was selfish when he was still dead, but he couldn’t care less in face of the pure relief and warmth bursting from his chest,   “ Thank you for living. ”