#boss man

[newbuddylove]

[melaninpov]

Trevante Rhodes aka Daddy in Candy Cane Lane (2023)

[tomlinsins]

LOUIS TOMLINSON,

singer, songwriter, philanthropist, festival boss, mentor, talent scout, executive producer and now creative director of his own fashion brand!

[t0tentanz]

'borg beast of nc

[tfc2211]

David Clayton Thomas And The Shays À Go-Go (1965)

[thewriters64]

⚠️Slight Yandere themes if you squint, jealous Shigaraki, asshole Dabi unedited⚠️

It was one of your many quirks that he fell in love with, resting your head on a surface, you were someone who didn’t express much, only someone who knew you well could tell what you were feeling.

Shigaraki stares at you from his spot across the bar, you were a “new” recruit with a more than impressive quirk. You were staring at Toga as she explains her love of knifes and her quirk.

Shigaraki was way to nervous to really talk to you, mostly expressing his attraction towards you through threats, which you simply shrug off with an. “Aye aye boss man”.

If it were anyone else all they would see is a bored, unimpressed expression, as your head sat on the counter and your seemingly dead eyes stare at Toga as she rambles.

But he knows you better than that, he knows those “dead” eyes actually held interest, you were listening intensely to every word she said, and he knows that if anyone were to interrupt her you would send them a look that would make them rethink their life decisions himself included.

He also knew that if anyone were to barge in and try to hurt Toga you would easily kill them in a blink of an eye, you were older than her which clicked a certain instinct in you, that made you over protective of her.

He also knew that whenever you put your head on something you were waiting, he noticed the small twitch in your eye when you were irritated. How you let the smallest of smiles slip for a second when you were about to fight someone.

He knows you enjoy walking on the edge of buildings the thrill of falling excited you, how you suffer from nightmares, how you hate the smell of cigarette’s.

Shigaraki prides himself in knowing many things about you, more than most people did, watching as Toga jumps up and down, and you sitting up tells him you agreed to fight with her.

One thing he didn’t know much about was your past, in fact nobody in the league knows your past, they could all pick up that you were a skilled fighter, quiet, and smart beyond belief.

Sighing he watches as Toga swings at you, and you simply put your hands in your coat pocket, using your heals to dodge all with a “bored” expression on your face.

“So you really like them huh?” Came a raspy voice that belonged to Dabi.

Scoffing Shigaraki rolls his eyes. “As if! I’m simply watching to make sure there not up to something”.

“Keep telling yourself that, I myself find them quite attractive I might take a shot and ask th…”

“You so much as talk to them I’ll disintegrate you without batting an eye”. He growls out jealousy and possessiveness filling his every vein.

“Thanks for your real answer boss”. Dabi smirks finishing his beer before walking away.

Gritting his teeth Shigaraki was about to follow when he hears Toga whine, turning his head he grins.

You had managed to kick her knifes away and push her down to the ground, your boot on her back as you easily held her there.

Behind the bar a certain villain sneers at Shigaraki the feeling of jealousy swelling in their chest, as they stare between him and you.

[popping-your-culture]

That’s a boss move with that mirror by the boss.

[aki16official]

I found some things in Pinterest lol(ignore the replays)

[fatstache]

Perfect stache, perfect chest, hairy dreamboat

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #32

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please enjoy.

Government Man sat on a bench in the CIA lobby, throwing a tennis ball against the wall next to a large fountain. He liked the sound it made as it bounced off the wall and back to him. But what he didn’t like was all the things he was thinking about, which were many things, many of which he’d forgotten. Most of them, in fact.

The specific thing bothering him the most was knowing that somewhere out there, his mortal enemy - the Counter Spy - was spying on bathroom sinks across America. Or something to the effect. Government Man either wasn’t sure or couldn’t recall, and he didn’t know which. So he kept throwing the tennis ball to try to remember.

Suddenly his wrist began to vibrate. Government Man was at first convinced that this was an earthquake, but when the rest of his body failed to vibrate at the same time, he re-evaluated and considered it only to be a him-quake. And also his watch phone was ringing. He answered and the image of Boss Man displayed on the screen.

“Hello, Government Man,” Boss Man said. “How was your weekend?”

“It was good. I threw this tennis ball at the wall.”

“How many times?”

“Several.”

“Excellent job.”

“Thank you, Boss Man.”

“Now that that’s over with, I have a task for you. Government Woman is at a bar somewhere in the DC area and she needs a ride back here.” Boss Man wiped his nose. “To the CIA.”

“That is where we are.”

“Yes. I have triangulated her location to a bar on Second Street.”

“Do we have a Second Street in DC?”

“Probably. It is the most common street name.”

“Okay.” Government Man stood up. “I will go to that place.”

Government Man went to that place. It was a bar called Distractions, and it had all sorts of fun activities, like a round board made out of cork that you throw sharp objects at, a green table with holes at the sides that spherical objects can fit into, and particle board kiosks with cathode ray tubes that simulate hallucinating small creatures eating each other.

Government Woman sat calmly in a booth, sipping on a Shirley Temple, which as Government Man had just learned the previous day, was a non-alcoholic beverage. At least until she turned twenty-one. Government Man sat down across from her.

“Hello Government Man,” she said. “Would you like to have a drink also?”

“No thank you,” he replied. “Boss Man called me and told me you needed a ride.”

“I have had a lot to drink,” she replied. “But I am not inebriated because it is only seltzer and grenadine. He should be aware of this.”

Boss Man approached and sat down. “Hello, Government Man. How was your weekend?”

“You already asked me that. You said you were at the CIA.”

“No I didn’t. I was at the bathroom.”

It was then that Government Man realized he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book: the fake Boss Man who calls on your watch phone to tell you to get your coworker from a bar. That old routine. He fell to his knees, looked up to the skies (though the roof was in the way) and yelled out, “NO!”

The CIA building had been left unprotected. Counter Spy entered the Government Men’s Room and rubbed his hands together at the sight of their many sinks.

“Ha ha ha… they are not very at all suspecting of any things. So simply easy to be manipulating.” He took a paper towel and wiped his nose with it. “I cannot be stopped!”

[ssa-tahlia-obsessions]

I mean, I fantasise about this man on a daily basis not just at 2am.

[t0tentanz]

SECOND CONFLICT

[tomlinsins]

when promoters in mexico underestimated louis' ability to sell out venues and fans showing up outside his hotel in massive numbers proved his power to them while he ended up selling out arenas there. like that's fucking king shit man! never underestimate louis tomlinson!!!

[sexyvixen7]

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[livingloved007]

The Tenacious Five

[kimludcom]

SPECIFICATIONSTemporada de uso: springStyle: CasualSleeve Length(cm): FullPlace Of Origin: China (Mainland)Pattern Type: PrintPant Closure Type: Elastic WaistOrigin: Mainland ChinaOrigen: CN(Origen)Material Composition: polyesterMaterial: PolyesterMaterial: PolyesterGender: MENDecoration: PocketsCuello: Cuello redondoC