#day 1 2022

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LIV MORGAN / WWE DAY 1 (01/01/2022)

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Day 1 - Friends/Family

My first post for @sihjrweek

Disclaimer: I’m sick LOL so if something is weird or bad ~blame it on that~

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Saga never really understood why people couldn’t ever shut the hell up about their partners.

It seemed as though if his classmates weren’t panicking about their grades then they were going on and on about my boyfriend took me to karaoke this past weekend or my girlfriend sent the cutest text or my boyfriend does this adorable snort when he laughs, my girlfriend this, my boyfriend that, blah, blah, blah, blah.

It gave him yet another excuse to add to his long list of reasons to avoid his peers and not put in the effort to make any friends. He didn’t want to be obligated to listen to someone go on and on about their significant other - who they’d probably break up with come graduation (not to mention the unavoidable post-breakup drama). Saga had a feeling that any friends he made would get sick of his cynicism pretty quick anyway. So, it was just better if Saga continued to keep his distance and judge quietly instead of wasting everyone’s time. 

And then Saga Masamune just had to meet Oda Ritsu. 

Saga supposed he had no one but himself to blame (though, he did try to blame Ritsu more often than not in an attempt to make himself feel better). If Saga had just rejected the underclassman from the start instead of making the decision to play this little game then Saga wouldn’t have had the chance to develop…feelings. 

Gross, Saga instinctively thought, his face feeling a little warm as he scribbled down notes in math class. Even silently acknowledging the fact that he was not a completely apathetic, disinterested, detached human being made him start to spiral down the path of embarrassment. 

So annoying and stupid, he scolded himself with a silent huff in a vain attempt to discourage anymore thoughts about his issue. He copied down an example problem the teacher gave before he started to wonder, does Ritsu still need help with math? He never told me how his last test went.

Not that he cared.

He definitely didn’t care about how Ritsu did in math class.

At all. 

And he definitely didn’t want to talk to someone about Ritsu.

He definitely didn’t have the cringey desire to brag about his partner, or to make any kind of future plans, or to partake in any kind of excitement about their relationship because how embarrassing would that be?

Saga could feel his face getting warm again, this time much worse. His mortification only became more intense as he heard his classmates talk between lessons. 

“-and her eyes are so pretty-”

Ritsu’s eyes are definitely prettier.

“He’s so shy sometimes, it’s honestly adorable!”

You don’t know shy until you’ve met Ritsu. Plus, he’s definitely cuter than your boyfriend. 

“-we’re going on a movie date-”

One of the best parts of hanging out with Ritsu is watching his reactions, I couldn’t do that in a dark theater. But if talking to him about movies is half as fun as talking to him about books then it might be worth it. 

“I’m totally panicking, I don’t know what to do for our one year anniversary!”

What am I gonna do for Ritsu and I’s one year?

Saga put his head on his desk at that final thought, the thunk produced maybe just a bit louder than he would’ve liked. Their one year?! That was thinking quite ahead and the idea of participating in that kind of celebration made Saga want to curl in on himself until he disappeared.

Since when is that something I want to do? He asked himself. The obvious answer: since he fell in love with Ritsu. Saga had already known love was annoying, hearing his peers go on about their significant others was proof enough of that, but being in love was apparently so much worse. 

Is this really the kind of person Saga became when he was in love? Soft and sentimental and excited and hopeful? The kind of person who tends to annoy him?

I want to talk about him too, Saga finally admitted to himself, feeling incredibly envious of the way his classmates could happily and openly talk about their partners. 

But Saga didn’t have any friends to annoy with a daily recap of Ritsu’s latest cute moment.

Saga didn’t have any family that he trusted enough to come out to, nor would any of his family even gift him the time to make the announcement he had a boyfriend. 

“Have you told your friends about me?” Saga asked one afternoon in the library. The question had been bothering him since his realization that he wanted to be one of those annoying people who always talk about their significant other. 

Ritsu laughed nervously - it was nervous laugh number two, the one that Saga hated because it was weighed down the tiniest bit with sorrow, sorrow that was easy to miss if you weren’t paying attention - and scratched the back of his head. 

“I don’t really have a lot of friends?” Ritsu said, praying that he didn’t sound like a complete loser.

Saga hoped for the sake of Ritsu’s classmates that his lack of friends was because of Ritsu’s shyness and not because of any cruelty Ritsu may be enduring from his peers. Ritsu would tell him if people were messing with him, right? Saga wasn’t sure what he would do if he found out Ritsu was being bullied, but his first few ideas would definitely result in expulsion. Before Saga could attempt to press for any further information on Ritsu’s classmates, Ritsu continued.

“I do have one really close friend and I told her that I-I l-like someone,” Saga noted with secret delight how Ritsu’s face started to flush at this roundabout confession, “b-but, I didn’t say your name specifically!” 

“You can if you want.” Saga said, trying to sound casual about it. If he uses my name, it means I can use his too. Saga might not currently have anybody to boast about Ritsu to, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying, so long as Ritsu was okay with-

“I-It’s probably better if I don’t?” Ritsu said, looking as though he was trying to hold back a wince. “I just-I don’t know how she would feel about me liking…a guy…” He mumbled, looking down at his lap by the end of his sentence. 

Saga was practiced at hiding his disappointment, so he wasn’t worried about the defeat he felt showing on his face.

“But-um-thank you for your permission.” Ritsu added, straightening his back a little in an attempt to give himself courage to look at Saga as spoke. 

Saga had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Why is he thanking me for something like that? He’s such a weirdo, but I guess it’s part of his charm. Ugh, even stupid things like that make me want to smile…

“I also didn’t use your name because I was worried that you would be embarrassed.” Ritsu admitted. Their relationship status wasn’t totally clear to Ritsu nor did Ritsu know how open Saga was willing to be about their status, so it seemed like keeping his name out of his conversations with An was the best idea. 

“I’m not embarrassed.”

I am embarrassed, Saga thought, but not in the way that you think. I can’t let you know that because it’ll reveal just how much I like you. 

“Do you wanna come back to my place?” Saga asked, I want to kiss you, I want to hold your hand, I want to be close to you, I want to make your ears turn red, I want to wake up to you drooling on my pillow like a moron before we make breakfast and try to keep Sorata from stealing our food, and I want to make you feel as stupidly in love as you’ve made me feel. 

That seemed only fair, after all.

If Saga Masamune was going to become a cringey hopeless romantic then he wasn’t going to go down alone.

Ritsu’s eyes went wide, as if he couldn’t believe that Saga was inviting him over to his place, as if Ritsu hadn’t already been invited over multiple times, but the expression was so cute that Saga hoped the novelty of ‘Senpai’s Place’ would never wear off. 

“S-Sure! I mean-if I wouldn’t be imposing!” Ritsu said.

Yet another thing Saga could brag about if he ever had the chance to:

His boyfriend was so polite.

[cloversdreams]

Fandom:  Bungo Stray Dogs

Relationships: Nikolai Gogol/Sigma Summary:

Finally, Sigma accepted that his perfect moment of solitude was no more and asked, “Um… do you need something?”

The strange clown motioned broadly with his right arm as he replied, “Just to know if this seat is taken.”

Sigma blinked at him. He looked around just to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind. Yeah, no, there definitely wasn’t anyone else around other than the two of them. Other than the one he currently occupied, every seat was free. There was literally no need for the guy to sit anywhere near him.

He looked back at the weirdo and muttered, “Technically it is free, but–”

“Great!” The stranger exclaimed right before he sat next to him. Then, without even a moment’s hesitation he chirped, “I’m Nikolai Gogol!”

"...Sigma."

I know I shouldn't do it, but I'm gonna do it Seems exactly where I shouldn't go, I'm running to it I've been trying out the high road, and I hate it I've got a lot of sins, but you're my favorite

@bsd-rarepairweek  day 1 - wish

[alphawolfice1989]

Becky and Liv championship matches

heel becky lynch defeated babyface liv morgan at Day 1

babyface becky lynch lost to heel liv morgan at king and queen of the Ring

[yaoyuren]

alien stage minis ⭐

[kintheartist]

You whose heart would sing of anarchy

[breakbleheavens]

You're on your own, kid Yeah, you can face this You're on your own, kid You always have been.

HAPPY 33RD BIRTHDAY TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT Born December 13, 1989 in Reading, Pennsylvania.

[rileyclaw]

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huntlow week day 1: palisman. eepy creatures

[f1version]

I LIKE YOU ★ CS55.

pairing: carlos sainz jr x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

summary: you and Carlos have a private but not secret relationship, here are some posts of how it would be.

note: this is my first post ever omg!! with lyrics from ‘me gustas tú’ that gives me major mr carlos sainz jr. vibes

yourusername

Marbella, Spain

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yourusername me gusta la playa, me gustas tú

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ynmoons wait can we all see slide two, middle down photo?

user5563 wHO IS THAT

anasainzvdec 🌅🌅🌅

yourusername sunsets here are so beautiful <3

ch4singst4rs they are friends???

55ferrar1 imagine if her and carlos became a couple, she would be THE wag with lily

carlossainz55’s insta story

yourusername

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yourusername me gusta la mañana, me gustas tú

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pitst0p5 STOP MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS

55ferrar1 god let that be carlos and tell me i'm not hallucinating

carlossainz55

Silverstone, United Kingdom

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carlossainz55 🏆 Did it with the ones I love by my side. This is for my team, my family, and the woman I have the pleasure to love and be loved by.

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yourusername

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yourusername ¿Que horas son, mi corazón?

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translations:

me gusta la playa, me gustas tú… i like the beach, i like you

me gusta viajar, me gustas tú… i like traveling, i like you me

gusta la mañana, me gustas tú… i like mornings, i like you

¿que horas son, mi corazón?… what time is it, my love?

[kining-the-evil]

Kinktober Day 1 Cockwarming with Sam Carpenter

Warnings: soft!Dom Sam, fem!reader, use of pet names like princess/good girl/pretty girl, cockwarming, strap on, vibrating strap on

Taglist: @flowercrowns-goodvibes @hurlonsororitygirls

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Sam knew how tired you’d been the past week. Between work and your final year of college, times to relax had been few and and far between. So when you finally had a day off, she wanted to make the most of it. Canceling her plans for the day, convincing Tara and Quinn to be out of the house the night before and for the day, dinner reservation at your favorite restaurant, and anything else you’d want to do. But her first plan for the day was to really help you relax.

You had stayed the night before, and as normal, Sam woke up before you. She had to slowly maneuver out of your arms and out of the bed to grab what she needed. Your favorite strap on dildo. When she came back to the bed, Sam took a moment to admire your sleeping form. The blanket was only half covering you, showing off the riding up tee shirt and underwear you’d wore to bed.

Carefully, she climbed back into the bed and pulled you to her chest. The sudden movement caused you to start to wake up, eyes squinting slightly as you gained conciseness.

“Morning, princess,” Sam greeted with a kiss to the back of your head. You rolled over, giving your girlfriend a small smile.

“ ‘mornin,” you mumbled before kissing her lightly. As the two of you kissed, Sam shifted her hips slightly to make the strap rub against you. You froze at the feeling, causing Sam to chuckle.

“Thought you could use some stress relief this morning.” She spoke against your lips, rubbing small circles on your hips. “How’s that sound?”

You nodded quickly, but a small pinch to your side had you mumbling a ‘yea please.’ Sam reached down to pull your underwear to the side, running a finger through your exposed heat to collect a bit of your liquids.

“So wet, and I haven’t even done anything yet,” she tisked, making you blush.

She slowly slid a finger in, thrusting it slowly before inserting a second one to scissor you open. You moaned at the feeling, rolling your hips to meet the thrusts and she allowed you too. When she thought you were stretched enough she pulled her fingers out, making you whine.

“Don’t. I know you want comes next.” Sam scolded, pulling her fingers up to examine how wet they are before putting them in her mouth to suck clean. “Taste so Sweet.”

You blushed at her words, but quickly forgot about it when she pushed the strap into you. “Ahh, Sam…” you moaned, trying to move your hip, but she caught them in a tight grip.

“No.”

“But You Said-“

“I said I was going to provide some stress relief, not fuck you,” she cut off your whine with her words. “Now stay still while we relax in bed.”

Her tone left no room for argument so you hid your face in the crook of her neck. The two of you laid there for a bit, cuddling as you tried to forget the large toy stretching you out.

After a bit, Sam shifted slightly. You whimpered at the movement inside you, but assumed that Sam was just stretching. However, she was actually grabbing a small remote.

This little remote was what made it the both of your guy’s toy. With a flick of the button, the toy began vibrating inside you, making you jump as much as you could from your position of laying on your side.

“Don’t move,” Sam warned as she went back to rubbing circles on your hips. Anytime you started to jerk or tried to fuck yourself she would tighten her grip so you would stay completely still.

“Sam…please,” you begged, hiding your face in her neck as your breath was labored. You were close, so close, but you didn’t know if you’d be allowed to cum.

“Please what, princess?”

“Need to cum,” you whispered as tears started to leak from your eyes. Your legs were shaking, and a thick coat of sweat covered your body.

“Go ahead princess, you’ve been so good for me.” Sam praised as you let yourself cum. Your muscles locked up as you moaned her name loudly, nails digging into her shoulders as you clung to her.

“There You go…” Sam mumbled, leaving the vibrations on as you road out the high before turning it off. You panted against her, your body going limp while Sam kept the strap buried deep in you. “Feel relaxed, princess?”

You nodded, giving her a tired smile. “Very.”

Sam placed little kisses along your face and neck, rubbing your soar muscles. “You know,” she started against your neck. “I bet I could make you more relaxed.”

You frowned slightly at her words before the toy came to life inside you again, making you yelp. Before you could even think about moving Sam’s arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you flush against her. “Just lay here and look pretty baby, and I’ll make you feel so good. And later, you can repay me by letting me ride that pretty face.”

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

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a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[noliaert]

Finally got around to finish this one! Here's my ode to iwtv season 1! <3 I made both a version of bailey's claudia as well as delainey's 👍👍

Close ups 👇

[cuubism]

this cursed eternal WIP is about to hit 30k words still incomplete so here, WIP Wednesday snippet, I guess?

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He’d just gotten on a clean pair of jeans and was reaching for a shirt when the door clicked open. Dream stepped in, so quiet he was less person and more shadow. Gone were his long coat, and his boots. His black skinny jeans and long sleeve shirt were functionally identical to what he’d been wearing before, but Hob had a feeling the actual blood-soaked ones from before had been destroyed—if they’d ever existed outside of dreams in the first place.

He stepped quietly, barefoot, over to Hob, and Hob looked up and down at this change in attire. “Planning to stay awhile, love?” he asked, a weak attempt at levity.

Dream stopped before him. His eyes were deep and very dark. “You are shaking.”

Hob chuckled self-consciously, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Yeah, turns out that sort-of-almost-dying is a bit of a shock to the system. It’ll pass, though.”

“It will pass,” Dream echoed, expression unreadable.

“Has before,” Hob said, tension prickling up his spine at the utter stillness of him now. And not the relaxed stillness that Hob had become accustomed to when they sat and drank together. No, this was the stillness of water about to overflow. Surface tension.

“Before,” Dream repeated, again.

Hob smiled weakly at him. “Promise.”

Dream’s night sky gaze flickered over his face. His shoulders were even narrower without his coat, and the lack of structured fabric made him look softer, human, normal. 

But Hob’s friend, his love, his stranger had never felt less normal. He moved in like the approach of nighttime, hovering clouds and darkness and rain, a blanket pulled over one’s head that might cocoon or suffocate. 

Hob would have accepted either.

Dream caught him by the jaw with fingers soft as lamplight, murmured, “Promise,” and kissed him.

It was a biting, hungry kiss, what Hob thought being eaten by the summer dusk might feel like. It was a darkness that pulled him down into southern seawater echoing with the warmth of the noontime sun; that pressed him into ticklish warm grass, a lover’s body over his as the sunset swept below the horizon; that took him by the hand and tugged him from the yellow light of the kitchen and out into hot August woods singing with insect voices and howling night creatures. All the comfort and thrill of nighttime in his mouth.

Dream’s voice thrummed through Hob’s chest and his own heart beat an answering note. He found Dream’s ribcage—so bony, still—and held him fast. Unbreakable bones and fragile heart under Hob’s hands. Dream’s mouth was hot against his and possessive but also tender, tenderer than Hob would have expected. There was blood still in Hob’s mouth, and Dream kissed him anyway.

Nothing about it felt surprising. In an echo, Hob found himself in a tavern in 1389, looking up at a beautiful, tragic, dangerous creature, something like premonition flashing through him. Dreams could be precognitive, and so when their lips met it did not feel new, but rather like the long-awaited fulfillment of an ancient prophecy. 

Then Dream slipped away, ducking to press his cheek to Hob’s and then pulling back entirely to look at him. His hands slid to encircle Hob’s neck, thumbs falling to the still-healing scar where the Corinthian had carved him open. He had a dab of Hob’s blood on his lower lip. Hob didn’t wipe it away.

“Dream,” he whispered, broken open.

“It is… unconscionable to me,” Dream started, voice low but still with that resonant quality, “that a creation of mine would harm you in this way. I am sorry, Hob.”

“Dream, come here,” Hob begged, and hauled him back in. 

He staggered under the force with which Dream came to him. It was like he’d been waiting for permission to collapse. Hob swept his arms up and around his back as Dream kissed and bit at the corner of his mouth, holding Hob close by his neck, his jaw, the back of his head, a flood of feeling that Hob knew had been in him, had caught balancing in his eyes, along his eyelashes, but never truly seen. The cup running over. 

Hob let it run, let it spill through his hands. His hands, which were held out to catch him, as soon as he was ready.

They kissed and kissed, blood and nighttime and the spark of violent life that always rushed through Hob’s body after he’d died and come back. It jumped like static from his lips to Dream’s, and a rush of color and feeling jolted from Dream’s hands into Hob’s body. Fear-joy-red-flowers-ice-smoke-laughter-crying— psychedelic swirls of everything imaginable. Were those all of the dreams? Were those in him all the time?

Dream released him when it became clear that Hob, at least, had to breathe. He took Hob’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing his knuckles, his palm, the pulse shuddering in his wrist, mouthing at the skin. Hob tucked his face into his hair and failed to catch his breath. 

Finally, Dream looked up at him, lips brushing Hob’s fingers. It could have been supplication, his dream king bowing before him, but that was not the look in Dream’s eyes—it was worshipful, but in the way a god worships a flower that’s bloomed from his hand. Hob couldn’t even manage to swallow.

He cradled Dream’s jaw in that same hand, running his thumb over his lower lip. “There is… so much in you,” he murmured, a heaviness in his throat. He wasn’t talking about all of the dreams. He was awestruck at the display of feeling, feeling that was whispered in the tilt of his lips and the gleam of his eyes but that may as well have been shouted for how Hob was able to hear it. “You don’t have to show me any louder, love, not if you don’t want to. I can see it. I see it.”

Dream’s hand wrapped around Hob’s wrist like he meant to hold him there. His tongue dabbed at Hob’s thumb as he spoke. “I would have you know—” God his voice was so deep now, echoing in Hob’s bedroom for all that the curtains and rugs and soft bedding should have swallowed it “—what you have become to me. I would have you know how you consume me.”

Hob had long been consumed by Dream in return so hearing this was revelatory, like breaking the surface of the water after drowning. Like collapsing in a seat across from his stranger in a 17th century tavern, and eating for the first time after starving. He’d thought he was okay, that he could be satisfied with his love being one-sided, loving Dream how he needed, so slowly, so carefully. How he was wrong.

He would have to be careful, very careful, to hold this passion gently.

Hob kissed his cheek, then his temple, the curve of his ear, the juncture of his neck and shoulder. There had been so much held between them, unspoken, for so long, that it was easy to slip into the nonverbal. To treasure him without having to speak it. 

“Dream…” he breathed, just that, Dream, and Dream came back to him, pressed his lips again to Hob’s. Kissed him like he needed it to live as Hob held his face between his hands, held him close, so close. He let Dream’s kiss calm the shivering after-effects of dying. Dream may have been full of all terrible nightmares and dramatic tales but Hob found peace in him too, the peace of easy sleep.

When Dream finally pulled away, his lips were tinted red from the strength of the kiss, his eyes shadowed under his lashes. God, he was so beautiful. Hob had thought so, from the first moment he saw him, only it had taken him some time to realize exactly how he thought it. Beautiful, like the moonlight, and like an artist, and like a work of art; beautiful like a wild fey thing he wanted to catch in his bed, wanted to lay out in all his long limbs and fine lines and worship.

“An appealing daydream,” murmured Dream, and Hob started.

“You can—?”

Dream’s brow quirked in amusement. “I can indeed view strong daydreams. Particularly when you are… open to me.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Hob said, heart ticking up a notch. What a concept that was, for another time.

Dream left the matter there for now. Instead he twined his fingers through Hob’s hair, catching on dried blood. “You are bloodied.”

“Yeah,” Hob agreed. His cursory scrub with the towel hadn’t done much. The taste of his own arterial blood was still in the back of his throat.

He meant to say more, let the whole thing slide with a joke, maybe—but Dream’s look on him was so serious and solemn that the words went still.

“Come,” Dream said, and led him out into the hall and towards the washroom.

[chaosinstigator]

anyone saying daniel is quitting needs to go outside and touch some grass fr

do you know nothing about him? did you pay any attention the last fucking what four years?? hell his whole career that man has showed he’s a fighter to the very fucking end he’s proved that time and time again ffs please give him that respect

[umseb]

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[on-this-day-mcr]

On this day, October 29

In 2022: My Chemical Romance performed their 60th show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour at When We Were Young festival in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. At this show, Gerard Way wore a red military inspired outfit, and the performance was shown in black and white on the festival screens. "KniVes FOR DAYS" was written on the drums. (🖤)

Watch the show here!

Meg Blair