#mr stud

[wayfaringellie]

guy firmly protests against night city airspace powering down his mr. stud implant

[memes-from-the-past]

[cyberpunkpics]

[giantsorcowboys]

Guy Friday 💪🏻🧔🏻‍♂️💪🏻

From Rugby To The NFL...🏉🏈

Cannot Wait To See Louis Rees-Zammit In A Skintight NFL Uniform.🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬��󠁿🇺🇸🍑🙌🔥😍🔥😍🔥😍

Woof, Baby!🌶🌶🌶🌶

[ladyelainehilfur]

Since we all seem to be in agreement that the general webtoon fandom (outside of reddit, private servers, and the app) is suspiciously quiet ➡️ send me an ask!! I love love love talking about the series I'm reading and I'm more than happy to geek out with anyone who's willing to share their excitement 🥺

And send asks to each other! Become mutuals, post your opinionated rants, your webtoon rankings, character vs character, the works. Being a webtoon fan doesn't have to be a loner type of deal!

Edit: this isn't time sensitive, btw! I'm more than happy to respond to any webtoon asks, no matter when I get them^^

[gaylikethat]

[victorianandthespian]

He’s my Tumblr sexyman idc

[fauvester]

bridgerton s2 was SUCH a clayhoun slay. thots in tags

[itwoodbeprefect]

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i am knocking at your door asking if you can spare me a minute of your time because i have an ot3 to sell you. and then i show you this video of tiny little 1948 home construction comedy mr. blandings builds his dream house and you, of course, are instantly convinced, and pay me back in 10k of fluffy domestic ot3 fic, and i say thank you, and cary grant and myrna loy and melvyn douglas get to live together forever and ever in their insanely cheap supposedly expensive 1948 dream house with their two kids and the parrot and the closet they keep getting locked into totally by accident for no reason, and all is right with the world.

[xamaxenta]

Had an absolutely insane dream where Ace showed up walked past did absolutely nothing but its what he was wearing

[this-is-not-a-slow-burn]

Mr. Stud fantasy collection comes in purple and blue spiky thing, caterpillar, and punk pyramid studs.

I can't remember where this ad was, but its the only time I've seen it and I have about 600 hours in this game.

[pinkyjulien]

🟨 EXOTICS - PlayBeing

The "erotic exotic" is always a ewelcome and popular guest. [...] The package includes a "Mr. Studd/Midnight ladyTM" implant, Tactile Boost {hardwired into the sexual implant), Chipware socket with the Maximum lover chip and a Behavior chip.

▶ From the Chromebook vol.2

[mensuited]

[kinokoshoujoart]

sorry ladies this hunk has some difficulty with eye contact

[magicbaaaaaby]

And a Happy Birthday to this iconic swordsman, the legendary Mr. Marcus. My first and forever straight adult film crush

[awlimagines]

A Polaroid Pickup - Rock

You enjoyed the fresh air as a kid. Your father’s farm was full of it if you could look past the natural stench of livestock. Things you didn’t fully understand occurred when you were small, and your mom whisked you away to the city. Now, you were far more used to the harsh yells, massive crowds, and vendors trying to make a sale. You stifled a yawn as you passed your ID card over the sensor to allow you entry to the office building. 

It stretched into the sky, reaching for the heavens while swallowing hundreds in neat, bright offices. Those who sat at the top of their companies’ pyramids enjoyed sweeping city views and sunlight. The lowly peons like you got erected cubicles in the building’s belly. The company you worked for was nice enough to allow you to pin pictures into the fabric walls. You had only a few of your mother, an old pet, and an even older boyfriend. You needed to throw away that picture. You didn’t even know the boy pictured alongside you anymore. 

You throw your bag under your desk to sink into your seat and swivel to face a black screen and phone. That was when the deck of cards caught your eye. Those weren’t yours. As your manager swept past, you scrambled, sliding the cards haphazardly from your desk to hide them. This was your first job. You wouldn’t risk losing it or having a mark against you for some cards. The cards left all thoughts as the phone began to ring. 

It wasn’t until lunch that you remembered the cards. You reached into your bag to pay for the bland cafeteria lunch when your hand brushed the stiff cards instead. Fumbling past them for money, you juggled the tray to pay and hurried to a seat at the packed tables.  You squeezed into an empty chair and rapidly shoveled your food down. As people around you left, you pulled the cards from your bag. They looked pretty new. The bent corners were probably from being shoved out of sight rather than from any use. You flipped through the cards, enjoying the stylized kings and queens. 

A small Polaroid picture of you replaced the Queen of Hearts. Your blood ran cold at the sight. You were wearing the same clothes you had on now, and you sat in the same cafeteria. Bile rose in your throat as you fought back panic when a man slid into the seat across from you. His dark brown roots bled through his blonde. His blonde hair, tinged with orange, screamed the young man wasn’t experienced with dyes. 

“You're a queen. Let my face be your throne,” he remarked, winking a finger-gun at you. You held up the cards and picture, asking the young man if this was from him. He eagerly confirmed it was his idea and asked if you were impressed. You almost felt bad for how quickly the HR department removed him after you reported the harassment. The young man couldn’t have been over twenty and probably just made a horrible decision. 

Years later, the company suffered and downsized. You were cut from the job and traveled to Forget-Me-Not Valley. The farm was about all you had left, and you had to make it work. Takakura introduced you to the inn owners who had mentioned their son Rock when a clattering noise on the balcony above caught your attention. You glanced up in time to see the doors snapping shut. 

“If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple,” Rock smirked, shooting you a wink and finger gun as you gathered the fall apples. 

“Did you ever work in the city?” 

A look of horror swept across Rock’s face as he mumbled about how he didn’t think you had recognized him. Any hint of suave he had disappeared as Rock struggled to explain his past behavior. 

“I didn’t. Not until the terrible pick-up line,” you chuckled. “It’s water under the bridge, but I have to know. How did you get a picture of what I wore that day and in the cafeteria?” 

“Pfft, that’s easy. You wear the same clothes like clockwork even now,” Rock brushed off, gesturing to your clothes. The blonde ran from your farm laughing as you threw apples after him, your face red.