#reece king gifs

[reecekingdom]

Reece King for JOOP! Fragrances (2023)

[westcanaan82]

The King has arrived 🤴🏾

[mt-nynj-queer]

Reece King for JOOP! Fragrances (2023)

@reecekingdom

[greatspacedustbin]

I just can't believe he's dead

[local-blog-for-local-people]

🧑‍🏫🐠🧑‍🌾🌽🌾👹👑

I'm sure you know immediately ...

Oh, how could I not recognise who this is about straight away!

My boi Alan Curtis

Send me an emoji (or a set of emojis) and I'll make a gifset of the character that reminds me the most of that emoji 

[john-waters]

THE KING OF COMEDY (1982) / SIMON SAYS (2021)

[baynton]

probe!reece for @catboyrightsdefender  

[gameofthunder66]

'Mr. Harrigan's Phone' (2022) film

-watched 10/30/2023- 3 [3/4] stars- on Netflix

[babygirlbenji]

I Still Love You - Mason Mount

A/N: This is a long-awaited part 2 to Last Train To London which you can read here! I worked really hard on it and I hope it lives up to expectations. Enjoy!

Warnings: mild angst, mild swearing, fluff

WC: 2.8k

When your train pulled into London King’s Cross, Ben was there, as promised, to pick you up with a McDonald’s meal. He took you under his wing, and let you stay at his place for the night.

‘Make yourself comfortable, sweets, and please know you can stay here as long as you need.’ You knew you had an offer from Sophia and Kai to crash at their place until you got back on your feet, but you didn’t want to intrude on their space. 

‘I might take you up on that offer, Ben, thank you.’ He showed you around his place, making sure you knew where everything was in case you couldn’t sleep, let you have free rein of the fridge, freezer and cupboards, and even let Oscar the dog stay in your room, which Oscar was more than happy to oblige. 

‘I think that’s everything. If you need me, text me, okay? I’m right here.’ You shuffled over to him and wrapped your arms around his torso to give him a hug you’d needed for weeks at that point. He rubbed your back affectionately. He was like a big brother to you, and you were more grateful than you could ever put into words for his support.

You had expected that night to have been sleepless and anxious, but you were simply too exhausted, both mentally and physically, that by the time you changed into your pyjamas, brushed your teeth and climbed into bed, your eyes were drooping already. Oscar jumped onto the bed and turned around a couple of times, making a nice little den in the blanket for him to snuggle up next to you in. You reached out to fiddle with his curly fur. The dog was like a weighted blanket, reassuring you that you were safe and you were okay. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

As the days, weeks and months rolled by, you could feel yourself slowly healing. Ben, Reece and the rest of the Chelsea boys, along with Kai and Jorgi over at Arsenal (they were still very much part of the inner circle), stood stoically beside you every step of the way. You had initially distanced yourself from Stamford Bridge for the first couple of months, the memories you had made there with Mason all too painful, but you gradually made your way back into the hallowed halls of the iconic stadium. You attended matches whenever you could, and started to wear CHILWELL 21 shirts to matches. 

This had not gone unnoticed by fans. They had quickly cottoned on to the fact that you had gone back to London and Mason was still in Manchester. The gossip websites were in full swing, linking you and Ben together and writing spiteful articles about how you were a gold-digger, how you hopped from one football player to another, how it was your fault that your relationship had ended… You never minded, though. You continued on your healing journey and went about your daily business. You had secured a well-paying job back in London as an events planner in Soho, and had managed to find a nice little studio flat not too far from your office. Ben had insisted he buy you a new car, as you had sold your car up in Manchester to help bring some money in to pay for the flat deposit. Your life was most definitely on the up, and it would take a gigantic storm to blow you off course.

That gigantic storm came about a year after you moved back to London. You had your routine, you were solid in your job and you met up with Ben and the boys regularly. 

One such outing in Knightsbridge, Ben pulled you aside to have a chat.

‘What’s up, Benji?’ The nickname you had for him was one only you could use. He hated being called Benji by everyone, but you were basically his little sister. In his eyes, you could get away with murder.

‘Well, um…’ His face told you he had information he would rather not give you, but felt it was his moral obligation to do so anyway.

‘Come on, Ben, out with it!’

‘Declan’s invited me and Mason to his birthday party, and he’s invited you, too.’ His words sent a chill down your spine. You hadn’t spoken to or about Mason in months, although that hadn’t stopped you from thinking about him every day. Thinking about what could have been, thinking about the ‘what ifs’, thinking about what you could have done to make him stay in love with you. You were brought back to earth by Ben putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. ‘You don’t have to decide just yet, but the offer is there if you did want to go. It would be great to have you there.’ He gave you a quick hug, before he went back to join the rest of the group to have drinks, leaving you with your thoughts and a large decision to make. While you would love to celebrate Declan with your friends, you hadn’t seen or heard from Mason in a year. The awkwardness was what worried you the most, along with the possibility of all the emotions coming back if you did end up running into him. Because deep down, in your heart, you knew that you still loved him. He was the absolute love of your life, and you couldn’t help but feel that he was your one that got away. You realised then just how much you missed him. 

The night had swiftly come to an end for you, so you messaged Ben to let him know that you were on your way home and that you’d see him soon. 

Benjamin: No worries J  text me when you get home, and let me know if you’re coming to Dec’s birthday bash. We’d love to have you but I know you’ll have to decide. LOVE YA X

It was safe to say you didn’t get much sleep that night. You were awake for hours, tossing and turning, thinking about what Ben had said. It would be great to go and show up for Declan. He’d been there for you through everything, even with Lauren giving birth to little Jude. They had both made space for you in their busy lives with a new-born, and you couldn’t have been more grateful. Before you could stop yourself, you sent a message to Ben:

To: Benjamin: Been thinking about it all night. Sorry for the late message, I figured I needed to say it before I think about it more lol. I’ll be at Dec’s party x

You rolled over onto your side. There was no turning back now. 

The day of the party arrived. Your room was a mess, dresses and shoes strewn across the floor. You wanted to find the perfect outfit for a party, which would show that you cared to make an effort but not too much effort, on the off chance you would see Mason. 

Your eyes fell upon a navy blue bodycon dress that you had worn a couple of times before. It came down to your mid-thigh and had a neckline that did your bust some considerable favours. Finally feeling more positive about what you were wearing, having started to feel like you were going to have a breakdown about not being able to find anything appropriate to wear, you shoved on a pair of simple black heels and touched up your makeup. There was a knock at your door. Checking your phone, the time was 7:30; Ben was picking you up and he had arrived bang on time. 

‘Coming!’ Your voice carried into the hall as you opened the door to find Ben, who was wearing a smart navy-blue button down with black slacks. Your mind briefly registered the fact that the colour of his shirt was basically a direct match to your dress.

‘Hey, you,’ he smiled, leaning in to give you a hug. Your senses were temporarily hazy by his cologne, which you painfully recalled as one that Mason had recommended to him as you had liked it on Mason. On Ben, though, it didn’t have the same knee-weakening effect as it had done for you when Mason wore it. ‘You good?’ He had obviously taken your quietness as nervousness.

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m good. You?’ He nodded. You could tell he was searching your face for any signs of discomfort, of not wanting to go, of being terrified of seeing Mason. 

‘All good. Mostly just worried about you.’ You shrugged.

‘I’ll be fine. Got my wingman, I’ll be okay.’ You shared a laugh as you walked downstairs to where he had a car waiting. He held the door open for you, letting you slide in with him following you. 

You and Ben spent the journey talking about your days and what you’d got up to, how your job was going, what antics he and the boys got up to at training and other small talk. He didn’t want to say anything, as he could tell you were nervous enough as it was, but he knew you well enough to know that you missed Mason almost as much as Mason missed you. You were quiet, reserved, not your usual bubbly self. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you hadn’t been your usual bubbly self since the breakup. Ben knew you loved Mason, but he never thought the breakup would impact you as much as it did. 

 Before long, the car pulled up at Declan’s house. The nerves in the pit of your stomach started doing backflips as you went up to the front door. Loud bass was audible through the walls, and you could tell there was a large crowd already, even though it was early by most people’s standards. You just wanted to stay for a couple of hours at the most before quietly leaving, all ideally without seeing Mason. 

That plan quickly went out the window when Declan opened the door, arm in arm with Mason. 

‘Hey guys! Oh…’ Declan’s wide grin disappeared the minute he saw it was you and Ben, clearly thinking you were someone else. The awkwardness was palpable. ‘Hey Y/N, Ben, glad you guys could make it!’ Dec brought you in for a hug, whispering an ‘I’m so sorry’ in your ear as he did so. 

‘Don’t worry,’ you replied in an equally quiet voice, hoping he could hear you over the music. The squeeze he gave you told you he had heard you. 

You avoided Mason’s eyes completely as Ben and Declan caught up, Ben asking about life at Arsenal and how Declan was finding his new club. 

‘I’m gonna get a drink, did you want anything?’ You asked Ben at a break in the conversation. Mason’s eyes raked over you as you got close to Ben, one of your hands absent-mindedly on his arm. Jealousy raged in his stomach. 

‘Just a beer, please, gorgeous,’ Ben replied. His usual pet-name for you was innocuous for the both of you, but took on a whole new meaning in Mason’s head. Why was he calling you gorgeous? Why were you touching him? Were the tabloids correct? Had you gone for his former teammate in the wake of the breakup? Mason’s head was reeling. 

You handed Ben his drink and wandered off to mingle with some of the Arsenal WAGS, introducing yourself to Martin Ødegaard’s new girlfriend and giving Milly, Ben White’s new wife, a big hug to congratulate her, as you hadn’t been able to attend the wedding. 

Neither Declan or Ben missed the fact that Mason’s eyes rarely left your form for more than a few seconds as he watched you chat and catch up with some old friends. 

‘How are you, Mase, United treating you well?’ Ben asked conversationally. 

‘Yeah, ‘s alright.’ Eyebrows were raised at Mason’s curt tone. Ben and Declan exchanged confused glances, before leaving Mason to his thoughts and continuing into the party to see some of the other guys who had made an appearance. Mason was left with his thoughts as he stood and pondered his next move. 

As he was doing so, he saw you excuse yourself from the small throng of people to head to the kitchen to scope out the buffet. He seized his opportunity and followed you into the kitchen.

What he couldn’t have known was that instead of grabbing something to eat, you were having to physically stop yourself from having a full-blown panic attack. Gripping the counter with your hands and keeping your head bowed, you focused on keeping your breathing deep. 

You had no idea how many minutes had passed, but an all-to-familiar voice brought you back to earth with an almighty bump.

‘Y/N? You okay?’ You turned, and before you knew it, you were face-to-face with the person you never thought you’d see again. ‘Y/N?’ he asked again.

‘Y-yeah, I’m okay.’ You had suffered with anxiety and panic attacks throughout your relationship, and Mason had always known how to help you. 

‘You sure?’ A deep, shaky breath rattled through your body. You both knew the after-effects of the panic attack were the worst part of it all. You would feel exhausted, ashamed, guilty… But he had always been there to help you through it all. He would offer you cuddles, a listening ear, a movie, whatever you needed. 

Things were so different now, though. There was a rift the size of the Atlantic Ocean between you, and you didn’t know how to get across it. 

‘Let’s get you somewhere quiet, come on.’ He hesitated, before holding out his hand for you to hold. ‘You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.’ But you realised you wanted to. You needed him, you needed his touch, his hold. You reached out and grabbed his hand, immediately feeling like you had been connected with the earth again. 

He led you upstairs to one of the far guest rooms, opened the door and followed you in. You took a seat on the bed, fiddling with your hands in your lap. He sat on the floor in front of you, eyeing you carefully. 

‘You sure you’re okay?’ You sighed. A big, deep sigh. Now that you had him in front of you, the questions you’d held in for a year were threatening to spill over. 

‘Can I ask you something?’ The look on his face suggested that he knew what you were going to ask, but he nodded, all the same. ‘Why did you stop putting effort into our relationship? You always said that I was the love of your life, that I was it for you… what happened? What happened to us?’ He sighed, similar to how you had sighed earlier.

‘Honestly, Y/N, I don’t have a good reason. I wish I did, believe me, but I don’t. The media scrutiny, the fans giving me shit on social media, the move, everything to do with it, it all just got to me. I pushed you away without even realising and for that, I will never be able to apologise enough.’ You pondered his answer, and then debated asking a question you had longed to know the answer to since the day you left but were too scared to know the answer to. 

Before you could ask it, though, Mason spoke up. ‘Are you seeing Ben?’ The gravity of his question made you pause. 

‘What?’ 

‘Are you and Ben, you know, a thing?’ You shook your head.

‘No. He’s like a brother to me, Mase, you know that. All the boys are. When I met you, you gave me a whole new family I could only have dreamed of.’ Your eyes met again. His eyes hadn’t changed a bit. They were still the deep chocolate brown you’d found home in for all those years. 

You climbed down from the bed and sat with your back to the bed. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to figure out how to ask the question you were starting to crave the answer to. You felt like the answer to it was yes, but you needed to be sure. Finally, you decided to just go for it.

‘Do you… do you still love me?’ The look on his face said it all. He was looking at you like he had never seen you before, as if you were the only woman in the entire world. And to him, you were. You were everything to him and he would be forever kicking himself for ever making you feel like you weren't. He scooted forward to crouch in front of you before gently holding your face with both hands. 

‘Y/N Y/LN, of course I still love you. And if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my days loving and cherishing you the way you deserve. The way I should have shown you from day one.’ Your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked at the man who had your heart. 

‘Of course, I’ll have you.’ You sat up and collapsed into his arms, finally feeling that you were home once again.

[godeatershq]

Poderiam sugerir fcs masculinos e femininos por favor?

Aqui você encontra várias sugestões que ainda não foram utilizadas, mas alguns outros que eu gostaria de ver são:

F: Hannah Dodd, Alexa Demie, Grace Van Dien, Taylor Russell, Havana Rose Liu, Alisha Boe, Zendaya, Sadie Soverall, Ashley Moore, Niamh Mccormack, Ayo Edebiri, Camila Morrone, Ava Capri, Kim Lip, Suzanna Son, Francesca Reale, Sab Zada, Maris Racal, India Love, Emilia Mernes, Ava Capri, Gracie Abrams, Faouzia Ouihya, Claudia Sulewski, Anna Cathcart, Isabela Merced, Jenna Ortega, Jessie Mae Alonzo, Ruby Stokes, Phoebe Dynevor, Fukutomi Tsuki, Sophie Thatcher, Tashi Rodriguez, Olivia Rodrigo, Maggie Lindemann, Jessica Alexander, Megan Suri, Maitreyi Ramakrishnan, Ayesha Madon, Asher Yasbincek, Hunter Schafer, Ella Purnell, Courtney Eaton, Milly Alcock, Emily Carey, Phia Saban, Savannah Steyn, Quintessa Swindell, Maia Roberts, Brittany O'grady, Ryan Destiny, Ashley Puzemis, Sofia Black D'elia, Ama Qamata, Haley Lu Richardson, Stefanie Scott, Madelyn Cline, Kristine Froseth, Rachel Hilson, Marlo Kelly, Emily Alyn Lind, Madison Iseman, Auli'i Cravalho, Freya Allan, Mackenzie Foy, Sharon Alexie, Benedetta Gargari, Camila Mendes, Cierra Ramirez, Danielle Rose Russell, Danna Paola, Giorgia Whigham, Lovie Simone.

M: Park Serim,  Jan Buxaderas, Alex Fitzalan, Gabriel Guevara, Jacob Elordi, Henry Eikenberry, Avan Jogia, Damson Idris, Joshua Stradowski, Maxence Danet-Fauvel, Jeff Satur, Taylor Zakhar Perez, Jordan Fisher, David Castro, Nicholas Cirillo, Keith Powers, Jeremy Allen White, Drew Starkey, Charles Melton, Joshua Heuston, Thomas Weatherall, Darren Barnet, Noah Centineo, Brenton Thwaites, Zethphan Smith-Gneist, Michael Cimino, Evan Mock, Felix Mallard, Dylan Minnette, Froy Gutierrez, Barret Carnahan, Gavin Leatherwood, Ross Lynch, Ruairi O'connor, Harry Collett, Tom Glynn-Carney, Jabari Banks, Luka Sabbat, Algee Smith, Rome Flynn, Will Poulter, Charlie Gillespie, Chase Stokes, Léo Daudin, Jonathan Daviss, Caelan Moriarty, Willem De Schryver, Alex Aiono, Aramis Knight, Archie Renaux, Deaken Bluman, Jorge Lopez, Mason Gooding, Reece King, Rudy Pankow, Drake Rodger.

[reecekingdom]

Reece King for JOOP! Fragrances (2024)

[westcanaan82]

Happy WednesBLAISE

How’s about a little hitch in our Wednesday giddy up 🤠

[holycompendium]

Ascendants OC Masterlist ⛊ Pt. 1

⚔︎ quick context : ascendants is my upcoming descendants fic series centered around merlin academy. you can catch the first chapter of the first installment right here!

ADAM ST. ROSE

Fate : Become cursed to live as a beast & marry Belle. Face Claim : Maxwell Jenkins

ANA CRESTA

Legacy : Daughter of a Neverlandian mermaid. Face Claim : Daniela Avanzini

ARTHUR "ART" PENDRAGON II

Legacy : Son of King Arthur of Camelot. Face Claim : Joshua Bassett

ASTERIA CHARIS

Legacy : Adopted daughter of Erato, muse of lyrical poetry. Face Claim : Bailey Bass

AZRIEL INDIRA

Legacy : Son of the Blue Fairy. Face Claim : Omar Rudberg

BELLE BAPTISTE

Fate : Marry the beast king Adam & establish the United States of Auradon. Face Claim : Zoe Colletti

CASPIAN DELMAR

Legacy : Son of Arista, nephew to Ariel & Eric. Face Claim : Reece King

LYNN ORELLA

Fate : Become the all-powerful enchantress who curses Prince Adam. Face Claim : Choi Yunjin

CLAUDE FROLLO

Fate : Become the villainous archdeacon of Notre-Dame. Face Claim : Case Walker

CRUELLA DE VIL

Fate : Descend into madness and become a tyrannical heiress. Face Claim : Riele Downs

ELI LA BOUFF

Fate : Inherit his family's business and become a wealthy sugar baron. Face Claim : Maxwell Acee Donovan

EUGENE "FITZ" FITZHERBERT

Fate : Abandon his royal heritage and become the thief Flynn Rider. Face Claim : Aryan Simhadri

FINCH

Legacy : Illegitimate son of Robin Hood. Face Claim : Brandon Severs

GASTON LEGUME

Fate : Become an arrogant and selfish game hunter. Face Claim : Belmont Cameli

GRIMHILDE

Fate : Become the Evil Queen & stepmother to Snow White. Face Claim : Ariana Greenblatt

JAFAR

Fate : Become the scheming royal vizier of Agrabah. Face Claim : Jahed

KIRSTI LINDT

Legacy : Daughter of Anna & Kristoff, niece to Elsa. Face Claim : Shay Rudolph

LEAH ROSE

Fate : Marry King Stefan and give birth to Aurora. Face Claim : Dior GoodJohn

LOUIS FACILIER

Fate : Sell his own soul in exchange for the power of a Hodou bokor. Face Claim : Niles Fitch

MIMINA "MIMI" MIM

Legacy : Granddaughter of Mad Madam Mim. Face Claim : Avantika Vandanapu

MAI TREMAINE

Fate : Become the head of the house of Tremaine & become Cinderella's stepmother. Face Claim : Kang Haerin

MULAN FA

Fate : Defeat the Hun army and save the Imperial Kingdom. Face Claim : Zhou Xinyu

ODILE "ODIE" ARNAUD-CHRISTOPHE

Fate : Become an eccentric & benevolent Houdou priestess. Face Claim : Whitney Peak

SAM "SMEE" SMIEGEL

Fate : Serve as Captain Smith's boatswain and first loyal mate. Face Claim : Owen Joyner

STEFAN MOREAU

Fate : Marry Queen Leah & father Aurora. Face Claim : Kahlil Beth

URSULA

Fate : Become a fearsome sea witch. Face Claim : Chandler Kinney

ZEVON

Legacy : Son of Yzma. Face Claim : Charlie Bushnell

[fcsources]

Hi! Would you please help me find faceclaims for a "stereotypical" punk character? He's male and between the ages of 23-29. Any ethnicity. I was originally thinking of Matthew Lillard in Senseless but I'd like more options.

Thanks in advance! :)

𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚! ngl, i've very seriously considered rping again just to use 90s resources of matthew lillard 😭 but!! that being said, tbh i'm very grateful to you for sending this ask, as the following list has already proven very useful as a personal tool of reference lol. indebted to you, petal!! ♡

Aaron Bernards ( 199?, model, half unspecified Asian )

Andy Biersack ( 1990, musician with acting roles, white )

Damiano David ( 1999, musician, white )

Diego Barrueco ( 1991, model, white )

Erin Mommsen ( 1996, model, one quarter Dominican )

Huang Zitao ( 1993, musician, Chinese )

Jake Richardson ( 1985 (18 y/o in Hangman's Curse), actor, white )

Jakub Gierszal ( 1988 (23 y/o in Suicide Room), actor, white )

Jamie Campbell Bower ( 1988 (24 y/o in TMI), actor, white )

Keita Machida ( 1990, actor, Japanese, blonde in Alice in Borderland )

Marcus Sivyer ( 1997, model, Black )

Nijiro Murakami ( 1997, actor, Japanese, blonde in Alice in Borderland )

Noma Han ( 1990, model, Korean )

Oliver Stark ( 1991 (24 y/o in Mindgamers), actor, white )

Reece King ( 1994, model, half Black )

Ryan Potter ( 1995, actor, half Japanese/Jewish )

Shaun Ross ( 1991, model with acting roles, Black )

Simon Kotyk ( 1990, model, white )

Toby Hemingway ( 1983 (many 2000s/2010s roles), actor, white )

[local-blog-for-local-people]

[starrrling]

TASK 001 : THE NEWS.

It is with a heavy heart that I write to inform you of our dear Richard's passing.

→ Reece Starling receives her invitation to Richard's funeral.

tw: domestic abuse mention

When the letter arrived, Reece was alone in her apartment—which is to say the apartment that she shared with Jack, who was or had been her boyfriend, at least until half an hour ago, when he hurled the tv remote at her face and left—and she’s holding a wet washcloth up to her bloody nose and thinking nothing other than I should probably leave. 

And as for where she’d actually go, well—she supposed she’d burn that bridge when she got to it. It was New York, so family—meaning those that are entitled to breathe down one’s neck—was everywhere, but how many places could Reece really go to crash without feeling guilty, or judged, or—at best—a little bit too fucking embarassed for the whole thing to seem so funny, right now? There was Alison, with those eyes that Reece could already imagine wordlessly announcing that Alison told Reece so; there was Dante, who could probably crush Jack’s skull with his pinky finger; there was Richard, who Reese swore to never appear to again in this state, as this girl. 

Fuck. She sniffled against the coppery tang of her own blood; her lower lip trembled. King of the Hill was still playing at a low volume from the television. Her bruised eye throbbed, and she wondered fleetingly if she would at least look sort of tough and hot to a stranger. 

And then the courier came with the letter from Mrs. Tristan, addressed in elegant, even cursive to one Reece Starling. Reece had wiped her hands off on her shirt before accepting the envelope, but the pads of her thumbs still left rust-colored stains behind on the paper, precise whirlpools of dark red. Apparently, Reece’s change of address had made it up to the Woodrow House—Alison, she guessed vaguely. See how long that address lasted. 

Reece’s own grim, self-involved thoughts about her impermanent address and how she got herself here kept her too distracted to wonder what the letter was actually for, so the opening line—it is with a heavy heart that I write to you today—hit her like a gut punch; she read those words and the world opened up around her in to something so much wider and worse, beyond all of her own bullshit, back to the bedrock, back to real loss. 

—our dear Richard has passed away. 

And who knew that Dick could die, right? Who knew? Not Reece; she didn’t even know how old he was. The words smudged to a blur beyond her bruised eye and she felt a stream of something hot and wet striping down her face; she wondered if she was crying, crying through her half-closed eye, until she remembered that her nose was bleeding, because Jack had made her nose bleed. 

At a loss, Reece started laughing alone in the quiet while the King of the Hill credits rolled, because, really, what the fuck else could she do? 

At least I know I’ll have a place to stay for the weekend. That thought echoes over Reece's quieter, more persistent internal refrain: I could really use a drink.