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The only thing I’m celebrating today is this ass
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My six-year-olds had to learn “run, hide, fight” their first week of kindergarten.
If you’re okay with that, fuck you.
Step up or get the fuck out of our way.
Man. I had every intention of writing today but now I’m sitting on the couch watching my almost two year old sleep, completely dreading the day he will have to go to school.
School should be a safe space for children. Parents shouldn’t have to send their kids to fucking elementary school with bullet proof backpacks and worry if they’re going to make it home.
The US has made it abundantly clear they’re more interested in protecting gun rights than protecting the lives of innocent children.
This country will force you to have a child and then do nothing to make sure they make it through kindergarten without being shot.
They will ban books, TikTok, reproductive rights, fucking drag shows under the guise of “protecting the children” when in reality, over 1300 children under the age of 18 have been killed/injured by guns in 2023 and all they do is send thoughts and prayers. ITS FUCKING MARCH.
“The United States has demonstrated a functional comfort with the murder of children, and i have no clue what to do with that.”
Please consider donating or joining groups that are fighting to end gun violence:
Gays Against Guns
gaysagainstguns.net
Community Justice Action Fund
cjactionfund.org
Brady
BradyUnited.org
Everytown for Gun Safety
everytown.org
March For Our Lives
marchforourlives.com
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I love you ;////; HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BUCKY ! [twitter] [instagram] do not repost! 
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March 10th, 1917
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changing elves from being assholes with a superiority complex and recharacterising them as just sort of weird guys that have an entirely different set of social behaviours to harken back to the days when people thought autistic people were a kind of fae for having odd behaviours. the entire reason why they dont particularly enjoy gatherings of men or dwarves or whatever is because they tend to be loud and the average elven social gathering is just a bunch of them sitting in a room in silence ignoring each other
like theyre still kind of mean but its more of them being blunt and lacking empathy rather than being condescending or purposefully malicious
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Maybe 12th time’s the charm, Kev?
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Week 40
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okay piggybacking off of the anon that mentioned wrestlers taking ballet, i also remember hearing that football players take ballet as well which brings me to my next point, stay w me y'all fr-
professional ballerina!reader that works at a studio across from a college, the coaches for the college football team make a few of their players go for one session w reader, so they can at least try it out (i’m thinking maybe ari, steve, and maybe curtis or andy)
originally, they were all annoyed with their coach and angry that they were spending their saturday afternoon in a tiny ballet studio. but then you walk in and suddenly…ballet doesn't sound too bad. and with the passing time, it becomes more and more clear how ridiculously oblivious you are.
getting u to demonstrate vulnerable positions, constantly saying little comments that make you a flustered mess, and somehow even managing to get their hands on you when it should be the other way around since you are the instructor
you’re the sweetest, prettiest, dumbest little thing they’ve ever come across and boy do they plan to have fun with you🫶
AHHH LET ME KITH YOUR SEXY BRAIN 😚🫶 This is so delicious. A full meal and leftovers for tomorrow. I’m never going hungry again:
they’re all hotheaded and grumpy, making up excuses to skip this ‘mandatory program’ bc why tf would they want to do ballet? They’re football players, big beefy rugged and rough, they could crush a fucking watermelon with their thighs and the coaches want them to dance in tights? (Their thoughts exactly).
Oh but then they see you: glowing so pretty and sweet, struggling to carry in a big container, they all jump at the chance to help you !! Nearly knocking into each other to make a good first impression. And what’s in the container? Loads of snacks and water for your new students, of course !! They’re big guys so you wanted them to stay hydrated and full of energy. You even asked their coaches about allergies or favourite treats 🫶
You’re so oblivious to their lewd stares and the growing bulges in their pants as you bend over, demonstrating some easy stretches to get warmed up.
“You’re really flexible, sweetheart.”
You glance up in the mirror, growing hot under his gaze but not realizing how close the football stars were now. “I have to be! It’s my job.”
“Do you do… private lessons?” One of them asks, his blond hair a stark contrast amongst the brunets. “I have a hard time learning new things.”
Scoffs sound throughout the room (all unnoticed by you), Steve was a genius, he could be an honours student if he didn’t want to only focus on football (and thus, his football scholarship).
“Uhm, not usually… but I definitely have some time available to start! Is it only you who needs extra help?” Several other hands raise. “Oh my… do all of you need more help too?”
(I would love to add you to my anon list 🥺🥺 feel free to choose words/emojis/both that aren’t on this list)
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How would one meet sugar daddy Andy?
Hmm. Maybe like this, nonnie?
Keep the Change
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: Your new favorite customer may have a job for you. Word Count: Almost 1.1k Warnings: Slight angst, swearing, reader is broke (is that a warning?), Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Partially inspired by the recent Chris Evans photos, this could become a thing! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are welcome!
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The bell above the diner door rang as your recent customer left, the sound playing on a loop in your head as you stared at the counter. The jerk left you a single quarter for a tip. All that after you waited on him hand and foot and treated him kindly as he demanded refills and a new burger. After he ate almost the entire thing. 
You weren't going to cry at work. 
You refused.
But tears welled up as you pocketed the measly coin, unable to stop them. Tips had been lousy all day and your shift was almost over. Between that and getting another job rejection when you checked your phone on your break, you wanted to curl up in bed and have a good cry. 
"Could I get a refill, please?"
You blinked rapidly when you heard the deep voice from your new favorite customer, Andy, at the other end of the counter. You mentally chastised yourself for staring off and grabbed the coffee pot as he held up his mug. You hadn't spoken to him much, but he introduced himself when he stopped in a few weeks before. 
He was the brightest spot in your mundane day.
The man also tipped you generously each time.
"Sorry about that," you smiled, topping him off. 
You didn't look at his face until after you finished pouring out of fear of spilling the hot liquid.
Andy was not only polite, but devastatingly handsome. You only saw him smile, which was a perfect smile, when you looked his way. His dark hair and beard were neatly trimmed and today he wore a gray blue sweater that matched his eyes. Last week, it was a sharp, expensive suit. You had a feeling he had a well-defined body under his clothes. 
Not that you thought about it. 
Or the fact that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. 
He couldn't be single though, could he?
"It's okay, honey. Rough night?"
A few of the regulars called you all sorts of names, but you liked hearing them from him. "That obvious?"
"After dealing with that asshole, anyone would be in a bad mood," he said, blowing gently on his coffee before taking a sip. Your eyes unconsciously followed as he licked his lips. "Pardon my language."
"I don't mind," you smiled, grabbing a towel to wipe down the counter. He didn't need to catch you staring.
"Want me to take care of him?"
You saw him stare at you out of the corner of your eye. Hearing that almost made you tear up again. If you had your way, you would've dumped a drink on the jerk's head, flipped him off, and thrown your apron in the air as you walked out the door. If only it were that easy. 
For a second there, you really thought he wanted to hurt the guy. 
"No, it's okay," you said, watching his shoulders slump. Was he relaxing or disappointed? "He's a jerk, but customers like you make for it."
"I appreciate that, but you shouldn't have to put up with people like him," he said.
"I kind of have to until I find another job," you said before you could stop yourself.
The soft touch of his hand over yours stopped you when you finished cleaning the counter. 
"Not having any luck?" he asked.
"No," you answered, afraid your voice would break if you said anything further. 
You felt far from lucky. 
You had a nice job before they had to make cutbacks. Between student loans and other bills, your savings depleted in a matter of months. The apartment you lived in was tiny, but it was yours and you did the best you could to make it homey. Lately, you could barely afford your rent working at the diner. 
You had to stick with it until your luck changed. 
"You want to quit your job?" he asked. 
"I do," you replied. More than anything. 
"And you don't have a boyfriend."
You tried to step back, but he still has his hand over yours. He phrased it like a statement instead of a question. How did he know you were single? Or was he guessing?
"No, I don't."
Something in your gut told you not to lie to him. 
Andy nodded, releasing your hand as he stood up from his stool and took his wallet out of his back pocket. You almost forgot how tall he was until he rose to his full height, well over six feet. "I mean it, honey. You shouldn't have to put up with working here."
"We do what we have to," you said, wondering why he was so invested in what you had to do for a living. "And unless you have a job offer for me, I can't exactly quit right now," you added with a quick giggle.
Andy didn't laugh.
"Wait. Are you offering me a job?" you asked in disbelief.
He hummed as he set a card and bill on the counter. "I just might have something."
You raised an eyebrow and waited for him to say he was kidding. "You do?"
Andy was a nice customer, but virtually a stranger. Why would he want to help you? What did he even do?
He hummed again and put his wallet away. "I do. Keep the change and give me a call so we can discuss the details," he said.
You almost burst into tears when you realized he gave you a $100 bill. 
"Andy, I can't accept that," you argued, as much as you needed it. 
"Sure you can. Consider it compensation for that earlier asshole."
"Thank you," you whispered. You weren't sure how much money that was to him, but it made a world of difference to you. 
"Don't mention it," he said, placing his hand over yours again before he turned to leave.
You already missed his touch. 
"Hold on. You haven't even told me what the job is," you called after him as he headed to the door. 
He stopped and looked over his shoulder, a small smile on his gorgeous face. "Get some rest and call me. Have a good night, honey."
The bell rang as he left, giving you a chance to look at the card he gave you. 
"Andy Barber," you whispered, taking in the simple, professional design with the blue font. 
You'd call him in the morning. 
Because whatever the job was, it couldn't be any worse than where you were now. 
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What do we think, lovelies? Love and thanks! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Andy Barber Masterlist ⚓ KoFi
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Just Kiss Me Slow
Kinktober Day 12: Cockwarming
Relationship: pediatrician!Chris Beck x librarian!Reader (comet and sunshine, NLLYL AU)
Words: ~700
Summary: Your man is the neediest.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, soft sex) fluff, established relationship, developing feelings, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: A super short one but it’s so cute! Just love my soft babies 🥹
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“Sunshine…” Chris let out a deep breath and groaned, burying his face in your neck and gently pressing his lips to your skin when you clenched around him as he shifted his weight over you. “How long is this book?”
“It’s short, I’ve only got fifty pages left.” You grinned to yourself when he grumbled affectionately as his hands skimmed over your sides, tilting your head to the side so he could suck on that spot under your ear as you turned another page. “You’re the one who couldn’t wait to get started, it hasn’t even been an hour.”
He huffed again as he kept pressing kisses along the curve of your shoulder, his knees squeezing your thighs while he did his best to hold back from rolling his hips into you.
It wasn’t his fault. All he wanted was to be inside you all the time, to feel the tight heat of you stretched around him like you were fucking made for him. Even when your attention was otherwise occupied, he just needed you underneath him to make him feel warm and complete, like he was home.
God, he hoped you felt the same way. He was pretty sure you did, otherwise why would you let him constantly get wrapped up in you? Always giving him a soft smile and spreading your legs when he would just give you a pathetic look, rolling onto your stomach if you were reading or watching tv, or letting him pull you into his lap if it was a rare night you had to do some work from home. You were so willing to indulge him no matter how pathetic and whiny he was, and if he ever got up the nerve to actually consider his feelings, he’d probably be able to admit he was hopelessly in love with you.
“You just… you feel so fucking good.” He sucked on your ear and managed to wind his arms around your waist, the two of you sinking even further into the bed as you let out a soft sigh. “I missed you so goddamn much today. I’m gonna quit my job.”
“No you’re not.” You flipped another page but almost dropped your book when he gave the smallest grind of his hips, one of your knees bending so you could curl your leg around his as he purred in your ear. “You love your kids, comet. More than you love having a wet dick.”
“Maybe.” Chris rested his head on your shoulder and nuzzled at your cheek while he tried to get all of your attention, hissing when you rolled your hips and made your pussy flex around him in that way that made his cock twitch. “That’s not fair, sunshine. You keep doing that and I’m never gonna leave your apartment.”
“Do what?” You clenched around him again and giggled when he gave you a warning growl, like your teddy bear could ever actually punish you. “I’m just reading.”
“Yeah, if you want to keep reading then stop being a tease.” He whimpered when your whole body rolled underneath him, his arms tightening around you as he made some truly pathetic noises. “Babyyyyy…”
“Oh, you’re so sad!” You marked your page and set your book aside when he whined again, turning your head so you could brush your lips over his while you arched your back even more. “Tell me what you need, sad boy.”
Chris pulled out just enough so he could flip you onto your back and then he was plunging into you again, resting his forehead against yours and letting out a pleased hum when you gasped for him. A moment or two passed where he just gazed at you, his eyes drinking you in before he finally pressed his lips to yours and let his body melt into you. The sounds you made when he started to trail kisses all over your face and neck and chest only made him feel even softer, warm rumbles vibrating his chest against yours while you lightly trailed your fingers over his spine as he took what he needed from you.
“Need you.” He purred when he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked gently, not even needing to move his hips when the way he was worshiping you made you clench and flutter around him with no effort. Damn, you were so fucking perfect. “Just you, always.”
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would love if there was more overtly-Irish vibed Steve in fics 🥰
Steve telling jokes with w/ such a dry wit & Dave Allen-esque glint in his eye that they just go over people’s heads and they come away thinking he is very serious and well-behaved and never jokes, god forbid
Steve having an orange, white & green ‘Captain Ireland’ version of the Suit he wears for St Patrick’s Day
Bucky being unable to wear a kilt for formal occasions (like his Pa occasionally used to) because he simply cannot make it out of the house once Steve sees it
Steve muttering in Irish under his breath (making up sayings he says they have in the old country but he’s really just saying someone’s an idiot)
Bucky figured out pre-serum Steve wanted to join in when people played Irish folk music but couldn’t do an instrument because of his bad hearing so he got him a bodhrán instead and Steve can still play (also why he’s so comfortable holding a disc-shaped object)
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Now that is my kind of work function.
Hi👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
Soooooooo
I had a question like a question which I would like you to answer . 🥰🥰🥰
So What will make this guy jealous?! Not angry but jealous like type of jealous where he is fucking possessive and feral and then he reminds you you are his. Only his.
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Uh oh. I did something. I'm drunk so hopefully it's ok.
Bearded Brothers
Your colleagues. They equally consume him with murderous rage the way they fawn over you, and a desperate desire to make sure they know who you belong to.
You feel his eyes on you, but that's not unusual. You're often the object of his attention and desire when you're in a room together. But there's something else you sense as well. Something you're more akin to noticing since it's happening more and more. Ever since Andy left, Ari's become far more possessive. You're his and only his. He'll share you with only one other man - no other - and since he's left, you're his to protect. His to possess.
His.
Your hand brushes over the back of your neck, a tell-tale sign of the insecurity you feel as your male colleagues pull you into a conversation you're not entirely comfortable with. You're no prude. There's nothing wrong with playful banter or light firting that means nothing. You have a filthy mind, and are fully aware others do as well. But you've kept it hidden, the way a few of your coworkers have made the slight passes at you. The off handed comments. The leers in your direction. You're not entirely uncomfortable but you'd rather be next to Ari, safe in his embrace. Or Andy.
You push the thought of Andy to the back of your mind, where he lingers, content to softly speak your name throughout the day, catching you off guard.
He's had enough. He knows you're uncomfortable. Knows you like to play strong and proud, but deep inside you want to be surrounded by his arms. His scent.
His hands wrap around your waist, arms clasping when they reach your center. Ari kisses the nape of your neck and you shiver, embaressment warming your face when you look up to watch your colleagues faces scower at his intrusion.
"Gentleman, you don't mind if I steal my girl away for a bit, do you? I just need a moment." One of them makes to speak and Ari takes your hand, "Thanks, boys."
You follow behind Ari, casually smiling at the people around you at the mixer when he pulls you into a dark corner, his finger on your lips as he presses you to the wall.
"Naughty girl, getting me all worked up like that."
You laugh, grabbing at his denim shirt. "You get yourself worked up. You don't like me talking to other people."
"No. Other people are fine. Two-pump chumps that want to get off on this beautiful body of yours - yes."
His mouth hits your neck before you can respond and you lean into his touch - your body craving his - desperate for his touch. His hands are all over you, bunching up your skirt so it sits on your hips.
"Ari," you gasp, feeling the cool air hit your skin. "Not here. Someone could see."
"That's the point, sweetheart," he breathes on your skin. "Show them you're mine. All mine, right baby?"
"And mine."
Your head jerks up, Ari's as well, turning to the side.
Andy moves closer, loosening his tie just a bit. His eyes shift to Ari and he sees the suspicion in his eyes.
Is he really here?
Is he back?
Is he home?
Ignoring him, Ari leans back down, sucking a bruise into your neck as Andy closes the distance. You want him. You need him. You need them both - your men.
His lips meet yours - gentle at first. Re-aquinting himself with you. Your touch. Your taste. His hunger grows, tongue slipping between your lips as his palm holds the back of your head to him. To say he's missed you is pathetic and lacks truth. He's thought of you every moment of the day. But he knows, taking you here - with Ari certain to be angry at the intrusion - untrust heavily weighing him down - would be a mistake. If you want him, he'll return to you properly. Slowly.
But for now - this will do.
His cock grows in his pants, seeking you out as you fondle him. You need him as much as he needs you but fuck if Ari's mouth working over your neck isn't distracting you.
Ari pushes his body into you, shoving Andy away as he unzips his jeans and pulls himself free. Reaching down, he lifts you and you wrap your legs around his hips as he positions his cock at your entrance. He ignore Andy, waiting in the wings as he rubs the front of his trousers. One hand holds you up as the other grips your chin - keeping you focused on him.
"Mine."
His words are less for you and the coworkers that wait outside in the cavernous room, and more for Andy. He's pissed and not at all willing to give in so easily. To let you give in so easily.
Ari takes you, his cock pushing through your walls until his fully inside you, kissing your cervix. You moan loudly, but his lips capture the sound as he kisses you. He fucks you quickly and quietly, sounds of pleasure barely audible save the grunts that match your groans.
You want to watch Andy. Watch as he plays with his beautiful cock underneath his trousers. Certain the bright red head is gloriously thick and weeping. But Ari is taking you apart, demanding all of your attention as he fucks into you. And it's delicious. It's fucking fantastic when he takes you in public places. You revel in the idea those asshole pricks will see your neck littered with his love. The scent of sex heavy on your body as you re-join the conversation.
Ari's fingers dance over your clit, making sure you reach your peak right along with him. He knows your body. Owns your pleasure. And he wants those useless boys to not only smell him - but smell you and your demise in his arms as your pussy flutters around him.
When you cum, your arms are wrapped tight around his neck, like the world is ending. Your eyes are slits, meeting Andy's as he cums in his pants along with you. Ari floods you soon after, filling your walls with his seed until he's completely spent.
His grip on you loosens, Ari lowering your feet to the ground. You can feel his release leaking down your inner thighs and deceny dictates you should clean yourself up, but you always loved the feeling of their seed slipping from your core. Your eyes move to Andy's and he gives you a sheepish and apologetic grin. But now's not the time for remorse.
"Honey -" Andy starts but Ari cuts him off.
"Let's get you back out there before they start talking, sweetheart."
You reach for Andy, desperate for his kiss, but Ari pushes you along, making sure your clothes are straight and you reek of him and only him. His wary of Andy and anger surges inside him at his brothers sudden presence.
"Those boys shoudn't be bothering you for the rest of the night, sweetheart."
"Ari, please. Andy's here. I want to see him."
"Yep. He is. Are you hungry? I can grab you something."
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Bucky Barnes in TFATWS - Truth
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CHRIS EVANS filming 'Red One'
me right now:
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JAKE LOCKLEY???
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ROBBIE COLTRANE and RUBEUS HAGRID | Harry Potter 20th Anniversary: Return to Hogwarts
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