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Farewell online privacy
Fox's Ultimate Bucket List update
Chapter 1 is now up on AO3, and chapter 6 is up on Patreon!
I loved this!
And why do they all make so much sense
Simon would 100% drive a keep and I agree with soap I can't explain it but it's the vibe he gives off
Cod men + what cars they drive
⤷ feat. The 141 + König
a/n: this is v self indulgent and the sources are the voices in my head thanks
CAPT. JOHN PRICE → 1970 Ford Mustang
☆ I can see Price being all about classics and old cars, so it makes sense that he would have a Mustang.
☆ However, if we had to think more british, alternatively i could see him with a Ford Capri, the british equivalent of the Mustangs.
L.T. SIMON "GHOST" RILEY → 2021 Jeep Wrangler
☆ Ghost couldn't care less about what he drives. He doesn't care for car brands, looks, and, let's be honest, my man's a terrible driver.
☆ With that in mind, he decided it would be better to have a sturdy car, for harsh terrains, and something more familiar to what he is used to driving in missions.
SGT. JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH → 2017 Honda Civic
☆ I can't justify this one. It's just the vibes. ☆ It might be a basic car, but it's reliable and looks cool, so i think that would be his reasoning. Gaz would laugh at him for it though.
SGT. KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK → Audi A8
☆ Kyle is the youngest of all of them, and we can assume he gets one fat paycheck by being in one of the most elite taskforces in the world. Plus, he's rarely home, so he's got to make his rare driving worth it.
☆ So it's plausible he would blow a big part of his payment on an expensive car, but that's ok because he would look incredibly hot while doing so.
KÖNIG → 2013 Honda Pilot
☆ Listen. It wasn't his first choice. König hates being noticed, so, logically, he doesn't like big cars at all.
☆ However, he was forced to get this one since it was one of the very few cars that he could fit inside comfortably, considering how absurdly tall he is, so he just accepted it and grew fond of it.
10 Female Written Short Stories Everyone Should Read
I have seen a post circulating for a while that lists 10 short stories everyone should read and, while these are great works, most of them are older and written by white men. I wanted to make a modern list that features fresh, fantastic and under represented voices. Enjoy!
1. A Temporary Matter by Jhumpa Lahiri — A couple in a failing marriage share secrets during a blackout.
2. Stone Animals by Kelly Link — A family moves into a haunted house.
3. Reeling for the Empire by Karen Russell — Women are sold by their families to a silk factory, where they are slowly transformed into human silkworms.
4. Call My Name by Aimee Bender — A woman wearing a ball gown secretly auditions men on the subway.
5. The Man on the Stairs by Miranda July — A woman wakes up to a noise on the stairs.
6. Brownies by ZZ Packer — Rival Girl Scout troops are separated by race.
7. City of My Dreams by Zsuzi Gartner — A woman works at a shop selling food-inspired soap and tries not to think about her past.
8. A Good Man is Hard to Find by Flannery O’Connor — A family drives from Georgia to Florida, even though a serial killer is on the loose.
9. Hitting Budapest by NoViolet Bulawayo — A group of children, led by a girl named Darling, travel to a rich neighborhood to steal guavas.
10. You’re Ugly, Too by Lorrie Moore — A history professor flies to Manhattan to spend Halloween weekend with her younger sister.
James "In the back of my mind" Potter
Regulus "In the back of my mind" Black
James "You died" Potter
Regulus "I killed you" Black
James "And I didn't even cry" Potter
Regulus "I didn't even regret it" Black
James "Not a single tear" Potter
Regulus "I can't believe i said it" Black
James "And I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive" Potter
Regulus "I hate you" Black
James ''I hate you" Potter
Jegulus but its Anti-hero jegulus (could be canon complaint jegulus too)
"You're not being asked to come up with something pretty, you know. No one gives a damn about pretty."
-Anna Gavalda, Hunting and Gathering
Just finished this book, needless to say, I cried -a lot.
"But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail."
-John Green, Looking for Alaska
Hamid, Mohsin. Moth Smoke.
Hamid, Mohsin. Moth Smoke
I read this book recently. It is so beautifully written. Everything is very nicely explained and with the subtlety Mohsin Hamid has portrayed each character in the novel is exquisite.
Ogle or find for purchase by me- Red Read Retale through Amazon or Poshmark. New. Discounted. Fast Shipping. Must have book.
hey, bestie! I love your writing, it's just a chef kiss mwah! If I can request a fic! Imagine the reader being kinda of a femme fatale, and popular with her peers because of her beauty. -Coriolanus develops a puppy crush on her when he sees her in the halls, but one day the reader notices him, and talks to him, and after that, he's lovestruck and slowly becomes obsessed with her. Leaving cute notes and flowers at her locker and letters. The rest of the story, you can control and write.
The reader is like Jennifer from Jennifer's body but ignore the succubus part.
thank you love, i love this req sm! 🎀 i tried my best to capture everything as my fics aren’t usually too long !! nsfw 18+ skip if uncomfortable
Coriolanus Snow x Femme Fatal!Reader
Coriolanus Snow, the undeniably charming student at Capitol University, couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He was smitten with your beauty and the alluring way you carried yourself, captivating everyone with your grace and presence.
As the days passed, Coriolanus grew bolder and began leaving cute notes and flowers at your locker, hoping to catch your attention. His heart raced every time he thought of you, and he found himself losing focus during classes, consumed by thoughts of you.
One day, you finally notice him. He's sitting alone in the library, head buried in a book, looking oh-so-adorable. You walk up to him, feeling the weight of your beauty and charm, and strike up a conversation.
You engage in a casual conversation with him, unaware of the effect you're having on him. The more you talk, the more infatuated he becomes. His heart races, and he struggles to maintain eye contact as his thoughts wander towards intimate scenarios involving the two of you.
As the conversation continues, You sense something different about Coriolanus. His eyes are brighter, his voice is softer, and he seems a bit flustered. You sense his longing and desire, and a spark of curiosity ignites within you.
You continue to engage with him, teasing and flirting, unaware of the depth of his affection for you. As the conversation deepens, so does his passion, and he finds himself struggling to keep his desires in check.
Coriolanus is on the verge of confessing his feelings for you, but something holds him back. He wants to express his love, but is too shy and self-conscious. He's torn between his desire for you and his fear of rejection.
Unbeknownst to Coriolanus, you start to feel a strange connection with him. His shyness and hesitation only serve to heighten your curiosity about him. As the conversation winds down, you find yourself wanting more from this enigmatic individual who has captured your attention so thoroughly.
Unbeknownst to Coriolanus, you start to feel a strange connection with him. His shyness and hesitation only serve to heighten your curiosity about him. As the conversation winds down, you find yourself wanting more from this enigmatic individual who has captured your attention so thoroughly.
As the night comes to a close, Coriolanus finally finds the courage to confess his feelings for you. His voice trembles slightly as he tries to find the words to express himself, but finally, he blurts out, " I'm in love with you. "
You stare at Coriolanus, barely able to believe what you're hearing. You are deeply moved by his honesty and vulnerability, and you find yourself falling for him even deeper.
" I'm falling for you too " you whisper, your heart racing in anticipation of what might come next. As the two of you stand there in the silence of the night, you realize that your lives have just irrevocably changed.
The two of you embrace, your bodies pressing together as you share a tender kiss. You can feel the heat and desire radiating off of him, and you know that this moment will be one you'll cherish forever.
" My room is just upstairs " Coriolanus whispers into your ear. His voice is hoarse with desire, and you can't help but shiver at the thought of what might happen next.
As the two of you make your way upstairs, the anticipation and desire building within you both is almost unbearable. The door to your room closes behind you, and the two of you are finally alone together.
Coriolanus kisses you deeply, his tongue seeking entry into your mouth as his hands roam over your body. Heat surges through you as he pushes you against the door, pinning you there with his strength and desire.
You moan into the kiss, arching your back against him. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you pull him closer, needing more of his touch. The feeling of his skin against yours is electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of your being.
As if he's reading your mind, Coriolanus's hands begin to explore the most intimate parts of your body. His fingers dance over your sensitive skin, teasing and tantalizing until you're ready to beg for more.
Finally, Coriolanus moves his mouth from your lips to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as his fingers continue their journey. You gasp and arch your neck into his mouth, wanting more of his touch. This is a feeling unlike anything you've ever known before.
You gasp as Coriolanus undoes his pants, freeing his aching erection. He positions himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly positions against your entrance.
" Please " you whisper, your voice trembling with need. " I want you. "
Coriolanus pulls back, only to thrust forcefully inside you, hitting your sweet spot with a force that steals your breath.
His fingers digging into your hips, his mouth trailing kisses down your neck, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that drives you to the brink.
" Come for me " he demands. Your body shudders, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your name, a moaned plea, falls from his lips as he feels your walls clenching around him.
" Coriolanus... " You whisper his name, your voice hoarse from the intensity of the moment. He groans, his body shuddering as he releases himself into you, filling you completely.
D mm
http://champagnewithpapi.tumblr.com/post/97780863555/champagnewithpapi-anon-asked-what-drake-ffs-i
Anon asked what Drake ff’s I read & I honestly don’t read a lot anymore, but I am going to link you to some bomb ass ff’s that you will love Drake: holdonweregoinghomeff drizzyoneshots torontoselite-ff August Alsina: herloveff ifyouonlyknew-ff …
look at you auburn boy
pairings: Bill Denbrough x asian!fem Reader
genre: angst, unrequited
warning/s: some physical comparisons, jealousy and some vulgar language (i think thats all, do lmk if i missed any)
a/n: hello! this is my first fanfiction i’ve posted on tumblr, so i am very open to criticism! also some disclaimer, this is a songfic based off of Strawberry Blond by Mitski, i am also an asian myself just incase i get told off. thank you for stumbling on this fic, apologies again on how terribly written it is :’)
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can’t wait for the other parts this is SO GOOD!!
juno! j.b p1
word count: 1.02k
it started with a chair.
the fact that i’m staring at two lines on a stick covered in my pee is because of a chair.
shit.
what am i meant to do now?
“what am i going to do?” i ask my friend through the phone.
“maybe it's just a food baby, what'd you have for lunch yesterday?" she replies, the phone rested on her shoulder as she painted her nails a pastel pink.
"i wish it was a food baby but i've taken three tests and it's showing nothing but two lines" i said sighing.
"wait- how did you produce so much pee?"
"i just drank loads of apple juice - anyway that's beside the point, i'm pregnant"
holy shit.
that feels unbelievable to say, i am pregnant.
"y/n" the voice takes me out of my little daydream.
"yeah" i reply
"who's the father?"
those three words suck me down memory lane.
it was just meant to be two nerdy virgins getting it on and now look at the consequences, of course we couldn't blame society for not telling us to "wrap it before you tap it" because we were forced through the painfully awkward sex ed lessons. we could only blame ourselves for believing the 'pull out method' was a reliable method of contraception. what an idiot.
but i couldn't deny it wasn't one of the best things i had experienced in my life, and that the way he made me feel when i reached the edge was almost mind-blowing, in fact i kept questioning whether or not he was a virgin. he was just that good, it would've been amazing if he didn't have such fast swimmers.
"it's jude's"
jude bellingham or jude victor william bellingham if you're like that. he was one of those guys that you wouldn't notice in a crowd full of men but if you were one of the lucky ones that did then you would be so happy. he was one of those guys that can read you even if you are so careful about not showing any emotion, he will know. i used to joke and say how it was superpower and he would just smile at me with those pearly whites. the same pearly whites that were hidden by his perfectly plump lips, that pulled me in and started the domino effect that led up all the way to now.
my friends laugh reminds me i'm not alone.
"what made you and bellingham bone? i didn't know he was you type"
she wasn't wrong. on any normal day you wouldn't feel such emotions for jude but that day was different, in fact i wanted nothing more than to kiss him until we were left breathless and he made my knees week.
"i don't know just something that happened" i reply a red blush appearing on my face
"you love him!"
"i don't think that's the most important thing to come out of this conversation."
"sorry, but what was he like?"
"he was amazing"
it was true, he was the best thing i've ever experienced.
"what are you going to do?"
"i don't know but i need your help."
jude was a footballer, a good one at that, but his routine was one from hell. he would wake up early, the kind of early that even in the summer mornings, the sun still hasn't rose. that kind of early. when he told me about his mornings, i felt like crying. he puts on his stupid high shorts and puts on his bright orange sweatbands; one around his head and a sweatband on both his arms and legs.
if i remember correctly, he then heats up one of those quick and easy waffles and then begins his laps around the neighbourhood. and that's why i'm sat here, on that same chair that ruined my life.
"hey jude"
"oh hey y/n oh that's a nice rug that tiger looks proud"
" i know right, i took it from mrs martins doorstep" he nods awkwardly in response to my words. i continue to speak "your shorts are looking especially shiny today, what's up with that?"
"oh thanks. my mum used some colour bleach thing, i don't know what it's called." he shrugs after he speaks, one arm rested on the back of his neck.
"so.. do you want to know something?" lord, give me strength.
"i mean sure, i guess"
"i'm pregnant"
i observe his face as he takes in the news. i don't know how he feels, his face is not letting anything show, his eyes void of emotion and maybe even soul. the only things he's doing is fidgeting with his hands, sometimes cracking his knuckles.
just as he opens his mouth to reply, jude's fellow runners appeared, their junks peeking through the shorts, that seem to get shorter and shorter everyday. those shorts make me picture them naked, whether i like it or not. he turns back to me and says,
"i- i'm meant to be running now"
"i know"
the air is tense, it's choking me. we both don't know where to look or what to say. luckily, he breaks it soon after.
"so.. what do you think we should do?"
hmmm. he's not as douchey as some say he is.
"i think, i might just nip it in the bud before it.. you know turns into what some people say is a baby. do you know that pregnancies can cause infants to roam the earth?"
he chuckles and i realise i haven't heard a sound as sweet as that damn chuckle.
"hm. i've heard that too, apparently we were one of them when we were younger"
i smile. my first real smile in a while. it's a peaceful smile.
"so you're okay with everything?"
"course, it's you that's the one going through it, so you do you."
i don't whether or not to speak again but i do.
"i'm sorry for having sex with you."
"i'm not"
"i'll see you at school"
i ride off on the bicycle i had kept rested on the armchair, leaving jude to his own thoughts.