So Um Apparently I've Been Living Under A Rock For The Past Couple Weeks. One I Didn't Know The Music

So um apparently I've been living under a rock for the past couple weeks. One I didn't know the music video for temporary was out and two EMINEM IS GONNA BE A FREAKING GRANDPA. The music video made me cry, especially when em started crying, the card was everything. I loved the videos oh my goodness the girls were so cute when they were younger. And yall I cant describe to you how much this has affected me. This man means the world to me. He's been sober for almost as long as I've known and been listening to him. His music makes me super happy and sappy. Y'know he's older than my dad by like 1 or 2 years but he's still fine as wine. I know I know crazy eminem fan alert but how can I not. But back to the other stuff, I've been listening to eminem honestly since I had been born, my mom loved him and my sister loved him. I've loved him practically ever since honestly. But I only ever started appreciating him until this last year or so. I mean there's times we're I'm not in the mood and I've got a certain music taste I want to listen to. I've got a lot of styles all right? But I'll always come back to marshall. Because he's the one thing that's never let me down. And I'm so happy to see him having the best life he can because he's long past over due for a happy life. He deserves it so much. Now all there's left for me to do is to see him live in concert and then honestly I can die happy. But in truth I'll probably never live to see that dream come true. All that matters is that Em is happy and living the life he deserves especially as a new grandpa.

Skin - The Boys Of Summer Drabble | Din Djarin ☀️

Written for The Boys Of Summer Drabble Series ☀️

Summary: You and Din wake up together on a summer's morning on Nevarro.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader (No name, confirmed age, physical description or confirmed ethnicity of reader. It’s you, bub.)

Word Count: 1k

Scoville Smut Rating: None, it's fluff. You're safe.

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Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy this series of summer drabbles featuring some of the Pedro Boys! ☀️

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Enjoy! 🖤

The sunlight filters into the abode, its rays breaking in behind your eyelids, casting a gentle warmth over your face.

It's the beginning of a new summer's day on Nevarro, a day full of potential and waiting to be explored and basked in. The light, soft and golden, seeps through the windows, a tranquil atmosphere that envelops you in a serene embrace.

As you slowly open your eyes, adjusting to the bright bokeh of the morning, your gaze is met with the sight of his body turned away from you, sleeping peacefully on his side. 

The broad expanse of his back is like a wide canvas of bronzed skin, a landscape marred by white, jagged streaks that tell tales of battles fought and survived. Each scar a testament to his resilience, etched into his flesh with sharp precision.

You find yourself captivated by the way these scars ripple across his skin, yearning to trace your fingers over them again. The ridges and bumps create a map beneath your touch, contrasting with the otherwise smooth surface of his freckled back.

You remember the sensation of running your lips over those scars, feeling the subtle differences in texture where the skin has healed. The thought of listening to his reaction, the soft shudder that reverberates through him, excites you.

The Mandalorian is known for the fierce noises he makes - grunts of exertion, hisses of pain through clenched teeth during bloody combat. Curses and yells as he fights to the death. Yet, there’s another side to him - a more vulnerable aspect that reveals itself in quieter, tender moments. 

In the intimacy of your explorations, as you trace the scars with your mouth, you coax out delicate whines and soft whimpers from him. These sounds are different from the battle cries; they’re the sounds of his surrender, his raw need for you. 

His voice always trembles with a plea for more, more of your touch, more of your affection. More, Mesh’la. When you indulge in those moments, exploring the terrain of Din’s back with your lips and hands, you can feel him melting under your attention.

He stirs from sleep, his broad shoulders hunching up a little. He wipes a hand across his face, feeling the rough callouses of his fingers against his closed eyelids. His mind heavy with sleep, he rubs away the stickiness until his lashes begin to flutter open.

Soft light filters through, dilating his deep pupils as he becomes aware of the warm textures around him. The air is filled with a gentle scent of you. Taking these precious moments to adjust, he stretches out, feeling his bones crack and hearing the faint sound of joints popping. He licks his lips, tasting salt, and notices the dryness around his gums.

Running his fingers down his clammy chest, each movement is slow and deliberate, a way to ground himself in the present moment. He turns his gaze to you, lying peacefully beside him with your eyes closed. Though you appear to be sleeping, he knows you're awake. He can tell by the subtle changes in your breathing, the slight hitch that betrays your awareness.

The curve of your hips catches his attention, a mesmerising landscape of mountains and valleys that calls to him. His fingers twitch involuntarily, driven by a deep-seated desire to reach out and touch you. He longs to feel the warmth of your skin under his fingertips, to trace the gentle slopes and contours that define your form. The urge to pull you closer is almost overwhelming.

He imagines the sensation of your body pressed against his, the softness of your curves moulding to the hard planes of his own. He envisions the moment when he pulls your hips toward him, aligning your bodies perfectly. The thought of sheathing himself within you, feeling that intimate connection, sends a shiver down his spine.

His breath hitches, mirroring the change in yours, as he inches closer to you. The anticipation builds, a magnetic pull that draws him nearer. His hand finally makes contact with your hip, the touch light and tentative at first. He feels the warmth of your skin, the way it gives slightly under his touch. His fingers tighten, pulling you closer with a gentle, yet insistent force.

Din inhales deeply, taking in your scent, feeling it seep into his bloodstream. His hooked nose traces invisible lines against your own. With a soft, ghostly kiss pressed to your lips, you smile, savouring the tender moment.

His touch is gentle, almost ethereal, yet it carries the weight of his affection. The warmth of his lips lingers on your skin, a fleeting connection that speaks volumes. As he pulls back, you hear him reaching for his helmet, the iconic Beskar armour that is both his shield and his prison.

He pauses, taking a final moment to look at you without the barrier of his helmet. His eyes, full of emotion, convey a silent farewell to this intimate moment.

When he places the helmet over his head, you can see the transformation. The sweet, vulnerable man you just shared a kiss with becomes the formidable Mandalorian once more, his face hidden behind the cold, unyielding metal.

A soft, modulated voice greets you from the helmet's speaker, "Good morning, Mesh'la." 

You smile, still feeling the warmth of Din's kiss imprinted on your mouth. “Morning.” You reply, your voice filled with affection.

Your eyes meet the dark visor of his helmet, and though you can't see his face, you know he’s looking at you with the same intensity and care.

You reach out, your fingers brushing against the cool metal of his helmet. It's a stark contrast to the warmth of his kiss, yet it's a part of him - a part you've come to accept, respect and love. 

As Din stands, ready to face whatever the day brings, you feel a sense of pride and affection. The Mandalorian may be a warrior, but to you, he’s also a partner, a lover, and a protector.

And in this quiet morning moment, the sunlight filtering in with its golden streaks, you’re reminded of the strength and depth of your bond - one that no amount of Beskar can ever conceal.

🍦Thank you so much for reading, and I'd love to hear your thoughts. If you enjoyed this story, please consider re-blogging so others can find it on their dash and enjoy it too! Happy summer, lovelies! ☀️🖤

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we broke up (one shot)

hugh jackman x f!reader

summary: you get dragged to a work event by your boyfriend of three years when Hugh comes to flirt with you. after you reluctantly tell him you’re taken, he backs off for the most part. a few months later, Hugh tells the story during an interview but little does he know you’re single now. 

warnings: implied age gap (not mentioned), flirting while in a relationship (kinda)

authors note: here's a little oneshot I wrote tonight. enjoy <33

You’d been with your boyfriend, Rowan, for a few years now. He earned a degree in marketing and immediately got a job for a studio. While he enjoys his job and it brings in good money, the events he dragged you to were unbelievably boring. The company he worked for always had big parties after a success on a project. At first they were interesting, often running into celebrities here and there given that it was the success of their movie, but lately you found yourself sitting at the bar more often than not. It was routine at this point. Rowan would show you off for the first hour, then he would toss you aside to fend for yourself. You weren’t the biggest social butterfly, hence why you liked to sit alone, drinking. 

Tonight wasn’t any different. You were at another party for the successful marketing for Deadpool and Wolverine. You’d heard a few whispers that the stars of the movie themselves were somewhere wandering around but you hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing them. Rowan dumped you at the bar a little over thirty minutes ago and you’ve been sipping on some fruity little drink ever since, completely in your own world. You made small talk with the bartender every once and a while but you were mainly people watching. 

“Mind if I join?” A deep Australian accent asks. You look up and see a gorgeous older man. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a pair of black expensive looking glasses. He was deliciously tall and had a thich salt and pepper beard. “Uh no, go ahead.” He sits in the bar stool next to you. He orders a drink from the bartender before returning his attention back to you. “Pardon me if this is too forward but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” The comment takes you aback. “Oh um, thank you. That’s really sweet of you to say.” He looks down to your glass that’s nothing but melted ice at this point. “Can I buy you another drink?” He asks. “You probably shouldn’t. I’m taken…sadly.” You whisper the last part, unsure if he heard it or not. “Oh! I apologize for coming on to you. You’ve been sitting here by yourself for so long, I thought you might have come alone.” You huff out a laugh. “My boyfriend works for the company. He’s out there socializing or whatever.” You shrug and signal to the bartender, asking for another drink. “That’s a shame. If you were mine, you’d be on my arm all night.” He smirks. “Is that right?” You smile at him. Before he can answer, you feel your phone vibrate with a text from Rowan that reads ‘where are you babe? Time to leave.’ 

“Well, the boyfriends calling, I gotta go.” You carefully climb out of the chair and grab your jacket and purse off of the back. As you start to walk away, the man speaks again. “Wait! What’s your name?” You turn back to face him. “Y/n.” He smiles and repeats it. “I’m Hugh.” His answer surprises you. “Oh! Congrats on the movie. I didn’t even recognize you at first with the beard and all.” He laughs. “Bye Hugh.” You wave before walking off.

—

It’s been a few months since that night in July, it being September now. You and Rowan had broken up mid-August, both of you agreeing that the relationship wasn’t going anywhere. It hurt for a little bit but you knew it was for the best. Living with him had been awkward as you searched for a new place, deciding that he can keep the current apartment. You wanted a fresh start, which is where you are now. Tonight was your first night in your new apartment. You didn’t have any furniture yet but you were happy. You bought an air mattress to make do until you could afford an actual bed. 

It was around midnight and you were doing your nightly youtube watch. You were scrolling through your recommended videos when you saw Hugh’s face pop up. It was an interview posted a few minutes ago from him on some late night show you’d never heard of. You clicked on it, wanting to hear what the man was up to these days. The interview was a standard one, mostly questions on his upcoming movie about some sheep. You weren’t really paying attention, close to dozing off when a question peaked your interest. 

“So Hugh, it’s almost been a year since the announcement of your divorce and the fans wanna know…How’s your dating life doing? Are you seeing anyone?” The woman asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Hugh lets out a big laugh. “I’m actually not seeing anyone. It’s funny you ask because the last time I even attempted to flirt with a woman she turned me down.” The interviewer's eyebrows shoot up in shock. She gasps before asking, “How could anyone turn you down? We need to know the full story here.” 

“Ryan and I were at this party for the marketing team that worked on Deadpool and Wolverine and I saw this absolutely gorgeous girl sitting at the bar all alone.” The interviewer is nodding her head, engaging with every word Hugh says. “I eyed her for a while to see if anyone was with her but she sat there alone for a good thirty minutes before Ryan hyped me up to go over there. When I finally did, I ordered a drink and tried to play it cool but I felt the urge to tell this girl how stunning she was, so I did.” You giggle to yourself and you hear him tell the story from his point of view. “She thanked me and I offered to buy her another drink. I kid you not, in the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard she says ‘you probably shouldn’t, i’m taken.’” His hands go up to his chest, gripping right above his heart. “My heart broke mate. I flirted a little more in true Hugh fashion but she had to go. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since.” 

“What a lucky woman, I’m sure she regrets it.” 

“Hey, I tried my best.” He shrugs before looking at the camera. “Y/n, if you ever break up with him. I’m all yours baby.” 

Your jaw drops, the sound of cheers blasting from your phone.  

‘we broke up. I’m all yours. @/RealHughJackman’ 

You hit send on the tweet and hoped it would be enough to bring him back to you.

thank you for reading <3

Hey yall, I need some help. So hopefully in about 2 years I'll be able to get a puppy. My dad (who I still live with, sad I know) wants to wait because right now we're not ready for another dog. (We currently have a dog, the cat further down in my blog is my mom's cat, if it's still there) he also won't let me if our current dog isn't doing good at that time. But anyways I'm thinking about getting a chocolate lab puppy. I know for sure I'm getting a lab but I want to get a chocolate one. I've picked out some names already because I like doing that. I want some help thinking of more names. I tagged a bunch of Fandoms so hopefully I can get some nerdy names but I also want hilarious names!

Our current list:

The "love" ones: Bucky (marvel), Boone (twisters), Coffee Beans or Beans (nickname(nn)), Butter, Captain Wigglebutt or Wiggles (nn), Meatball, Moose, Godzilla

The "really liked" ones: Rocket (marvel), Rooster (topgun), Jensen (the actor), Potato, Brownie, Caesar

The "liked" ones: Bruce (harley quinn), Tyler (twisters), Raleigh (Pacific rim), Wally, Mudflap

The "not my favorite but they're good names" ones: Maverick (topgun), Logan (Xmen)

So please, message me, reblog this, comment what ever, tell me some good names whether they be Fandom related, just down right funny, or both. One thing, try to keep a little bit to the theme of him being a chocolate lab and a male. Like coffee beans because they're brown and I think Beans would be a hilarious names. If the name has a nickname please tell me that too. Thank you everyone!!!