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Question for the hardcore fans.
We all noticed Paul's ring through the 60s, magically disappeared around 1970, yes?
Well.
I love the pictures from this concert for many reasons (they looked fabulous), but mainly because if you look closely you'll see Artie wearing a ring on his right ring finger, the very same finger Paul wore his on. And a relatively similar ring too, though of course not identical.
I loved this from the first time I noticed it, and I personally think it did mean something. And I'd love to see more pics of that fuck of a ring, but for the life of me I still haven't found others, only the ones from this specific concert.
Maybe he usually wore it around his neck or something?
Just sayin'.
Still.
In case you didn't notice, I love them.
Simon & Garfunkel
Basically.
paul simon seems like a regular little heterosexual new yorker at first glance but then you hear the way he talks and see how he sits and moves his hands and gestures and well. i hate to say it but he is effete and..delicate....... he's GAY
He never credited Paul for writing Bridge though, uh?
He only literally introduced him as the writer of all the songs they were singing in every goddamn 60s live appearance I've watched/listened to. But he still didn't stress enough that it was Paul that wrote Bridge.
Indeed, a man hears what he wants to hear, and disregards the rest...
Quirky note: Art Garfunkel very frequently introduces himself as “Artie Garfunkel“ or “Arthur Garfunkel” or most eloquently as “Artie Garfunkel - at least alias Artie Garfunkel, now Arthur Garfunkel”.
no fucking way maï😭😭😭😭😭😭
you outdid yourself. i'm going insane over this
Happy birthday.
Pairing : Draken x fem!reader.
Genres : Nsfw, slight fluff.
Warnings: Vaginal penetration. Maybe a bit of praise ?
wc: ~ 1.700
A/N : This fic is 1000% dedicated to @tenrichouku . I wish you a happy fucking birthday baby. I'm so grateful and happy to have you in my life, you're an amazing person (and writer despite you saying otherwise.) I love you too much for my own good, and I hope you'd an amazing day. Enjoy this small gift! ♡
+ sorry if some parts don't make sense or for any grammar mistakes, I wrote it in less than an hour because I was too busy before to write it. And since I wanted to post it today... anyway!
He wasn't mad. No, Ken was stunned. The sight offered to him now did something to him, something he couldn't explain, but he felt it. The way your body looked with his jacket, the way your legs - naked legs- looked under it, it made him hard, instantly. The moment he entered your shared apartment and saw you like that, he knew he would destroy you.
Well, you would never have thought it would be that big of a deal. You've been rummaging through boxes from his teenage years and stumbled upon his old jacket, and found it nice. It was warm enough to cover yourself with it, and since your boyfriend was big -really- it fell perfectly. The small designs looked familiar too and you realised he was wearing the cloth in each photograph he showed you. You didn't think much of it, and it felt warm to wear something he owned. His scent faded away through the years which wasn't surprising, but it was strangely well kept. No holes, no stains… Ken was certainly careful with his belongings.
As he was with you.
You thought it would be a good idea to surprise him with it, and so, only wearing a large tee shirt underneath it -his tee shirt- you started preparing dinner for you and him, since it was soon the end of the day. You knew he would be back early today as it was your birthday, and you wanted to do something for him. You pictured him scolding you as you started cooking, which made you smile. Yeah, Ken would totally complain about how you would still do something for him while it was supposed to be your day.
But when you love someone, you shall return their actions, right?
And so, when you felt two big hands on your hips, you beamed. You were so happy to have him back with you, here, in your home.
"Hey. I didn't-"
"Where did you find it?" You didn't understand what he was talking about at first so you stayed silent, frowning while stopping what you were doing.
"What?"
"The jacket. Where did you find it?" As he repeated his question Ken forced you to turn around, facing him now. You had to lift your head up a bit in order to see his face, but you didn't get what he meant by that. Until something popped up in your mind. You messed up real big this time.
"I- I'm sorry. I didn't know you wouldn't want me to wear it. Let me take it off and put it back in the box." As you nibbled your lip to prevent the guilt from showing, you detached yourself from his hold and got ready to take the way too large jacket off.
"Don't. I didn't ask you to do that. I asked you where you found it, doll."
"In… in one of those boxes. The ones you stuffed with belongings of the past." You felt so small under his gaze, it was so disturbing. The silence was thick, and as you felt like crying, you heard his loud laugh filling the kitchen.
"I see. Well, it's looking fucking good on you. Don't dare take it off." He pressed himself against your body as you automatically sighed with relief. Good, he wasn't mad.
"But take your clothes off. Keep the jacket, I want you naked underneath it." You almost choked on your saliva hearing his request. You didn't know if he was serious, but you knew better than to test your boyfriend. So you complied, eyes on him while slowly taking the jacket off only to remove the large shirt. You weren't wearing any bra, too lazy when you stayed all day inside. Your panties joined the piece of clothing quickly on the floor, by your feet. You tried your best to hide your body with the jacket, but Draken was quick to make you stop.
"Don't hide. I wanna see my beautiful girlfriend wearing it. God, you look so good with it baby. Makes me go insane."
His words affected you deeply, and you could already feel the wetness pooling from your aching core.
"Ken…" your whine was so soft, almost like a whisper. But your hands became more daring as they gripped the fabric of his hoodie.
"Fuck." His growl surprised you but his hands snaking to your breasts were quick to distract you from the sound. As he cupped your tits, Ken leaned and caught your mouth in a heated kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips, forcing the access. Rubbing himself against your thighs, he made sure you felt how hard he was. And by the way he was kissing you right now, he wanted to show you who was the culprit.
His fingers found your nipple and pinched it softly, laughing in the kiss when hearing your small gasp. You were so cute.
His other hand travelled south until reaching your cunt, and Draken didn't lose time, rubbing his digit on your puffy folds, smearing your arousal all over your pussy.
"God. So fucking wet for me. You wanted me to come back home that bad huh? Make you feel good, yeah?"
"Yes. Been thinking of you all day long, Ken."
"I'm here now, doll. Just for you."
Nodding mindlessly to his words, you allowed yourself to lose your shyness for tonight, letting him pull back and lift you up on the counter.
"Keep the jacket, obey me." Nodding once again, your hands going for his braided hair, you tug at it, loving the way it fell easily on his shoulders. Ken was such a handsome man, and you were so lucky to have him.
What you didn't know however, was how your man thought the same about you, obsessing over you all day, fantasizing about all the things he wanted to do to you tonight.
"You're so beautiful like that." His eyes were focused on you and how your naked body looked magnificent with his old cloth. If only he'd known, he would have let you borrow it sooner.
"Make me so soft for you baby. You have no idea." Spreading your legs to accommodate him, you smiled, too flustered to say anything. Your heart beat faster in your chest as his lips attached to your neck, sucking and leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your jugular only to reach your collarbone.
"Gonna make you feel so good. Have to please my girl for her birthday, right?"
"Yes please!" Your eagerness made him laugh as he unbuckled his pants, letting them fall on the ground, close to your clothes. Taking off his boxers, Draken stroked his hard member a few times, coating his length with the leaking pre-cum.
Approaching your figure once again, he brought you closer to him by your knees, making you yelp as your body came close to the edge of the counter, your hands finding balance on his shoulders.
"Please Ken…" Whimpering while looking at him with glassy eyes, begging to be taken, you shivered with pleasure when he slid the tip of his cock over your slit, mixing both of your juices.
"You ready?"
"Yeah. Always for you." Your answer made him smile once again, and bringing one hand to your nape, Ken inserted himself slowly, knowing how big he was, and knowing how tight you were. He didn't want to hurt you, especially not tonight when he just wanted to love you and show you how much you deserved. Your moan got muffled by his mouth, and crying in the kiss as you felt him stretching you the way you liked, you tightened your hold on his hair.
"Fuck. So warm for me." His comment did nothing but fuel your desire for him, and Ken could feel it by the way you clenched around him. Finally fully inside, he started moving, thrusting his hips rather quickly, finding a steady rhythm as his grip on your hips intensified. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and your juices coating his length each time he pulled out were driving him insane.
But the sight offered to him topped it all.
Your cheeks were flushed red, your eyes open and shining with tears. Your lips, beautifully swollen -due to the abusing amount of kisses you two shared- were parted, making it easy for him to hear your pretty broken voice crying his name.
He quickened his rhythm when he noticed how your nails dug deeper in the flesh of his biceps as he hit a particular spot. Making sure to abuse it again and again, Ken groaned in your mouth, drool mixing as one of his hands entangled with your hair, bringing you, if possible, closer to him.
You felt so good. You could feel the way his dick throbbed inside you, and the veins adorning his length. Your boyfriend was huge, but nothing you couldn't handle. Each time needed prep, but tonight was different. The wetness leaking from your hole has been enough to make him slide in and out of your pretty pussy, and now that your orgasm was approaching, you felt like screaming. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you deeper, you circled his hips with your legs, locking Ken between them, his fat cock driving you crazy. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, you began to chase it, slowly moving your hips in unison with his to meet his thrusts halfway. Taking his hand which was on your hips, you moved it to your clit, begging him silently to help you reach your end.
Ken smiled in the kiss. He knew you by heart after all. All shy and timid but when he was balls deep inside you, you lost all inhibition. Rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves, he let you grip his hair harshly as your legs shook around his body. He felt how hard you clenched around him, and tensing his abs, he grunted loudly. With one final thrust and you arching your back to meet his chest, cumming hard on his cock, he emptied himself inside your gummy walls, filling you up to the brim.
Slowly detaching himself from you, he cupped your cheeks and pecked your lips a few times before smiling at your fucked out expression.
"I love you so fucking much. Happy birthday again, baby."
Holy shit holy fuck
Why am I so in love with Bas omg omg he made me so shy this ep
Ngl if I was Kla and that's how he treated me first time I too would be his little bitch for life
His voice.... His body... His face... Mostly his soft voice is what's getting to me
Fuck I'm so red
Normally I'm like oh maybe meeting an actor would be nice.
Nope not him. He says swadee and I'll fold
So like what’s gonna happen when Omega comes back from the rebellion with a boyfriend?? My guess is that Crosshair takes up sniping again
Bobbitty bippity
Breathing is now a conscious activity
selfshipping as an adult is kind of funny cuz it’s like yeah i have an imaginary friend and they rearrange my guts sometimes too
Harry: Snape's Patronus was a doe.
Voldemort: So?
Harry: The same as my mother's.
Voldemort: Snape was in love with James too?
Harry: What? No! That’s not what I said.
Voldemort: Are you sure? Kinda sounds like that's what you said.
Harry: ...
Harry: Oh my god maybe he was.
Snape in the afterlife: *facepalming*