💀ily Nick

I want to talk ab the met gala for a brief brief second okay.

To the people saying “you don’t know what it’s about! It’s art!” Okay?

That isn’t the issue here. It’s the fact that celebs pay 75k a ticket but won’t donate a dime to Palestinian aid. A lot of celebs are so greedy with their money it’s absolutely insane.

I love the met gala looks because I love fashion. And while I understand that people may admire the looks that have been put out, I think we really need to stop putting these celebs on a pedestal and take notice of the ones ACTUALLY trying to do something (Macklemore, The Weeknd, hunter schafer, etc). These quiet celebs are VERY IMPORTANT when it comes to these causes. They have an insane amount of power (regardless of how much they deny it), and they DO. NOT. USE. IT.

75k is nothing to them, and yet they let thousands upon thousands of people suffer at the hands of the idf and allow men, women, and children to be raped, bombed, and murdered— all while preaching about activism and human rights.

Fuck them. FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

leaked

synopsis - matt and shy!reader's sex tape gets leaked.

pairing - matt sturniolo x shy!reader

content warnings- smut, angst, mentions of panic attacks,etc.

requested by anon

matt sturniolo, your ex fling. you would say boyfriend but it wasn't even that.

a summer fling with matt was what you had. you both spent the past summer fucking around. your relationship with matt was good but the sex was even better. but all good things come to an end.

after a summer of rendezvous you and matt went your separate ways. you back to college and matt back to la to be a pursue his youtube career. back to the life you had before you met him, back to normal. during your time together you and matt were very risky and frisky, having sex in public places, taking risky polaroids, and filming sex tapes.

matt had all your sex tapes on his computer in a private folder, he thought he deleted them after you guys broke things off but apparently not. he was beyond confused when his phone began blowing up.

dude did you see the video?, your tape got leaked, check twitter, is this real? was what his messages consisted of. matt ran to check twitter and of course the search matt sturniolo leaked was trending. he clicked it and was bombarded with nude images and videos. his fingers tapped on the first video he saw and his jaw dropped.

matt was met with your contorted face and your naked body. curse him for liking missionary so much. the video progressed and it was just filthy steamy sex. matt couldn't peel his eyes away from it. the way his cock plunged in and out of your pussy, they way you moaned his name, the way your breasts bounced as he fucked into you and your face, the face he just had to keep shoving the camera in. he loved the way you looked when you were in pure bliss and he couldn't help but focus on it.

back then he felt good recording your intimate moments but now he felt like an asshole. if he hadn't recorded then it wouldn't have been spreading like wildfire all over the internet. the worst part of it all is that your face was so clearly in it and he knew how you felt about social media. you hated it, you didn't like people watching your every move. you hated unecessary attention.

matt didn't know how to reach out to you. what was he supposed to say? hey our sex tape got leaked! can we talk?. he felt awful about this whole thing. his face was barely in it and the only reason it was traced back to him was because of his distinct tattoo's and the moans of his name that slipped out.

on the other end you were feeling more than just bad. you had been panicking and throwing up since your best friend called you and broke the news. you felt violated and gross, your everything was in that video. it was hot back then now it felt disgusting. now that thousands of people have seen you like this it was anything but sexy.

your phone buzzing rapidly broke you out of your upcoming panic attack. you picked it up to see matt calling you, speak of the fucking devil. you both hadn't spoken in months, and this being the reason you hear his voice again is devastating.

it was silent until matt spoke up. "sweetheart?". "m-matt" you stuttered out. it felt weird hearing his voice again. you played with your fingers nervously as you waited for him to speak, to explain, to tell you how the fuck this happened. he took a deep breath before responding "i'm so fuckin sorry for this i don't know how the fuck this happened and i'm gonna work on getting it removed but i wanted to reach out to you and apologize personally before handling the hard stuff".

"how did this happen matt? i trusted you fully and you promised me that nobody but us was going to see it!" you said. tears welled up in your eyes and your voice cracked as you were speaking louder than normal. matt sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. he hated hearing you get so emotional. it was out of character for you. you never got loud or had such emotion in your words.

"i'm sorry i thought i deleted them after we split and i keep everything that happened between us so fucking private i swear" matt tried explaining. "please believe me i had nothing to do with this and i will do anything to make it up to you, to fix this" he pleaded with you. your sobs echoed through the phone as you cried, you never wanted any of this. "how matt? how could you possibly fix this" you sighed.

"i don't know but please let me try"

just saw ur welcome post and saw u supported palestine. ily queen.

free palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸!!!

FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

it kinda hurts to see the triplets ignore such prominent things in news like a genocide and modern day colonisation, plus even buying from such places that support isreal (like mcdonalds) and not use their huge platform to talk about Palestine is so disappointing. It’s like they don’t want to come in contact with any type of cancellation at all which kinda makes them look weird but on the better end Larray, Isa and Nailea have my heart.

Just a reminder for people cause I haven't seen many peope posting about it:

If you can, please braid your hair today in honor of Cole Brings Plenty. Cole was a Lakota actor who was found murdered with his hair cut. Rising Hearts has asked that everyone, indigenous or not, wear braids to honor him and remember those that have suffered the same.

If you can't braid your hair, then share posts of others!

Now is also a good time to share some support to indigenous charities, if you're able

https://www.risinghearts.org/

https://landback.org/

https://mmiwusa.org/

https://narf.org/

https://ndncollective.org/

https://www.niwrc.org/

I don't think I could ever love a movie more than the princess and the frog. It's one of those movies that no matter how many times I watch it I will never get tired of it. One of those movies that you can't try to remake because it won't compare to the original. The movie makes me cry every single time I just can't get over how good it is. I feel like I have such a connection with. It's just literally the best movie I could ever watch.

JUST FELL TO MY KNEES OUT OF HAPPINESS

can you do chris headcanons of first time meeting- talking stage- finally dating? i loved your husband and dad hcs 💝

omg this is so cute!!

so the two of you would meet in such a causal setting, like y’all are both shopping and he bumps into you and he’s just immediately awestruck by you because you’re so pretty.

for the rest of the day, he’s thinking about you and he’s a little upset he didn’t ask your name, but you guys run into each other later on in the day at some restaurant so he doesn’t let his chance slip.

while chris seems a little shy around girls for the most part, like going off from what we’ve seen of him on tour he’s very reserved but when he bumps into you again later on in the day he gets this surge of confidence and asks your name and for your number.

and you’re not stupid, when this cute guy asks for your number, you’re immediately giving it to him.

the two of you can’t fight the cheesy smiles you’re both wearing or the blush covering your faces as you guys make small talk, despite chris’ brothers rolling their eyes.

flash forward a couple weeks, you two have been talking and flirting constantly.

i mean texting and facetiming non-stop, there’s never a moment in the day where you are not texting chris about anything.

it’s been about a month and chris won’t shut up about the idea of asking you on a date but he’s too nervous to text you and ask, so nick, who you’ve also grown to be friends, takes the liberty of texting you to come over.

and when you show up, chris is completely shocked and is like “what are you doing here?” and you’re like “nick asked me to hang out!” and nick shows up at the top of the stairs and just flat out says “chris i asked her to come over so you can grow some balls ask her out already because i’m tired of you bitching and moaning about it.”

your face goes bright red and chris is about two seconds from launching himself down the front steps because he’s so embarrassed but you stop him,

“so are you gonna ask me?” “what?” “well according to nick you wanna ask me on a date, so are you going to?”

and his confidence is immediately coming back as he asks you on a date to top golf, and of course you say yes.

the date goes incredibly well, there’s never a lull in conversation, which you thought was impossible because you were sure you guys had talked about everything there was to talk about.

but when it’s your turn to hit the ball, you get nervous because you’ve never really played golf and chris, being the slightly cocky little fuck he is, he’s pulling the move, yknow the one where he’s standing behind you with his arms around you and whispering into your ear, turning you into a flustered mess.

you giggle as he does, making him smirk against the side of your head as you hit the ball, surprisingly sending it flying into the field below, so when you do well, you turn around and press a quick kiss to cheek and he’s now the flustered mess.

as the night progresses, you two grow a lot touchier with one another and chris is convinced he’s already in love.

when he drops you off that night, he asks if he can kiss you, and you agree but he has to take you on a second date.

you both feel the whole cliche sparks thing the moment you kiss and when you close the door, you’re both touching your lips and excitedly giggling to yourselves.

it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that you and chris have each other whipped this far, so after the second date he’s asking to be your boyfriend and you’re pulling him inside just so you can make out with him.

freshman fifteen - c.s

a/n: ….. smut ….. read at ur own risk ….. deleting soon …..

“you go to school here?” the brunette boy you’ve been dancing with for the past 20 minutes yelled over the music blaring through the speakers next to you. it was another friday night at a party in some random college house basement. all of your friends were long gone, calling it quits around midnight. you stayed for the boy, they didn’t want you to stay alone but you insisted.

“yeah! junior! what about you?” you shouted back, you could see him mouth something but you couldn’t hear. “what?” you asked hoping he’d repeat himself. he repeated his words but you couldn’t hear him again. it would be too humiliating to ask him to repeat himself again. you thought his lips mouthed senior so that’s what you went with. you spent a few minutes trying to shift your dancing to a quieter spot. the two of you tucked yourselves away in a quiet corner, each of you holding a plastic cup in your hands.

“much better, i can finally hear you better.” his smirk is prominent and his hand falls on your waist, gripping it to pull you closer. the beer in your cup almost splashes out with his pull. the two of you let out drunken laughs as you realize you would have both been covered in it. “i can’t remember if you’ve told me your name already?” it’s the first time you’ve heard his voice at a normal octave.

“it’s y/n” your cheeks were already hot from the alcohol but the fact that he cared enough to ask your name made them even hotter. your face turned into a red flush.

“mine’s chris.” he took the cup to his lips and took a sip, you watched his mouth intently as he did. his eyes peered over the entrance of the cup at you and you couldn’t help but think what he would look like peering up at you with his face shoved between your thighs. he must have had the ability to read your mind because he pulled the drink away from his mouth and used his free hand to pulled your face up to his. a rough kiss was placed on your lips, his hand left your face and gripped onto your ass firmly. maybe it was the alcohol, but no man has ever been this hot before.

the party was essentially over when you and chris had started kissing, it was just a bunch of people making out in their individual spots, as the music still blasted throughout the room. chris had slowly made his way from your lips down to your neck. he was gentle with his bites, nothing hard enough to leave a mark. you glanced around the now empty basement, everyone had left, it was just the two of you, finally alone. you pulled your cup up to your lips and finished it off, a little dribble of beer slid down from your mouth to your neck and you felt chris lick it up.

“fuck.” you mumbled and you heard chris chuckle to himself as your thighs squeezed together, trying to hold it together just enough to make it out of the basement. “wanna get out of here?” you ask him as he sucks on the sweet spot behind your ear.

“thought you’d never ask, come on, i have a room upstairs.” chris grabs your hand and leads you up the basement stairs. both of you stumbling as you make your way up another flight of stairs. he lives here and you’ve never seen him before, you come to party here at least once a month, what are the odds of that? he opens the door to a bedroom that has bare walls, a half made bed, and pepsi cans all over the nightstand. “sorry it’s a mess, wasn’t expecting company.” he laughed as he gently pushed you against the bed and locked the door.

you watched him carefully as he slid down his sweats, tore off his shirt, and walked over to you. he crawled on the bed and pushed open your legs with his knee. one of his legs were between yours and the other on the outside. “take this off yeah?” he smirked, tugging at the hem of your shirt. you obeyed and tugged off your shirt. chris stared at you for a moment before leaning down and reaching his hands behind you to unclasp your bra. as soon as your chest was exposed he began to plant kisses all the way from your neck to your hips. his saliva was cooling on your kiss and making you desperate.

a soft please escapes your lips as you practically beg him with your eyes to fuck you. chris smirks up at you and uses his free hand to drag your pants down your legs. you kick them off onto the floor and it’s not long before chris finds his face between your thighs. “mmm soaked. you won’t last long.” he buries his face into you and laps up the wetness you’ve created already. it causes you to let out a louder than normal moan and grip onto the sheets. it had to have been a lethal coming of all the pent up tension all night and the lack of sex you’ve had recently because it couldn’t have been more than fifteen seconds of chris’ tongue on your clit before your legs began to shake and you felt your stomach churn.

“mmm that’s it, cum for me.” chris mumbles into your heat as he feels your legs shakin around him. he doesn’t retract his mouth until he’s sure you’ve ridden out your high. you let out a whimper as he pulls away. you felt absolutely mortified that you’ve already finished, and chris could tell. “it’s okay, i teased you all night, now flip over and let me fuck you.” his voice was low and raspy, his command made you forget all about your embarrassment as you flipped over on all fours.

chris placed a hard smack against your ass and then used his left hand to shove your face down into the bed. the motion caused your back to arch in an angle you’ve never been in before. chris uses his free hand to line himself up with you. groans leave his mouth has he slips into you. although you can’t see it, you know chris doesn’t have to worry about size. you can feel him stretch you out from behind.

“oh fuck!” you moan out into the pillow as chris starts thrusting into you rapidly. he adjusts his hand from pushing your face down to grip your hair firmly and pull it back. he yanks the makeshift ponytail back far enough for you to turn your head and be able to see him as he fucks you.

“there’s my pretty girl’s face.” he says before licking his lips in pleasure. chris get immense pleasure for watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as your bodies smack into one another’s. every time chris feels you clench around him, he’s slows down just enough to take you away from another orgasm. after repeating this action two or three times you finally realize that he’s edging you, not himself. he could keep going on forever. the next time he tries to slow his pace, you start to fuck back into him.

“fuck..fuck!” the words spew out of chris’ mouth as he removes his hand from your hair and slithers it down to grip your neck firmly. “cut that shit out, i’m not done with you yet.” he keeps his grip firm around your neck while he slowly thrusts into you. you don’t dare act like a brat again with him. the edging was getting to be too much, you felt the knot in your stomach growing, you started to let your head fall down but chris’ grip pulled it right back up. “look at me while i fuck you.” his thrusts finally picked up some pace and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“i’m gonn-“

“come on, i know you are, i know how good i make you feel.” his words gave you the greenlight to finally let go. chris made you keep yours eyes on him as he pounded into you throughout your high. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you felt your breathing become even more restricted by chris. “you look so pretty with your eyes in the back of your head.”

you controlled yourself enough to look back and see him smiling. his hand released from around your throat but you didn’t look away, you stay focused on him. his tongue licks the area above his upper lip, he’s fully concentrated on watching his dick slide in and out of you.

“come on baby, i know you like the sight but i want you to cum for me.” you manage to get out even though your brain is in a post orgasm fog. you watch chris’ mouth form another smirk as he thrusts aggressively into you a few more times before you see his eyes roll back.

“i’m gonna- fuck!” he practically shouts for all of his housemates to hear. you felt your insides grow warm as chris finished inside of you. you were too fucked out to care. he slowly pulled out and you winced at the removal. “sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“it’s okay.” you tried to say more but you needed to catch your breath. chris snaked an arm around you to flip you over on your back. he admired your body and you watched as his eyes trailed up to your neck and he smiled. he could see the marks his hands left around your neck, if thought you could handle more, the sight alone made him want you again. he chose to take it easy and kiss you some more instead.

“do you want to stay? it’s four in the morning.” he asked as he watched you put your clothes on and check the time on your phone.

“no thanks, my roommate will tweak if i’m not there when she wakes up.”

“want me to walk you back? i don’t feel right letting you walk home drunk and alone.”

“trust me, i think i’m pretty sober after all that.” you laughed and he walked you back downstairs to the front door.

“wait hold on.” he said before he let you walk out. he dug through a coat on the rack near the door and pulled out a wallet. he handed you a 50$ bill. “for the morning after pill, sorry again.”

“it’s okay, thank you.” you smiled at him and tried to walk away but he pulled you back in for a quick kiss goodbye. you knew you must have sobered up quite a bit because you could smell the alcohol on his breath. chris watched you walk off the porch and down the street some before going back inside. you made your way back and crawled into your own bed, silently thanking your friends for forcing you to go out that night.

-

a week had gone by since you slept with chris. you hadn’t seen him around campus at all. you were starting to think he didn’t even go to your school. the only thing that made you believe it is the room he had at the house. you spent the whole week bragging about the guy that could make you orgasm in fifteen seconds. they didn’t remember him from the party last week and you were determined to show him to them. so eager, it was your idea to go back to another party at that house this weekend.

“so what was his name again?” your friend asks as you both grab a beer from the keg.

“chris. i don’t see him yet.” you looked around the room to try and spot him. there’s no way there’s a party at his house and he’s not there. your friends and you lingered around and danced with strangers for a little bit until some guy stood up on a table and made a drunken announcement.

“alright ladies and gents! this is a special night at the hockey house! we have a few freshman players we’d like to welcome..” you stopped listening, uninterested in a bunch of freshman hockey players. there was only one guy you wanted to spot. you kept looking around until your friends started smacking you on the shoulder.

“wait y/n!! isn’t that him? i recognize him!!” you look over to see who she’s pointing at. low and behold it’s chris. it’s chris being introduced as one of the freshman players. your eyes widened and your checks flushed.

“yeah… uh… that’s him.” you were embarrassed to admit it.

“you slept with a freshman! and he made you-“

“shut up!” you yelled at her. you looked back over to chris and saw him looking at you. he smiled in your direction and you tried to politely smile back. you should have asked him again what year he was.

“i have a nickname for him y/n.” your friend’s devious smirk was never good. you sighed.

“what’s that?” you asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

“the freshman fifteen.”

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This. I have not seen ANY videos/pictures/media showing destroyed buildings in israel like I have seen in Palestine. We have seen Palestine being totally leveled: bombed hospitals, houses, schools, everything. But you know what I have not seen? The same in israel. And do not even try to say "oh khamas controls israels media!!!". How? Because thats makes you sound like an antivaxxer flatearther 💀 so your opinion is automatically worthless and waste of space.

Like people make it sound like what happened on oct 7 was like The Rumbling yet I havent seen anything of that level. Yet you could think that it happened in Palestine because of all the evidence.

people treat bisan, motaz and plestia like they're influencers instead of, you know, people who have endured/are enduring war crimes beyond imagining and ethnic cleansing. what I mean is, they never asked to be spokesperson for their people's humanity, or planned to be so visible. they're just people, ordinary people who can never go home, who are surviving colonial violence. what they're doing and what they have done defies any term of admiration or respect I could apply. But I wish that people would stop thinking of these individual Palestinians trying to survive in war zones like celebrities or politicians with actual power because it's just another form of dehumanisation. Ask yourself, what will you do if something happens to Bisan? If she is killed or goes dark or inshallah she escapes? Everyday I see posts like, "if Bisan dies, I'll riot!" riot NOW. speak up, now! Palestinians and Lebanese and Syrian people who aren't going viral on social media are being murdered by the occupation in the 100s everyday. I am begging people to stop hingeing their faith in the free Palestine movement and the movement to end the Zionist occupation on individuals. I love Bisan and Motaz and Plestia with all my heart and pray for them every day, but I'm begging people not to reframe Palestinian liberation through individualism. Support BDS, donate to UNRWA or the Red Crescent Society, listen to Palestinians across Palestine and the diaspora. Your belief in the freedom of Indigenous peoples has to transcend the ones most visible and palatable to you.