Master of Desaster

he can’t help it. he makes a grindr account, but it’s a blank profile with a fake name. there’s an option on grindr to say that you want unsolicited nsfw pics, whitaker has it set to yes, so robby starts out so eloquently with a pic of his cock. there’s a bead of precum on the tip because he’s already about to bust just thinking about whitaker seeing it

whitaker, meanwhile, has his hand down his pants as well, because he can see grey hairs around that dick—this isn’t a catfish or scam trying to pretend to be a sugar daddy, this is the real deal. an actual, living dilf that wants him.

at first, they simply communicate through nudes. we’re going trans headcanon for this one, so whitaker’s sending videos of him fingering himself, desperately rubbing his tdick with the palm of his hand, bucking his hips, the whole shebang. full face visible and everything. he wants this nameless dilf’s cock so bad.

but then, robby starts sharing his fantasies: those eyes looking up at him, wet, trying to fit more of robby’s cock down his throat; whitaker with his ankles to his earlobes, folded in half. pretty tame, tbh. so when whitaker starts sharing his fantasies of doing it in public bathrooms or of feeling the cum inside, it lights a fire in robby. it’s a lecherous jealousy—would whitaker just take a risky creampie from any old stranger? on one hand, he’s worrying about whitaker—that’s dangerous for many reasons. on the other, he needs to lock this “baby boy” down, make it so that he’s only begging for robby’s cum. the idea of whitaker taking another man’s cock suddenly creates a deep, twisting pit in robby’s stomach. it makes him shoot ropes.

At the 1985 Labour party meet, the motion to support LGBT rights as a party was passed due to a block vote from mining unions.

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This was my first sweater knitted in the round, first stranded colourwork project, and my first time steeking. It was definitely my most challenging project so far, and a lot of learning and research was involved. I used a colourwork chart created by the very talented Molly Gifford, which is available for free on Ravelry

For reference, this is one of the fragments uncovered from the gravesite:

Some scholars think that the Oseberg tapestry includes the earliest known artistic depiction of Odin's ravens, Huginn and Muninn. So I added them to the sleeves as a little Easter egg.

So ok look. The point is not the flared leg by itself. These cannot be yoga pants. These are, and you have to understand this if you are too young to have worn them, BLUE JEANS. And this was the last years before all jeans were 70% spandex.

They were denim, and they weren't bell bottoms. They hung loose from the knee in a way that would make a wizard envious. We all walked around like we were wearing hakama. And they dragged on the ground. That was important. Ragged cuffs. If your jeans weren't so long that they had ratty cuffs, they were embarrassingly short.

And the thing about denim is that it's a twill weave and it's cotton. So not only does it hold a lot of water, it wicks. Walking around in these suckers on a wet day could get you wet to the knees even if you never stepped in a puddle.

Then you'd go inside and take off your shoes and try to avoid letting your freezing, wet, filthy pant legs touch your skin.