25, And 7 With Reader/Kurt Wanger

sharing is caring - hobie brown

instead of seeing hobie as the possessive type, i imagine him to be the type to show you off

consistently claiming that a pretty peng ting like you deserves to be showcased any and everywhere

and that starts with his friends

it starts with him pulling you backstage to meet his other band mates, all very fine darkskin men who seem to adore you although you never met

one of them pulls you to sit next to him on the couch, that smells closest to weed and alcohol, and makes sure he pulls you close

another sits beside you and puts his hand on your knee, making you feel somewhat comforted, unsure prior to meeting them that they would like you

it becomes a little more heated when you’ve been pulled, inch by inch, onto the fifth and final bandmates lap, realizing that a circle’s being formed around you, effectively trapping you in

at some point, you realize what’s happening when the hand that was previously on your knee has been moved to your inner thigh, inching dangerously close to your cunt that’s getting wetter upon your realization

you look to hobie who’s sitting in front of you, who’s already staring at you and you realize that all conversation has stopped in trade of staring at the two of you

“if you want it to stop just say the word and everything gets shut down, understand?” hobie says, now on his knees in front you

the meeting ends with the memories of someone’s cock down your throat, taking it the way you would hobies, who’s arguably larger than the one that’s cumming down your throat for the second time

the meeting ends with you bent over that same couch, going boderline stupid with how deep they were in your pussy, making wet noises that paired with a puddle underneath you from when hobie was sucking on your clit and made you squirt (to losen you up in his words)

it, finally, ends with hobie wiping cum off your face, from when two of his bandmates stood over you and told you to open that “pretty mouth” and seconds later, was told to close it and swallow everything that actually made it into your mouth

and later that night when your reminiscing about how they helped you to your feet and back into your clothes with a kiss to your head (and if they could sneak it, one to your lips) you wondered if next time, you could convince them to fill you up the way you mentioned to hobie when the idea first came to mind

Does Nightcrawler like his mini-me?

He likes them very much!

RAFAH NOW !!

Today, the refugee tents in Rafah were bombed at night! Innocent Palestinians were killed in a moment of nighttime calm! What kind of tyranny is this? This atrocity occurred just hours after the International Court of Justice's decision to ban entry to Rafah. Israel is sending a clear message to the world that it does not care about anyone. In the video footage, someone can be heard screaming, "Oh my God, my daughters are in those tents that were bombed!"

Today, I sent some of my family's donation money to Palestinian families in Rafah to help them move to Gaza. I don't think they survived this! My God, what are we living through?

Do Not Stop Talking About Palestine !!

Please donate and help this palestinian family

I'm writing this post to bring attention to the GFM campaign of @nor-famaily, a mother of five in Gaza.

Last week, Nour came very close to dying. She was out getting food for her family when a building close to their tent was bombed. Because of the injuries Nour suffered, she now has to rely more on her children, the oldest being only 13, to secure water and food for the family's survival.

If you have the means, please consider donating. Even a small donation could make a big difference!

-> Donation link

Currently at: $9,145 / $90,000

For information on how this campaign has been vetted and organized, see this post by @/killy.

vetted palestinian campaigns 31/7

please pick two to donate to & to share to your own followers or on other social medias, in group chats & anywhere you can tell people about the pressing matter of helping people rebuild, evacuate or continuing their educations.

Help Munna Tashmali's Family Rebuild Their Home & Future // @monashamali // vetted by @/nabulsi // £8,820/£30,000

Help Mahmoud Khalaf save his family // @mahmoudkhalafff // #151 on vetted spreadsheet // €19,203/€30,000

Help Adham Ayyad's family with relief, crossing fees & education // @stupendouswolfearthquake // vetted by @/90-ghost // kr6,941/kr300,000 SEK

Help Noor Alanqar's Family Rebuild Their Lives // @noor-alanqar // vetted by @/90-ghost // €17,139/€40,000

Help Amna Marwan Evacuate Her Family to Safety // @amnahab // vetted fundraiser (#247) // €13,292/€40,000

Save Ahmed Altaban & His Family // @ahmed4palestine // vetted by @/90-ghost // $14,723/$20,000 USD

Help Ola & Her Family in this Crisis // @olagaza1 // vetted fundraiser (#205) // $23,030/$50,000 USD

Help Oday & His Family Evacuate And Rebuild // @oday-alanqar // vetted by @/el-shab-hussein // €1,161/€50,000

Help Mohammed & His Five Children Recover and Rebuild // @mohammadyaser1980 // vetted by @/wlwaerith // €13,910/€35,000

Help Ahmad & His Family Evacuate From Gaza // @children-gaza vetted by @/90-ghost // €4,840/€15,000

Help Musab & His Family Rebuild // @musababd // vetted by @/90-ghost // £2,318/£8,000

Help Muhammad Al-Habil & His Family Evacuate // @alhabil // vetted fundraiser #166 // €20,472/€50,000

Help Ahmed Halas & His Family Evacuate // @ahmeadhilles // vetted @/90-ghost // €3,145/€80,000

Help Dr. Ahmed M.A. Hamad & His Family Escape // @drahmedhamad2 // vetted @/apollos-olives // kr5,398/ kr400,000 SEK

Help Hadeel Mikki & Her Family Escape // @hadeelmekki // vetted @/90-ghost // €10,970/€35,000

Help Salahaldin Ahmad Khalil Hor & His Family Evacuate // @salahaldinahhorsblog // vetted by @/90-ghost // €4,306/€40,000

WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

"Oooh your in troooouble!" Dina snickers while transferring the bacon to her plate, "I put the clock in Peter's room so he'd get up, but then he put it here" she told erik "do you want eggs? I'm making some for me and peter" She asked cracking eggs onto the pan and making the shells disappear.

"sorry dad I was a bit sloppy cause I was tired, I got stuck with doing gym class with the younger kids" Peter tried to defend himself as he took his bagels out of the toaster and put cream cheese on both "really? You can run through the whole mansion twice without breaking a sweat, but playing dodgeball with ten year olds puts you outta commission?" Dina asked

"yes, now egg please" Peter said and dina snapped her fingers and her henna light up causing two of the eggs to appear on Peter's bagels "thank you" he said sitting down and chowing down on his bagels

Dina then turned to her dad and took the silver key that he offered "thank you baba"

@weebwholovesuchihasasuke Because you Like/Reblogged

Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.

"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

"I saw my sitto and the rest of my dad's family every year for egyptian holidays, we alo saw them for a bit while traveling to my mom's side of the family for their holiday's, Cairo was easier to catch a plane to than Jerusalem apparently" she explained.

while opening the menu she was given, it looked handmade from the handwritten descriptions of the food which were sorted by country to the colorful little drawings of the food next to the description.

"My teta my mothers mother and she didn't do as much cooking do to her arthritis, instead she would mostly sit in the living room with me and my aunties folding laundry" dina let out a stifled giggle

"she made me and my brother learn how to do laundry, make tea and hold our baby cousins properly 'how are we conna be good future husbands if you can't even do that' she'd always said smiling.

it felt soo nice to talk about her family without being guilty about running away. That way of thinking did dare tarnish these memories tonight "mama wasn't impressed with how much much Daniel and I burnt our hands tryna pour one cup of tea for teta every Christmas and Ramadan"

@weebwholovesuchihasasuke Because you Like/Reblogged

Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.

"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

I’m nothing if not a Magneto apologist and I refuse to be sorry about it