What-part-of-forever - Mery 🎀

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the problem with visual platforms like instagram and tiktok (or ones that limit the amount of words you can use like twitter) is that they are inhospitable to complex discussions of themes and narrative. which is why booktok/booktwt are both so stupid. they incentivise u to aestheticise reading to the point where even your personal annotations are more for the benefit of an unseen audience than for yourself. fuck understanding or interrogating the book that youre reading. what u need is likes and retweets. don't buy a book that will make your bookshelf ugly. don't crack the spine, read it once, or read the ebook and keep the physical copy purely for display purposes. only read about hot people, young people, middle class english speaking westerners. only read about people who are exactly like you. you must never be pretentious you must never be overly serious you must never be ugly. etc. its all very miserable

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this is something ive been doing every year just to see the development in my art and babes? im telling you this: keep it up. your growth never stops!

some doodles I did in the past few weeks!! ✨

I prefer Tall Girl over most of the Netflix romance/comedy/coming of age films because it DOESN’T have Noah Centineo as the male love interest.

lady killer ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2475

request?: yes!

@bakerkells​: “Can i get the song often with mgk?”       

description: in which the self proclaimed “lady killer” will do anything to try and get the one girl who won’t even look his way

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut!

based off of this song

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She was really driving him insane. Colson wondered if she was doing it on purpose, or if she truly understood what she was doing to him. Sitting there in her tight dress, all her goods nearly popping out, draped over some asshole that was whispering things in her ear to make her giggle.

(Y/N) was Colson’s stylist. She had started working with him and his crew just a few months ago. From the moment Colson laid eyes on her, he knew he wanted her. And Colson was used to getting what he wanted, especially when it came to girls. He was a lady killer, women had a hard time saying no to him. So you can imagine his surprise when (Y/N) laughed in his face the first time he tried to hook up with her.

“Are you serious?!” she had asked. “You’re technically my boss, and I take my job very seriously. Besides, I’ve heard the stories about you. I’m not gonna fuck you just so you can dump me like those other groupies you’ve hooked up with.”

Rejection was new to Colson, but at first he didn’t let it get to him. That same night he ended up going home with another girl that had been all over him. But after he had sent the girl along her way, he realized the sex had been different. He wasn’t thinking about the smoking hot girl he had had pinned under him. Instead his mind was on (Y/N), and how much he wanted it to be her.

He never gave up. He regularly flirted with her, which was easy to do when she worked for him and regularly got to see him in very little clothes since she was his stylist. But she was persistent in saying she wasn’t going to sleep with him. Somehow, she was the only girl able to turn Colson down continuously, especially when he was throwing himself at her.

He didn’t think he was going to run into her tonight. He had gone out with his friend group for a night off after a long tour, and happened to spot a familiar face across the bar.

“Yo Kells, you good?” Slim asked him. Colson barely heard him. He was so focused on the guy with his hand on (Y/N)’s thigh. Slim followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. “Oh fuck, that’s (Y/N)! I didn’t realize she was seeing someone.”

“She’s not!” Colson snapped.

“Sure looks like she is,” Rook commented. “At least, she will be. She’s totally into that guy.”

Colson was sure his friends were just trying to get a rise out of him, and it was working. He slammed his drink down on the table that the group was sitting at and stood, knocking his chair back onto the floor. Against his better judgement, he approached (Y/N) and her companion. He was unsure of what he was going to say or do, he just knew he wanted to get that asshole away from (Y/N).

“What the fuck are you doing?” was the first thing out of his mouth when he finally reached them.

(Y/N) looked up at him in shock. “Colson? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Colson responded. “Who’s this fuck face?”

“Excuse me?” (Y/N)’s companion asked.

“You heard me, fucker,” Colson hissed.

“Colson!” (Y/N) snapped. “This is none of your fucking business! Go back to whatever girl you’ve been sucking face with.”

“Is this like an ex or something?”

“No, he’s just my boss. Don’t worry about him, Hayden.”

Colson snorted. “What kind of name is Hayden? Sounds fucking stupid.”

Hayden nearly threw (Y/N) to the floor as he stood up to get into Colson’s face. “Listen, I don’t know what your problem is, Colson, but my lady asked you to leave us alone, and I’m asking you the same thing. Leave us the fuck alone.”

“I hate to break it to you, pal, but she isn’t your lady. She’s mine. Even if she wasn’t, I’d be doing a favour by saving her from a small dicked fuckhead like you. You’ll never be able to pleasure her like she deserves.”

Hayden swung at Colson. Colson dodged the blow and swung at Hayden, hitting him square in the jaw. (Y/N) screamed and tried to get between them to stop them from fighting, but her attempts were null. As Hayden attempted to get to his feet, Colson took hold of him and hit him again, affectively breaking his nose and causing it start bleeding. The crowd around them had backed away to watch the fight, although it was short lived once the bouncers came and took hold of Hayden and Colson to throw them out.

(Y/N) followed the two outside. She approached Hayden first, who shoved her away and said some choice words that made Colson even more angry, before walking away from the two. (Y/N) turned her fury onto Colson, hitting him repeatedly until he was finally able to constrain her.

“Get the fuck off of me!” she hissed. “You’re a fucking asshole! Why the fuck would you do that? What happens between me and any guy outside of business hours is none of your concern!”

“It is my concern!” Colson snapped.

“No it’s fucking not, Colson!” (Y/N) exclaimed, frustrated. “You’re just making it your business because you want to get into my pants! I can’t take it anymore! I fucking quit! I don’t want to be anywhere near you, I don’t want to ever hear from you again, I don’t even fucking want to hear your name said ever again!”

She hit Colson again for good measure before pulling away. She ran her fingers through her hair, looking in the direction that her date had just gone. She truly didn’t mean for the night to turn out like this. Sure, she didn’t have any intentions of second date with Hayden. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to finish their first date. He had started getting handsy the moment they got to the club, and it made (Y/N) feel uncomfortable. But then she had seen Colson, and a spark of jealousy had lit inside of her. She knew he was there to find some girl to hook up with, it was a regular occurrence after all. She wanted to make him jealous, but she didn’t expect for him to get physical with Hayden.

Not that she’d ever admit it to his face, but (Y/N) did find herself attracted to Colson the moment she had met him. But she had heard the stories, everyone had of course. Most his conquests were plastered all over social media or tabloid websites. (Y/N) wasn’t looking for a hook up, she wanted something real. So, although it was hard to do, she kept Colson at arm’s length and constantly rejected any of his advances. Doing this, and then having to watch him hook up with other girls was hard, but she knew it was better off this way than to finally give in to Colson, and have to watch him throw away whatever happened between them as if it were nothing.

Noticing the sadness and frustration on (Y/N)’s face, Colson started to sober up. He realized what he had done, all because he was jealous of a girl that was nothing more to him than his stylist. He sighed heavily to himself. “(Y/N), I’m sorry.”

The words caught (Y/N) by surprise. She turned to look at him, shocked. “Really? The great Machine Gun Kelly, the self proclaimed lady killer himself, is apologizing for ruining the date of a girl he’s been trying to fuck for like a year? You really must be drunk.”

“I mean it!” Colson insisted. “What I did was wrong. It is none of my business who you want to go out with. I just saw that fucker with his hands all over you and…well…I was jealous. I acted without thinking. I really am sorry.”

(Y/N) looked at Colson for a moment, before crossing her arms at him. “Why do you want to hook up with me so bad? Have you ever gone after other girls like this before?”

Colson shook his head. “No, this is new to me. I don’t get it either, there’s just…something about you.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “It’s probably because I’ve rejected you so often. I’m the ultimate hard to get or some shit, right?”

“No!” Colson exclaimed. “Fuck, it’s not that at all! Believe it or not, (Y/N), I really do want a relationship. Like an actual relationship. But it’s hard to find a real girl who wants Colson Baker and not Machine Gun Kelly when you’re famous and the only girls surrounding you are groupies. You’re the only girl I’ve met who isn’t throwing herself at me. You’re different, and that’s so goddamn sexy.”

(Y/N) considered what Colson had told her, and it all started making sense. He had a hard time trusting women as most of them just wanted to sleep with Machine Gun Kelly the rapper, so he just gave into these women and fucked around with no worries of consequences. (Y/N) wasn’t like that. She didn’t just want to fuck him, she wasn’t into just hooking up.

“So,” she started, “you don’t just want to hook up with me? You want to actually maybe try and start something between us?”

“Yes,” Colson responded. It was the first time he had said it out loud, and it felt nice to finally be able to admit it.

A small, sexy smirk crossed (Y/N)’s face as she approached Colson again. “Well then…what if we started something back at your place?”

The suggestion took Colson by surprise, but he recovered quick enough to mirror (Y/N)’s smirk and to hail a taxi.

The ride was excruciatingly long as the two tried to keep their hands off one another. The last thing either needed was a story about how Machine Gun Kelly was getting busy in the back of a taxi with his stylist. They could barely wait when the taxi pulled up to Colson’s house and he paid the driver. They both almost ran to the door in excitement, (Y/N)’s lips attaching to Colson’s neck as he attempted to unlock the door.

When the door closed behind them, Colson shoved her against the wall and starting kissing her hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close to her. Colson ran his hands under her dress, pulling it up around her waist and pulling at her thighs to get her to jump. (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Colson’s waist, feeling his hard bulge rub against her. She whimpered at the contact, making Colson smirk.

“You want this dick, baby?” he asked.

“Fuck, you know I do, Colson,” she managed to moan out.

“You’re lucky I’ve been dreaming of this moment for months, or else I would’ve give it to you so fast and so easily,” Colson teased, kissing her again. (Y/N) nipped at his lip, driving Colson crazy. He carried her over to the couch and threw her down onto it, wasting no time in unbuckling his pants. “Wait, I don’t have a condom or anything.”

“I’m on birth control, it’ll be fine,” (Y/N) insisted. “Please just fuck me already.”

Colson smirked and rolled (Y/N) onto her stomach, pulling her so that she was standing bent over the couch. He pulled aside her thong and pushed himself into her, earning a moan from both of them.

He started thrusting slow at first, allowing (Y/N) to adjust to him, before beginning to roughly thrust into her. The sound of his skin connecting with hers rang out through the silent house, soon being drowned out only by (Y/N)’s screams of pleasure. She gripped whatever she could get her hands on, which at the moment was the edge of the couch, holding on for dear life as Colson pounded her.

Her legs were shaking and she felt as though she wasn’t able to stand up much longer. Her eyes were rolling with pleasure and she tried to bite her lip to quiet down a bit, even though she knew that it was only she and Colson in the house. Of course, there had been plenty of times when (Y/N) had fantasized about fucking Colson, but none of those fantasies could ever measure up to the real thing.

“Fuck,” she moaned when she was final able to form words. “God, I’m so close, Colson.”

“Let it go, baby, I won’t be too far behind.”

Unable to contain herself anymore, (Y/N) let out one last moan as she felt herself hit her climax. As he predicted, Colson wasn’t far behind as he finished inside of (Y/N).

They were both breathing heavily as Colson rested his head against (Y/N)’s shoulder, kissing the exposed skin around her shoulders and neck. (Y/N) shivered in pleasure as she rode out her climax. She whimpered at the loss of contact as Colson pulled away from her, and finally collapsed onto the couch. She watched as Colson left the room, holding up a finger to say “One second”. A moment later, she could hear water running down the hallway.

“Are you running a shower?” (Y/N) asked.

Colson reappeared, now shirtless as well. “Duh. Do you not shower after sex?”

(Y/N) shrugged in response. “Well yeah, but usually not right away.”

“That’s fucking nasty, dawg. I just busted in you and you weren’t planning on showering? Nasty.”

(Y/N) laughed and rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine! But I’m sitting down. My legs feel like putty.”

Colson smiled and walked over to the couch. (Y/N) squealed as Colson picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, where the shower was already warm and running for the two. As she said, (Y/N) sat on the floor and attempted to clean herself that way. She looked up at Colson as he put his head back, letting the warm water run over his body.

“Were you serious about becoming something more?” she asked. “This wasn’t just a way to try and hook up with me.”

Colson looked down at her, a smile on his face. “Well, let’s put it this way, you’re the first girl to stick around long enough to get a shower with me. Most girls would’ve been kicked out by now. I was even considering asking you to stay the night, that’s very rare. Does that answer your question?”

(Y/N) smiled back at him. “Yeah, it does.”

girls who are in love with girls? *french kiss* that’s art

rewatching lotr, and rewatched the hobbit trilogy like 2 weeks ago, and i must say. i love this franchise for all its “i knew a guy who knew a guy” relations. like to give just one example, gimli presumes for a second, like the whole fellowship, that frodo got injured by the cave troll in moria. but he’s actually just fine! because frodo just happens to be gimli’s dad’s boss’s situationship’s nephew, and therefore has the mithril shirt that gimli’s dad’s boss gave to his situationship right before gimli’s dad’s boss led the company to battle against, among others, legolas’s dad. legolas’s old situationship from like last year (60 years ago) was also there and chose, get this, gimli’s dad’s boss’s nephew over him. i love yall

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