connor storrie is so interesting to me bc in his interviews he’s this sweet summer child who gets scandalized by hudson’s freaked out behavior, but then u blink and he’s talking about peeing himself as a child, doing casual aerial acrobatics, having a clown stripper persona, and making music that sounds like ur overdosing on poppers in the bathroom of a gay club that may or may not also been just used for an orgy.
“In The Locker”, Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, & Scott Hunter [Hudson Williams, Connor Storrie, François Arnaud], Heated Rivalry [Promo Image]
Jan, 2026
Tumblr is such a magical place. The mature content filter is shielding me from photos of ballgowns, but you better believe I've seen the entire uncensored ass of those hockey guys every day this week.
So if for some goddamn reason you still have tiktok? Maybe delete it
This shit is dystopian as fuck
Delete it as soon as you can do not fucking use the app at all
1,092 days left
Our scars can destroy us. Even after the physical wounds have healed. But if we survive them, they can transform us. They can give us the power to endure… and the strength to fight. // Parents aren't for telling their children who they're supposed to be. We are here to give y'aII tools, help you make fools of yourselves all on your own. Your choices, Clark. Your actions. That's what makes you who you are.
The Batman (2022) // Superman (2025)
If a girl is to do the same superman thing where he takes off his disguise, we just look pervy. Not the same effect
First of all: bullshit.
Secondly: If you are not doing the Linda Carter spin, then you’re doing it wrong.
how did you do that so smoothly?
thats some broadway musical shit
But seriously, I think I love you.
heck no, i’m callin dibs
Sorry friend, thatseanguyblogs called dibs first. ;)
By the way, folks…
We’re super engaged. Just fyi. :P
Well, we never got around to making a wedding gif, but still super-married and loving it. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Oh So Dutiful - Ezra Bridger
Anonymous asked: Hii! I’m not sure if your requests are closed or not, but could I please request a Ezra Bridger x fem! reader that is cold to people she doesn’t know but when you get to know her, she can be really funny and outgoing? Thank you!!! =)
Anonymous asked: Ahh by any chance do you still write for Star Wars Rebels?? Can hardly find any written content for any of the characters in that show nowadays.
A/N: So…it’s been a minute—two years worth of a minute. I’m so sorry. Hope you found some Star War Rebels material in the meantime. If not, here you go my sweet Anons!
The three times Ezra Bridger asked you a question, and the one time you really answered.
“Will you do this?”
You swallowed, too hard perhaps. “Yes.”
Hera nodded in solemn knowing before she turned back to study the projected display of Thrawn’s ship. Over the curve of her lekku, you noted the Chimaera’s turrets and the wide reach of its bridge. A shudder ran through you, as if Thrawn himself stood within the projection, seeing you through the display and across the stars. Hera’s voice broke you from the dread.
“Then, it’s time to get to work.” The hologram image fizzled out and just like that, you were pulled right back into the fray.
Though, in hindsight, you couldn’t say that you were ever out of it. While your blaster had stayed in its holster after the peak of war, you were still hunched over with Hera mapping out contingencies for the young New Republic. You also always had an open line with Zeb, who, based on Lira San, was monitoring Wild Space for any trace of Imperial sympathizers. Luckily, he and Kallus rarely had anything to report since the Empire’s fall—if there was something afoot, the Lasat had quashed it before you were able to get involved.
Whatever slight distance you had put between yourself and the cause closed with the path to Peridea. Where Ahsoka and Sabine’s voices would have filled gaps and bolstered troops, there was now only you, walking out of the conference chambers and into the open air of a camp that was the still-beating heart of a rebellion that never really died. Well, there was only you and-
“Hey! What’s the mission?!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be on bed rest?” You asked, ignoring Ezra Bridger’s question entirely as he fell into step by your side. The air of the camp, while buzzing, was damp, heavy with an unshed rain. Sweat immediately began to bead along your skin and you could not shake the young, still-sore man at your side. The effects of intergalactic travel were still evident in the bags under his eyes.
“You can’t answer a question with another question,” he chirped, a little more pep in his step than typical for other agents of the rebellion. That was one of the few things you knew about Ezra, pieced together from Hera’s endless collection of charming stories: he was endlessly keen despite living in the thick aftershocks of war. Hearing about his typical attitude was one thing, seeing it firsthand… You gave him a skeptical look, one that earned you a sheepish smile from him and a blush visible through his unruly beard. “I-I just got discharged.”
“Then, ask Hera for your own assignment.”
“Like you really think she’d gimme one?” As he pressed, he kept pace with you with a frustrating ease. You huffed—you had work to do. There was no time to get caught up in Hera’s family drama.
“Think that’s maybe for a reason?” With your, hopefully final, ask, you turned sharply to the right and toward the base cantina. There was a way through to the communication station there—as good a place to start as any. You heard Ezra exclaim something behind you, something like karabast.
“Again with the questions!”
You had to bite back a laugh, the first laugh you had felt rumbling in a while. You let some of the sound trickle out almost sadly as you realized it might be the last you feel for a while too.
