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Jonathan Joss comedian and actor has been murdered

You've probably already heard.

He's most known for his King of The Hill character John Redcorn. Sadly most comments I've heard from people were, "Now we have to recast Louanne and John"

Which is fucking disrespectful.

Texan news outlets report he was in a fight with a neighbor while visiting his property, which had burned down in a freak fire.

His husband has corrected these claims.

He and Jonathan had been threatened repeatedly while living together there. It was Jonathan's life long childhood home.

They neighbors threatened to burn the house down, before it had burned. And their two dogs burned inside. While getting mail yesterday and when they arrived they found their dogs skull and collar on display as a threat to them. They began crying and grieving. That's when a neighbor began cursing at them and calling them homophobic slurs, and they asked the man to leave them alone as they grieved, and the man without warning lifted a gun from his lap and began firing. Jonathan pushed his husband out of the way and was shot. He saved his husband's life.

His husband wants everyone to know it was NOT a fight and that he and Jonathan were minding their business when there was a deadly homophobic attack

MY GOAT. SHES BACK!!!!! SHES BACKKKKKKKKKKKK

Why have I never seen this before

This is the funniest thing I have ever seen all the other team admins can go home

Subtitles by yours truly

The most adorable clip ever

scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that

Glass of water (oil on canvas) Artist / Emma May Riley

i didn’t see that there was more after the texts and was like “damn i’ll ask for a pt. 2” AND LOW AND BEHOLD there was more i started kicking my feet

THE HARDEST THING TO SIGN - LN4

summary : The hardest thing Lando Norris has signed…? You already know. Hint : a distraction cupped in lace.

listen up : explicit!! smut. p in v. oral (f receiving) dirty talk. 18+

words : 1933 + a couple texts!

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It was supposed to be a joke! No- It was a joke!

Not to Lando Norris, apparently.

You’d been dragged to some hotel by your friend, her ranting about how some F1 drivers are staying there and she might be able to get an autograph. You didn’t really believe this but, low and behold, there they were.

Carlos Sainz signed your friend's hat and she cried when Lewis Hamilton waved. You watched Lando Norris pass by the two of you, his signature quick on your friend's phone case.

You had joked before that he was the hottest out of the drivers. Curly hair, dreamy eyes, tanned skin.

But then again, it wasn’t really a joke. Your friend knew it too- knew how whenever she had F1 on, you’d ask about him.

It became such a running bit that when you were smushed between so many fans, you yelled out to him, “Sign my tits!”

You had expected to get a few laughs, sure! You didn’t expect him to actually turn around.

Lando Norris, apparently, has great hearing. He's in a white Mclaren hat and a shirt that matches, sharpie in hand and fully frozen while staring directly at you.

And then: he’s smiling and walking directly towards you.

Your brow raises, your friend slapping your arm and screaming in your ear. You can’t hear her because holy fuck Lando Norris is ridiculously attractive.

He’s in front of you way too quick, uncapping the sharpie before meeting your eyes. You want to laugh, want to do anything so he doesn’t see how pink your cheeks have gotten.

Instead, you tug the top of your tank top down, the lace of your bra sticking out. You don’t miss the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat, in fact, it makes you smile.

His hand slips onto your side, steadying you with one large hand while the other moves in closer with the sharpie. “What’s your name, love?” His voice is quiet, waiting for you to answer even with the people around.

“Y/n.”

He smiles at this, “I’m impressed, Y/n.” Then his gaze dips back to your chest, the marker finally meeting your skin and dragging across in an unusually careful signature.

You watch his face while his hand moves up your side, partially cupping your boob and something he’ll definitely blame on grip. Your chest rises with your words, “Impressed at my tits or my nerve?”

He laughs, finishing his signature, “Both? You’re pretty brave, I'll give you that.” His eyes are piercing, even in the night.

Lando steps back, removing his hand from your top and capping the sharpie. Your skin is cold now without his touch and as he’s about to leave, you do something incredibly reckless and possibly embarrassing. “Can I give you my number too or is that too brave of me to ask?”

He stops again, a small smirk on his lips that makes them all the much more kissable. Someone’s yelling at him from the front of the hotel, telling him to hurry up.

He turns back, biting the cap off the sharpie just before he hands it to you. Without thinking it through, you grab his arm and scribble your number down. He’s looking at you when you finish, handing back the marker as the voice yells again. Without any other words, He gives you one last look before returning to his fans and hurrying up the steps.

Your friend shakes you, “Holy shit! Lando Norris just signed your cleavage!” You don’t say anything, just blink down at the mark on your chest before pulling your arms closer to you, “Oh my god…” your friends voice gets quieter, “You’re going to fuck Lando Norris.”

You stand outside room 629, just staring. You haven’t texted him, haven’t even knocked. You’re about to give in to your anxiety and turn around but the door swings open and there he is.

Grey sweatpants. No shirt. Hair wet.

Suddenly, you can’t breathe. “Hey.” He says a little breathless, like he was running around trying to clean up or some shit. “Come in!”

The room is huge, bigger than anything you’ve ever stayed in, that’s for sure. “Cool room…”

Lando scratches the back of his neck, shutting the door as your eyes wander, “Yeah uh… they like me here, I guess.”

You sit on his bed, crossing your legs and leaning back. He’s still standing across the room when you smile. “You nervous?”

“I don’t do this-”

You raise a brow, not believing him in the slightest. “Hook up with girls who you just met?”

“Fans.” he clarifies, walking closer, “I don’t hook up with fans.”

You blink, “I’m not a fan.”

“You’re not?” He’s genuinely confused now and for a second you’re worried you might have ruined some sort of fantasy for him.

You shrug. “Of your face, maybe. But I honestly know nothing about you except that you’re really fast and extremely hot.”

“Don’t forget willing to sign a girls chest.”

You grin as he stands in front of you, looking up at him, his body. “Oh I don’t think I'll ever forget that.” You pull your hoodie off, the signature untouched, your shirt gone.

He’s staring again.

“You’re really fucking hot.” he breathes out, his fingers brushing over his signature.

You tug at the waistband of his sweats, looking up at him, “Show me how hot you think I am.”

He starts to kneel, capturing your lips with his before he goes any further. He’s a great kisser, so experienced that you start to think you’re special.

But then again, how many girls get to have Lando Norris kneel in front of them?

His hands find your bra, the lace flimsy and easy for him to slip his fingers under. You groan at the contact, his knees hitting the floor as he pulls you in, kissing down your stomach.

His hands are huge, a fact that you definitely remember from earlier, how he touched you in front of all those people.

He slips your sweats off, groaning at your matching panties. “Fucking perfect.”

“Picked well huh?” You let out an unexpected moan when he kisses up your thigh.

“Just glad you yelled at me.” You want to squeeze your legs together, the feeling so intense already but then you’d crush him. He takes your panties off next, slipping his tongue between your legs and making your back arch on the bed.

“Shit.” You bite your lip, your hand going to his hair. He groans when you tug at his curls, a sound you could never get tired of.

He finds your clit faster than expected, now making you really squeeze your thighs together. He grabs your knee, pushing it back so you don’t suffocate him, though you don’t think he’d mind.

You moan, your head back on the bed and hand pushing him into you more. “Fuck, Lando!” his name slips out and you swear you can feel him smile against you.

He stops suddenly, making you instantly upset. “Those eyes…” He shakes his head at you, standing up to come over you a bit, “Ness to see your face when I make you come.”

His fingers plunge into you, choking out a moan as he just grins stupidly at you. “Take my fingers baby…”

His words make it more intense, makes the rush ten times hotter. He pins your wrists over your head after you try to touch him, “Wanna see you whine for me first.”

And whine you do, bucking your hips into his hand while he laughs. He kisses you while you’re squirming, trying to kiss back but when your legs start to shake, you know it’s no use.

You come in a flash of white heat throughout your body. Moaning as his lips meet your tit.

You make a mess on his hand, on the sheets. Something he brushes off with more kisses. You try to sit up, try to tug at his waistband, but he stops you, “Let me-”

“Fucking need you… your pussy. Your mouth later.” You bite your lip, palming the growing bulge behind the fabric. “F’king hell.”

“Whatever you want, lan.” He kisses you harder at the nickname, keeping your legs spread with his knee.

“God…” He kisses your chest, licking around your nipple as you groan. “When you first asked- I thought about doing this to you immediately. Such perfect tits-”

You slip your hand in his pants, his dick hard as he moans around your boob. He shoves his sweats off, climbing over you while trying to kiss you at the same time.

“Just fuck me-” You say between kisses, making his smile grow as well as his hard on.

“So bossy…” But he gets ready anyway, lining himself up with you and slowly pushing in.

You bite your lip at the stretch, thinking back to how fast he came back to you earlier, “So obedient.”

He scoffs, fully in you now. Everything melts away, the feeling of him in you makes your vision go blurry and your voice go hoarse.

He whines, loudly, pushing in and out to start. “I feel like you were fucking made for me.” He’s so hot it almost hurts, his body tight and so eager for you.

“You’re telling me-” he’s slow but intentional. Every thrust comes another swear word or moan. The hotel room is soon filled with the sound of skin slapping and sounds, smelling like sex.

He flipped you over for a second, your face pushed into a pillow and your back arched farther than it’s ever gone. You cry out into the pillow, your moans muffled while he throws his head back freely.

It doesn’t last long because the next thing you know, you’re on top of him. “Fucking… shit- ride me.” He stutters out as you grind on top of him.

He adds a finger, making your back arch that much more. When he takes it out, he’s grinning like a mad man. Bringing his hand to your face, he slips his thumb between your lips, making you whine at the sudden taste.

“Suck.” And you do. Taking his tongue into your mouth, you lick and suck it all while keeping eye contact.

You grip his bicep, throwing your head back like a fucking porn star. He watches you, watches your tits bounce with his name across them. He’s scared he might cum right then because of how fucking erotic the whole scene is.

Your pace slows, holding onto his thigh now while he holds onto your waist, making sure you don’t fall over. You’re sweaty, your hair falling behind you in a moment of pure bliss.

You cum on him seconds before he rushes you off, cumming on your thigh with a groan.

His arm is across you, your feet tangled and you just breathe. It’s hot, his skin on yours doesn’t make it any better but you wouldn’t want anything different.

He cleans you up and by the time he’s back in bed, you’re half asleep. “I should go-” but you make no effort to move.

“Stay.” He kisses your shoulder, “Wanna care for you…” He drops his head between your shoulder and a pillow, making you smile. “Was that okay?”

“Okay? Much better than okay.” You breathe, finding your fingers in his hair in a much more innocent way now.

“Good. You’re really fucking good.”

You smile, “So, first time fucking a fan. How was it?”

He looks up, “Thought you said you weren’t one?”

“After that? I definitely fucking am.”