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Thread on r/sterlinggrayson, 31 October 2024:HOLY SHIT U GUYSSSSSSSS

u/apollosfan [Author]:Happy Halloween, babes!

u/goodcupbabe:IS THAT. IS THAT????

u/ay__papaya:fuck me with a rake in the PUSSY daddy

u/emm5:u need jesus

u/ay__papaya:thats what your mom said

u/guuguugaga:I thought Ster was a dog person?

u/quiver_gate12:Art & Appie would NEVER

u/trainspot63972:Now we are all members of r/catgirls

u/666graybby:A second plane just hit the Grayling towers, Mr. President. Ster is wearing leather.

u/goodcupbabe:BLACK LEATHER. BLAAAAACK.

u/jdthomas:I need his workout routine, stat. I want to look that good shirtless.

u/pendeHO:he’s discussed it numerous times. check out his interview with vogue.

u/jdthomas:The one from before Goalposts started?

u/pendeHO:yes.and fwiw, he’s not shirtless. a harness counts as a top.

u/ay__papaya:nothing aboutster counts as a top ;)

u/sterlingSTYLE:Anyone got an ID on the cat ears and tail? The low-rise pants are Gucci, probably tailored to be skintight. Looks like they retail for $3K. There are a ton of dupes on Alibaba. The studded boots are Versace, but it’s going to take me a little bit to find out what year. The harness is probably custom. Educated guess says it’s the same person that did the ears and tail; the finish on the leather is identical. As usual, I’m not going to try and track down the eyeliner, shadow, or nail polish, as it’s just too hard. Pics will be up on the blog by morning.

u/sleepyshadow:Bet he’s plugged under those pants.

u/pendeHO:[comment removed by moderator]

u/SG-AUTOMOD:Comments will be removed if they are gratuitously sexual.

u/pendeHO:LET ME LIVE

u/sterlicious1:bet the train is like “here kitty kitty”

u/cabobbyg:PSS PSS

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The Cyclones’ winning streak ends in Week Nine.

You travel north to play the Tampa Terriers. The guys are hyped as hell during the one-hour flight: Tampa’s got a 2-6 record, and beating up on them is all that stands between you and going into your by-week undefeated. Coach spends almost the whole time yelling at the team, warning you that complacency against weak opponents is how contenders fuck up.

“It’s fuggin’Tampa,” Jameson mutters, with a massive eye-roll that he hides behind the seat-back in front of him. He’s in one of the first-class loungers on the chartered Airbus, his long legs spilling into the aisle. Notably, he doesn’t start talking shit until Coach heads downstairs to talk with the press onboard. “Nothin’ to worry about besides putting on a good show for all twelve people who bought tickets.”

“Heard it’s sold-out.” Cordarius Wick, a first-year receiver, somehow found his way up into first-class. You wonder idly why he’s not back in the business seats with the rest of the rookies and the second string, but it’s not like you to get hung-up on cliquey shit like that.

You half-expect Jameson to make an asshole comment, but he just laughs. “All Cyclones fans, bruh! That shithole stadium’s gonna be all green and gold. If they had a stadium in fuggin’ Timbuktu, we’d sell that bitch out too. Gonna smoke that Terriers pack.” Satisfied with himself,he leans back in his seat, his jacked forearms dwarfing the armrests.

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