// For The Ross People //

Reddit fans of the band need to shut the fuck up.

It's not your business where those fans get money to attend multiple shows or why they can travel to different parts of the world to see the band. People decide how to spend their money and it is nobody's business. You don't pay for their trips, so I don't see what the problem is. Stop being bitter and jealous, find more interesting things to do than complain that someone is living the life they want. You're a bunch of toxic twats.

He is so marriage material it’s not fair 😭

not the cryptic video…

wanker! fifteen quid as well, you stupid cunt!

ROSS OUR SAVIOR. AMEN. 🧎🏻‍♀️

scratchy

"Are you sure?" he asked while his hand gently touched one of her cheeks.

She smiled and nodded. She must look like a crazy person right now, but she loves him so much. His concern. His beauty. Fuck, he is so beautiful.

"You were just doing it, why are you asking me now?" she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. She knew what all of this was about. They had already had this conversation months before. He resisted a bit, frowning in an adorable way.

"I know, babe," Ross' thumb touched her chin as he delicately moved her head to check the rest of her skin. "But your face is getting a bit red and I think it's my fault."

She had to laugh.

When it came to her and her well-being, Ross could sometimes be prone to exaggeration. She was sure her face wasn't red, nor did she feel uncomfortable in any way. C’mon, she had been kissing this same bearded man for a long time now!

"Ross, are you really going to make me ask you to kiss me?"

Now it was his turn to laugh.

"Hey, I just don't want to hurt you," this time he took her face in both hands and looked into her eyes with a smile. "But that could be fun."

"Kiss me, you idiot," she said aggressively, grabbing him by the lapel of his jacket and Ross comically opened his mouth in shock. "Please."

Taking advantage of the momentum, Ross pressed his lips firmly against hers. They both smiled into the kiss for a few seconds until Ross' arms lowered to her waist and she brought herself even closer to his body. Her fingers traced the hairs on his face slowly as she kissed his soft mouth. She thought of something she wasn't going to tell Ross anytime soon (at least not today): that scratchy feeling that lingered on her skin every time he kissed her was one of the things she loved most. In life. It was a small continuation of a moment they shared, just for her. And also a physical reminder of him. On her. When his tongue touched her lips, she snapped back to reality.

"You didn't hurt me last week, or yesterday, or just now, so just kiss me," she gave him a peck before wetting her lips in preparation for what she knew would be a delicious afternoon in the company of her boyfriend. "And never stop."

Ross grinned and thought to himself while watching her shiny lips. He felt a little bad admitting it but he knew he would be unable to stop kissing this beautiful, amazing creature whether she likes it or not. He wants her too much. He telepathically apologized for the beard burns and trapped her bottom lip with his bad, bad mouth.

Matty (about Ross): At Jiu Jitsu? He'd be mint. He's so long. Ross: Too big. Matty: And heavy. No! What do you mean too big? That's a ridiculous thing to say. Ross: Wouldn't I have to be quite agile? Matty: No, you need to be heavy and be able to lie on someone until they can't breathe. Ross: Well, I can do that. Matty: Exactly.

The face of a man who’s had ENOUGH

(Edit: also the Coke can always at the scene of the crime)

some Ross appreciation before Talk! at Leeds (x)

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