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nematode7 · 7 months
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Disco! Disco!
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mysicklove · 3 months
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wish nanami was older 😔😔😔
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drunknina · 2 years
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E insomma...
Com'è che funziona adesso, tra i 40enni disagiati, cresciuti a coccoline e bacetti da madri maschiliste e sottomesse persino ai figli?
ah si! funziona così:" Guarda, non riesco ad impegnarmi in una relazione seria, perchè 4 anni fa la mia ragazza mi ha mollato e sono traumatizzato. Adesso scusa, ma mamma mi ha preparato la frittata di zucchine senza lattosio e devo andare, sennò si raffredda e io mangio solo appena pronto, sennò butto tutto... però ci sentiamo."
é da un pò che si parla con il resto della sorellanza di questa roba e tutte ripetono lo stesso copione, la stessa recita, identica da parte di "uomini" sostanzialmente disadattati, incompatibili con la realtà, intima ed esterna, incapaci di affrontare relazione di qualsiasi tipo con il prossimo (come direbbe la Bibbia).
e che fai? davanti ad una roba del genere che fai? chi è che ha un'idea? che si fa in questi casi?
perchè personalmente, entro nell'evitamento, mi dimentico come l'essere maschile possa potenzialmente rappresentare un compagno di vita ed inizio a trattarlo come un cagnolino, un gattino, un procione addestrato... 'na specie di animale da compagnia, insomma.
lo so, lo so, è sbagliato, ma mi viene spontaneo... sennò che ce faccio? è un pò alto per entrare in una culla e poi ad una certa, nonostante l'evidente responsabilità da parte della genitrice, manco la mamma lo vuole indietro...
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leviismybby · 1 month
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Levi in his 40s with few gray hairs, his strong forearms and back with your scratch marks on them>>>>>>
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inoreuct · 4 months
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i actually desperately need 40y/o zoro with reading glasses. thin wire frames with teensy rectangular lenses perched on his nose as he peers down at one of sanji’s french romance novels to see what all the fuss is about— after so many years with his husband he’s picked up a bit of the language and sanji has a stack of them on the nightstand and he’s bored, alright? sanji has something to wrap up at the restaurant and he might as well. he’s farsighted and squints at everything near him and it makes him look even grouchier than usual and the fact that he’s graying at the temples doesn’t help. he looks terrifyingly severe with all his scars and his frowning, until he smiles— he’s been doing that a lot more lately, and then people realise that’s why he has crow’s feet around his eyes. i need him to have a collection of bottles that he’s fiercely protective over; they’re all empty and the labels are faded to hell, but point to any one and he can tell you where it had been drunk. there’s a beer bottle from the first night he’d sailed with luffy. a sweet rum they’d popped to celebrate usopp’s return. the champagne from when he and sanji had gotten married.
i need 40y/o sanji with long, long hair that he ties and pins and styles differently every day. sometimes he makes decorative sourdough and he matches his braids to the patterns. i need him taking on protégés in his restaurant, guiding a new generation of culinary genius even though teenagers are fucking terrifying and annoying and argumentative, because he remembers being exactly like them and at the end of it they’re good kids. they listen to him (…to an extent). they’re sweet and talented and they do absolutely crazy shit in the process of trying to push their boundaries; sometimes they trip and fall, but it’s fine. that’s how they learn. that’s what sanji’s for, as their safety net and their mentor— he’ll give them shit for it and pick them up anyway, nag them while brusquely brushing off their knees. but sometimes, sometimes, they come up with something extraordinary, and sanji gets so proud he could cry. zeff drops by and nags at him for everything under the damn roof. sanji doesn’t mind it.
i need them in their kitchen, in the morning, when sanji’s far too chipper and zoro’s not awake enough, nursing a cup of coffee and half-asleep again at the table as sanji fries their eggs. i need zoro to have one of those old man rocking chairs that he settles into to watch the sunset and drink tea, because sanji’s managed to get him into tea of all things. he’d have never imagined liking matcha a decade ago. i need that rocking chair to be big enough for two so that sanji can curl into his side and thumb through yet another of his novels. i need zoro braiding his hair and falling asleep halfway. i need sanji pulling his glasses off when they slip down his nose and dragging his husband to bed so that he doesn’t bitch about his back hurting the next day. i need them at sanji’s restaurant, teaching the kids about food and liquor pairings— they’re a little terrified of zoro until he squints and pulls his specs out to read the labels, after which they’re running around calling him old man and grandpa roronoa. zoro fumes because for fuck’s sake, he’s forty, not ninety. he’s not old. he brings a bottle of wine three inches away from his face and sanji does nothing to stop the kids at all.
just— zoro with reading glasses. sanji with long hair. doing mundane, boring things that make them happy because they never expected to live this long anyway. zoro’s down to two earrings and sanji has one. their rings are woven straw pulled from luffy’s hat. they have a little motored dinghy out back that franky made for the times they need to go haul their captain’s ass out of trouble (as usual), but none of the crew are ever very far from each other. they stay at sanji’s restaurant in the all blue and occasionally fend off people from their past looking for revenge. or money. or to eat them out of the house and home, in luffy’s case, which then leads to zoro den den-ing the rest of the lot and sighing that they might as well come over for a cookout.
they’ve all gotten older; a little banged up and scruffed around the edges, but alive and well. nami’s making bank as a mapmaker who caters to the wealthy/insurance agent/financial advisor— zoro scoffs and calls her a swindling witch, to which she smiles at him all sweet before stomping solidly on his foot with her red-bottom heel. out of their conjoining workshops, franky and usopp have started a wildly successful demo-smithing company that specialises in custom explosives and bespoke carpentry. robin owns and maintains the most extensive archive of books any of them have ever heard of, and it’s pretty much lauded as one of the greatest libraries of all time; brook does gigs in jazz lounges and bistro bars, jinbei’s a diplomat who’s well-respected for campaigning for equal rights, and chopper runs his own medical practice. luffy, as usual, is doing whatever he wants, which is a little bit of everything. y’know, taking down corrupt governments and all that.
sanji feeds them like he’s always done and zoro brings out the good alcohol to pass around.
life’s good.
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mortalfortaxpurposes · 7 months
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"fall out boy also did nfts but you can't criticize fall out boy on this website" no you can. and you should. but you trying to use this as some kind of gotcha feels a bit disingenuous, given how the fob nft never actually happened because they listened to the critiques AND they came out and said most of the band didn't really want to do it in the first place. notice how l.s. dunes didn't do that.
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glamfellens · 1 year
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benny posting
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megamixsmania · 10 months
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You guys think Dennis was giggling and kicking his feet while texting Mac as Johnny? I do
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cerealsnail · 2 years
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MS. MOUSE INDEED..... ;_; ♡
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pipartuuli · 6 months
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I'll try to get back to kloktober posting soon, but in the meantime, have a small doodle of papa Nate carrying the baby to bed. 💛
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daguerreotyping · 9 months
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Detail from vintage photograph of an affectionate couple on the beach, one man sitting in the other's lap, their arms wrapped around each other, their cigar tips almost touching
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embroid-away · 1 year
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What If: Captain America Were Revived Today? #44 (April 1983) by Peter B. Gillis and Sal Buscema; Original Image by John Romita Sr.
In this What If? Marvel tale, Captain America is unfrozen in 1983 rather than the 1960s. Without the leadership of Steve Rogers, The Avengers disband. Meanwhile, a Captain America imposter, who calls himself a "real American," has decided to use his newfound influential media status to publicly support a National Identity Card to "deal with illegal aliens,” to suggest that members of civil rights groups "ought to think seriously as to whether or not their actions contribute to the strengthening of communist enemies," and declare that if those groups tear the country apart with protests, martial law is justified "for the peace to find a solution.”
Neighborhoods with large black populations (e.g., Harlem) are walled off and forced into poverty, and one character even mentions that Jewish people are being “put back into camps.” The right-wing politicians make sure that things like this aren’t shown on television, keeping the majority of the American public ignorant of the horrors committed with their indifferent support. The public are simultaneously told that with some sacrifices, America can be free once again. The fake Captain America confronts a group of peaceful protestors, and he is shot by a sniper (in what reads like an inside job), allowing the police to have “reason” to attack the protestors. The imposter does not die and instead uses the attack to provide more reason for the violent crackdown against protesting groups.
When the true Captain America is unfrozen, he is horrified to see what America has become, especially with his emblem stamped all over it. He immediately seeks out the resistance forces (who clearly represent the Black Panther Party) and joins their cause, stating that "the wrongs [he's] seen will take much more than one man to right -- but [he's] got a name to clear, a costume to unsoil-- and a country to die for!!"
By the time Steve joins them, the resistance only has one chance left to stop the American downfall: a political convention where the "America First" party will be able to secure its support to sweep the national elections and allow them "to return America to the pure and great nation [the] forefathers envisioned."
The resistance strikes just as the convention begins. The Captain America imposter is no match in a fight against the true Captain America -- especially against a Steve Rogers who's fucking pissed. ("Get up so I can knock you down!!")
With the imposter knocked unconscious, Captain America addresses the convention crowd, warning that an America that does not represent all its people does not deserve to exist at all; that liberty can be "as easily snuffed out [in America] as in Nazi Germany" and "as a people, we are no different from them."
The crowd realizes that the man speaking before them is the true Captain America and cheers. Captain America holds his hand up and silences them, stating that he will not allow them the chance to simply replace one idol with another. He alone can’t undo the horrible damage, and he pleads that there’s still a chance for the people to “find America once again.”
Fascism doesn’t change its tune, just its singers.
A 2021 Marvel Trumps Hate ( @marveltrumpshate ) commission, completed on 22-count aida cloth with embroidery floss and watercolors on a 9" diameter bamboo hoop.
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p0is0n-is-th3-cur3 · 2 months
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foalfangs · 5 months
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old man yaoi
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zanephillips · 1 year
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Paul Rudd in The 40-Year-Old Virgin (2005)
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benoits-neckerchieves · 11 months
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Nothing can ever compete with the GQ April 2020 photoshoot
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