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#I posted this really late last night
yang-png · 3 months
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yeehaw! now with color! cowboy yang you will always be famous
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the-kipsabian · 4 months
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clumsyhusky06 · 8 months
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🎶💿📀🎶‼️
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909!! the anniversary of daft punk getting blasted by a synthesizer and becoming robots! or, as I like to call it, ROBOT BIRTHDAYS LETS GOOOO
(what? 909 was yesterday? time is irrelevant)
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dmc5se · 3 months
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love your smile .........
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way-too-obsessed-gamer · 11 months
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Get bent
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pokegeek151 · 3 months
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Febuwhump 2024, day 3 - "Bite down on this"
Fandom: Linked Universe
Characters: Time, Legend, Warriors
Summary: “I can usually get by just plucking them as they sprout, but they aren’t growing well this time. I think there might be some, uh, root rot. I’m pretty sure the roots will need to be…extracted.”
His blood rushed past his ears, and he could barely hear himself think. “Extracted.”
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compacflt · 10 months
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idk if this question has already been answered or not but idrc, would your ice have considered it "talking about it" to admit his physical attraction towards mav? like calling him beautiful or genuinely complementing him. this goes for mav too
i do feel post debriefing ice would call mav beautiful openly or some sappy bs like that
love your writing 💌
anon i need you to know this ask was so cute it made me physically nauseous. i was sick all week thinking about how cute this ask was. thank you for sending it.
i actually had a couple drabbles where yes ice both pre- and post-TGM mission is like yeah im physically attracted to you, but it’s less like “oh my god you’re so hot 😍” and more like “i mean, yeah, you objectively look like tom cruise so it’s not like i really have a choice.”
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but “beautiful” specifically i had not thought of, and it has knocked me off my feet and made me go feral/rabid/undomesticated for a few days straight, so i will be writing something about this. thanks.
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fear-no-mort · 5 months
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truly what i want most for season 7 is for something to happen that makes rick involve morty in his life again i guess. like idk maybe im wrong and this is the wrong thing to want but god i really truly just miss them so much and i miss the old ride-or-die nature of their relationship where they were the only people who experienced 1000% of eachother good and bad. they were literally eachothers whole life but since the last few eps of season 5 they just. Left. dont get me wrong i think it’s so beautiful how morty is literally the only person ever that rick would’ve purposely removed himself from purely for the sake of doing better by them but. that didnt work it only hurt morty wayyyyyy more than anything that would’ve happened to him by ricks side
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jimmyspades · 1 month
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cerealmonster15 · 22 days
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while im here. take my stupid dog son and also sebeks there too this time. i think i decided he is in fact a first year in pomefiore and ALSO on the track team w/jack and juice. let him run. set him free. ok bye
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im-still-a-robot · 7 months
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This fucking guy.
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purble-gaymer · 8 months
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you should introduce your face to my fist :3 (little doodle/experiment page)
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bebbiib · 2 years
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adam is on vacation too!!!! ^_^
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a-ramblinrose · 15 days
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“A poet once wrote that the woods of Gallacia are as deep and dark as God’s sorrow, and while I am usually skeptical of poets, I feel this one may have been onto something. Certainly the stretch of my homeland that I found myself riding through was as deep and dark as something out of a fairy tale.”― T. Kingfisher, What Feasts at Night
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eatyourdamnpears · 3 months
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I’m feeling pretty lonely in this Chili’s tonight
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kirythestitchwitch · 8 months
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Klaroline WIP Wed - waffle house fic - Eating Habits
Okay okay here's some Rebekah! 😊
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Rebekah Mikaelson sat down in her booth.
“Oh my god, is this where you’ve been?” She dropped her large, obnoxiously designer purse on the tabletop, scattering Caroline’s pens. “Truly, this is tragic.”
Caroline blinked, frantically wondering if vampires could have hallucinations, if maybe she just hadn’t noticed being bitten by a werewolf recently. “Rebekah?”
“Well spotted.” Digging in her purse, she pulled out a compact and a tube of lipstick. “Did you also notice that one tends to stick to the booth?” She squirmed slightly, looking disgusted.
Marcy bustled over, pulling her notepad and pen from her apron. “Well, I’ll be! Company.” She beamed at Caroline, who smiled stiffly back. “Can I get you anything?”
Rebekah paused halfway to freshening up her lipstick to examine the short, round woman. “Does everything here come with grease on it?” she asked.
The server’s smile went sharp. “No, we put the grease on special for flavor.”
Rebekah frowned. “Then no.” She returned to fixing her lipstick, Marcy clearly dismissed from her mind.
Caroline exchanged a look with the server, trying to convey some kind of wordless apology and mutual irritation. Marcy rolled her eyes but left with one finally squinty-eyed look at Rebekah.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t get anything, she probably would have spit in it,” Caroline said, reaching out to corral her pens in a pile away from her booth guest.
Looking up from tucking away her makeup, Rebekah looked disgusted. “Gross. Would you have warned me?”
“Not even a little.” She flashed Rebekah a smile as polite as it was fake.
The other girl offered her own version of the same. “It’s a wonder we left any of you alive,” she said, digging back in her purse.
Caroline tapped the end of her pen against her notebook. “So, about that: what are you doing here and how quickly can you leave?” Rebekah’s dorm was on the other end of the row closest to campus, and Caroline made an effort to avoid bumping into her when she walked past. Unfortunately, seeing her in Biology on Thursdays was unavoidable. They very diplomatically sat on opposite ends of the classroom.
“I’m hungry for a midnight snack.” Her tone of voice made it clear she thought this was obvious.
With a shrug, Caroline picked up a highlighter and started going down the list of vocabulary words. “Well, you had your chance for pie, I’m afraid.”
“Don’t be daft.” Rebekah pulled out a small, collapsible brush and started working invisible tangles out of her hair. “I don’t want pie, I want a nice brunette. Maybe a blond.”
Freezing mid-highlight, Caroline glanced at Rebekah and then around to see who was paying attention. June was busy with a table that had just been sat, and Marcy was in the back. The other tables had cleared out. No one paid her any mind. "Rebekah," she hissed quietly, "You can't just eat people in a Waffle House. Marcy's already had to clean up after some drunk kids who hurled on the bar tonight, she doesn't deserve to find a dead body in the bathroom."
The air of disdain with which Rebekah looked at her might have peeled paint. "What have the Salvatores been teaching you, baby vampire? I'd understand Stefan having no self-control–he never did–but surely Damon is old enough."
Caroline huffed bitterly. "Damon hasn't exactly been known for his self-control, either, historically. Elena's mostly guilted him into using blood bags, but I'm sure he has his cheat days."
Rebekah shuddered dramatically. "Ugh, blood bags. There’s always a plastic aftertaste, I don’t know how you stomach them.”
“Well, I’m not about to start Stefan’s bunny diet anytime soon. I don’t know how he stomachs the fur in his teeth,” Caroline said, making a face. Rebekah gave her a look she probably saved for unfortunate Dickensian orphans to lure them in before draining them dry, like Caroline was the most pitiable creature on Earth. “You know those aren’t your only options, right? Stefan’s guilt-fueled eternal Lent or the refrigerated donations intended for the injured.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder with a flippant hand. “I mean, I don’t care about that sort of thing, but you seem like the type that would. A Good Vampire, and all that.” Smiling as if that was funny, Rebekah seemed like she was trying to invite Caroline in on the joke.
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