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msunravelled · 2 years
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Technicolor memories of our bubble keep me company💜
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seraqhites · 11 months
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male gaze ellie is something straight out of my nightmares
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diana-daphne · 9 days
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Best book ever written, nothing will ever be funnier than this, Jane Austen I love you more than anyone else in the world <3
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dnphobic · 6 months
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something about dan in this eye makeup with the short skirt and smiling so wide in this video may make me start posting things about him that i haven’t said since i was 14.
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zhi-liet · 5 months
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emotional support strawhat
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corrodedcoughin · 1 year
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Mr Clarke coming back in s5 to help and ends up spending his time with one Mr Wayne Munson in an effort to find Eddie because if there’s no body Wayne isn’t giving up.
Hard cut to Eddie being carried back through a portal by Steve and seeing Mr Clarke together, and he whispers to Steve ‘I think Mr Clarke fucked my uncle’ and passes out
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sherbetyy · 7 months
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as someone on the spectrum i really felt for red guy in the photoshoot scene with his family, specifically when he’s moving around a lot and just. not doing what everyone around him is doing, and gets scolded for it.. especially his line “i’m just happy. i’m sorry..” like godddd that’s relatable. so many times i’ve had to apologize for simply being happy and i just want to give red guy a hug please. idk if the writers intentionally made it feel that way but damn it got me
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f1-stuff · 10 months
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carlos' smile when he said he and charles would like to race together in le mans……. BOY STOPPPPP MY GOD THEY ARE IN LOVE LOVE!!!!!!
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His press agent behind him is literally me
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nohoney · 10 months
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bby im on my period and need touya to make it better ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐
sending you smooches and laying a blanket over you bb ( ̄ε ̄@)
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“Okay, which one do you want: the llama or the avocado?” Touya asks as he holds up two soft heating pads out to you. You point to the llama with the tip of your foot before dropping it back down on the bed and laying onto your side, trying to be comfortable. The avocado stuffy is tossed somewhere on the floor, Touya unzipping the belly of the llama to pull out the little heating bag from its body. “Snacks? Juice?”
You’re getting annoyed at your boyfriend but he’s just doing the standard routine when it’s that time of the month for you. “Cranberry.” You answer curtly, reaching for your laptop and opening it up so that you can just throw on something to distract you from your cramps. Your lower back thrums with pain that makes you groan.
Touya knows to just get out the room before you yell at him for something ridiculous like him breathing too loud (he doesn’t) or giving you a weird look (he wasn’t) or even accusing him of being annoyed from you being annoyed (he is but he won’t say it).
The microwave beeps after heating the little bag and Touya’s filled your favorite tumbler cup with cranberry juice. He gives you the juice first before he’s stuffing the heated bag back inside the belly of the llama. He watches you get comfortable, pressing the llama heating pad against your lower belly. “Anything else?” he asks, needing to make sure all bases are covered so he can retreat and leave you in peace.
“Yeah, some vicodin.”
Okay, you’re not in that bad of a mood if you’re able to make a joke at least.
Touya kisses your temple and leaves the room, keeping the door closed and closing it gently because last time you were on your period you accused him of closing the door with an attitude (he did but wasn’t going to admit it).
He goes to his drawing desk, flicking on the light and grabs his headphones off the stand. There are several sketches laid out on the surface, working on a sheet of flash designs and four designs for a client of his he’s supposed to tattoo soon.
While Touya works in the other room, you’re suffering in the bedroom. The first day is always the worst and you can’t help wanting to throw a fit. You want to throw your plushie but you want to snuggle it, the actor in the show is kinda cute but now he’s starting to look ugly, you want to go yell at Touya for no reason but you know you shouldn’t. The range of emotions that go through you annoys you just about as much as it annoys your boyfriend when he becomes the target of your mood swings, which he always points out that you get extra cranky before your period starts.
It really explained why you were tempted to punch that crying kid at the grocery store last week.
The time comes when you’ve got to go the bathroom and check to see if you’ve got to swap out to a new tampon. Unfortunately when you also check, you’ve also bled into your underwear as well. “Fucking damn it!!” You yell louder than you’re supposed to but it’s annoying when this happens!
“Doll, what’s wrong?” Touya asks from his desk, apparently having heard you over his music.
“I fucking bled into my panties! I’m so pissed!”
Touya knows the drill, grabbing new period underwear and waiting just outside the bathroom door. It cracks open and he slips his hand in, feeling it plucked from his fingers before the door shuts close again. He goes back to his desk, resuming his activity from before.
Inside the bathroom, you stand at the sink and pour hydrogen peroxide over the fresh blood that stained the cotton of your underwear. At least you caught it before it could become a period stain. You repeat the process of pouring the hydrogen peroxide, rinsing with water, wringing the underwear and repeating until you feel that you’ve gotten the blood out. You inspect the fabric and you’re relieved that there’s no stain.
But you emptied the bottle and you’re on your last tampon.
“Touya!” You call your boyfriend’s name as you exit the bathroom after cleaning your hands and tossing the cleaned out pair of underwear into the hamper. “Touya!”
The headphones come off quick and he looks back at you, “Yeah?”
You don’t like the way he said ‘yeah’ to you but you let it go for now. “We need to run to the store. I used up all the peroxide and I need more tampons.” You inform him, watching him stand from his desk and start to go towards the front door to get his shoes on. “I wanna come.”
“You’re cramping,” Touya points out and even though it’s a bad thought, he wants you to stay behind if your cramps are bad so that he doesn’t hear you complain while in the car, “just stay home and I’ll go to the store.”
“Nooo! I wanna go!” You groan, “I want food too!”
Touya can at least be grateful that when you’re on your period, you know exactly what you crave and you don’t play a guessing game with him. “Just text it to me, stay home.”
“Are you trying get away from me? Is that why you don’t want me to come?”
You end up accompanying Touya in the car, holding your freshly heated llama pad against your tummy. The car ride is quiet except for the music that plays, your boyfriend letting you have control over the music as he drives. He keeps the key in the ignition and the engine running when he pulls into the parking lot. He’s got the checklist in his head for what you need, intending to just be in and then out so you can get home quickly.
“Can we stop by that taco truck on the way home?” You ask just right before he leaves the car.
“I can make you tacos at home.” Touya says in hopes of making you change your mind. “You know it doesn’t work like a restaurant with them, we can’t just order in for takeout ahead of time. We have to wait in line to order and get the food.”
“Well I’m sure the line would be short if you get there fast.” you tell him with no room for argument.
Ugh, he does not want to argue.
A bag of all your necessary period needs are tossed into the backseat and Touya makes the drive all the way to the area you want your food from. He reaches one hand to pet your head after hearing you groan, his peripherals catching how you pet the head of your little llama plush. Once again, he pulls into a lot where the truck is parked at and he’s fucking grateful that there’s only two people in line.
He barely makes it back to your shared home when your attitude kicks in again, walking slowly beside you as you start to hunch over from the cramps. “Almost there, okay?”
And you make it, thank fucking goodness you make it, settling yourself at the dining room table and leaning on the surface of it with one arm while the other one helps itself to the bag of food. Touya is left to take all your period items and sort it into the bathroom cabinet.
“Hey, thanks for putting up with me.” You tell him as you lay back into bed after having eaten, your llama being held against you again, “I know I’m really annoying whenever it starts.”
He says that you’re not (you are).
“Love you.” He tells you as he gets ready to return to his drawing desk. Touya’s hand rests on the top of your head, slowly stroking your hair knowing that the gesture will mean something to you, even if it doesn’t make any of your symptoms any better.
“Love you too.” you take his hand off your head and kiss the inside of his wrist, just right where your initials are tattooed at along with a small heart. And in turn his initials are tattooed on your wrist as well with a little flame. “Now leave me alone.”
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beebopboom · 20 days
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do you ever think Aziraphale watches the sunset
the cotton candy sky
and is just reminded of a certain starmaker and the time they made the stars together
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nicnacsnonsense · 2 months
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You know, I think Clark and Lex’s relationship really could have benefited from a safe word. Something either of them could have said to the other to communicate “your current line of inquiry is infringing on my privacy in a way I cannot elaborate on without further compromising my privacy, so I need you to redirect or drop it.”
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I want to make a sincere apology to Zac Oyama — for I, a disgrace, could not fully appreciate his subtle but powerful talent within the field comedy, as I am lost in his adorable face and smile.
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awakentrashpanda · 1 month
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I have a headcanon that Kickin lays the eggs everyone uses for food. But I also imagine him being protective of the eggs, even though he knows they won't hatch. Like, pecking the others hands when reaching to get one.
Oh my God nuuuu
I mean, I know that often chickens will lay eggs that are not fertile, like, they don’t have a baby inside of them and don’t even think about it, but I don’t know, something about that happening with a humanoid bird man who is actually capable of thinking, and the fact that That’s the same way he would reproduce, and the way he gets protective over them, I don’t know why but this thought makes me sad
The fact that I’ve also imagined a potentially funny plot line where Bubba and Kickin end up having a child by Kickin laying an egg with Bubba’s child inside of it probably also doesn’t help 
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time-slink · 1 year
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smiley people from last night :) :D
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