Tumgik
#damn u shirt
gojoest · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
*looks at gojo’s shirt* i can see that
170 notes · View notes
Text
The fucked up part in not playing Wizard101 in a long time is that you gotta wait for 20 entire ass years for the program to boot up on your computer
65 notes · View notes
suguci · 3 days
Text
sometimes I read fanfics and stuff is written like, "He's stronger, bigger and more firm than you."
And I'm like... no he isn't babe 😔 I have the same muscle mass 😔
12 notes · View notes
illadvisedart · 11 months
Text
some aa doodles !!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
plus a bonus edgeworth with how i’m going to draw his shirt from now on:
Tumblr media
76 notes · View notes
rootin-tootin-n-kind · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
I am cringe but I am free (My Astarion shirt came in the mail)
31 notes · View notes
andypantsx3 · 2 years
Text
headcanon that shouto is one of those boyfriends you practically have to keep on a leash because he has no idea that everyone in the world is hitting on him
198 notes · View notes
femmeidiot · 1 month
Text
people who are scared of cringe to the point that they form opinions based on what other people like the majority of the time are weak
11 notes · View notes
girlwithfish · 2 months
Text
crazy how bad of a person my ex is like there is no reason for him to have smothered me that is fucking insane and the fact that he minimized it so hard and str8 up denied it
7 notes · View notes
julykings · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
brb listening to pool by samia
213 notes · View notes
martyrbat · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
autistic! bruce wayne & silver st. cloud — detective comics #470
[ID: Bruce Wayne talking to a beautiful woman that's attending his yacht party. He's wearing a black suit with wide-notched lapels and a pink button up shirt underneath it with a matching cravat. She's wearing a coral green dress that clings to her figure, pearl earrings, and has shoulder length silver hair. She greets him, "Ah! The mysterious Mr. Wayne! I don't believe we've met! I'm Silver St. Cloud!" Bruce smirks slightly, obviously enthralled by her as he chimes back, "I'll bet you are!" He smoothly asks, "Have you lost someone?" as she gazes out at the bustling room. She tells him, "My date? Davy's down hustling pool with the mayor's speechwriter! You have most of Gotham's government on board! I hope you're not an enemy spy – or running for office!"
Bruce laughs at the joke as he leans over the yacht's railing. He looks out at the water as he tells her, "I'm afraid not! But Gotham's been good to me! I just wanted to say thanks, in my own way!" Silver, who probably knows of Bruce's orphaned past and is actually familiar with Gotham, looks at him intrigued as Bruce straightens back into standing. She tells him, "You're a strange man – not like what I'd imagined!" Bruce winks and does a little finger gun in her direction as he says, "I wish I could fascinate you further, then, but I have to make the rounds! Maybe I'll see you later, if Davy's still busy!" She giggles, "I'd like that!"
Bruce slips away through the crowd and quickly changes into his Batman costume and snorkeling gear! He thinks to himself, "I'm sorry to leave you, Silver! Bruce Wayne was really interested!" But alas! He has the evening planned to the last detail in order to stop a villain commit nuclear fallout within a hour. He succeeds, receiving only minor radiation burns in the process, and returns to the party just in time for him to be present while dinner is being served!
Silver notices his presence and strolls up to him to greet him again, saying she's been looking for him. Bruce excuses, "I'm not that hard to find, Silver! Your luck must be bad!" Before he reassures her, "Actually, I've been looking for you, too!" Miraculously, she's charmed by him and wraps her arms around his neck. Her hands go to his hair and he places one of his hands on her upper back as the other stays in his pant's pocket. She purrs, "So we're just ships that pass in the night–?" Bruce enthusiastically tells her, "Lady, I could make a pass at you any night!" Before he pulls away and starts walking. He tells her without looking, "Come on! Let's get some food and talk it over!" Silver looks at her hand perplexed, pondering to herself that it's odd that his hair is damp and how she wonders why... END ID]
112 notes · View notes
stevebabey · 1 year
Note
hello i’d like to check out a movie please 📽
it goes something like this: you and steve go on a date but pick each others outfits!! and while you know Exactly what you want him to wear, you expect him to kinda halfass it cause he’s a “guy” so just a dress and heels etc but he surprises you and has a full top to bottom to shoes to jewelry all with Reasons like “you wore this on our first date” “your ears looked so pretty/they made your eyes shine” “i honestly just really like your legs in this but i remember how excited you were to wear it to that cancelled event so here’s your special occasion excuse!”
maddie… why ofc, hawkin’s finest can help you with ur movie finds!! this is such an adorable idea and it fits stevie just so well because he is absolutely is the type of guy that pays this level of attention <33 this yet again proves i cannot and will not shut up
the way it comes about is all bcos you— well, you have all your opinions when it comes to steve’s clothes. some of them are just fine, yanno the plain polo’s and such, and you swiftly tucked the pair of khaki’s he had to the baaaaack of his drawers when u first found them because absolutely not- but steve can tell when he wears something you like, even if you’re not aware of how you react. there’s always an extra moment of you drinking in the sight of him, eyes lingering, and you always end up toying with the collar of his shirt if you really love it and christ, the first time he wore those new jeans that are now your absolute favourite, you’d slid your arms around his waist and tucked your hands in his back pockets and made him blush up to his ears. and steve, well, he definitely has his favourites too- how could he not when you look like that? and you’re his? drives him crazy
he’s the one who suggests it, funnily enough. a picnic but with a twist, he says as you both lay in bed in morning and discuss what sort of mischief you both might get up to today— “a twist? what sort of twist?” you ask, lifting you head off his chest and peeking up at him. his arms around your waist tighten and he smiles, a bit nervous for a moment, then says, “s’bit dumb but- well, like we could pick what each other wear? like, i don’t know—“ you interrupt him, “yes.” “what?” “yes, let’s do that,” and grin in a way that told him you did actually want to do that. “that’s such a good idea steve, when you’d think of that?” and he gets all bashful, trying to distract you by stroking a soft touch across your hair, “just now, i- well, i was thinking bout what i’d hoped you’d wear today, actually”
“well, don’t ruin the surprise” you say, pressing a quick kiss to his check and wriggling up and out of his hold. steve’s makes an whiney complaint, hands already reaching for you but you dodge them and slip out of bed, tailing straight for the the chest of drawers. you barely get one draw open and your hands in it before steve’s arms are around your middle, having scrambled out of bed, and you’re hoisted up and away— you can’t help your little squeal, batting at his arms as he scoops you up and to the side- “steve! what are you doing?” and he puts you down, arms still around you, peppering kisses down your neck til you’re doozy with love and nearly distracted, “i wanna pick first, you go shower” he murmurs and really, you can’t say no to him
when you’re squeaky clean and wrapped in a towel, you toe back to the bedroom with relatively low expectations even though your heart glows at your boyfriend’s sweet idea. steve will always compliment you, there’s never a day you don’t hear how he thinks you’re the prettiest ever or how lucky he is to have you — but details, look, they just aren’t steve’s thing, you’re more than okay with that, he’s a big picture guy. so what you’re expecting is that he’ll have picked one of your dresses, short and sweet, maybe the pair of mary-janes that are your favourites, and a hair-clip if he’s really dedicated; but this? this…. is not what you expected
steve’s gone back to a bit nervous, betrayed by the way he runs his hand through his hair when you come in- it sticks up in strange ways that tells you he’s been doing it obsessively in your absence. still, his smile is sure and he gestures to the bed where his picks lay and you blink as you take them in— steve seems to take your silence as a bad thing, mouth opening and a ramble falling out, “okay, it might look a bit of a mismatch but- there’s a reason for it all, okay? like-“ he gestures to the t-shirt, one you haven’t worn in some time though you do like it, “this one, i don’t know if you remember but you wore it on our first date :) and it always yanno, reminds me of that,” and fuck, if you liked it before, you fucking love it now because he’s right, you wore that on your first date with steve and you had your first kiss with him in it, out by lover’s lake. your heart glows hotter as you realise how much steve is going to shatter your expectations with how much he has thought about this because he fucking notices these things
“the skirt because… well, i remember you really liked it in the store- quickest decision i’ve seen you make actually,” he huffs a laugh, gives another nervous run through his hair, “but you don’t wear it a lot which i don’t get because you look great in it and,” his smile turns to a bit more of a smirk, one you know well, “i’m a guy, okay? i’m not gonna deny that i love your legs in it,” his gaze drops to your currently bare legs and you roll your eyes at his flirts, “eyes up here, harrington.” he has the decency to look a bit sheepish, ears pink, before moving on, “the earrings i think match your eyes and the necklace is the one i gave you, so :)” and damn, you might not make it out the house if he keeps this up- your chest feels like it’s filled with pure fucking light and some wet-sounding laugh escapes you and steve is stepping close til he’s in front of you, brows bunched in his concern, “oh man, was it too much?” and you’re shaking your head, clearing you throat, “no, no, definitely not. it’s just…. i guess, i didn’t think you remembered all that stuff,” and steve gives an appalled look, before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, “sweetheart, i remember everything about you,” he says, with a dopey grin that lets you know with completely certainty you’re so well loved by him <33
33 notes · View notes
strawberrystepmom · 1 month
Note
gojo, while gazingly longingly out the window: kendall 😔
Tumblr media
ENOUGH.
6 notes · View notes