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[microwavepopcorn]

[kindahoping4forever]

📸: Sthef Narciso

[southfarthing]

Happy Tolkien Reading Day! Today is the day the One Ring was destroyed, but more importantly, it is the day Faramir and Éowyn's hands met and clasped, though they did not know it, and still they waited for they knew not what, and Faramir said, "In this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!" and he stooped and kissed her brow, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air

[starmocha]

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT WE'VE BEEN PUTTING PLUSHIES ON HIS HEAD?????

Are you telling me

This 6'2" tall, built like a tank, wanted crime leader, whose Evol can evaporate you from existence, but can also easily beat the shit out of you with just his fists....

Has been bending down to our height so we can put these cute plushies on his head? Are you telling me we're cozying up on the couch watching movies with him, and we are just randomly putting these plushies on his head? We're just doing this and he's been letting us get away with it???

He really does adore us omg 🥹

[hercarisntyours]

@munejewels YOU ABSOLUTELY GOD I AM FOR EVER INDEBTED TO YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH MENTIONING THIS I'M.ABOUT TO FUCKING I'M I'M I CAN'T EVEN SENTENCE

[thedeadthree]

✧ — 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

-`. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @carrionsflower and @loriane-elmuerto tytyy sm lori and airika!!!!! 🥀💌🐦‍⬛

✧ — 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

✧ — 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — bel canto.

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐎 — nostalghia.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊 — mannequin pussy.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 — chappell roan.

𝐃𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐋 — florence + the machine.

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠:

@sunsofdawn, @pavus, @happilyobsessing, @girliefailure, @alvsanne

@auricfog, @jamessunderlandgf, @weisshaupts, @grapecaseschoices, @risingsh0t

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @full---ofstarlight, @fenharel, @unholymilf

@aelyosos, @anoramactir, @roofgeese, @cloudofbutterflies92, @griffin-wood

@southernreaches, @chainsawsangel, @leviiackrman, @tethrras, @rosykims

@tommyarashikage, @carlosoliveiraa, @courtana, @lilywatt, @kroganloveinterest

@shadowsofrose, @celticwoman, @shadowsofrose, @dialdrunk, @kissingwookiees

@neonshrike, @confidentandgood, @lavampira, @adelaidedrubman, @imogenkol

@kanos, @deadrlngers, @elluvians and you!!!!!! 🥀💌<3

[shizunitis]

good thing about shizun is i can make him do whatever i want and he won’t say no because he’s helpless whenever i whine and plead and tug at his sleeves and fit my chin in the crook of his neck or hook my ankle around his or trail a hand down the side of his face as i whisper in his ear that he should be transmigrated into fem sj but want to transition to a man but really he’s not sure because he loves to be called pretty and doted on and treated like the pretty princess she is but then again they’re not quite certain just yet, so what if binghe helped him explore, and then i explain as i gently kiss her eyelids cheeks and chin why this would help me very much, emotionally, it would be so good shizun, i promise, you’re going to like it, so so much, don’t you want to see what that’s like? and if that fails i start crying in his lap and she’s too endeared to tell me no this time.

[charlitosalcaraz]

BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA - JANUARY 02: Rafael Nadal of Spain celebrates victory after his match against Dominic Thiem of Austria during day two of the 2024 Brisbane International at Queensland Tennis Centre on January 02, 2024 in Brisbane, Australia.

(Photo by Bradley Kanaris/Getty Images)

[lovereadandwrite]

happy birthday Chuuya bbyyy😭♥️

[bylertruther]

modern au lucas has a crush on will but he isn't aware of it bc he thinks this is just a normal reaction to will byers, aka intense cuteness aggression, so he does things like give will his sweatshirt right off his back when he's cold even though he just made fun of dustin for being cold not even two seconds ago and kisses will's cheek with a theatric flair before they all go to bed bc he's "gotta kiss the homies goodnight 😌💯👊🔥" but when mike asks where his kiss is lucas suddenly doesn't know what the hell this weirdo's talking about and can't explain why it's different with will even tho they're All homies. and before you ask yes will is screaming on the inside yes he's always one second away from a heart attack etc etc. but!!!!! lucas is smart. and he's kind, honest, and True, so will is willing to give him time, as well as a little nudge, bc he knows that lucas will realize eventually and then they can be boyfriends for real. :3

[nicoscheer]

The reel

Well I was NOT prepared for that

[tomfoolies]

selfshiptober: tomja edition days 9-11

gonna say it immediately: all of these are super sappy, super fluffy, VERY silly and completely self-indulgent. the worst in that regard so far, that's for sure. that's why i wrote them, but i figured i'd give everyone a heads-up so y'all can't sue me if the sweetness of these is too much to handle 🤭

9. music 

Just as they leave the club, in that perfect state of drunk where the world feels both dreamy and sharp, real and fantastical — Sonja hears it. Barely audible through all the noise, both from the establishment they just left and the sleepless city they stepped back into. But she recognises it immediately.

"Our song! Are you kidding me?"

Tom spares a glance over his shoulder, listens, and then turns back to her. A look of exaggerated disbelief on his face. "This is our song?"

"One of our songs," she corrects herself, sighing in similar overdramatic fashion. "Hours of shitty song after shitty song and only after we leave, the good stuff starts."

From her lamenting he gets an idea. He holds out his hand for her, but it takes her a while to pick up what he's putting down. Once the choreography of his move becomes clear to her, she lets herself be pulled into an impromptu dance that's an awful mess to anyone watching. Their feet keep colliding, their rhythms do not match, and she ends up having to hold onto his jacket to stay upright.

Their shared drunken high hazes things over, and the streetlight they're directly under becomes a spotlight shining upon them.

10. warmth 

Tom hears the front door open and close, then the usual sounds from the hallway; the rustle and thud of Sonja taking off her coat and boots, the clink of the leashes as she releases Juno and Mondale. The dogs come barreling down the hallway, beelining to their food bowls in the kitchen. She follows quickly behind them, but her target is one particularly defenseless man situated right in the middle of the living room couch.

"Move over, big guy. I'm fucking freezing."

But the warning comes too late, and he yelps when her glacial body collides with his in a way that rivals the Titanic.

"I did not need to be convinced about it," he complains as she digs her cold feet into the toasty space between his thighs and the couch cushions. "Did the nuclear winter finally start?"

"It sure felt like it."

She reaches over to grab the TV remote from the coffee table. Soon the dogs come trodding over, bellies full; Mondale jumps next to her onto the couch while Juno settles at their feet. Both content and comfortable, just like their owners.

11. recovery

When he wakes up, hours have passed. The bedroom's shrouded in darkness, but the light coming from beneath the door tells him it's still daytime. Sonja's right next to him on her side of the bed, work laptop propped up on her knee while she types away. The light from the screen shines a dim spotlight on her face; an expression of deep focus, of mild annoyance. When she notices he's awake, her whole face softens.

Her voice is mellow, almost a whisper. "Feeling better? The meds kicked in?"

It'd been a while since the last bout of migraines this intense, so when she'd gone raiding the medicine cabinet and returned with a prescription bottle, the expiration date on it almost faded, she worried they wouldn't be of much help. His head still feels like it's not quite correctly attached to the rest of him, and the dizziness returns for a moment when he sits up, but the pain seems to have faded beneath a relieving numbness.

"I think so, yeah." A beat of tentative silence, then: "Thank you."

Overtaken by emotion, she reaches out in a feeble attempt to tame his hair, in a state of total disarray from his nap. Her touch is barely there, making sure not to hurt him. It makes him feel fragile, yet at the same time revered — a completely novel feeling. Something he can't quite wrap his head around.

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash on TikTok

[kulturegroupie]

New photos of Alison Krauss and Robert Plant holding hands during a performance at the 2023 Jazz & Heritage Festival in New Orleans, Louisiana. April 28, 2023.

📸 Erika Goldring

[girlypop-m0thra-supremacy]

Kissie…😌

[ofmermaidstories]

i went to a giant second-hand book sale yesterday with my bestie, and like, i need you to picture me trailing after her like a duckling in this massive, packed convention centre. she’s browsing the FICTION GENERAL section and i’m cradling a pile of books i can rest my chin on (i was too stubborn for a trolley) excitedly recounting the entirety of the plot to my regency fic to her as she goes, “ooh,” or “ah!” in all the right places, only to interject myself when i see a familiar title and then proceed to immediately recount the plot of that to her instead.