#Add to queue

[nuclear-bastard]

i love adding the most wild insane shit to my queue then putting it on shuffle and forgetting about whats in there :3

[nostalgia-tblr]

i liked the use of 'holding out for a hero' at a point where we thought sylvie was the baddy and so it was being 'ironic' but then it turns out no it's not she actually was the good guy in that scenario and ALSO the show was still playing silly buggers misleading us with assumed pronouns at that point and the mismatch kind of flags that up. and it turns out "our princess" is indeed the focus of a great battle and she's going to save herself thanks very much.

[jessicadreamerz]

#howlinjack

[sweaterbob]

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[clle0]

I have sudden bursts of Tumblr inspiration and write 10 posts in 10 minutes and then add them all to queue and I love the fun of seeing that it's posted a week later and going "Wow, I remember that post now!" and then laugh at my own joke because it feels new. This post has been scheduled. Future me is going to have a good chuckle at this one.

[uchanuku]

getting just a little bit concerned about those bouts of fatigue and malaise that seem to strike me on occasion

[crewman-six]

I just use the queue to stretch out my reblogs throughout the day, so it's not just a flood all at once and then nothing for anywhere from 12 to 48 hours! 😅

people who use the queue function fill a necessary role in the tumblr ecosystem. they keep posts alive. if u miss a post bc ur entire mutualcule was reblogging it from each other in a 30min span and u were offline, the queue mutual provides u an opportunity to see that post again in 1-8 business days. they put posts in stasis in little cryogenic freezers for u to discover and enjoy later. everyone thank their queue mutuals right now

[gomzdrawfr]

CW: Body horror

Triple the heads, triple the forehead kisses!!

[sangled]

a human take on my favs

[heavymilkers]

did you miss my big milkers~😘💙

[jessicadreamerz]

This this song out on YouTube Music!❤️❤️❤️

[tomatoart]

attaches husband to my carabiner

[ryb0rb15]

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18 October 2020

[be-with-me-so-happily]

I legitimately got the warm fuzzies reading this! Like I was wrapped in a blanket, sipping some hot cocoa. Loved it! 💗

Happy New Year!

Harry climbed out onto the roof of the house, the sounds of the party raging down below muffled.

She was already up there, head tilted back as she tried to spot what constellations she could with the fog and clouds painting a thick gray across the sky. But still she stared, as if she could see past the darkness.

He was careful not to sit on her hair as he maneuvered himself next to her. It was long enough that it fell all the way to the tiled roof below them, the ends swishing a little with the slight wind. Glitter covered her eyes and cheeks, and even beneath her eyes, as if she cried sparkly tears. Harry wasn’t often insecure about the way he looked, but being around her, around the soft glow her beauty seemed to emit, it only seemed right to fade to the back and let her shine.

“It’s almost midnight,” Harry said, his voice quiet, not wanting to disturb her peace.

“Is it?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s down there scrambling to find someone to kiss,” he said.

Harry had hoped she might take the bait, read into his reply, but she didn’t so much as blink. “Where do you think that tradition came from?”

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “Sure makes for an exciting evening, though.”

“If you have someone to kiss,” she said. “I imagine some people might feel insecure or left out sometimes.”

With a boldness he didn’t entirely feel, Harry asked, “And do you? Feel insecure or left out?”

She finally turned her head to face him. Slowly, as if midnight would wait for her. There was a smile in her eyes that her lips wouldn’t betray. “I don’t know, Harry, should I?”

Harry blushed. He’d been working up the courage to come up to the roof for the better part of an hour. Since they’d met on this roof freshman year, they’d spent most of their time at parties up there while everyone else carried on below them. In all that time, they never kissed, never so much as sat shoulder to shoulder and talked about whatever was on the other’s mind. Except for Harry’s huge, obvious crush on her. He wasn’t sure if she knew, and she never revealed if she had any feelings for him, but now they were entering dangerous territory. Harry felt like he was walking along the edge of the roof.

This was his chance. The moment had been served up to him on a silver platter. But instead of saying how he’d felt for almost four years, he chickened out, cleared his throat, and said, “Someone bought fireworks. They’re gonna set them off at midnight.”

Something flickered on her face, but it was too dark outside to tell what it meant. Her head turned back to the stars. “That should be interesting.”

Harry’s heart thundered in his chest. “Yeah it—”

“Twenty! Nineteen!”

Even from the roof, they could hear everyone counting down. Harry’s hands clammed up.

“You’re running out of time,” she said.

“For what?”

“Sixteen! Fifteen!”

“Are you finally going to kiss me? Or am I going to go home disappointed again?” she asked, turning to look at them again, brows raised expectantly.

“Thirteen! Twelve! Eleven!”

“I—I didn’t think you—that you liked me like—”

“Eight! Seven!”

Harry looked into her eyes, more expressive than he’d ever seen them. He never knew what was going on in that gorgeous head of hers, so he avoided laying his own proverbial cards on the table. Now the clock was literally ticking, and all he could do was stare and blink.

“Six! Five! Four!”

She inched just the tiniest bit closer, the tips of her fingers grazing his own. “I’m going to kiss you now because I’m tired of waiting.”

“Three! Two! One!”

And just as the fireworks shit off from somewhere in the backyard, she leaned in. On instinct, Harry helped close the distance, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. Her lips tasted faintly of some kind of sweet alcohol, whatever she could get her hands on that wasn’t stale beer. Harry wished he’d made the same beverage choice tonight.

But he could hardly think about that as her lips slid against his in perfect harmony. He took her plush lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently, hoping she might let him deepen what was steadily becoming the best kiss of his life.

She did, and slid her hands into his hair in the process, her fingers tightening on the soft curls at the nape of his neck when his tongue brushed against hers for the first time. It took everything in Harry not to make a noise that would reveal just how much he enjoyed the kiss, but he put all of his focus into making this moment as pleasurable as possible for her. Hoping and praying that this would not be the one and only kiss they shared.

They kissed for as long as humanly possible, only pulling away when they absolutely had to. She didn’t pull back all the way like Harry expected her to, though, instead resting her forehead against his.

All he could think was, Wow, as cartoon hearts swirled around his head.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked, sounding more vulnerable and breathless than Harry had ever heard her.

“God yes,” he said, unable to contain his borderline desperation.

A grin sliced across her face. Lip gloss was smudged at the corner of her mouth, but she didn't bother with wiping it away. Harry could only assume he looked just as ravaged.

Captivated by her swollen lips and generous smile, he leaned in again, nearly pulling her on top of him in the process. They kissed, and kissed, and kissed some more, not caring that it started to drizzle, not noticing that the music picked back up again. It was only until Harry moved his hands from beneath her shirt and up to her face, feeling the cool skin beneath his fingertips, that he pulled back once more.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

“Don’t be,” she said. Standing up, she reached a hand down to him.

Harry didn’t think twice before taking it.

[cirrus-grey]

I know I haven't mentioned it in a while but I'm still red-stringing about the symbolism of tea vs coffee btw. Alice found a tape recorder and now Sam’s bringing her tea. She's been introduced to the Archives' universe. She's upset and goes to make herself coffee instead. She refuses to be drawn in and finds refuge in the comforting and familiar instead.