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the air was different back then...




#nostalgia#2018#2018 aesthetic#2019 aesthetic#2019#clairo#burts bees#glasses#aesthetic#pinterest#girlblog#hell is a teenage girl#im just a girl#nostalgic#girlblogging#girlcore#this is what makes us girls#girlhood#you had to be there#arthoe#arthoe aesthetic#artsy aesthetic#artsy#art hoe#this is a girlblog#this is girlhood#lizzie grant#cinnamon girl#locally hated#my blog
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2010s tumblr grunge ily 4everrr :3
moodboard/spo!!! all pics from pintrest
#2014 tumblr#2010s#tw ana bløg#moodboard#pinterest#tw 3d vent#grunge#manic pixie dream girl#@na motivation#serving cvnt#bring back 2014#Spotify#girlhood#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#grungy style#tw ed ana#hell is a teenage girl#2018#2019
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#missing 2019#it 2019#covid 19#pre covid#tiktok#aesthetic#i miss this era#2019 vibes#nostalgic#felt nostalgic#good times#2010s#lana del rey#girlblogging#just girly things#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#girlhood#lizzy grant#2014 grunge#2014 nostalgia#2014 aesthetic#2010s nostalgia#nostalgia#nostaligiacore#nostaliga#lana del rey aesthetic#this is what makes us girls#girl blogging#girl blogger#2014 tumblr
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#so normal about this JOSEPH QUINN as TOM | MAKE UP (2019)
#jqedit#joseph quinn#josephquinnedit#joe quinn#make up 2019#tom grant#make up#usermaguire#userangelic#userridge#anztag#joesquinns#useralii#freckledjoes#userrobin#usersugar#cinemapix#userthing#dailyflicks#my*gifs#ultimate boyfriend#userallisyn#riot of curls#so freaking cute#chewieblog#userbbelcher
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I was born to be famous
#im just a girl#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#hell is a teenage girl#coquette#female rage#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#girlhood#this is what makes us girls#just girly things#girlblogging#queen lana#lana del rey#lana del slay#lana is god#lana unreleased#ldr#lana del ray aesthetic#lana stan#little woman 2019#let me live in my delusions#success#live laugh girlblog
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Charlie Hunnam as rayмond ѕмιтн
Hugh Grant as ғleтcнer
ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴇɴ (2019)
ᴅɪʀ. ɢᴜy ʀɪᴛᴄʜɪᴇ
#I'm very normal about this ship btw#the gentlemen#the gentlemen 2019#charlie hunnam#hugh grant#Raymond Smith#Fletcher#guy ritchie#Grht
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I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl, ah
#2010s#2014 aesthetic#2014 grunge#2014 nostalgia#2014 tumblr#bring back 2014#lana del rey#spotify#aesthetic#grunge#lana del ray aesthetic#lizzy grant#lorde#i love you#inspo#tw thinspi#thinspø#the nbhd#thin$po#thinspp#old tumblr#alessia cara#arctic monkeys#emo#2018#2019
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It feels like a Star Wars kind of day!
Here's a behind the scenes blooper reel from 'Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker' (2019) ft. General Hux and Pryde
#star wars#the rise of skywalker#sw#general hux#domhnall gleeson#richard e grant#general pryde#blooper reel#bloopers#bts#behind the scenes#video#2019#jj abrams#oscar isaac#john boyega#chewie#chewbacca
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cassie my love, i need more of this in my life. getting high post-sex w older!tom just seems soooooo <3
So…. it took me an embarrassing amount of months to get back to you on this but um…. here you go… this took a turn??? and then a swift turn back in the other direction???? so um…. horny whiplash warning??? ig????
Tagging @ali-r3n bc she asked me to and also @ghosttownwherenoonegoes because Eri helped me out with a lot of the british specifics (the britifics??) so thank youuuu
Okay, okay, without further ado:
Your First Introduction to Older!Tom’s Post-Sex Ritual
(except I can’t stick to a prompt)
Word Count: 2.1 k
Warnings: Nudity, allusions to sex and also some *ehm* inappropriate touching, reader has boobies and a bajina.
18+ only!! MDNI!! Minors do not read this!!! This is not for you!!!! This is for adults only!!!
“Fuuuuuck,” Tom exhales as he lays on his back, staring up at your bedroom ceiling.
“Fuck,” you agree weakly, still slowly drifting down from cloud nine. Tom chuckles at your response as he sits up and eases out of bed. You smile at the sweet sound of his laughter, though you don’t immediately register the movement; still just a bit too far gone.
When Tom struts past your line of sight, still naked as the day he was born, on his way out of the room, that movement manages to catch your attention finally. You frown, at first, because you were already missing him, and then because you were disappointed in yourself for already missing him. Casual, this is just casual, keep it casual, you remind yourself. Tom doesn’t do the whole dating thing, you know that, so keep things platonic and casual. Don’t scare him off.
Suddenly, you’re pulled out of your internal self-lecture by the sound of a distant, but not distant enough, crash and Tom exclaiming, “shit!”
You sit up as quickly as you’re able to, your whole body still feeling pretty limp and boneless after Tom spent the better half of the evening pulling as many orgasms from you as he could. Once you’re upright, you call out, “Tom? Are you alright?”
“Yeah! Yeah. Shit! Er, yeah, just, erm- hang on,” Tom calls back. You hear more shuffling and clattering from the other room, and then you hear the undeniable creak in the floorboards from Tom’s heavy-footed steps as he approaches the bedroom. Soon enough, he appears in the doorway, still shamelessly nude but now with a joint in hand and a sheepish expression on his face.
“Have you got a lighter or, er, matches or anything like that? I tried looking ‘round for either of ‘em, but erm… Yeah, I couldn’t find anything,” he asks, his cheeks blushing as he carries on.
“Is that what all that crashing was?” You ask amusedly, failing to stifle the grin that curls on your lips.
“Yeah… I erm, I might’ve knocked some of yer shit over,” Tom admits sheepishly.
“Tommy,” you say, your tone a perfect mix of amused, exasperated, disappointed, and scolding.
“But, but!! But I put it all back, and none of it’s broken. Swear on me granda’s grave,” he promises.
You can’t help but roll your eyes fondly at that before chastising him a bit, good-naturedly, of course, “Don’t swear on that poor man’s grave. Knowing you, you probably already put him through enough when he was alive.”
Tom chuckles, “Fair enough,” he concedes before raising up the joint to draw your attention back to it, and then simply asking, “Lighters? Matches?”
“Er, right. Lighters. Kitchen, the counter to the left of the fridge, top drawer, it’s my catch-all drawer, there should be a few lighters in there, take your pick,” you inform him.
Tom grins at your response as he makes his way over to the bed. His grin widens tenfold and becomes much more smug when he notices your gaze flit down toward his cock, which gracelessly flops around with his strides, still limp and spent from your previous activities. When he reaches your side of the bed, he places his hand down on the mattress near your thigh, using it to support his weight as he leans over and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. He holds his lips there for a few moments, softly inhaling the residual scent of your shampoo as he does so, deciding to allow you both to enjoy this moment of peace without even being truly aware that that’s what he’s doing.
When Tom finally breaks away, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “Don’t get any ideas, love,” he warns cheekily, “You and that heavenly little place between your thighs milked my cock dry; don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he finishes teasingly before kissing you again, this time pressing his lips against your cheek to punctuate his teasing.
You scoff and stifle a smile as you push him away. Cocky little bastard, you think.
Tom holds his hands up in surrender as he backs away from the bed, joint still clutched between his index and middle finger and a smug grin still on his face.
“Don’t shoot the messenger, baby. It’s yer fault for bein’ greedy,” he teases as he walks off into the other room, still refusing to put on clothes.
God, how are you supposed to keep your feelings in check when he treats you like that? He’s just one of your mates, and yet he treats you better than many of the dickheads you’ve dated in the past ever had, better than some of your mates’ current partners treat them, even.
As if he can sense that you’ve begun to spiral from the other room, Tom calls out to you, effectively pulling you out of your fretting, “Ay, me lover, think I’m gonna light up and make meesen a bacon butty. You want anything while I’m out ‘ere? Water? Bacon butty? Some wine? This Crunchie you’ve got hidden in your cupboard? Actually, wait, nevermind, I call dibs on the Crunchie.”
“Maybe some wa- Hey, wait, Tom, no! Leave that Crunchie alone! I’ve been saving that!”
Of course, you frantically try to get up to rescue your precious candy bar from Tom’s thieving grasp. However, your legs are still a little unsteady, which forces you to walk to the kitchen looking like a newborn giraffe, all while Tom’s grating (read: annoyingly sexy) chuckle fills the space of your flat.
You find him cock out, lit joint pursed between his lips, standing in front of your stove, hands on his hips, heating up a frying pan for his bacon, and, annoyingly, nowhere near your candy stash.
“I haven’t got any bacon, so, it’ll just be a butty, I’m afraid. No use heating up a pan for that,” you grumble as you walk over to the cupboard where you stash your candy. Might as well snag that Crunchie before he can.
At the sound of your voice, Tom turns around and looks at you, bemused, albeit amused as well, and says, “the fuck are you doing out ‘ere on those wobbly li’l legs, Bambi?”
His words come out a bit muffled, thanks to the joint perched between his lips.
“Thought you were gonna steal my Crunchie,” you shrug and admit sheepishly through a mouthful of chocolate and honeycomb. At that, Tom barks out a laugh, which quickly morphs into a cough from accidentally inhaling during said laugh. He promptly removes the joint from between his lips, ashes it in the makeshift ashtray he’s made out of foil, clears his throat, and goes back to smoking.
“Jesus, you’re a strange one, aren’t you,” he remarks fondly, his voice slightly hoarse from coughing, as he begins to gather the ingredients for his sandwich.
“I’m very serious about my Crunchies,” you reply, half-jokingly.
Tom chuckles as he rifles through your fridge.
“Yeah, I’m well aware of that now,” he replies, pausing to inhale before continuing to speak on his exhale, “Sit down at the table then, yeah? I’ll get you some water and make us some toasties if that sounds alright?”
“Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” you agree awkwardly as you sit down nearby at your kitchen table, watching him as he works on preparing the food.
Soon enough, he comes over to you with a glass of water and that same cheeky smile.
God, that smile will get you in so much trouble someday, won’t it?
“What’s that grin for?” You ask as he sets down the water, though you can’t help but reciprocate it with a smile of your own.
He shrugs before leaning over to press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss when you needily take the initiative to deepen it, parting your lips eagerly for him. Far too soon for your liking, though, he’s breaking the kiss, pulling away just slightly to look into your eyes with his lovely brown ones.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have really, really great tits?” Tom asks, his voice low, sultry, and serious, but you can see the mischief swimming in his gaze.
You roll your eyes and scoff at his question, leaning back in your seat, though anyone could see the amused smile you fail to keep from tugging at the corners of your mouth.
“Yeah, you have like a million times since we started hooking up,” you reply with a chuckle.
“What can I say? I’m a man of honesty,” Tom teases, making you huff out a laugh; he smiles at the sound of it before holding up the joint in your line of sight and asking, “Do you want to take a few tokes ‘a this while I finish up our sandwiches?”
You nod and purse your lips, and, as if it were already second nature to him, Tom slots the joint between your lips.
Instead of immediately going off to work on the food, he sticks around to watch you take your first few puffs, still leaning down so he’s just about at eye level with you, his hands boxing you in on either side, one palm pressed onto the tabletop and the other holding onto the back of your chair. Meanwhile, you sit diagonally in your seat, facing him and maintaining eye contact as you smoke. The haze of your high slowly but surely begins to set in, lowering your eyelids to a relaxed level and easing your posture. Between your new relaxed state, the sex hair you’re sporting, the fact that you smell like you’ve just got done having sex, the fact that you’re completely naked right now, and the fact that you’re, well, you, Tom thinks you might be one of the prettiest things he’s ever fucking seen in his whole life.
But he mustn’t forget about the toasties!
So, he plants one last kiss on your cheek because, hey, he fucking feels like it. Then, he surprises you by kneeling in front of you to say goodbye to ‘his girls’ (your tits).
“I’ll see you ladies in a minute, yeah? Be good while I’m gone, try not to miss me too much,” he whispers to them, making you giggle.
“Tom, you’re so fucking wei-” That (affectionate) jab immediately dies on your tongue the moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, engulfing it in the warm, wet heat of his mouth and applying just enough pressure to make a heated, buzzing sensation spread beneath your skin as he sucks on it. Then, just as you feel that pleasant sensation spread down through your core, Tom’s pulling away, but only so he can give your other, neglected nipple the same attention.
Small mewls and moans spill out from between your parted lips as the long forgotten joint, still clutched between your fingers, hovers over your table, where the ashes fall from it carelessly, sure to leave a mark. Once Tom’s had his fill, he places a final kiss to the center of your chest before pulling away completely and leaving to go finish preparing your sandwiches, waltzing back over to the stove as if he hadn’t just done, well, that.
“Tom… what the fuck was that?” You ask breathlessly. Still too bewildered to notice the damage the neglected joint is doing to the surface of your table.
Tom has to stifle a cheeky, mischievous grin as he feigns nonchalance, shrugs, and simply replies, “Just giving the ladies a proper goodbye, love. They get nervy when I leave ‘em just out of the blue. You know, separation anxiety, and all that?” Tom tuts, “Poor girls. Think maybe you should start keeping a couple pictures of me in your bra, one in each cup, so they can still see me when I’m not around.”
“Tommy, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh as he dishes up the toasties onto plates and turns off the stovetop.
“Ridiculous…ly fit? I know, baby, but why don’t you finish that glass of water and eat some of that sandwich before you go jumpin’ me bones again, yeah? Gotta stay fed and hydrated,” He teases you as he brings the plates over to the table.
“Oh, and, you’re ashing on yer table, love,” Tom informs you with a kiss on the head as he sets the plates down and goes to grab a wet rag to wipe the table off with, along with the makeshift ashtray.
“Shit!” you exclaim as you lift the joint away from the table. You hand it to him when he gets back, trading it off for the rag so you can wipe up the mess you’ve made whilst he gets everything else sorted.
Tom tuts and shakes his head, feigning disapproval, “that’s the devil’s lettuce, it’ll do that to you.”
“Shut up, Tommifer,” you reply, feigning annoyance all while sporting an amused smile. He chuckles at that, though he also appreciates the fact that you neglected to call him ‘Thomas,’ his full first name, when you very easily could’ve.
“Eat yer toastie, me birdie,” He says as he nudges you teasingly, “sooner you finish it, sooner I can get back between those thighs, yeah?”
#is this anything???#this does not mean i’m taking requests again!! just that i’m going back to answer old ones!!!#ask and i shall reply#RJ <3#older!tom grant#tom grant#tom grant smut#tom grant x reader#older!tom grant smut#older!tom grant x reader#older au#tom grant make up#make up (2019)#joseph quinn characters#joseph quinn x reader#tom grant x you#older!tom grant x you#joseph quinn x you#moots my beloved <3
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#girlblogging#beauttiful girls#girlhood#im just a girl#vintage#2014 grunge#2016#2017#2013#2015 aesthetic#2015 tumblr#2014 aesthetic#2014 tumblr#2010s#2015#2019#2014 nostalgia#2018#lana core#lana stan#lana is god#lana unreleased#lana del ray aesthetic#lana del slay#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lana del rey#lana del ray moodboard#ldr#ldr aesthetic#cute
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i love watching 2016-2019 youtube
#sister squad#2010s#emma chamberlain#ethan dolan#grayson dolan#dolan twins#tana mongeau#james charles#2016#2019#jeffree star#youtube vlogs#girlblog#im just a girl#girl interrupted#lana del rey#femcel#female manipulator#female hysteria#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#girlblogging#tumblr girls#this is what makes us girls#coquette#lana del ray moodboard#lana is god#lana del slay#lana is our queen#lana stan#lana del ray aesthetic
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Just an observation, but I find it very interesting that Swifties are both Taylor’s biggest supporters and critics. No one else is picking apart her words and measuring her actions up against a scale of “is this enough or is it not enough?” like we do. She is quite literally damned if she does, damned if she doesn’t with us.
#taylor swift#was thinking about this at like 5 am#anytime she does something it’s just this cycle of pick and defend#it reminds me of her bbc interview in 2019#have you ever talked to someone about a Taylor fandom issue to someone not involved? you end up sounding insane trying to explain everythin#I’ve done it several times#granted there are things that deserve to be critiqued and called out but somethings no
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Lana Del Rey throughout the years in Vouge
#lana del rey#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#vougemagazine#Vogue UK March 2012#Mario Testino#Vogue Australia October 2012#Nicole Bentley#Vogue Turkey November 2015#Liz Collins#girlblogging#coquette#cover girl#Vogue Italia June 2019#Steven Klein#girlhood#this is what makes us girls#born to die#lust for life#lasso lana del rey#Vogue Italia November 2024#Steven Meisel#elizabeth grant#ultraviolence#lana del ray aesthetic#fasion#gods and monsters#vouge#photography#just girly things#girlblog aesthetic
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Diving head first back into Marvel by reading the comics and not watching their newer shittier (imo) movies has reignited my love for both it, and Loki.
Currently reading his comics in whatever order it tells me because finding a starting point that's not from the 1960s was taking too long. So I started with Loki (2019) and I have to say it was such a fun read. He's such a silly guy I love him in every form.
He also has the worst casual Earth fashion I hate this outfit from the bottom of my soul I want to set it on fire and feed it to Frösti.
What's better than the utter lack of drip Loki has with that shirt and those glasses, are the covers. They're so clean and wonderful to look at and I instantly made smug walking Loki my lockscreen and cowboy Loki my wallpaper.
This was short, but very enjoyable. Now I'm reading Loki: Agent of Asgard since there's someone who shows up at the end that's apparently Loki's one and only actual friend and I have no clue who she is since she was introduced way beforehand. It's already turning out to be a very fun read too and I know I'm going to finish the rest of it in one sitting as soon as I get time.
It literally said they were relaxing a page before why are they fully geared lmao
#Pois.Rammbles#Loki#Marvel#Loki Laufeyson#Loki Odinson#Loki Comics#Marvel Comics#Loki 2019#Loki God of Stories#That's another thing that shocked me#When he loses the titles of God/King of evil mischief and lies he becomes the God of Stories#And that's so so lovely#I know most people only care about the MCU Loki#But him being granted the title God of Stories to signify his change of heart would do wonders for the fanfic community I think#I also had a Marvel OC once-upon-a-time that was a God of Stories#It looks like they're getting shelved for good now that I know this lmao#I am NOT taking that title from Loki#If that OC ever comes back they gotta switch gears#Pois.Posts#damn apparently he gets the title god of stories in Loki Season 2#I don’t know how i feel about how they gave it to him but at least people know about it lol
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Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019, J. J. Abrams)
27/01/2025
#star wars: the rise of skywalker#Star Wars: Episode IX - The Rise of Skywalker#film#2019#J. J. Abrams#Chris Terrio#lucasfilm#bad robot#Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures#star wars#film series#science fiction#space opera#star wars: the force awakens#star wars: the last jedi#carrie fisher#mark hamill#adam driver#daisy ridley#john boyega#oscar isaac#anthony daniels#naomi ackie#domnhall gleeson#richard e. grant#lupita nyong'o#keri russell#joonas suotamo#kelly marie tran#ian mcdiarmid
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"I want to be great, or nothing." - Amy March
#im just a girl#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#girlhood#coquette#just girly things#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#hell is a teenage girl#girlblogging#this is what makes us girls#female rage#amy march#youngest sister#prettygirlissuesss#pretty#prettygirlthoughts#pretty girl energy#girls are just so pretty#little woman 2019#little woman movie#florence pugh#successful outcomes#kindness#lanadelrey#lana is god#lana unreleased#ldr#lana stan#lana del slay#lana del rey#lana del ray aesthetic
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