#I love him he’s so himbo
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y/n, tending to Marcus’s infected leg : How would you rate your pain?
Marcus : Zero stars would NOT recommend
#I love him he’s so himbo#superstore x reader#sitting on the shelf marcus white x reader#superstore imagine#cloud 9#marcus white x reader#marcus white#marcus white imagine#marcus superstore#superstore#superstore marcus x reader#incorrect quotes superstore#superstore incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes
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#been sitting on this for a while#arthur morgan#rdr2#rdr2 memes#rdr2 arthur#HES NOT A HIMBO OKAY HE HAS BETTER HANDWRITING THAT I DO#plenty of himbos out there go play with them#i love thats hes so smart why do ppl have to dumb him down
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More cats! This obsession will never stop-
I only realized halfway through that @ultramarinaa already made an official cat!sasha deign but I was so attached to the tabby and I really wanted Tim to be grey so I cheated. I guess this is just my own headcannon of it-
I mostly did this for my own reference though so it’s not too serious I guess
Anyway Elias is miserable with all his cat employees and Jon is a silly little guy who doesn’t know how to cat
#also the reason I was so attached to Tim being gray is bc I was basing him off of my aunts cat#who is the MOST HIMBO ASS CAT IVE EVER SEEN#he is dumb as rocks and named Thomas#he lickes dust off the air vents and has a jaw that can cut glass#I have never seen a cat I would describe as ‘handsome’ but he is#stupid little shit#I love you and your thigh highs socks markings#the magnus archives#tma#cat!jon#jonathan sims#tma fanart#cat!martin#cat!sasha#cat!tim
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zantetsu needs to ditch those fake ass glasses and that crunchy hair gel bruh ik he’s trying to look smart and dignified but he is so FINE without them
HE LOOKS LIKE A SHOUJO MALE LEAD PLEASEEEE
#he’s so stupid i love him#like the DEFINITION of a himbo omg his character wiki is so cute#‘his strengths are that he's honest a good guy and an eager learner’#‘he spends his holidays meditating and walking his family's dog’#HE’S SO CUTEEE if only he didn’t look so goofy 90% of the time#hair down zantetsu you will always be famous (to me)#tsurugi zantetsu#blue lock
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grog asking kima and allura for gossip reminded me of something
#i love him so much!!!! just a loveable himbo he is so dear to me#tlovm#the legend of vox machina#tlovm spoilers#grog strongjaw#critical role
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Happy Moon Festival! 🌕
there's a bunch of holidays today, Mid-Autumn Festival, Tsukimi, Chuseok and more! all dated on the day of the brightest full moon!
and since i had some time, i thought i'd draw all my moons and some yummy festival sweets (all prepared by chef Moon of course!)
some intros to all the moons and the dishes below the cut
some intros:
Moonie's from my chibi AU, "Rain or Shine". a rambunctious little guy who loves playing with his Sunny
Moondrop's from my hairdresser AU, "New 'Do, Same You". a Moon in a glamrock-style casing, who's pretty chill but insecure
Mooncake's from my restaurant AU, "Have You Eaten?" a hopeless romantic chef who loves cooking yummy foods!
13's from my dystopian AU. he's a sheltered, naive little Moon bot who is curious to learn about the world outside the palace
Miel is from my idol AU. she's an ex-Moon bot, turned nanny bot, turned rapper of an idol duo (she sings too tho!)
and the menu:
tsukimi dango are plain Japanese dumplings made of rice flour and glutinous rice flour, resembling the full moon
mooncakes are Chinese treat with various skins and fillings, but traditionally they are a pastry filled with lotus seed paste and a salted duck egg yolk to resemble the full moon
songpyeon are a Korean rice cake with various types of fillings—red beans, dates, sesame seeds, honey, and more!
#fnaf moon#fnaf dca#dca fandom#Moon Rain or Shine AU#Moon New Do Same You AU#Moon Have You Eaten? AU#13 dystopian AU#Miel idol AU#crab art#digital art#bright colours#all my moons 🥰#Mooncake is glowing because himbo Moondrop is lifting him up like he weighs about 3 grapes#boi i'd be glowing too#funny thing is#Moondrop and Moonie can't eat#so the other three will have to eat everything#or invite their Suns and Eclipses#i really gotta draw my suns and eclipses some time#this was fun#admittedly the Moons are the most chill around each other#the Suns are mixed bag but they'd be congenial together#the Eclipses...#they get a little chaotic 😅#all the my Eclipses are different levels of extreme#extreme silly extreme flirty extreme danger extreme handsome#i love them all 🥰
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It’s so adorable when he cries😭😭
#fanart#illustration#disney elemental#elemental fanart#pixar elemental#elemental ember#elemental wade#elemental#Pixar#disney#im hyperfixating again#i love him#he is so silly#he is so babygirl#himbo energy
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I can just see Opeli holding her Advanced Fiscal Exercises class and Soren showing up in tiny little gym shorts that show off his thunder thighs and a muscle tank because he thought it was Advanced Physical Exercises. The entire time, Opeli tries to ignore that, but Soren sits front row and keeps asking questions. She thinks it’s because he’s engaged with the lesson, but really he’s just confused and has no idea what the hell is going on. He doesn’t know what fiscal means, or what taxes have to do with exercise.
#the advanced fiscal exercises/advanced physical exercises line was so funny and in character for Soren I wish I could’ve seen the class#he’s such a himbo I love him#the dragon prince#Soren#Opeli#sorpeli#continuethesaga#giveusthesaga#tdp shitpost#tdp meme
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strawberry scones
s/tar/d/ew v/alley, 2.6 k, s/am allergy fic my farmer has the fetish because i said so, sam/seb/farmer are some kind of polycule also because i said so sorry to call u out directly but just want to note the text messages and dynamics are directly inspired from @bestwhumpist's fics because i'm obsessed with the way you write the 'one partner with the kink and everyone else around them' dynamic and you inspire me xoxoxoxoxoxoxo ty
goblin destroyer + milo abigail: r we still practicing today?? seb: we were supposed to…. abigail: ??? seb: sam might still be dying sam: IM GOOD! IM FINE! i took my allergy meds sam: we’re still on >:| seb: uh huh sam: im serious! im much better sam: 4pm at my place be there or be lame sam: milo, you in? c:
The glare from the sun made the surface of his phone near impossible to read at first. Angling his hat forward, Milo let the brim cast a shadow over the screen until the group chat became legible. And when it did, his throat immediately went dry. Nervous heat fluttered in his chest despite the still crisp early spring air and his thumbs became clumsy as they hurried to type back a response.
milo: you know it!!! i’ll bring snacks
He was about to pocket his phone and resume tending to the bed of soil in front of him when another message came through. A private one, outside the group chat. Milo swiped back to read it and his heart dropped into his stomach.
sebastian: ur so fucked lol
Upon first arriving, it seemed as though Sam’s insistence on his own well-being was actually genuine. He greeted Milo at the door with clear eyes and a beaming, slightly crooked smile. Feeling like a delinquent for doing so, Milo gave a cursory glance at his nose and found it not even the slightest bit red or raw looking. He tried to temper his disappointment in favor of relief. This was good, actually. If Sam’s allergy meds really were doing their job, this was going to be a lot easier for him to sit through.
Sam threw a lean, muscled arm around Milo’s shoulders and guided him inside. He smelled like fresh laundry and sunshine and was already talking a mile a minute.
“I think you’re really gonna like the new stuff, Sebastian’s been working on some lyrics that really brought the whole ting together--” he glanced at the tote Milo had clutched under his arm, “Oh shit, you really did bring snacks! I could kiss you, dude.”
They entered Sam’s room—always surprisingly clean for a man so full of boundless energy—and Abigail snorted.
“Ugh, save it for when I leave,” she muttered, “The three of you can make out on your own time.”
Milo blushed dark red, the freckles on his cheeks nearly dissolving into the pools of color as the heat crawled up his face. Just as his step faltered, Sebastian appeared at his side and snaked an arm around his waist. He pulled Milo free of Sam’s golden aura and cocooned him in his own: velvety and dark and every bit as distracting.
“It was a figure of speech, jeez,” Sam’s cheeks went a little pink too, much to Milo’s delight. The blonde palmed the back of his neck sheepishly while he kicked off his shoes.
Out of the corner of his eye, Milo caught Sebastian smirking. He never quite knew where the lines between them all existed. He and Sebastian were dating, he was pretty sure of that. But Sam and Sebastian had a thing all of their own too. And for their part, Milo and Sam always seemed to get tongue-tied around one another, a phenomenon Sebastian relentlessly encouraged.
The only one who could clock all of them from a mile away seemed to be Abigail, who rolled her eyes and snatched the tote away from Milo before retreating back to the couch with it. Cracking open the lid made the room fill with the sweet scent of fresh baked scones. Abigail’s eyes went wide.
“Milo, you outdid yourself,” she gasped.
Milo, who’d just stopped blushing started right up again, and raked a hand through his dark curls.
“It’s a new recipe.”
“Oh hell yes! Gimme one!”
Sam darted past and snatched one out of the bin, jamming nearly half of a scone into his mouth with glee. Both Sebastian and Abigail rolled their eyes, but Milo merely watched with unmasked affection. Sam never did anything elegantly. It was all wide-toothed grins, exaggerated movements and unapologetic mirth.
By contrast, Sebastian was more delicate about the whole ordeal. Taking a scone for himself, he held it between his long, pale fingers and inspected the glaze. His dark eyes flickered to Milo.
“Strawberry?” he asked.
Milo nodded, “Picked this morning.”
Sam had already demolished his first and was onto his second as he stooped down to his guitar case. Scone in mouth, he snapped the latches with his hands and shook hair out of his face like a dog. Milo’s chest squeezed. So cute.
En route to the keyboard, Sebastian stopped and placed a soft kiss on Milo’s cheek. “Thanks, farmer.” His hand strayed to his hip as he passed and pinched at the bone playfully. Milo almost yelped but managed to keep his reaction from emerging.
He whirled an accusing gaze on Sebastian who merely gave a pointed look over at Sam who now held a half-eaten scone in one hand and was furiously rubbing at his nose with his other.
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Abigail used to joke that Milo was a captive audience for these practice sessions. But the truth was, there was nowhere in the world Milo would rather be. As music filled the room, Milo sank back into the old couch Sam had dragged in and pushed against the wall.
He couldn’t hold a tune to save his life and he’d never learned to play an instrument, so the best he could offer was a pair of listening ears for Goblin Destroyer’s new material. He tended to think everything they did sounded great, but he at least pretend to offer varying opinions. He mostly just liked being a part of it all. Plus, watching both Sebastian and Sam in their element had a kind of hypnotizing power over him.
Unfortunately, not hypnotizing enough to distract Milo from the losing battle happening before his eyes.
Sam turned his head against his shoulder and rubbed his nose against his shirt. With both hands occupied by his guitar, it seemed to be his only option, and one made effortlessly casual at that. It was over and done with in a second, having not missed a beat for his efforts, and it seemed Milo was the only one who’d noticed. It could have been a fluke.
But of course it wasn’t.
A few moments later, Sam sniffed hard. The sound was lost behind the music but Milo could see it happen clear as day. The bridge of his nose crinkled a few times and then the tip wriggled as he tried to assuage an itch without actually scratching it. Milo squirmed on the couch, wondering what it might be like to help him. To reach up and rub his nose for him while he played, or run his fingers along the bridge of his nose to try and coax out—
Sam sneezed without warning. A tightly controlled thing, just one bob of his head and a brief shuttering of his expression. It was impossible to say if he’d made any sound or not given the volume of the music, but Milo doubted it. For as inelegant as Sam could be, he’d been suffering from his allergies for long enough that he’d gotten good at suppressing them. Normally he didn’t bother, at least not around them, but Milo supposed these were different circumstances. There was a certain veneer of professionalism here.
Sam sniffed hard enough to wrinkle his nose again and continued playing, unbothered. But Milo knew where this was going. And he was certainly bothered.
Sam’s fingers never missed their mark on the neck of the guitar as his eyes fluttered and his head snapped forward once, twice, and then a third time with completely suppressed sneezes. His mouth was shut in a tight line, his expression pinched. He shook his head after the third as if to clear the sensation and arched his shoulder to wipe under his nose as he played.
Milo felt the room turning to molasses around him. Heat crawled up his throat. Worse still, Sebastian had caught that last outburst. A tiny smirk played on the keyboardist’s pale features as he continued to play, his eyes flashing almost wickedly as he met Milo’s gaze.
His expression seemed to say Told you.
There were a few moments of peace. Milo tried to will himself not to look at Sam again but his eyes were pulled there like a magnet. He could tell the fit was getting away from him. Sam’s eyes closed and this time his hands paused their rhythm on the guitar as the tickle distracted him. He tilted his head toward the light, a lock of blonde hair falling limp across his forehead, and then whipped to the side after a brief pause.
“—tiiew!”
Milo only caught the tail end of the sound over the music, and the resounding-undoubtedly wet-sniffle was swallowed up by Sam falling seamlessly back on beat. He blinked a little groggily as he continued playing. Then, he must have noticed Milo staring, because he grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders at him.
That slight acknowledgement of it all went right to Milo’s dick. He somehow plastered on what he thought was a convincing smile in return and then had to cross his legs. His heart began jackhammering in his chest. Fuck, was he really about to have to sit here while this happened? Maybe he really was a captive audience.
Sam struggled in vain to keep playing but his nose had other ideas. Surrendering to the tickle, his hands went slack against the instrument again and his upper lip curled over his canine. Milo couldn’t hear the uptick of his breath but he could imagine it well enough, watching the plane of Sam’s chest swelling against his t-shirt. Hh—hh? Hh?
Sebastian stopped playing. And the pause between Abigail’s drumming was just long enough for the first, clear sneeze to strike through the room crystal clear.
“h’h’JIISHZSHh’huu!” Sam gripped the neck of his guitar and angled away from it. Milo couldn’t tell if he was worried about sneezing near it or just using it as a point of stability. He gasped and let his head snap forward with a second, wet, “hh’tiiISChiew!”
Abigail stopped playing too. Silence descended, to which Sam quickly shook his head. He turned to the others even while his head bobbed between sneezes, eyes struggling to open during the quick cadence.
“N-no, don’t—nNNCH!—stop, I’m—hNGT!—fiii-nnGXT!—hGNT!—I can keep—tschh! TSCH! Going!”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, you sound like it.”
“You know when you hold them in like that it only just makes it worse,” Abigail scolded him.
Milo felt like the walls were closing in on him. He quickly angled himself towards the arm of a couch and placed one of the pillows on his lap as strategically as he could.
Sam lifted the collar of his shirt over his nose and mouth as he geared up for another. “h’Hsshhh-ue!!” "Bless you," Milo said, his mouth dry.
“I thought you took your allergy meds,” Sebastian sighed.
Sam remained under the cover of his shirt, eyes cinched shut. He gasped wildly and ducked down, “HHh’uPSCHh’ue!” A watery, pathetic sniff followed and Milo could think of nothing else besides the wet mist most likely spraying his own chest.
As Sam emerged, his nose was pink, nostrils an angry shade and twitching. “I did,” he groaned, “God, I fucking hate sp-sprhiing.”
Lifting up his shirt again, he pinched the fabric around his nose and shuddered into another, “hh’eSCHh!”
Milo couldn’t help but notice the slight spot of dampness now forming on the shirt. "Bless you," he said again, trying to keep his voice steady. His eyes were apt to roll back into his head if he wasn’t careful. "Thagks," Sam sniffed hard.
“Maybe sit this one out,” Sebastian suggested as Sam pawed at his nose, “Abby and I are the ones who have to learn the run anyway.”
To anyone else, it might have sounded like something a concerned friend might say. But Milo could hear the edge of playfulness to it. The slight lilt of teasing that was meant for him, and only him as Sam nodded glumly, shrugged out of the strap of his guitar and made his way over to the couch.
Milo stiffened, eyes going wide. Sam flopped back, completely oblivious, one arm going behind him around the back of the couch. He dropped his head back, gave a liquid sniffle and groaned. Milo could feel the heat of his arm near his shoulders and chewed on the inside of his cheek so hard he could taste blood.
“Just don’t sneeze all over Milo,” Sebastian warned.
Milo gave him a desperate look. It must have been really desperate, because Sebastian even laughed and managed to appear a little apologetic.
“Or the scones,” Abigail added.
Sam gave them both the finger even while turning his face to the side and half-stifling into the open air. The frame of the couch shook softly and his knee brushed against Milo’s as he released it. “hH’NGXtssh!” He groaned and shifted back. Sam hardly ever looked grumpy, but he was absolutely pouting now. He seemed to be on the verge of saying something else but his arm quickly retracted from behind Milo so he could lean forward. He ducked beneath the safe haven of his shirt again, head dropped and hair falling over his brow as he buried his nose into the fabric. "hh'tscHH!! hhi'zESHhhiyew!"
Milo instinctively reached for him, his hand smoothing over his spine. Sam startled at the sudden contact and bit down the next series of sneezes seemingly on instinct, folding into himself further with each quick set.
"hH'nNNT! nnGSST! nnGXCH!"
"Sorry!" Milo said hurriedly, retracting his arm.
Sam tried in vain to shake his head through and speak through the last of the tickle, "No, my ba-haa'aSScHIEW--bad! Sorry, hh'tssch!--fuck! There."
He'd thoroughly soaked the front of his t-shirt now. Sniffling wetly behind the cover of it, he lifted his gaze with no small amount of bashfulness. A hoarse, weak laugh escaped him. "Bless you doesn't seem to cover it," Milo said, breathless for entirely different reasons.
"Sorry, sorry," Sam continued to apologize, sluicing the moisture from his nose with his shirt.
"Do you not own tissues?" Abigail balked. "My house, I can sneeze where I want," Sam sniffed again before standing up and unceremoniously stripping out of his sodden shirt. Milo blinked, stunned, and could do nothing but stare at the lean muscle on full display as Sam walked towards his dresser. Sebastian cleared his throat and when Milo caught his eye, he was practically grinning. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him look so happy. Milo sank further into the couch and forced his eyes to the floor. "Okay, I think the worst's over," Sam declared as he grabbed a fresh shirt. Though Milo caught his profile just as the telltale hitch of his breath followed the statement. "Hh? Hh!"
His long, blonde lashes fluttered as turned to the side, eyebrows lifting in expectation. Milo watched his bare shoulders swell softly as he inhaled, muscles along his ribs flexing. Sam sniffed and seemed to ignite the tickle fully, directing one last tired sneeze towards his elbow. "hH'tishew!"
The exhausted nature of it did something irrevocable to Milo. His mind went completely blank as Sam sniffled through tossing his new shirt over his head and eventually returned to his guitar.
Music started up again but Milo barely heard it. He was lost completely, shoving strawberry scones in his mouth one after another to have something to focus on other than Sam's delightfully pink nose.
#im replaying it and um.... i love him ok#it's not just because he has canon allergies but that DOES help#my sweet himbo with his dumb skateboard#s/tardew v/alley#this is not my best writing but im also sad so no one should judge me#seb sneeze would be cute too tho......possibilities are endless#i am simple and dumb#anyway seb thinks its adorable and fully intended for this to happen#snz fic#snz kink#snzblr#snzfic
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Doing another poll!! This time is about something similar to the last one I did but with a more fun purpose (at least imo :^)
Which one of the trio is your favorite and why?
The reasons can be optional. You don't need to add them if you wanna.
My main goal on this is just to interact more with others and to know why some like these silly whimsical fellas, is it their personality, is it because of comfort, is it because you relate to them, is it because you have a silly crush on one of them (not judging you :]) or just for no reason! It's always fun to see people loving a character :>
#dont hug me im scared#dhmis#for me its GOT to be yellow#hes cute and silly and funny#ever since I knew about the existence of dhmis hes always been my favorite#he has a cute voice and attitude#main reason is because i REALLY RELATE TO HIM#like hes so me#the constant confusion? being perceived as dumb but also smart? brain fog? hating unpredictability?#feeling out of touch? expressing oneself is difficult? feeling unappreciated? HE GETS ME#I wanna hug him and tell him everything is alright#I WANNA TALK TO HIM FOR REAL#I want an episode where everything goes his way and nothing bad happens to him#my silly man who i see as himbo for absolutely no reason but i do because i love him#i love him in all shapes and forms#all headcanons (excluding the gross ones obviously)#cis guy? cis gal? transmasc? transfem? nb? skinny? chubby? buff? straight? gay? bi? aroace?#I SEE NO DIFFERENCE. MY FAV IS MY FAV#hes perfect (to me)#ok ok i'll stop#i wanna see what YOUVE got to say about your favorite of the clump
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Found a very fun song for Jerry...
#Man does that song line up with him#Jerry you dumbass (pos)#BEHOLD the MOST himbo coded man I have ever seen in writing- I swear#we all know everyone pretty much loves him i have yet to meet a single Jerry hater hes just so entertaining as a character#tales from the gas station#jerry tftgs#jerry pascal#tftgs#tftgs art#tftgs fanart#art#artwork#fanart#illustration#no joke tho that song is spot on- and man that preview lyric at the start... OOOOOOF if you know you know
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MARAUDERS FANS LET JAMES POTTER BE A LITTLE BIT OF A CUNT PLEASE
#it’s ok for characters to be complex and morally imperfect sometimes#it won’t kill you I promise#he was a teenage boy let him act like a teenage boy#it does such a disservice to his character to reduce him to some perfect sunny himbo saint#he’s so much more interesting than that#why are we throwing away one of the few canon pieces of information that we have about him#literally changing his entire character and personality#let him be flawed#let him change and grow#please#if you don’t love obnoxious arrogant toerag james potter then you don’t love james potter#if you can’t handle him at his worst then you don’t deserve him at his best sorry#maybe you just don’t love him like I do#I love him for who he is not just who I want him to be#james potter#marauders#marauders era#the marauders#the marauders era#marauders fandom#hp marauders#all the young dudes#atyd#atyd marauders#atyd fandom#atyd james#marauders fanfiction#james fleamont potter
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OKAY ERIC KICKING THE DOOR MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD HELPPP
#HES SOOOO#he’s literally somehow a himbo but also clearly smart I mean he’s a CRIME LAB TECH 😭😭#I hope he stays throughout the show I love him so bad#also the way danny FLINCHED#eric russo#eric williams#danny williams#hawaii five 0#h50#h50 6x09#h50 6.09
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Ifrit has the dopiest most sunshine smile send tweet
#I love him ):#guys what if I only posted about ifrit ever again#he’s my himbo#my baby#I ):#I love him so much#ifrit loving hours#ifrit ghoul
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literally no thoughts behind those eyes. i am still shocked that he realised jinwoo likes him. im truly impressed
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colin hughes i love you but this shirt is to a gaydar what chernobyl is to a radiation detector.
he really put that on and thought aha. i am undercover successfully
#ted lasso#he’s so silly i love him#colin hughes#afc richmond#afc himbos#ted lasso tv#colin ted lasso#ted lasso fandom#richmond till we die
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