#Nyles

[jakeperaltasflannel]

Art dump

[scenephile]

Don't you tell me what to do.

[cynicell]

cubism

[andynewsom]

Palm Springs

OK. Even though I pretend not to be I've realized that I am completely co-dependent but I'm cool with it because I think that life should be shared now and I need you to survive, but it's so much more than that: I know you better than anyone knows you and remember the night that we saw the dinosaurs you said it yourself in order to ever really know anyone you need to know the entire package the good and the bad and I've seen your package and it is excellent Sarah & you're my favorite person that I've ever met and yes I know that it's crazy odds that the person I like the most in my entire life would be someone I met while I was stuck in a time loop but you know what else is crazy odds getting stuck in a time loop... I hope that blowing ourselves up works but it's really irrelevant to me as long as I'm with you and if it kills us well then I'd rather die with you than live in this world without you!

[tickletastic]

Every New Day

Fandom: Palm Springs

Ship: Sarah/Nyles

Summary: Sarah finds out Nyles is ticklish, to shake things up she promises to discover a new spot each day. AU sort of? (This had been meant for tickletober, but plans changed. Here it is instead on Palm Springs day)

Sometimes, Nyles misses the dinosaurs, or misses the day he and Sarah got all the way to Wyoming without falling asleep, other days he misses some of the solitary nights he used to have when it had just been him, when he didn’t feel guilty about pulling Sarah into all of this. 

To Sarah’s credit, once she got over the whole not dying thing, she found a way to make each day unique. Or, as unique as they could make it given that they couldn’t fall asleep or die. They made it to Europe once, but Nyles, caffeine-drunk and half-belligerent, fell asleep as soon as they landed, and Sarah? Well, she dealt with things, and they both woke up in bed on the 9th again, right back in Palm Springs.

Despite waking up each morning on November 9th, guilty for pulling Sarah into this wedding-hell-Groundhog’s-day, every day still somehow felt new to Nyles, each new November 9th they found new ways to surprise each other. 

Everything is new, as of late, in part because of a discovery Sarah made on day 235, or something like that, a discovery she wouldn’t let Nyles live down.

That night, the two of them had laid beneath the stars in Yellowstone, lost and barely protected from the woods around them, having a single shoddy tent from Walmart keeping them warm. Sarah had cuddled up to Nyles, the two of them sharing some body heat, when her fingers had grazed the side of his tummy, rubbing soothing, absentminded circles while they tried to interpret the constellations they could see through the tent’s clear fabric. 

At first, Nyles got squirmy, and Sarah had dismissed it as one of his weird quirks, or thought that maybe bugs had gotten in through the slim holes in the floor of the cheap tent, but when he started to giggle into her shoulder, she figured something was probably up.

She dug her fingers in harder, quickly catching on, and he snorted, bucking against her but making no move to pull away “Sahaharahahah!” 

“What, dipshit? What’s so funny?” She asked, rolling on top of him, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck.

“Yohoure- Sahahahaharah plehehehease!” Nyles giggled, throwing his head back “ihihi cahahan’t!” He squealed, snorting hysterically as Sarah continued prodding her fingers in his tummy.

She pulled away just enough so that she could see his face, pink and tinged with embarrassment, and her fingers slowed down, just enough to let him catch his breath a bit. 

“I literally could have guessed you’d be ticklish,” she had said, and his face lit up ever more, “you quite literally give off the energy of the most ticklish person alive, in hindsight.” 

Nyles had groaned, finally bringing his hands up to stop her, trying to shield his face to avoid further embarrassment. Sarah had promised to stop, leaning in and listening closely to Nyles’ heartbeat as his breathing calmed down. 

Before they drifted off, Sarah had made a promise, one Nyles had hoped she wouldn’t keep. 

… 

The next morning, at a rest-stop in the middle of an attempted trip to Canada, Sarah had locked the doors, putting an arm over Nyles so he wouldn’t reach to unlock his. 

She knew she needed to act quick, and he fingers latched onto his ribs and dug in, receiving a screech from Niles, who arched his back against the hot leather seat. 

“FUHUHUCK, Sahaharahahah nohoho!” Nyles screamed, dissolving to jello in the passenger seat of the stolen car. “Whyhyhy?”

“Why what?” Sarah asked, innocent as ever. 

Nyles tried desperately to answer, scratching and clawing at anything he could reach but Sarah’s hands, kicking his feet so high that footprints started to appear on the underside of the dashboard. “Yohohou knohohow!”

“Well I told you, didn’t I?” She asked mischievously, leaning in to whisper in Nyles’ ear, “I told you I’d find a new spot each day.”

She giggled along as Nyles made a fool of himself in the front seat of some random dude’s old car, as he looked so golden beneath the scorched sunlight.

… 

After day five of Sarah finding new spots and Nyles laying back and taking it, he got more careful, exposing sensitive spots less and less. By day seven, he truly believed there were no more spots left to be found. 

“SAHAHARAH NOHOHO!” He shrieked, proving himself wrong as she scratched behind his ears, dipping ever-so-slightly below to graze his collarbones, which she had already dedicated a day to. “I FUHUHUCKING CAHAHAN’T!”

“Sure you can,” Sarah smirked, taking notice of Nyles’ fists, balled up by his sides, “I think you can do anything you put your mind to.”

… 

There was no way, Nyles was sure, that by day 20 Sarah hadn’t discovered every possible spot. She had even done his belly and his belly button separately to prolong the end to her little game, the palms and the backs of his hands had been studied on two separate days.

This time, when he woke up, he was face-to-face with Sarah, pinned to the bed, Misty shouting and knocking from outside. 

“Uh, hi?” He says, gazing groggily up at her.

Sarah is absolutely beaming, her grin splitting her face in two. “I have good news.”

“Roy isn’t homicidal anymore?”

“Not as long as the sky’s blue,” Sarah snorts, “even better news!”

“Alright,” Nyles grins, her giddiness beginning to infect him. “What is it?”

“It’s the last day,” Sarah says, as Nyles’ confusion and grogginess makes him forget the highlight of the last 20 days, suddenly enamored by Sarah’s excitement. 

“Last day?” He says, biting his lip to stop his grin from growing, “last day of what?”

“Last day of this, silly,” Sarah says before launching his fingers into his ribs, one of his worse spots she discovered over the last three-ish weeks. Nyles screams, bucking almost entirely off the bed, one of his hands coming to block his face as best as it can while the other goes up so he can grip onto his hair. 

“Nohoho! Ihihit’s so bad!” Nyles squeals, shaking his head, “nohohot agahahain!”

“I’m sorry, Nyles,” Sarah laughs, “this has been strictly for science. Who would I be if I didn’t text all of my discoveries at once? What if I was a rocket scientist before all of this? Or a brain surgeon? I gotta test my discoveries.”

Nyles snorts at the absurdity, trying to grasp bits of his own life before the 9th while being deftly torn apart by knowing hands. 

Sarah decides to dart down to his hips, his worst spot, and squeeze them with all she’s got, sending him into a fit of hiccup-filled screeching. She watches as he fights against himself to pry her hands away, and takes pity on him, moving one hand down to his knees, the other going up to his ears.

The treatment gets him giggling all high and squeaky, turning pink all the way down his neck. While red in the face and giggling hysterically while Sarah’s hands take him apart, Misty screaming from outside, Nyles realizes that they’re right in the middle of the gooey part of the Twix, enjoying the future they’re making for themselves every new morning, and whether they can beat the time warp or not, he never wants to be all alone in the wrapper ever again. 

[jonathan-bailey]

NYLE DIMARCO as Ben Genovese "Frog of Truth" — This Close (2.05)

[anthonysperkins]

Meet the Artist 2025: Nyle DiMarco and Davis Guggenheim on “Deaf President Now!”

[modelsof-color]

Nyle Khan by Andrew Mailliard for Numero Netherlands Magazine August 2024

[supfag]

NYLE DIMARCO

[lovesmokerguys]

>>> Suits & White collar | CL

#213

[ Actor : Nyle Di Marco ]

[jakeperaltasflannel]

Doodlez

Everyone is free to request stuff btw (Preferably Andy related 😅)

[scenephile]

Little Joey is watering dog shit.

[lovesickems]

been thinking bout them recently

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

"Hobbits are an unobtrusive but very ancient people, more numerous formerly than they are today; for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth: a well-ordered and well-farmed countryside was their favourite haunt." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, "Prologue"

@arwenindomiel's tolkien south asian week ☸︎ day 6: a people ☸︎ HOBBITS

[ID: an edit comprised of four graphics with tan backgrounds, framed on top and bottom with several light brown lines.

1: An image at the top shows trees and green fields in a hazy morning or evening. The bottom edge is finished like ripped paper. Large brown and white text on the left side of the graphic reads "Concerning Hobbits." On the right side is a drawing of a stem of flowers in light brown.

2: A grid of images on the left side of the graphic show (from top left to bottom right): a person's hands decorated with red henna, food frying in a pan, hanging garlands of flowers, and a dirt road leading between low grassy hills. They are overlaid at the bottom left corner by the same flower drawing as Image 1, but in white. A block of text on the right side is titled "The Shire-Folk" and reads "Hobbits, often called Halflings or Periannath, are the fourth and most frequently forgotten of the free peoples of Middle-earth. They reside primarily in the Shire, with small communities in the nearby Bree-land and Buckland regions. Although of diminutive stature (roughly half that of a Man), it is unwise to take a Hobbit at face value, for they often possess untold depths of courage, strength, and daring. Most Hobbits are cheerful by nature, with merry, welcoming dispositions; good friends in a hard place, and always ready to share with those in need, whether of a tale, a laugh, or a delicious meal. Although they are of gentle disposition, beware: a Hobbit wronged is tenacious and persevering, and their friends often more so."

3: Three columns of text, each headed by an image with the same worn edges as that in Image 1. The first shows two brown-skinned people swimming together. Its text block is titled "Stoors" and reads "The Stoors are the largest and broadest of the Hobbits, and closest in resemblance to Men. Unusually for Halflings, they have an affinity for water, and often reside along rivers, where they make their living as fisherfolk. Unlike the other two clans, Stoors may grow facial hair. Owing to their time among the Dunlendings, hey speak their own dialect of Hobbitish." The second shows a brown-skinned, shirtless person standing amid greenery. Text reads "Fallohides" and "The Fallohides are the least numerous of the Hobbit clans, and the most open to engagement with other peoples. They are close in friendship with the Elves, and share their enthusiasm for language and song. They are hunters rather than farmers, and greatly love the woodlands. Fallohides tend to grow taller than both Harfoots and Stoors." The third shows a group of women with brown skin and black hair, wearing colorful saris. Text reads "Harfoots" and "The Harfoots are the most populous of the clans, and the smallest in stature. They wear no shoes, and live in underground dwellings built into the sides of hills. Harfoot communities are generally stationary, though they were the first among the Halflings to arrive in Eriador. They are skilled in farming and handicrafts, and are on friendly terms with Dwarves."

4: A grid of images titled "Notable Hobbits." Each is labeled with a name. From left to right, they are: Frodo of the Nine Fingers (pakistani model Nyle Khan), Belladonna Took (sri lankan tamil/canadian actor Maitreyi Ramakrishnan), Samwise "Sam" Gamgee (south indian actor Gokul Suresh), Peregrin "Pippin" Took, (indian model Varun Mohite), Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck (indian model Priyanshu Singh), Bilbo Baggins (kashmiri model Bobby Ibrah), The Old Took (an older indian man), and Elanor Gamgee (gujarati-telugu indian model Manya Mitra) //End ID]

[stonedporcupine]

I'm pretty sure Lin would prefer to bandage her chest rather than wear a bra...

fuck me in your desk until you break me

Blessing you with more half naked Lin because y'all are THIRSTY (it's okay me too)

Chap 5 of Past Due still being written. Bear with me ppl I'm not done with exams yet 😭🙏