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thatboisus · 7 months
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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.
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bruhaalla · 3 months
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Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep
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welovelouisandbucky · 8 months
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Me: *gets periods* *sighs*
Also me: *searches x reader period fics on Tumblr/ao3*
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veryberryjelly · 3 months
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LAST DAY
to send in requests for my 1.5k dinner party! i’m you by to continue writing the requests i haven’t already posted but today is the last day to send something in!
send asks to my inbox !
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cinnamoodles · 4 months
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you did not kudos? you left the fic without a reblog? oh! oh! jail for reader! jail for reader for One Thousand Years!
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yourlocalabomination · 8 months
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“The spankoffski bros are played by the same actor, they both can’t be on stage at the same time!”
Wrong. Joey has two hands.
May I present the superior solution:
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lowpolyraccoon · 8 months
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so i remember seeing a post somewhere here talking about how if joey richter had a mustache on a stick/stick-on mustache he could easily play both ted and pete in the same scene, and i love that idea, but if it were to happen i do want one part to be included about pete wanting a mustache, something like
Pete: You know, I've been thinking about growing a mustache.
Ted, while smoothing out his mustache: You? (he turns to face pete) With a mustache? (he laughs) Like you could ever pull off a mustache.
Pete: Hey! I would look great with a mustache!
basically i want a scene where pete and ted talk about how pete would look terrible with a mustache aka joey richter putting on and taking off a mustache while telling himself he would look stupid with a mustache and arguing with himself
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raealitysucks · 3 months
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Awww man, it's been days since I've been able to find a fic that hits the spot. HELP!!! 😞😞
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isogenderskitty · 6 months
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sorry i can’t work tomorrow i have to think about ted holding charlotte & pete’s hands at the end of black friday for the rest of my life
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thatboisus · 5 months
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girlhood is staying up late to read the top posts in an x reader tag
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bruhaalla · 2 months
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Okay but where’s my 6’5 brown eyes black hair thick thighs man ?
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petes-5yr-cocoa · 9 months
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prof-ramses · 12 days
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Hachetfield as reddit sleep talking
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patrophthia · 1 year
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hii! I really loved your stories! can you write something about theo×hufflepuff again? I don't have any preferences, whathever comes to you mind (well maybee some enemies/don't like each other at the begging haha) thank u))
wanted to do rivals to lovers but i failed, like really badly so here’s just fluff with theo envying reader a teensy bit
make it make sense | theodore nott
pairing: theodore nott x reader
genre: fluff, meet cute, established relationships, tasm reference (just cuz)
part of my 1k celebration event !
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You and Theodore makes no sense. Not to your friends, not to his friends, not to anyone —Merlin, not even yourselves. 
How the two of you got today is and will always be a story Theodore could never wrap his head around. 
At first glance, the two of you are direct opposites. A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin made absolutely no sense at first sight. And it’s exactly what he thought when his feelings towards you —which were, at first, resentment and envy (you were doing better in classes than he was and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him) turns to fascination, and maybe even adoration. 
Not in a weird way, of course. Not in a way where he’d stare at you from across the room where you’re sitting, chatting with your friends with a pretty on your face before accidentally meeting his eyes and making him avert his gaze kind of way. Or well —maybe it was. You were beautiful, can you blame him?
Not only were you beautiful, you were also kind. So incredibly kind, hardworking, and your sense of justice is so strong you knocked him off his feet. Literally. 
The first time he talked to you —really talked to you— was when you body slammed him to the ground whilst chasing someone who’d had picked on your friend. It sounds cliche and sometimes, when he feels an overwhelming urge to kiss you; he deflects it by joking about how you ‘fell’ for him. 
You were quick to pick yourself up off of him, eyes wide as you helped him back to his feet with repetitive apologies. “I’m sorry, I really should’ve looked where I was going but I was so worried that he’d get away (and he did) that I bumped into you.
Are you okay though? Should I bring you to the infirmary? What’s your name? How many fingers am I holding up?” 
Theodore fixes his attention on you. “I’m fine, let’s not bother Madam Pomfrey about this,” he says first, then he glances between you and your fingers, eyes glinting with ridicule, “Zero.” 
He’s messing with you. That’s . . . A relief. Unless he actually couldn’t tell that you’re holding up fo—
“Four,” he tells you anyways, he then adds. “Nott.” 
“What?” 
“My names Nott.” He tells you. 
And you smile at him. You’re kind enough to smile at him even when he’s coming off as a bit of an arse to you, you still smile at him. “Oh I know,” you say, “just wanted to make sure you knew it too.” 
He blinks at you. Slowly. So slow that it almost resembles a cat’s blinking. “Well, I do.” 
“Good.” He’s still looking at you. And you’re still looking at him. Neither of you wanting to go back to your separate lives just yet. “Are you seeing anyone?” 
Theodore wills himself to not show any real reaction to your words, only keeping stoic as he answers. “I’m not,” he says, “are you asking to make sure I knew it too?” 
“No.” You shake your head. “I just wanted to know.” 
And you leave. So suddenly that Theodore has to stare at your leaving figure for a good three minutes before finally pulling himself back together. 
So maybe the two of you made no sense being with one another, but it’s been like that from the start —how you left him standing there will forever be a core memory for him— and he’s more than just content to be in love with you now. And if he’s being honest, does things making sense matter when you’re in love? 
Not in his books. 
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yourlocalabomination · 9 months
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Song - The Ballad of Jane Doe from Ride The Cyclone: The Musical.
(Animated version with the song available in a separate post- Tumblr doesn’t allow you to add videos into reblogs apparently)
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diioonysus · 1 year
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black women + art
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