#USA@1

[j2rkt]

Practicing My MSR on the bass Pakistani Parlor Pipes.

[sugas6thtooth]

How are we living in the same world? I wonder that on the daily. 125 days of genocide and there are still people out there who argue in defense of Israel's terrorism. It's nuts.

Keep talking about Palestine. 🇵🇸

[countingstars-17]

charles driving at sunset in austin vs max driving into the storm in brazil

[feddy-34]

asher watching the women's team

[formulanni]

Dear lord please double Logan Sargeant’s misfortune and give it to the British this weekend 🧎‍♀️

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time

[happy74827]

Butterflies

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You know you’re screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.

WC: 717

Category: Fluff

For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (I’m seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it 🤗)

『••✎••』

It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.

You didn’t mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just… happened to tip the entire thing over him.

The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.

You told him no. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.

"Miss?"

"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.

But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you weren’t that smart.

Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever gentle.

"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.

"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."

You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."

"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"

"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."

"Don't talk about the puppy like that."

"So you did have him stalk me!"

"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."

"Harvey, you’re such—"

You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.

In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.

When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.

They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."

And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.

Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."

Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"

He was right.

Goddamnit, he was right.

And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.

Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.

The butterflies seemed to agree.

[ummick]

in the funniest fucking thing i've ever seen, mick schumacher opens his door during qualifying bc of a wasp in the cockpit (and then couldn't get it closed so he only qualified p13), usa - august 31, 2024

[liar-or-lawyer]

[todaysdocument]

Second Lieutenant (2LT) Alonzo C. Babers proudly displays the gold medal he won in the 400-meter men's track and field competition of the 1984 Summer Olympics

Record Group 330: Records of the Office of the Secretary of DefenseSeries: Combined Military Service Digital Photographic Files

This color photograph shows an American Olympic athlete in the blue and white tracksuit uniform of the team.  He wears a gold medal around his neck and his arms are raised in triumph.  A happy crowd of spectators fills the stands behind him.

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[umgeorge]

"and penalty for mr. russell. thank you."

[pineapplepluto]

Henry’s hat game in the first episode. Kid Shawn is already bored of it but jumps through Henry’s hoops because he really wants a piece of cake. Adult Shawn has no patience for the hat game but Henry won’t talk to him unless he does it and says he’ll assume Shawn’s cheating if he keeps his eyes open too long. Shawn plays the game so well that, while he’s making a joke, he hears someone leaving the room. He knows from the sound of the boots that it’s the person with the cowboy hat and takes them out of the final count. Then Henry accuses him of changing the rules just because Shawn noticed something he didn’t.

If Shawn had real psychic powers and used them, Henry would’ve definitely considered that cheating. Shawn could’ve spent years learning how to astral project and Henry would still have called him lazy because he was ‘looking’ at the hats instead of memorising them.

[sugas6thtooth]

Prayers up for Bisan!!! Even if you're not religious keep her in your best wishes! 🇵🇸❤️

[countingstars-17]

THE BLACK FIREPROOF IS BACK!

[officialrailscales]

MP7 & G36C for 504 Gateway Timeout Friday

RSBM-P | Black

- RS

[formulanni]

MAIDEN WIN‼️

Tags: @st-leclerc @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @saviour-of-lord