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fromamelodytoasong · 2 months ago
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EVE BEST as ELEANOR O'HARA in “Nurse Jackie” S2E2 | Twitter
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mardyart · 2 years ago
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mandatory festive steddie
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aeteut · 11 months ago
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🎀 Mary and Sirius girlhood 🎀
By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.
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harmonysanreads · 7 months ago
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Sunday after successfully impersonating Serval in the latest fic:
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meteoramp3 · 8 months ago
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thinking about him .*⁠♡
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queernoctis · 2 months ago
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theyre the same picture
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lillylunala · 1 year ago
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Babygirl why are you sitting like that
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shares-a-vest · 2 years ago
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Inspired by THIS picture of Joe Keery and the possibility that s4 Steve could have had the most glorious blonde highlights. we could have had it aaaaaall.
The bell chimes as Steve bursts through the glass doors of Family Video, bringing in a gust of the hot summer air with him.
"Shut the door!" Robin demands from behind the counter, lunging forward, exasperated because of course, that stupid door is getting stuck on its hinges and not closing properly right in the middle of summer. And Robin had only just managed to regulate the store's temperature after a pair of morons (aka, Mike and Will) had biked away and left it wide open.
Steve nods, looking like his blank, dingus self in his summertime attire: a baby blue polo and navy shorts that are far too short, giving Robin vivid flashbacks to their dorky Scoops uniforms. She looks down and realises he is, in fact, wearing an identical pair of blue sneakers he'd worn slinging ice creams and her mind drifts to what she could fashion in order to resurrect the 'You Suck' board. Between the outfit and his new hairstyle, he sure was regressing back to his peak 1985 lameness.
"Hi!" he announces, doing his silly little dad-jog to the counter.
"Oh my god!" Dustin shrieks, finally looking up from the VHS order catalogue he was 'helping' Robin look through.
The exclaim stirs Eddie, carefully selecting candies he is absolutely, one hundred percent going to pay for.
"Oh," he says, looking at Steve's hair, now almost entirely blonde with shining, fresh highlights. His face stays frozen in an 'o' shape as he practically collapses against the counter and holds on for dear life. Robin snickers, readying herself for some not-so-subtle teasing, but Dustin gets one in first.
"You look like a Ken doll."
Robin cackles, admittedly at her best friend's expense but, sue her. Henderson sure has a way with (bitchy) words.
Steve leans an arm on the counter, conveniently facing Eddie and smirks. "Always so complimentary, Henderson."
"Shut up, it looks good!" comes Max from the comedy aisle where she and Lucas have been standing for way too long.
Robin makes a face, knowing that all these little pocket moniless twerps are only in the store for the (not even all that good) air-conditioning.
Lucas elbows Max, offering a faint, "What the hell?"
"What?" she retorts, folding her arms. "He looks good."
The couple continues squabbling, the only intelligible words being, "he's lame", and, "but he has nice hair".
Steve runs a hand through said hair, likely knowing it's causing a store-spanning reaction because he's just that vain.
"Just got it done," he smiles like he hadn't spent the past week sitting behind the counter and not working while he was looking at hair magazines.
But he also looks like he's really only interested in impressing one very stupid, slack-jawed metalhead dressed head to toe in black despite it being the dog days of summer. Robin narrows her eyes and pokes at Eddie's bare arm in hopes of rebooting him to his annoying factory settings.
"Munson! You are being suspiciously quiet. What's say you?"
"Uhhh," he hums, looking Steve over before settling back on gawking at his goddamn hair.
"Jesus Christ!" Dustin groans, hanging his head in his hands. He gathers up his pen, paper and order catalogue and heads to the back room, continuing to act like he's an actual employee.
Eddie finally closes his mouth and gives a tight-lipped smile and Robin can practically feel Steve fawning over his devil-disguised-as-a-cherub dimples.
"It… It looks... good," Eddie mumbles, stuttering all the way and avoiding eye contact.
Robin snorts, realising the lovesick moron is just going to remain a melting puddle of goo, not worth teasing at all. She pushes off her wheely chair, sending it flying backwards as she heads for the returns trolley sitting abandoned across the store.
She misses Eddie eventually gathering himself up enough to move a step closer and quietly say, "You look pretty".
And all Steve can do is blush with a meek, "Thanks".
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1tbls · 9 months ago
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peetsandbeats · 2 years ago
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Happy Birthday Bbygirl
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inoreuct · 1 year ago
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During a supply run with Zoro, a well-meaning lady tells Sanji he's pretty. Not handsome, no--PRETTY. "Your swordsman over there is handsome," she says, pointing at Zoro, who's examining liquor bottles over at another stall. "YOU are pretty." How does he react, & what happens next? 👀 (1/2)
he just laughs at first, if only to cover up how that one word from a stranger has hit him like a punch to the gut.
he looks like a man, and people don't call men pretty. rogueish, certainly. even charming; he's gotten that before at least, but pretty? he laughs some more, gives her a smile and a few words that he doesn't even register, and the merchant lady tilts her head. "you don't get that often, do you?"
"never gotten it at all, actually," he answers, bravado draining away to leave a mumble that he isn't even sure she can hear.
but she must have, because she slides his purchases to him and hums, "well, you're very beautiful. anyone'd have to be blind not to see it."
"maybe," he allows hesitantly, taking the bag with a nod of goodbye. he cannot help but feel as though he's realised something that he won't be able to ignore.
and sure enough, back on the ship, the words swim in his mind. they pop up in blinding white font against the dark of his eyelids as he tries and fails to get to sleep. you're very beautiful.
do i want to be beautiful? he asks himself, and halfway through he already knows, he knows the answer. feels it like an ache in his bones.
sanji's never let himself think about it, but once he starts he can't stop. he imagines himself in makeup, pots and pencils and brushes in front of a mirror, his hair fluffed to perfection, lips red as the dawn and a beauty mark beneath his eye. he thinks about what it would feel like to put on a dress, a proper one; cotton and linen traded for silk, starched dress shirts abandoned in favour of satin blouses and full skirts that nip in with ribbon at the waist. he thinks of the wicker wedge sandals that nami sometimes wears. he thinks about being a man, with a little something more.
he flips over and shoves his face into his pillow. he needs to stop thinking about things that he wants but can never have.
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sanji's usually better at keeping his secrets, but eventually he slips. he should have known it was only a matter of time before the magnitude of it all became too much to bear and spilled out across the floor.
fortunately, his crew is there to catch him.
they take all of it in stride, even though sanji himself doesn't even know what all of it is yet; he figures things out as they go along. he finds clothes that aren't his in his closet, accessories appearing on his dresser. zoro keeps buying him silk blouses and it makes him want to laugh and cry in equal amounts. nami sees her chance to snag a makeup practice dummy and grabs it, which results in many a night in the girls' quarters, fooling around with makeup until they're either too tired or too giddy with laughter. the rest of the crew show their support in smaller ways, though no less significant—
and now, a year later and leaning against the bar counter of a vaguely familiar town, sanji suspects that he's somehow found himself. it hits him with all the grandeur of someone realising oh, it's stopped raining, or oh, tomorrow's tuesday— sinks into him honey-slow like the burn of the whiskey he sips, warm and comfortable, like a coat he hadn't realised he'd been wearing this whole time and had become his favourite without him even knowing. put like that, it sounds incredibly silly; sanji chuckles as he takes another drink, and a hand settles low on his back where the blue velvet of his dress dips down.
"hey, beautiful," zoro whispers by his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone before leaning over his shoulder to order, and sanji smiles as he swirls his glass with a slow twirl of his wrist.
maybe he'll go look for that merchant lady again. he's fairly sure he owes her a thank you.
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threestripeslider · 3 months ago
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trying to get my brain to cooperate so i can read MNMC is a fucking nightmare and a half but also everyone read MNMC right NEOW (just dont tell me about it)
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darlingzelda · 20 days ago
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Character: *expressing heartfelt emotion or sadness*
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bisupergirl · 5 months ago
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KARA ZOR EL'S FASHION IN ADVENTURE COMICS VOL 1 ART BY BOB OKSNER, ART SAAF, and TONY DEZUNIGA
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quatregats · 5 months ago
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Deeply frustrating that because of the order the books were written in Hornblower doesn't get to have a whole bunch of neuroses about being sent in to deal with mutineers
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hardkinksideblog · 30 days ago
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had too much to drink, I need to fuck that priest
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