#and it’s only February
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deakyjoe · 9 months ago
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Pedro Pascal won the sag award
My year is now complete
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harapeveco · 9 months ago
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February is for nijisanjien watchers what January was for utaite fans
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lottieurl · 1 year ago
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hyperfixations are so scary like yeah this could be a month long thing or i might be thinking of it everyday seven months from now. no way to tell
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ckret2 · 2 months ago
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Ford: All bill do is eat hot chip and lie
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delicourse · 6 months ago
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end of spring🌸🧶🌱🧵
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majunju · 7 months ago
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misc ymkr doodles frm 2023/4
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ozarkthedog · 9 months ago
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we’ve been blessed with the curls this year 🥹
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lonicera-caprifolium · 1 year ago
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it's all leading to a little cottage in the South Downs
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biblically-accurate-dca · 9 months ago
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♡ happy valentine's! ♡
( og image under the cut! )
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gunpowder-arti · 7 months ago
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sad cat poem - spencer madsen
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vecnuthy · 5 months ago
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@steddiemicrofic June prompt: stuff || wc: 483 || G || established relationship, moving in together, language, Eddie being chaotic
Confused, Steve grabbed the keys he'd just set down, and -- yep, right apartment number.
When Steve had left their brand new apartment that morning, he'd known that Eddie and Wayne would be relocating their things from point A(ll yours now, Wayne!) to point B(abe, this is ours. Ours.), but Steve didn't realize--
"Eddie?"
The apartment had been completely empty that morning when he'd left for work, the mattress that Steve had tied to the top of his Bimmer ("I'm not sleeping on the floor.") and yesterday's clothes being the only things left behind. Now, however, Steve wondered if there had been some kind of mistake with a hypothetical delivery service that he knew Eddie and Wayne definitely did not hire, because there were mountains of boxes in front of him. Towers. A miniature King Kong would have a field day in this apartment, and Steve could only stare, overwhelmed by the amount of....everything.
Until, finally, a familiar head of hair popped out from behind one of the towers.
"Eddie, is this really-?"
And then Steve's face fell, lips pursed at the sight of his boyfriend, blissfully oblivious to Steve's presence, absolutely jamming to the music blaring from the headphones clamped over his ears. Steve bit back a laugh at the guitar solo that Eddie vocally mimicked with his eyes closed as his air guitar got downright shredded.
Eddie bumped into a stack of boxes, then paused, hands held out placatingly to the swaying stack, and said, "Excuse me," before he went back to wailing along with the guitar in his head.
Steve could have taken him right then and there.
He settled for a light touch to get his attention, since it was obvious that Eddie would otherwise remain oblivious to Steve's presence, but when Steve touched his arm, Eddie's eyes flew open and the guitar wail turned into a banshee shriek, his arms flailing wildly as he fell back and into a tower of boxes in surprise. Steve tried to grab him, but it was no use. He followed Eddie to the ground, and the boxes crashed next to them.
"Jesus fucking CHRIST," Eddie cried, starfished on the floor, his chest heaving under Steve's hold. "Damn, Steve, you scared the shit out of me. I think I just lost five years of my life."
"I'm sorry," Steve couldn't help but laugh.
Eddie, winded, grinned back then winced and turned toward the toppled boxes next to them. "Hope those didn't have records in them."
Steve frowned at words scrawled on the toppled box. "It says The Prancing Pony?"
Eddie relaxed. "Sheets and stuff."
Steve's confusion only grew when he saw other names across the other boxes, until he landed on one that said Rivendell.
He knew that name.
"Why is Rivendell on that one?"
"That, my liege, houses aaall of your hair care stuff," Eddie smirked.
"....Eddie, no."
Eddie grinned wider and winked.
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royalarchivist · 2 months ago
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Pepito: ola buenas tardes [hello good afternoon]
Roier: Ay, Pepito! Puta madre–
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Let Pepito and Roier cheer you up with their Numa Numa dance! 🕺✨
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lulu2992 · 4 months ago
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❈ The Seed Family ❈
Joseph - Jacob - John - Faith
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witchkittymeow · 3 months ago
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to be honest i had this idea since i started listening to twice i just never did anything about it until now
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theliterarymess · 2 months ago
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Stunning
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spacedustmantis · 6 months ago
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GOD i fucking love starkid background acting
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