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#and who wears glasses
enigmatic-enigmas · 2 months
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POV: You're Elias Bouchard
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vanessavixenx2 · 4 months
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What I wore to the office…and what’s underneath! 💋 Vv xo
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softiedingo · 11 months
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he's just a cute lil guy wearing glasses 🥹🤏🏻
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squisheebugdoodles · 3 months
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This was a revenge on YavinTheSloth of two of our sonas hanging out and making cookies together!! 83> we're same hat!!
The Bunny character belongs to @slothfulartist !!
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lotus-pear · 8 months
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what do you call this specific flavor of dynamic
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fisheito · 3 months
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still thinking about those promo pics where they locked the tops and bottoms in separate rooms
#tops: at the club (in the backroom making shady deals)#bottoms: having snacks in the bright marble atrium#'the vibes were toxic at the club' you said.#'aster sold me to tidal wave of summer (-1)' you said.#that room of tops is seriously terrifying i can't imagine them all stuck together in a tiny space GETTING ALONG#let them mingle with the others!! *opens the hatch on the cage of tops so they can roam free*#honestly wouldn't they all be happier in the free range airy enclosure??#more space means fewer territorial disputes :} dante and kuya might not overlap and thus they may fight less :}}}#because of course my first thought was YAKUMO HOW ARE YOU ALIVE AND SMILING IN THIS ROOM? BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP#all your friends/emotional support entities are in the other room#you should be serving garu another platter of sandwiches. what are you doing in the backroom with mafia boss dante#then i pointed at blade saying YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE EITHER. well. i mean. u kinda .can if you want. u can adapt pretty easily#well ok maybe i shouldn't be typecasting any of you. you can hang out in whichever room you want#but... are you only hanging out in the club because you're dressed in black?#and wearing black in that glass (i assume) room with the bottoms will be too warm?#that's ok!! you can take off your jackets? or change? or run around shirtless! who's gonna care!! eiden's certainly not gonna care#wait. where's eiden#is he somewhere else ? all alone? wearing a half black half white suit split down the middle? like a confused penguin?#LET! THEM! MINGLE!!! *opens the hatch on eiden's lonely enclosure as well*#nu carnival#the clan's all here! (almost)
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phibsies · 1 month
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Something for your consideration
In the third trolls movie when we see branch as a little guy, he has glasses.
It could be that those glasses were a fashion piece, or it could be that branch needs glasses but refuses to wear them, instead choosing to angrily squint his way through life.
it’s actually really funny you bring this up because this thought crossed my mind again earlier today 😭
it’s probably for expression purposes, but i remember specifically when jd and bruce are first shown branch has to squint to see them
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he’s also the only one squinting in these scenes,, somebody help my boy :’))
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tothechaos · 1 month
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my five year plan involves turning into a little mouse and using a sewing needle for a sword and going on an epic adventure to defeat a great evil through the power of friendship and stabbing
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fred-the-dinosaur · 2 years
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loving the glass onion posting but I'm really sick of the 'birdie Jay stops flirting with blanc because wearing sweatpants makes you 'fruity'' or whatever post. because:
a. bit sick of the idea that we're still perpetuating homophobic and toxic masculinity principles in this day and age, at least amongst ourselves. straight people clocking gay men for wearing a 'girly' sweatpant company feels threatening, not really like a cute queer in-joke. especially given the current climate.
b. I don't think birdie Jay WOULD stop flirting with a gay man. I bet she's the kind of woman who likes to put her hands ALL OVER her hot gay friends at the club because 'is fine you're GAY and I'm a WOMAN and it's impossible to sexually harrass a MAN right?'
c. THAT'S NOT THE REASON. she doesn't make sweatpants for her friends to wear. she makes sweatpants to profiteer off the pandemic and lockdown. blanc saying he wears sweetie pants tells her he's not a disruptor. he's not in her class. he's a MARK.
THAT is why he's off the flirting menu.
(Also this is exactly blanc's game. we know he's doing this. he's TRYING to look hokum and naive. he's trying to make them underestimate him and distract from Helen being a fish out of water too. pity this little bit worked on you too.)
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konigsblog · 6 months
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photos that remind me of könig / my face hc for him
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ghostfrog81 · 4 months
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Sgt. Pepper’s but it’s more than vaguely inspired by With the Beatles
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nedlittle · 2 years
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every single explanation for why mikey wasn't decrepit but was covered in blood is insane like
he's a vampire and is draining the other three of youth
it was for his own safety. if he went on stage in all his 2005 scene queen half of jersey all of warped tour glory the seismic shockwave of two dozen nostalgia bait emo bandman dissolving their marriages for a chance with that sopping wet twink would have levelled nevada
bad ending where instead of the band breaking up and mikey getting help they drag the band's shambling corpse around until mikey dies young. pulling back the curtains on how unhappy and unhealthy they all were during the era that wwwyf is trying to capitalize off. you want us to keeping going back to 2005 for the sake of your nostalgia? okay mikey's fucking dead now (makes me unbelievably upset to consider but exactly the kind of shit they'd pull)
he died in normandy
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cozylittleartblog · 4 months
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my ACEN tip gimmick has been fulfilled, aaand i got a little carried away with it. I haven't had time to draw for myself (or at all, really??) in like two weeks, i needed to Doodle and Have Fun. ... also, i did not think he would get so many donuts. people understand the value of giving treats to fictional characters :) its what he deserves
also shoutout to snazzyskeletons who had the same Tip Theme i did. we took pictures with our tip jars together. they are adorable v
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i'm glad their vash got some donut money too :) 🍩 please check them out if you want some cute trigun stuff
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scarletbegoniaz · 1 month
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It's an overcast & cool day here & I am loving being a bum on this Sunday 😌🖤
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bimoonphases · 2 months
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@wolfstarmicrofic July 14 - prompt 14: Secret Identity [word count 622]
“I really don’t understand why you obsess over this, Sirius.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. James Potter was the top sports journalist at the Grimmauld Chronicle. As for Peter Pettigrew, nodding by his side, he was of the best photographers the newspaper had. Both had gotten in for their talent, and even if Sirius knew he had started his career as an investigative journalist from the very bottom, there was still people saying he had his position only because his uncle Alphard owned the newspaper. And he was getting sick of it.
“I want to prove I deserve to be here,” he shrugged, putting the wrapper of his sandwich back on the lunch table he was sharing with his colleagues. “By uncovering the biggest secret of all.”
“But still…” James went on. “Why don’t you choose something else instead?” “Are you doubting my abilities, Potter?” “No, it’s just…” James lowered his voice. “What if discovering Superman’s secret identity does more harm than anything else?”
“Exactly,” Peter agreed. “The man’s been saving the city and the planet for years, he’s surely got a valid reason to not tell everyone who he really is.”
“He’s hiding,” Sirius shook his head. “Who knows how powerful he really is? We don’t know anything about him.”
“What are you talking about?”
Sirius raised his head, his eyes falling on a crooked smile which made his stomach do a cartwheel. Remus Lupin sat on the vacant chair at the table, opening a Tupperware of pasta salad.
“Well, Sirius…”
“I was wondering what the next great story would be,” Sirius interrupted Peter immediately.
No need to let the serious Remus Lupin, the newspaper’s attache for all cultural events, know about his obsession in unmasking Superman. Especially not when he was looking that cute in that jumper.
“Anything for me?” he smiled at him instead.
“I’m afraid not,” Remus chuckled, pushing his square glasses back up his nose. “Only a big museum opening tonight, with some precious artifacts. The city’s deployed additional security along with the one from the museum because rumors has it Lex Luthor is actually quite fond of relics and might try to steal them.”
“Heard that, Sirius?” James said. “Superman might need to go visit that museum.”
Sirius only shook his head, but that same evening he was there at the opening, trying his best to blend in among antiques and philanthropists. The security deployed was indeed huge, but all the same at one point of the evening screams came from one of the rooms and Sirius ran in only to find flying robots with claw-like hands opening the display cases and taking the precious artifacts out of them. Without thinking, he ran to the closest one and jumped to try and take the vase it was holding. He might be looking for Superman’s secret identity, but he was still a citizen of a place plagued by Lex Luthor’s crimes, and he was not about to let one of those happen without even trying to stop it. Sure enough, the robot moved swiftly further up in the air until Sirius couldn’t hold on any longer and was forced to let go. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact with the floor, but it never happened. Instead, two arms caught him and stopped his fall.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
Sirius opened his eyes, finding himself be flown, bridal-style, to the floor by none other than Superman himself. The hero carefully put him on his feet and smiled before darting off to follow the flying robots wherever they were headed to. Sirius swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest for something completely different than the fright.
“Oh,” he breathed.
He would’ve recognised that crooked smile anywhere.
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jazz-kitty · 1 year
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friends playing through danganronpa and im thinking about them again :'(
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