#bloody Mabel
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nepholmes · 2 months ago
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Only Murders In The Building being a 'The Office' episode it's so iconic.
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iconicselena · 2 years ago
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Filming Season 3 of 'Only Murders In The Building' - New York City, NY (March 21, 2023)
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mannyblacque · 1 year ago
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romaniwitch · 1 year ago
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lonelypep · 1 year ago
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so i’ve been watching omitb every week and about two weeks ago i said that tobert was going to be the killer and it’s so obvious to me i’m starting to get mad
he’s even starting to look more villainous like that outfit he was wearing in the last episode?? wtf??
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lizhowlski · 11 months ago
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ONLY MURDERS INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT POSTED MY ART ON THEIR STORY THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER
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fancyschmancyopinions · 2 years ago
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SELENA GOMEZ at the premiere of “My Mind & Me” at the AFI Fest Film Festival on November 2nd 2022 wearing RODARTE
I’m a huge Selena fan. So I’m always excited to see her attend various events. She wore a beautiful Rodarte gown to the premiere of her documentary “My Mind & Me”.
My issue with the look is that it feels more appropriate for Spring or Summer. The brighter color and material feel very light and just stick out as the weather starts to get colder. I really love the purple color on her, and that she really branched out. But the dress doesn’t fit great for this time of year.
I am loving the shoes. I think they looked so amazing with both the dress and her assessor it’s. I love the longer earrings and how they look with a dress. So while I’m not sure it fits the season, the look is very pretty and looks great on Selena.
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zombie-cucumber05 · 1 year ago
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millenianthemums · 18 days ago
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they just beat up Bloody Mary (and created a hundred new inside jokes)
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ko2mi · 1 year ago
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theo helping mabel move out oh its so over for you tobert
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potterandpromises · 3 months ago
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not just another bloody mary (your beauty never ever scared me)
Missing scene from 3x07. I wanted to write Tobert's thoughts about Mabel staying at Theo's. This ficlet doesn't exactly show Mabel and Tobert as having the strongest of relationships, but could be viewed as pre-OT3, or just pre-Theobel. I kept it pretty canon complacent. Title is from Mary on a Cross by Ghost. Also on AO3
Across the room, Mabel speaks into her phone in fits and starts until she hits a dramatic, sort of tacky tone. She completes a reading of Theo's script just after midnight.
Tobert isn’t even sure why he stays.
“Can you help us with these boxes? Lester left us the good luggage cart.”
“Sure." He doesn't ask who Lester is. “Where are you taking them?”
“Theo’s dad is in prison so we’re going to store most of it at his place.”
“Right, right.”
They load the boxes onto the cart. On the second trip, Tobert looks around Teddy Dimas’ apartment. It's both exactly how he imagined it from the podcast and nothing at all like he thought. It’s dark, and clean, if dusty, and is that a photo of Sting?
The last dozen boxes are to be loaded into Theo's car and taken to his apartment. “I can help with the rest of this stuff too.”
“Oh, you don’t have to," Mabel says.
“I want to.”
In the elevator behind Theo’s back, Tobert wants to say more. “I knew you were moving, but I didn’t realize you had to be out so soon.”
“Theo offered to let me crash at his place like, a month ago.”
“Tight.” He would have offered, too, if he’d known.
The elevator dings open and Theo, two boxes hoisted in his arms, steps to the side. He and Mabel exchange smiles that are, absurdly, too warm for the occasion. Theo nods slightly and Mabel steps forward. Ladies first. Tobert drags the luggage cart behind them.
They load the last of the boxes into the car. Everything fits, with no room in the backseat for a third. So, Tobert can’t help Mabel finish moving in, the way he would have liked.
“What’s your address?” Tobert asks, and feels foolish; Theo's leaning into the backseat. He moves a box to the floor.
“I’ll text it to you later," Mabel says.
She leans forward, kisses him, and he thinks— he thinks— he sees the corners of Theo's lips upturn, briefly, in a smirk.
He likes Theo, really. He’s a fascinating person. He’d love to get to know him better. It’s just some outdated ideas about men and women and whether they can be friends floating around his head that makes his stomach uneasy.
That, and the general vibe between the two of them in the podcast; the way Theo's reputation proceeds him.
“Goodnight.” Mabel waves.
"Text me when you get there." She disappears into the passenger seat.
Theo catches his gaze for a moment, maybe accidentally. And Tobert tries to imagine Theo’s apartment. Is it a studio, like Tobert’s? Or can the heir to a chain of successful Greek delis afford extra walls, and more then one bed?
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fingertipsmp3 · 2 years ago
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The mood of Christmas ‘22 is malaise btw
#i am due to get my period on ~christmas eve and i am sick with i don’t know what#and i’ve described my symptoms and everyone thinks i have asthma but i can’t see a doctor until the 10th#so i guess i just have to try to not die in the meantime#also i am in a reading slump; i have writer’s block; netflix has decided it doesn’t want to work on my tv anymore#and i’m not in the mood to knit and i don’t have enough concentration to listen to podcasts#so that’s all five of my hobbies gone#i’ll tell you what i’ve done today. fuck bloody all#i’ve napped. i’ve been on tumblr a bit. i’ve done battleships puzzles. i have looked at mabel and she has looked at me#i took mabel out to pee. i looked at my laundry and decided not to do it#i’m trying to figure out what to do for dinner because like.. i definitely can’t order in because it would be a humungous meal#but i don’t have the energy to cook anything. also what would i even make?#i mean basically mac and cheese or rice with sauce. but neither of those sound appetising#i want a takeaway but it would be wasted on me in this condition#also idk if i’m contagious and if i get the delivery guy sick i’ll just have to die#maybe dinner could be a nap. OR. beans and chips#a chip butty and i pour beans in it. a chip butty with toasted bread. and i pour beans in it 🧐#all of this is sounding like a lot of work. i wish those pasta pots i ordered didn’t suck. they’re literally SO bad but take no effort#i could dip toast in it and pretend it’s cheese soup? i don’t know. fuck this#personal
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wolfythewitch · 2 months ago
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Me: hmm I wanna draw me and my brother as dipper and Mabel that would be cute
Monkey brain: draw ford bloody and injured
Me: h ghhrr rhj j
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littlebearbun · 3 months ago
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Stanley Pines x Reader; Mixed Priorities (nsfw, afab reader)
I just realized I never put this on Tumblr......
(tw: blood)
You should have been more worried.
There had been…zombies. Zombies, and Stan had protected you, Dipper, and Mabel from them. Now, you sat cross legged on your guest bed and Stan appeared in the doorway, suit torn, hair a mess, fez missing, lip split.
A drip of blood trailed down to his chin and he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. You followed the motion, telling yourself you were just worried about him and ignoring the way your mouth watered.
“You alright, toots?” Stan asked. You nodded, and only then did he relax and step into your room, as if finally able to pass a barrier.
“That was…amazing, Stanley,” you said softly, and Stan chuckled, shrugging his broad shoulders.
“It was nothin’.” You stood just before he was within your reach and gripped the lapels of his jacket.
You didn’t know what to feel. Relief that he seemed ok, as you smoothed your hands down his chest. Residual fear from what had happened. And a deep, shameful feeling, one that you wouldn’t-couldn’t-voice.
Stanley had been a vision. Powerful swings of his fists, brass knuckles gleaming in the dim light of the shack, all determination and skill and…
You weren’t sure you had ever wanted someone so badly.
“…….just protecting you.” You blinked, refocusing, eyes trained on his mouth, realizing Stan was still talking. A light flush colored your cheeks. You couldn’t allow yourself to get lost in thought like that.
Stan was staring at you now, though, head cocked, eyes slightly narrowed.
“What'cha thinking about, doll?” He asked, and took a step closer. You shook your head.
“Just how good you are to us,” you said, which was true, but also a lie by omission.
“Mn,” he hummed, “I’m not sure that’s all.” And suddenly his hand was at your chin, bloody thumb at your lower lip and smearing red across your mouth. You gasped, body going rigid, and Stan’s eyes went just a bit darker.
“I knew it. I thought I knew that look. You thought just because I was busy taking care of my family that I wouldn’t notice that my girl was wantin’?” His voice had dropped considerably, resonating in the marrow of your bones and dropping to the spiking heat between your legs. “You like a little rough, don’t you? Like knowing that I can keep you safe.”
You nodded mutely. Stan pressed his thumb against your lips and parted them, slipping his finger into your mouth to press down on your tongue. Your eyelids drooped, reveling in the coppery taste as you sucked on his finger without a second thought.
“Ooh, there’s a good princess. Good little bloodslut.” You moaned, face aflame, and Stan smirked wickedly. “Thought I didn’t know, did you? Oh, no. I’ve just been waiting for the right time to call you out.” He yanked his finger out of your mouth, leaving you gasping into his immediate kiss, all tongue and teeth and the overarching taste of his blood.
His calloused fingers made their way past the waistband of your pants and he groaned into your mouth as he made contact with your already soaked panties.
“Fuck,” he murmured into your mouth as you moaned against him and squirmed. “You want this bad, huh? Want me to bloody you up a little?”
“Yes,” you gasped as two of Stan’s lovely, thick fingers fucked up into you and spread.
“Gonna look lovely in red, pumpkin,” he cooed, voice saccharine and dangerous. “Gonna mess you up. Would you like that?”
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selineram3421 · 3 months ago
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⯅ or 🔼 or ⚠️
You're Off-key
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Part 1
Reader X Gravity Falls
Warnings ⚠
⚠ some book of bill spoils, swearing, blood, mentions of dead body, everyone is aged up, haha boy bands, mention of board games ⚠
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Ohmyglobohmyglobohmyglobohmyglob! You thought as the golf cart got closer to the roadside attraction.
Then you saw a familiar goat eating a tin can, and then it turns to look at you.
Very on brand Gompers. You thought before going back to panicking again. OK BUT WHAT DO I DO NOW!?
As you continued to think of answers to multiple questions they might ask, the golf cart stopped and the two brown haired twins hopped out and stood next to you to help you out.
"Careful, we don't want you passing out again.", Dipper says and picks up your backpack, then holds a hand out for you.
"Pshh! Move over!", Mabel pushes her brother to the side. "I'm helping them! I wanna know more about our new mysterious friend!"
"Mabel! They are hurt, we have to help them down carefully!"
"Well, we need to get them into the shack quickly to bandage their still bleeding head! Have you seen the golf cart seat!? The top is all bloody!"
"Wait, what?", you say as the two continue arguing and turn around to see the top of the seat that was behind your head.
Sure enough, there is blood.
"Oh, ew.", you say and get off the cart yourself. "Hey, it's fine. I can walk on my own."
After you take a step, you immediately almost fall and the two react fast, holding you up by your arm, one on each.
Weak.
"Ok, maybe I'm not as fine as I thought.", you laugh.
"What do you mean? We thought-", Mabel began.
"HEY MABEL! Didn't you have some juice in the freezer? If you don't get it out now you'll have to wait for it to unfreeze!", Dipper says quickly.
"OH MY GOSH YOU'RE RIGHT!", his sister says and pushes your weight onto her brother before rushing inside. "I'M COMING MABEL JUICE!"
Ow, my ears...
"Sorry about that.", he apologizes and walks you into the shack. "Mabel can say some random things and I didn't want her talking your ear off haha."
You are led into the kitchen and are seated on one of the yellow chairs near the table. After he walks off, you take in the cool air conditioning inside the house and sigh.
Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought? You leaned forward and rest your arms on the table before resting your head on your arms.
"DIPPER! WHY DO I SEE YOU DRAGGING A DEAD BODY ON THE SECURITY CAMERAS!?"
Did you really look that bad?
"They aren't dead Grunkle Stan!", the twin says back to the older generation twin.
"Do I have blood on my face?", you mumble to yourself.
Dipper turns back to you with gauze. "Uh, yeah? It's not that bad though.", he says smiling nervously.
I look like a dead body for sure. You sigh but don't call him out on his bluff.
"Ok Dipper.", you smile back.
As he starts to clean off some blood, Mabel then comes back from...you don't know where with an empty pitcher that has left over glitter and plastic dinosaurs in the bottom.
"I forgot to offer.", she says.
"That's fine. I still have water in my backpack.", you say.
Gauze is now starting to be wrapped around your head, then you hear someone else walk into the kitchen.
"Ok dudes, who bled on the golf cart? Cuz the cops are outside wondering if it's hot sauce.", the man, the legend, Soos asks wearing the Mr. Mystery suit.
"Soos!", Mabel says and goes over to the man after putting the pitcher in the sink. "We picked up a bleeding person that we found in the woods! AND LOOK!", she then gestures to you as Dipper finishes tying the bandage off. "They are wearing a cool sweater!"
A sweater? You look down and indeed find yourself in a zip up sweater. Ugh..no wonder it was so damn hot outside. Taking off your sweater to tie around your waist, you keep an ear perked to hear their conversation.
"Whoa, are they like a magical person?", Soos asks.
"MmMhm.", Mabel shrugs her shoulders. "We could always find out."
Nope! You stand up and then wobbly sit back down. Maybe I shouldn't get up yet.
"You ok?", Dipper asks.
"Yeah, I just wanted to get my water bottle from my backpack.", you come up with quickly.
"Oh, let me.", he says and picks up your pack and sets it on the table.
"So...", Mabel says sliding over. "Do you like boy bands?"
"Not the time-"
"Actually I do.", you respond. "I like the Front-road Guys."
"Well, do I have a story to tell!", she smiles widely.
"Oh boy..", her twin sighs.
You don't know what you started.
"Sometimes we'll still see them scampering around the woods and eating out our trash.", Mabel says as she finishes telling you about the boy band clone story.
"Wow, ok.", you say, shocked because she told you more details than what the show revealed. "That's crazy."
"Yeah, that was fun.", she smiles.
You've been introduced to Soos, and then you were given a small tour after the twins made sure you wouldn't wobble like a baby deer anymore. Now you were walking to meet the Grunkle.
I was sure the older twins were on a boat. Did they come back for the summer? That's nice. You thought and found Stan sitting in front of the t.v. wearing his house clothes.
Which is just an undershirt, boxers, and slippers.
The old man turns after Mabel says. "HI GRUNKLE STAN!"
"Who's the mummy?", he points at you and drinks from the pitt-cola can in his hand.
"The one who you thought was a dead body.", you say before the twins next to you can speak.
"Ha! Good to see you're not dead.", Stan says before turning back to watch a rerun episode of Ducktective.
Then they have you wait for something..
You're not quite sure and they sit you down at the table where the card games and some family meetings were held from what you saw in the episodes, still in the living room.
The back of your head still hurt, not bleeding from the recent check ups Mabel has been giving you but it still felt like your head was stuffed with cotton and your hearing was kinda going to shit too. You don't know how many times you've asked either twin to repeat themselves.
Maybe a nap would be good.
"And we brought them back here!", you hear Mabel say, probably going to introduce you to some other character person.
"Exactly where in the woods did you find them?", a familiar voice says.
Oh shit! It's Ford! FUCK!
You do your best to keep a straight face as you see them enter the room.
Shit. Fuck. Shit shit FUCK!
Then the author of the journals is standing in front of you with a small flashlight.
"Hello, I'm Ford. My niece and nephew probably already told you about me.", he says and kneels slightly to get to your eye level. "I'm going to run a series of tests to see how severe your concussion is."
"Oh, ok.", you reply as calmly as you could.
"Follow this flashlight with your eyes.", he says and moves it left to right.
You do so, this scenario reminding you of doctor tests that you've done once after getting hit in the head with a soccer ball during P.E.
Then the six fingered man turns the flashlight on to see how your pupils react.
Woop! Woooo.. Woop! Woooo...
You make sound effects in your head as you dilate and constrict your pupils.
Maybe I do need to take that nap...
"Sorry.", you blink and look at Ford. "I think I'm just super tired."
"Hmm..", the old twin hums and puts the flashlight away. "It's too late to go to the clinic now, why don't you stay in a spare room?", he says as he stands up.
Huh?
"Oh my gosh!", Mabel smiles wide and places her hands on her cheeks. "It's a sleepover!!"
HUH?
"It's not a sleepover Mabel, they are just staying here until the clinic opens.", Dipper sighs.
HUH!?
"Please no loud music that'll burst eardrums. I don't think it would help.", Ford says and begins to walk away towards the gift shop door.
WHAT THE FUCK!?
"WAIT!", you stand up quickly and lean on the table with your hand for support. "Why let me stay?", you ask, specifically to Ford.
The man looks over his shoulder, glasses glinting from a light coming from the t.v.
"I'm a random person they-", you gesture to the younger twins. "found in the woods and know nothing about me! Frankly, if it were me, I would watch that random person like a hawk!"
You're honestly afraid. You don't know how things will turn out. Ford will do anything to protect the twins, same with Stan.
"If you were dangerous, you wouldn't be able to get too far with that head injury.", Ford replies. "You'll need to change your bandages in the morning.", he finishes and leaves the room.
He..has a point.
All you do is slowly sit back down and sigh.
I'm so tired.
"Sooo...", Mabel says as she walks over to you. "Wanna play board games?"
Well, at least the family doesn't find me as a threat. Which is good.
"Got anything stress inducing?", you smile.
You're pretty sure they still have that board game that's like Jumanji.
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fancyschmancyopinions · 2 years ago
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SELENA GOMEZ at the 2nd Annual Academy Museum Gala on October 15th 2022 wearing ALEXANDER MCQUEEN
I loved how classy Selena looked at this event. Most attendees wore beautiful dresses, so Selena really stood out in this beautifully tailored suit. The lines felt so crisp and clean, the look was so flattering. Even in all black, Selena really shined. I loved her pulled back hair, and the silver jewelry she wore. This look was definitely under appreciated, but it was a great one for Selena.
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