#chrissi

[adamostrogoth]

[draikaesehoch]

Doggo Delivery for you and your bees ♥️

I hope they’ll finally do what they’re supposed to do ♥️♥️♥️♥️🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🐶🐶🐶🐶🍀🍀🍀🍀

Last chance for the supervisor

Chocolate and hugs for you ♥️

won't be able to watch the first half, because I'm at football practice (pray for my evil knee 👀🙈)

I'm manifesting today! May I come home to a 2:0 lead for Dortmund, and a Jule goal

🍀🤞🕯️🖤💛🕯️🤞🍀

[wouldiweresteadfastasthouart]

I love looking at my liked songs on spotify and tracking the days I was in absolute bits

[phantomrose96]

The lack of agreement across brands on what “extra firm tofu” is is, in fact, very high on my list of unimportant problems.

[bitchliteraria1906]

Go listen to Chrissi. That's it, that's the post.

[retrogamingblog2]

might wanna do those calculations again chrissy

[undreaming-fanfiction]

What if Steve is a famous model and Eddie is a rockstar, both still pretty down to earth that they move around without bodyguards...

They bump into each other at a corner, and literally bump into each other - Steve somehow lost his contact lenses and he's half-blind without them, his agent Robin is traveling, he'd rather lose both of his eyes than to call his parents, and so he's trying to get to a pharmacy/optometrist/somewhere else just based on memory and touch.

Eddie is walking, not paying much attention and listening to music, when he's knocked back by a very apologetic squinting guy who might as well be very pretty, if he looked straight at Eddie - which is very much not possible, as Steve later explains, Eddie is a very blurry blob to him, although a very kind blob. Also a really nice sounding blob.

When Eddie collects his things and his heart off the streetwalk, he offers to walk Steve to the pharmacy. After asking if it's okay, he offers Steve his arm and leads him carefully to his destination. Steve is still mostly staring at the ground, trying to fight blurry nausea, so Eddie doesn't really know what he looks like, except that his hair is magnificent.

They reach the pharmacy, Steve is so thankful that he wants to invite Eddie for coffee, but before he can do that, Eddie receives an urgent call from his agent and needs to leave.

They both - not without a tinge sadness - think they won't see each other again.

Except the next day there's a wave of tabloid headlines: "CORRODED COFFIN'S EDDIE MUNSON FINALLY SETTLES DOWN?! THE ROCKSTAR SEEN WITH REDKEN'S MODEL STEVE HARRINGTON!" and there are pictures of Steve and Eddie, side by side, and it really looks like a romantic walk rather than what it was.

When Eddie's agent Chrissy calls, half-amused, half-concerned, Eddie stops her with a single sentence: "Can you get me his number?!"

Chrissy snorts in the phone. "Give me an hour."

It takes her 33 minutes in total, and she secures a date with Robin for herself as a bonus.

And as for Eddie? He opens his message with "Hey Steve, how come you never told me it was a date? I would have brought flowers!" and gets an immediate response of "You would have, huh? Then bring some today at seven, the pizzeria next to the pharmacy. I like sunflowers. See you there, Eddie. And this time, I mean really see you."

The "see you" jokes stay with them for the rest of their lives.

[vielleichts]

✨update✨

[lalalaugenbrot]

inject it into my bloodstream

[sexycelebritiesposts]

Chrissy Teigen

[adamostrogoth]

[draikaesehoch]

We’re on timeeee! The Doggos totally know what to do, supporting your bees ♥️

Trusted supervisor was instructed, too, today

And I’ve got something for your as well ♥️

sounds lovely 💛🖤

and yay, I get to cuddle my favorite Chaoten 🥰💕

[nowritingonthewall]

OSCAR ISAAC for Brioni

Fall/Winter 2024

[gradexmovies]

[phantomrose96]

A coworker brought in a box of donuts today for a meeting, as a surprise. And as a donut-lover this is of course exciting in its own right. But I was in fact extra stoked because our stupid-humid heat wave just broke, and with the slightly cooler weather and my half-marathon race coming up in November, I'm just getting back into the swing of doing long runs after work.

So I said as much like "This is actually so perfect because I'm going for a long run after work" and my coworker responded "Oh to burn it off?" and this threw me way off my game because that was not where I was going at all. Where I was going was the fact that the single Best predictor of me pulling off a smooth, successful, well-fueled, high-endurance, long-as-hell evening run is whether or not I get my sticky hands on a sugar-loaded funtime treat around 4pm.

Like I was standing there over the box of donuts like