#goodbye 🫡

[girlblocker]

the cycle of logging on -> getting mad at someone being dumb as fuck online -> logging off

[tvmilfs]

[tenracoonsinacrisis]

good omens stopped trending? damn.

[jinspurplehera]

as someone who does not do well with change, hobi enlistment followed almost immediately by jk deleting his instagram is testing my sanity

[welc0me-t0-hellfire]

warnings: unprotected sex, the tiniest bit of steddie, cum play?

eddie fucking you so hard, splitting you open on his cock. just as he’s about to cum, he pulls out, cumming all over your pussy. he’s a mess as he does it, stomach muscles tightening and head thrown back. “fuck- such a tight and warm pussy. you love me making a mess of you, hmm? nothing but a toy for us to use.”

he moves away once he’s finished, not bothering to clean you up.

steve slots himself between your thighs next. he runs his cock through your folds and uses eddies cum as lube so he can easily slide his cock inside you. “that’s it, baby. just gonna fill you up with loads of cum, yeah? you just lay there and take it like a good girl.”

[janeyre]

my sister cant watch the new ep until tomorrow and we have watched every single new episode together since 2014 so. i am logging off 😭

[ashipiko]

NIKO SHENANIGANS FT @theolivetree123 ‘S HOPPER!!!!!!!!!

niko is NOT shorter than hopper he is simply being annoying and hanging on his shoulder (after getting beat up probs) <3 my squishy

SORTA A SEQUEL TO THIS DOODLE

[superblysubpar]

YEAH @palmtreesx3

I have a single dad Steve fic with teacher!reader where he's a teacher. PE & Health for Middle School. He's the soccer coach for the Elementary kids 😏

BUT YEAH

He's an art teacher in my other one. So imagine:

THIS guy

TEACHES ART. TO CHILDREN. BECAUSE HE FOUND IT MORE REWARDING AND IMPORTANT THAN BEING A BUSINESSMAN LIKE HIS PARENTS WANTED.

ALSO

@rebelfell Ohhhh baby, careful what you wish for

In my world he loves all the arts, and has a knack for em all cause he had to study them, but he's got a soft spot for photography and screenprinting.

He gets really focused developing photos himself. Tongue out, brow furrowed, tan skin tinted red in the dark room, muscles flexing under a white tshirt as he moves the prints from tray to tray with precision and care.

BUT He loves teaching the kids about painting the most though.

1st graders learning that "WAIT. MR. H. LOOK. I MIXEDED THE BLUE WITH YELLOW AND GREEN HAPPENED. WOAH."

And he smiles and says that the green sail boat is totally awesome.

Today’s humble offering is…painter!Steve

[kuromi-hoemie]

man i rly love the ppl who work at this specific hardware store, they were helping me find things as soon as i walked in and cut some stuff for my little project 🥺 i always feel a little lost and overwhelmed in these places and don't intuitively know where things would be 🙈 so i rly appreciate the hand holding. I'm excited to get home now ^.^

[whydoifeelthisquiet]

Swiftie tumblr April 2023, you will always be famous (& borderline hellish) <3

[jinspurplehera]

HELP NOT THE CHRIS EVANS IN KNIVES OUT SWEATER

[fluffytheocelot]

honestly homophobic of netflix to remove the interactive with the julethief canon events in it

AND ON THE DAY CARMEN ESCAPES VILE NO LESS 😒

rip To Steal or Not To Steal. you had the entire fandom in a chokehold over that ending <3

[ilynpilled]

Bran

He was clinging to a tower miles high, and his fingers were slipping, nails scrabbling at the stone, his legs dragging him down, stupid useless dead legs. "Help me!" he cried. A golden man appeared in the sky above him and pulled him up. "The things I do for love," he murmured softly as he tossed him out kicking into empty air.

He thought of the golden man and the three-eyed crow, remembered the crunch of bones between his jaws and the coppery taste of blood. "I don't have dreams. Maester Luwin gives me sleeping draughts."

"Is that what scares you, the falling?" The falling, Bran thought, and the golden man, the queen's brother, he scares me too, but mostly the falling. He did not say it, though. How could he? He had not been able to tell Ser Rodrik or Maester Luwin, and he could not tell the Reeds either. If he didn't talk about it, maybe he would forget. He had never wanted to remember. It might not even be a true remembering. "Do you fall every night, Bran?"

Jaime

Jaime curled up beneath his cloak, hoping to dream of Cersei. But when he closed his eyes, it was Aerys Targaryen he saw, pacing alone in his throne room, picking at his scabbed and bleeding hands. The fool was always cutting himself on the blades and barbs of the Iron Throne.

In his dreams the dead came burning, gowned in swirling green flames. Jaime danced around them with a golden sword, but for every one he struck down two more arose to take his place.

Jaime saw green flames reaching up into the sky higher than the tallest towers, as burning men screamed in the streets. I have dreamed this dream before. It was almost funny, but there was no one to share the joke.

Bran

He was so skinny, just skin stretched taut over bones. Had he always been so thin? He tried to remember. A face swam up at him out of the grey mist, shining with light, golden. "The things I do for love, " it said. Bran screamed. The crow took to the air, cawing. Not that, it shrieked at him. Forget that, you do not need it now, put it aside, put it away. It landed on Bran's shoulder, and pecked at him, and the shining golden face was gone.

Jaime

"You don't feel your wounds then, or the ache in your back from the weight of the armor, or the sweat running down into your eyes. You stop feeling, you stop thinking, you stop being you,"

"the steel of his breastplate turned cherry-red before the end, and his gold melted off his spurs and dripped down into the fire. I stood at the foot of the Iron Throne in my white armor and white cloak, filling my head with thoughts of Cersei"

"let them have the meat, and you go far away."

Yet he heard himself whisper, "Let them do it, and go away inside."

"The world is full of horrors, Tommen. You can fight them, or laugh at them, or look without seeing... go away inside."

Jaime lost himself in her flesh. […] The pale marble was smeared with blood. Jaime wiped it clean with his sleeve, then bent to pick up the candles he had knocked over. Fortunately they had all gone out when they fell. If the sept had caught fire I might never have noticed.

Bran

Bran was going to be a knight himself someday, one of the Kingsguard. Old Nan said they were the finest swords in all the realm. There were only seven of them, and they wore white armor and had no wives or children, but lived only to serve the king. Bran knew all the stories. Their names were like music to him.

Bran nodded, trying not to let his fear show. He had not been outside Winterfell since his fall, but he was determined to ride out as proud as any knight.

Broken, Bran thought bitterly as he clutched his knife. Is that what he was now? Bran the Broken? "I don't want to be broken," he whispered fiercely to Maester Luwin, who'd been seated to his right. "I want to be a knight."

And he would never walk, nor fly, nor be a knight.

Jaime

And me, that boy I was...when did he die, I wonder? When I donned the white cloak? When I opened Aerys's throat? That boy had wanted to be Ser Arthur Dayne, but someplace along the way he had become the Smiling Knight instead.

[emeraldbabygirl]

PENG PECKS 👀👀👀👀

Jacob ‘Designer’ teaser

[girlcaelius]