#i need to do something with this

[gooeyringtown]

this gloria with this barbie uuuhhmmmm???????

liv sees my vision @hellsfireclub barbiegloria rival ceos‼️⁉️

[duncanor]

This is THE Million Knives song to me

[mushiewrites]

The Nail Polish Ficlet

I wrote this purely because @awkwardtickleetoo + I painted our nails and I randomly sprouted this idea. That's it. That's the only explanation for this. Enjoy! :3 💅🏻

(lee!Dream / ler!George / ler!Karl : 920 words)

“I actually like this. This looks so cool!” Dream smiled down at his hands as Karl screwed the cap back onto the bottle of black nail polish, the grin on his face letting the blonde know he was pleased with his work. 

“I told you that you’d like it! It’s fun, right?” Karl watched as Dream stood up and walked towards a light in the living room, wanting to get a better look at them.

“What’s fun?” Dream heard the accent in the voice behind him, smiling as George made his way down the steps to the living room, turning to give him a smile. He turned his attention back to his hands, admiring the way the nail polish complimented his rings. 

“Look George, Karl did my- whahah?!” The blonde jolted forward as he felt a squeeze on his left side, quickly taking a few steps forward before he turned around to glare at the attacker. George was smirking back at him, slowly taking the same steps Dream had just made, making the younger boy break out into panicked giggles.

“No! Noho, George! Y-You’re gonna make mehehe mess them up!” He continued to move backwards until he felt his back hit a wall, glancing to both sides of him and finding himself trapped between a table and the fireplace. He was stuck with nowhere to go, and with nothing to do besides try and convince the brunette to spare him.

“Oh goodness me, you’re right! I would never want to mess up your pretty nails, darling!” The elder spoke with thick sarcasm, smiling as he continued to step towards Dream until there was absolutely no possible way for him to escape. The tone of George’s voice amplified the feeling of nervousness in Dream, making him giggle and turning his cheeks a rosy pink. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as he shook his head quickly, holding his arms out in front of him in the hopes he could somehow stop George blindly.

“You’re lyihihing! I knohow you’re gonna- nohoho, please don’t!” He was thrown into another round of high pitched laughter, trying his best to keep his arms to his sides and his hands to his chest as George poked around Dream’s torso. When the older boy began poking at his lower stomach the blonde squealed and threw his head back, his laughter booming as he tried to bat away George’s hands.

“Ooo, don’t mess them up!” George spoke in a high pitched voice, clearly amused with the way Dream was twisting away from him in different directions after each poke. 

“Okay I have to get a closer look at this, he’s being too cute.” Dream heard Karl’s voice growing closer, opening his eyes to see the smaller boy make his way over to George and stand beside him, watching the older boy take him apart in the most ticklish ways.

“Nohoho, Karl, hehehelp mehe! H-hehe’s gohonna ruin thehem!” He pleaded with Karl, trying to gain sympathy by mentioning his nails. Both boys laughed as a poke landed a little too close to his hip, making him bark out a louder squeal. 

“Come on, gorgeous, just a little longer okay? I wanna see you laugh.” Dream opened his mouth to protest but was cut off with his own bubbly laughter. George began using both pointer fingers to push slightly into the sides of his tummy, quickly but gently wiggling his fingers and sending Dream into borderline hysterics. 

“NAHAHA p-plehehease! I cahahan’t anymohohore!” Dream had his hands gripping opposite shoulders, trying to keep his hands flat against them in an attempt to not hit his fingers on anything in his struggles.

“Alright cutie, I guess I’ll help you now,” Karl giggled again as he poked at George’s side twice, causing him to yelp and fling himself backwards, his arms crossed over his torso and hands over both of his sides. The curly haired boy turned back to Dream, who was still lost in his giggles. “And thanks for being so sweet, for me.” 

“You’re both idiots.” George complained from a few feet away, pretending to be annoyed as he rubbed his hands up and down his sides.

“Yeah, and you’re a ticklish idiot.” Karl smirked as he watched George turn bright red, opening his mouth a few times to try and respond but finding that the words were trapped in his throat.

“W-Whatever, idiots. I’m getting food.” The brunette pulled out his phone as he turned to walk out of the room and into the kitchen. 

Dream let out a sigh of relief, turning to go and sit on the couch. He jumped forward with a yelp when he suddenly felt two pointer fingers taser into his sides, laughing as he spun around and found himself looking eye to eye with Karl.

“Karl, whahat the hell? Y-You’re supposed to behehe on my side! You’re the one who painted them, don’t you wahant them to stahay nice?” The blonde whined through his giggles, checking his nails quickly to make sure they were still perfectly smooth. 

“I know! Which means I can fix them, too,” Karl smirked menacingly, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers towards Dream. “I’d run if I were you.”

The blonde turned on his heels and sprinted out of the living room, laughing hysterically as Karl chased after him, teasing him as he went. And if Dream got caught and his nails were completely ruined, he didn’t really mind. 

Afterall, Karl was right - he could always fix them.

[whinesandwhimpers]

ice hockey player!soap with figure skater!reader SDJKFGJSDKHGDF

[my-darling-boy]

I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

19

[qiinamii]

new guy in the Express

bonus:

adding more to the whimsy

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[billcipherbong]

it's literally the best gift he's ever got in his life

[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”

[seenthisepisode]

no offence but the reason tumblr is “dying” is, well, yes, of course the cursed like/reblog ratio and the change in user behaviour (because of people being used to how instagram and tiktok work) BUT also the lack of weekly shows. i say it with my whole chest, they don't produce captivating and engaging stupid weekly tv shows anymore because streaming killed that so you have spikes of activity here when Something happens in general fandom or up to three days after a new season of whatever drops and then it's a wasteland. this is obviously an old woman yelling at a cloud missing supernatural and the vampire diaries and pretty little liars and all these other shows type of post but honestly give me back weekly tv shows where i have something to watch for 40 minutes almost every day of the week after work so then i can read and reblog it on tumblr give it back for the sake of my sanity

[snarkspawn]

the devil you know

[nothingbizzare]

You have a good heart

[teaboot]

Teaboot, you cant be eating your spaghetti out of ziplock bags

give me one legitimate reason why, if I know that I will not be able to wash a tupperware container before it is irredeemably ruined, and posess within myself an incapacitating aversion to my kitchen sink, and knowing that I do not give a cubic ounce of a shit what strangers think of me, I should not transport cold spaghetti in a ziplock bag for mine own consumption

[krafterwrites]

You take the blue Eggman MDMA pill (158.4 mg), the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red Eggman MDMA pill (162.8 mg), you stay in Eggmanland, and I show you just how meddlesome that hedgehog is

[pangur-and-grim]

there’s a poetry contest that I kinda want to enter, but the requirement is a single 10-page poem. which is nuts. it would have to be some sort of rhyming short story….