#it gets me EVERY time
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laurenkmyers · 1 year ago
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ai di x chen yi + the way they look at each other.
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ottpopfic · 4 months ago
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Ok but Leo I-have-spent-my-whole-life-running Valdez being the one to bring Jason I-have-spent-my-whole-life-unwanted Grace back from the dead is, UGH. Because for once, Leo is chasing instead of running. And for once, Jason is the one someone whould give up everything for
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vhstown · 1 year ago
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video of the year btw thought id share
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gilbirda · 1 month ago
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"Can't find a fic that hits all the good spots and now you are opening a new Word Document with ideas" Moodboard
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preciouslittle-bhaalbabe · 3 months ago
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This is the face of a man that's either going to kiss you or kill you. Maybe both!
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olauivers · 13 days ago
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my all time favourite bit in House M.D. is the "everyone lies except ___" and House going "lmao this patient is NOT lying" and it cuts to them bleeding out or some shit
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monsterhugger · 1 year ago
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irondad-defensesquad · 1 month ago
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i'm sorry but my sense of humor is "peter very casually joking about smth traumatic that happened to him and tony losing his shit bc peter never told him it happened"
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maradziew2 · 1 year ago
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bluebugjay · 6 months ago
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that scene where Monty finds the others on the roof and Edwin gets all flustered and weird because of the swing set rejection and Monty just ignores him stumbling all over his words, looks away and tucks his hair behind his ear? COMEDY.
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ryekat · 7 months ago
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My kink is Aaron Hotchner yelling at people for being incompetent
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not-so-brave-toaster · 9 months ago
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Whoever was the first person to write Wanderlust calling Jack rosebud in a fic
I hope their pillow is always cold on both sides and they never have a bad hair day
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klainegifs · 9 months ago
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sansasf · 2 months ago
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you know what i'll always eat it up in a jonsa fic? a cleaning/taking care of each other's wounds scene im sorry it's already FIVE STARS 10/10 BOOKMARKED KUDOS ANYTHING GIVE IT TO MEEE
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even-in-arcadia · 1 month ago
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I have been rereading Owen Chase's The Shipwreck of the Whaleship Essex (in the wake of finishing Whale Weekly) and the speed with which the whole calamity transpires continues to astonish me:
Not a word was spoken for several minutes by any of us; all appeared to be bound in a spell of stupid consternation; and from the time we were first attacked by the whale, to the period of the fall of the ship, and of our leaving her in the boat, more than ten minutes could not certainly have elapsed!
Almost more though, is the depth of shock and tragedy conveyed in the very minimal dialogue and description of the other whaleboat crews upon returning to what had been their entire world less than an hour before:
They had but shortly before discovered that some accident had befallen us, but of the nature of which they were entirely ignorant. The sudden and mysterious disappearance of the ship was first discovered by the boat-steerer in the captain’s boat, and with a horror-struck countenance and voice, he suddenly exclaimed, “Oh, my God! where is the ship?” Their operations upon this were instantly suspended, and a general cry of horror and despair burst from the lips of every man, as their looks were directed for her, in vain, over every part of the ocean. They immediately made all haste towards us. The captain’s boat was the first that reached us. He stopped about a boat’s length off, but had no power to utter a single syllable: he was so completely overpowered with the spectacle before him, that he sat down in his boat, pale and speechless. I could scarcely recognise his countenance, he appeared to be so much altered, awed, and overcome, with the oppression of his feelings, and the dreadful reality that lay before him. He was in a short time however enabled to address the inquiry to me, “My God, Mr. Chase, what is the matter?” I answered, “We have been stove by a whale.”
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pissditching · 2 years ago
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thinking about how the end by mcr and five years by david bowie are the same song again
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