#morning bestie

[v88sy]

DOUBLE ATTACK

Well that's just RUDE especially with how it looks like they're just looking at each other and SMILING 🥰🥰 (or, well, it did when it was in my ask box and they were next to each other 😂)

[repressedqueen]

BEEEEEESSSSSSSSTTIIEEEE

OH MY GOOOOOD

Oliver in his modeling era 😍😍😍

[triona-tribblescore]

Something something they are in love uvu <3

[dianagj-art]

Whats One doing for Halloween :)

I don't think I'm gonna have time to draw Halloween shenanigans 😔

[littlecutiexox]

kiss me all over

Treat me // Twitter

[coloredcompulsion]

Mithrun being a mostly autonomous disabled person with caretakers is incredibly important to me, building up routine habits in order to "fully function" while also still requiring help is so real tbh

[sophsun1]

#same energy aka the aftermath of dealing with evan 'chaotic bi' buckley #what makes this even funnier is that he's talking about each of them to other

[assiraphales]

zoro’s use of naps should be studied bc he really goes “I need to factory reset” and shuts down. too many stab wounds? nap it off. doesn’t want to do chores? I’m so sorry but I’m ty ty. has no social battery? goodnight. i actually don’t want to hear your story….. yikes…… maybe I’ll just close my eyes. but at the same time he’s such a little menace actively pretending to sleep so he can eavesdrop. convincing an enemy he’s out for the count. not weaponized incompetence but weaponized sleepy time

[housewifebuck]

[spliceyblues]

Glorious Masquerade drawings I did part 2

**all relationships here are platonic**

As captain jack sparrow once said,

"Did everyone see that? Bc I will NOT be doing that again" @ the GM backgrounds

[ash-and-starlight]

they're inventing a new sport called extreme acrobatics to defend a white woman and tumblr just won gold and set a new olympic record!!!1!11 🥇congrats!

[v88sy]

One word

LIPS 👄

(gif by @xofemeraldstars)

70% legs, 40% lips, 100% bad at math. 🤣

And also 100% Tommy's. Who said that?

[whumps-and-bumps]

Whumpees who don’t get a Caretaker, who have to keep themselves together because no one else will.

Whumpees who become Caretakers, who are everyone’s friend but no one’s priority.

Whumpees who consider returning to Whumper, who crave familiarity enough to sacrifice safety.

Whumpees who are painfully aware no one would notice if they went missing.

Whumpees who lay awake, wondering whether surviving was worth it.

Lonely Whumpees.

[afewproblems]

Give me Steve, Eddie, and Robin at a bar on a Friday night.

They've had a few drinks, and a shot or two when a song comes on, and Steve immediately jumps to his feet with an, "Oh shit!!"

It's Madonna's Get Into the Groove and for a moment Robin and Eddie think Steve is in pain, that he hates the song as is going to ask the DJ to change it.

Except Steve waltzes onto the dance floor, right into the center.

There aren't too many others dancing, it's early still, barely nine in the evening but the spot lights are on and the DJ flicks on the multicolor strobe as Steve parks himself on the dance floor.

Robin laughs and wishes she had brought the disposable camera instead of leaving it in her junk drawer at home.

Eddie meanwhile rolls his eyes, and pretends not to notice the tightness of Steve's jeans or how the light catches the flecks of gold in his hair and eyes.

He's been attempting to hide his pathetic little crush for awhile now, complaining to Robin every chance he gets when Steve does something particularly charming or handsome.

She tells him, as sagely as she can muster, to grow a pair and do something about it already.

But how can he, Steve was, well, Steve...lovely caring, hot as hell, Steve.

What chance did Eddie have?

So he sits there, miserable, nursing his beer, letting his eyes trail after Steve while Robin giggles beside him.

They've never seen him dance, it's bar, they're drunk, the worst that could happen is he makes an ass out of himself and they all go home with a great new story to tell the party later.

God Robin really wishes she brought her camera with her.

But then Steve is moving and he's fluid, never missing a beat. It's some kind of choreography, intentional and practiced movements that wouldn't be out of place in a music video. Eddie and Robin look at each other because, what the fuck, where did this come from??

And people are cheering and whooping, strangers scattered here and there sitting off of the dance floor. There's a sense of comradery, like they're all witness to something and being allowed to share and indulge in this little impromptu performance, but all too soon the song is over and Steve heads back to his seat with a small round of applause and a blinding smile pulling at his flushed cheeks.

"Steve, what the fuck was that??" Robin blurts out before Steve can even sit. Eddie nods, a little dazed, beside her and tears at the paper label on his beer bottle, maybe if he can keep his hands occupied he can keep them to himself.

"What was what?" Steve breathes out as he hops onto the stool beside them, Robin in the middle.

Robin's mouth falls open as her face scrunches into something exasperated but fond, "What was--that! The dancing!"

"Oh, that," Steve huffs with a lazy smile, he leans his elbow on the sticky wood bar and waves at the bartender to signal for another gin and tonic, "I used to help Carol with her choreography for cheer".

Eddie pinches his thigh below the bartop and chews the inside of his cheek as the image of Steve in the Hawkins High cheer uniform begins to solidify in his minds eye, fuck.

Robin elbows Eddie without looking, somehow reading his mind, and throws her hands out, beckoning Steve to continue because that isn't nearly enough information.

"Yeah, she'd come up with routines and you know, they are meant to be done with more than one person, and I mean she and I were friends before Tommy so," he shrugs and smiles at the bartender as they pass him the drink, "I dunno, it was fun, and I remember that one the most".

"Plus," he says with a smirk, "Carol always said the best thing about dance is that you can tell who appreciates the performance and who appreciates the person doing it," he winks as Robin scoffs and calls him gross, but Steve isn't looking at Robin.

Eddie swallows as molten heat creeps up his neck and over his ears, the urge to hide his face, run for the door, melt into the floor, is immense.

But Steve doesn't move his gaze, he smiles softly at Eddie and winks again over Robin's head which she promptly drops into her hands.

"I'm surrounded by horny idiots," she grumbles but the words are muffled in the din of the bar and her own hands as Steve tips his head back to the dance floor and holds out his hand for Eddie to take.

[persephoneflouwers]

Wait i dont get the english breakfast thing sorry

Oh angel, that’s a super secret code meant to unlock even the gelid hearts of people like me.

English Colazione ♥️♥️

Or maybe he meant he’s having his English husband for breakfast. I don’t know, ask Louis 😭

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Edit (only to have all the complete compilation in a single post):

Harry has a “colazione” (breakfast in Italian) tattoo on his thigh. @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk ‘s post described it after the AIW BTS.

Here’s Harry fonding because Louis mentions missing English Breakfast on tour. (Thanks @louansue for the gif addition! I’ll search for the video when I get home)

And this is Louis in 2023 :) curious how his having the first English breakfast of his US leg coincidentally when Harry’s tour ended just 6 days ago.

Very funny, very coincidental.

I swear, these two!

[abigail]

it really never ends like the cycle just keeps on going huh . …. i’m going to make a cup of tea