#thank you angel!!!!!

[suffewingowo]

🎊🎉🥳 happy hrt anniversary! 🥳🎉🎊

THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M SO EXCITED!!!! TEN O CLOCK TONIGHT!!! ❤💊♀️❤

[museenkuss]

"The age difference" pfft it's 6 years and you're both *well* into legal ages, just flaunt the fact that you have a boytoy who's clearly *very* enthusiastic about neck kissing

I need you around whenever the girls and me start fretting about anti ageing products and such haha but yes, of course you’re right! Thank you so much, Angel :’) 🌹🌹🌹 although (secret) he was probably just indulging me, who’s entirely to blame for being too enthusiastic about getting her neck kissed herself

[toyducks]

made my own prefall/angel lucifer design

[pastanest]

thinking abt being Spencer Reid’s controversially young gf (post-prison dilf era) and while he’s working a case he calls and is like,

“Dearest ray of sunshine, the heart of my life and reason for existing- Our unsub is gen-z and I urgently require your assistance. Please, what is rizz?”

[triona-tribblescore]

I cant stop thinking about them :'( 🩷🩷✨✨ drew my human designs for a wee change of pace uvu

[tampire]

♪ Everyday, it's a-getting closer ♪

♪ Going faster than a rollercoaster ♪

♪ Love like yours will ♪

♪ Surely come my way ♪

♪ A-hey, a-hey-hey ♪

Gabriel and Beelzebub eventually survive the consequences of The Metatron and Satan

Bonus:

[redfluffz]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Guuyys this is not only part 3 of "deal breaking?" - it's also a appreciation for all the likes, reblogs, follows (we reached 400 followers) and all those questions.

I just wanted to say thank you!

PS: I'm really not sure how to handle reblogs. Should I answer them, reblog them ... so sorry if someone felt unheard/unseen. I didn't want to be rude, I just don't know how to act.

[liverpepper]

a (little) liverpepper sora comic, for rainy-sunshine days ☔️💛

[erwinsvow]

Do you think rafe would wear necklace with his girl’s initial?? Like his girl bought it as a present and i’m curious on how rafe would react 😃

"so what i'm hearin' is you got me somethin' with my own money?" rafe asks, looking down at the neatly wrapped box, a pretty white ribbon looped around it. your fingers play with the satin bow, anxious for rafe to open it.

"rafe!" you start with a whine but stop yourself. "it's the thought that counts, okay?" he laughs, taking the gift from your hands.

"sure, kid. whatever you say." he undoes the bow, setting it aside since he knows you'll want to keep it. the wrapping paper gets ripped up and off, while you protest that it could have been reused. he opens the box, looking down at a thin silver chain. there's a little pendant hanging down, the shape of your initial.

he looks up from the chain at you, waiting for his response with big eyes and parted lips. you're playing with your R necklace, the way you always do when you're nervous.

"d-do you like it? i thought we could match," you say quietly, biting you lower lip in anticipation.

"yeah?" he questions, taking the jewelry out of the box and into his hand, feeling the weight of it in his palm.

"only if you like it. you don't have to wear it, i just-"

"just what?" he looks you right in the eyes, wanting your real answer, not just you bouncing around his question from nerves.

"i just wanted to make sure everyone knows you're mine." you lip stings from where you're biting down, rafe look into your eyes.

he opens his arms, and you crawl into his lap, taking the chain from his palm and putting it around his neck, clipping it into place. you smile, pressing a kiss to rafe's cheek, his hands tight on your waist.

"got that right, kid."

[republicansaredomesticterrorists]

[sai-int]

"I guess no one ever taught you how to be a real man."

cw. : none - gaz x reader

the ice in your glass has started to melt, watering down the drink you’ve barely touched. you don’t know why you’re still sitting here—maybe out of spite, maybe because you’re not ready to go home and admit to yourself that you’ve been stood up. again.

it’s always the same. boys who don’t have the decency to be honest, who think half-hearted effort counts as charm. you’re so sick of them. sick of waiting on men who don’t know how to act like men.

laughter erupts from the corner of the bar, a group of rowdy guys in fatigues and plain tees, the type that carry themselves like they own the room. military, most likely. you ignore them, focusing instead on the slow circles your fingertip traces around the rim of your glass.

“rough night?”

the voice is smooth, laced with amusement but not mocking. you glance up as a man slides onto the barstool beside you with understated confidence. dark skin, sharp brown eyes, a smirk that looks far too good on his face.

you exhale, shaking your head. “something like that.” you hesitate before adding, “stood up.”

he huffs, a quiet noise of annoyance, shaking his head as he settles into the seat beside you. “dickhead.” the way he says it, all matter-of-fact—makes you huff out a laugh, even as a bitter edge lingers in your chest.

a beat passes before he says, “did you know penguins propose to their mates with a pebble?”

you blink at him, caught off guard. “what?”

he lifts his hands like he’s swearing an oath. “swear it. find the perfect pebble, drop it at their feet—bam. lifelong commitment.”

it pulls a laugh from you, sudden and genuine, shaking your head as you finally take a sip of your drink. “that easy, huh?”

he grins, then. “well, i’m not proposing, but—” he reaches into his pocket, fishing around before pulling something out and setting it on the table between you. a tiny pebble, the kind that would get stuck in the grooves of your shoe. his voice is softer now, but sure. “i’d like to take you out proper, if you’d have me.”

you stare at the pebble, then at him. he doesn’t waver, just watches you with that easy confidence, like he already knows the answer. you nod. just once, but it’s enough.

looks like you’ve got yourself real man.

mlist | lyrics mlist

[kimtaegis]

MUSE (noun) : a source of inspiration

in collaboration with @fluffypelusa-blog ↳ happy 29th birthday, jimin ♡

click for hd

[wastemanjohn]

all good luck posts on tumblr inherently work because they have been imbued with love & hope from thousands of people across the world… it’s literally the only thing that could make good luck happen and we’re all so lucky to be connected to each other ❤️

why are you making me tear up on a monday afternoon

[lilybug-02]

Patience and responsibility....that's a promise....right?

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An exorcism? In my family-friendly Deltarune? It's more likely than you may think. The backgrounds here were very interesting! Much more complex than how I usually do them (especially that computer).

Player POV:

Feral energy.

[ohcaptains]

So like the video of Gordon Ramsay when the girl burns her hand, all the “that’s it- deep breath- calm down- good girl- goooood girlllll” but like…it’s Carmy and you’ve burnt your hand and he’s screaming at Richie to get some ice but he’s speaking to you so gently but so in control and you almost forget your hand is still sizzling

he moves fast. pulls you to the sink, yelling, “richie get out of the fucking way,” and you can feel your heart beat in your hand. it’s pulsating, swear you can smell your flesh burning, and carmen is frantic. that man has never known peace, but this is raw kind of rush — panic a literal, physical thing.

“fuck, cousin, what’s the rush for—“ he starts, ready to fight, but he must see carmen holding your sizzling hand, and your pained, tense face, because he puts his hands up.

“whoa, man—what happened?”

carmen ignores him, and guides your hand under the tap, holding your wrist gently in his tatted palm. you hiss as soon as it touches the luckwarm water, and carmen nods his head, and gently says, “shh, i know.”

you hide your face with your elbow, but peak over and watch as water runs over your charred hand. duck fat will do that. you must make a sound, as carmen nods, and calmly orders, “relax your hand for me. come on, unclench. thereee we go, sweetheart. that’s it.”

richie pipes up, “i’m literally first aid trained, let me see,” and carmen’s face scrunches up, “can you shut the fuck up for a second?” he spits over his shoulder. you whine into your elbow, and carmen’s demeanor switches. he rubs your wrist, his voice soft and sweet as he coos, “just breathe, take a deep breath. you’re good, that’s it. unclench your hand for me again, i know it hurts but relax—thaaat’s it, goood. good girl, good.”

[idolomantises]

I still can’t believe Panty and Stocking is coming back. Feels so surreal.