#this is our year

[ricoelpobre]

Wake up Dano Nation sexy bisexual Paul confirmed 2024

[forcefemd]

happy new year 2 all the trannies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sweetcoconattsu]

COLLAB CAFE FOR ARC-V'S TENTH YEAR ANNIVERSARY

WE ARE EATING GOOOOOOOOOOD AAAHHHHHHH

[aliceobatan]

we got big points today!!! 🥰❤️‍🩹

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Mystery and Movie-Robotnik-Positivity have returned to their kingdom, the two angelic warriors that hype us up for these films and the bravest warriors about this universe

@movie-robotnik-positivity

We’re back, babies!

[foreverfearlessred]

we got a RED HEART LETS FUCKING GO BESTIES

[purplemoonabove]

Three weeks of good omens on the mind only to be bombarded in the face with new ofmd content. Warn somebody, would ya?! 🤯🥹😱

[mmmitchmmmarner]

THEY WON 😭😭😭😭

[panpanlikesesc]

Source from _eurovision_2023

I'm literally screaming 🤩🤩🤩

@h-paparizou

[wonderstruck-perfume-tv]

2 pretty best friends

[garthnadermemestash]

America wins when cowboys lose.

[eddiemunsonappreciationsociety]

THIS IS OUR YEAR

Chapter Eight: Aura

Three weeks of flirting, smoking and practicing songs later I am sat waiting for Eddie in the woods. We'd spent three drunken evenings over the weejs with various of his friends, three nights in his van with an unbearable tension between us.

I glance at my watch as I wait for Eddie, as I take note that it's still 13 minutes until he'll be here I also see a slight aura around the clock face. My heart drops as I glance back on the route I came from. There's no way I can get back to my car in the minute I have before the migraine hits and I'd rather be sat on this bench than lost in the woods.

There's a flash of pain, sudden and sharp in the back of my head. Prickly heat teamed with searing stabbing starts behind my eyes and across my skull. My head falls onto the table top, into my arms as I push my eyes onto it. I try to get some pressure onto my head and face to relieve some pain. 

I don't know how long I'm there, but I don't hear Eddie approach, just feel him suddenly, hand softly on the back of my head. 

"Tallulah, what's wrong?" his voice and touch are gentle, using my name for what felt like the first time.

"Migraine" I manage to gasp out and it's only then I realise my face is wet from tears and I'm almost sobbing. 

"Okay, what do you need?" his voice rings of panic but he's trying to keep it steady. 

"Dark" 

"Can I take you back to mine, my room is basically a cave?" he tried to joke, keeping the tone light. 

"Please" I beg.

I hear him rustling with something and his hands, calloused from guitar but gentle lifts my head and wraps his bandanna around my eyes. 

"I'm going to lead you back through to my van and I'll take you somewhere dark. I have some super strong painkillers too, does that sound ok?"

I nod as he picks me up from the bench. He wraps his arm around my waist and puts my arm over his shoulder and half carries me. The migraine is ripping through me so fast and hard I'm stumbling over anything in my path. 

"Screw it, I'm picking you up" he announces. 

In any other scenario I would object but when an attack like this hits I need sleep in a dark room more than my pride. In one swift move he's carrying me, fireman style. I push my face into the crook of his neck. 

"It's okay love, we're close." he whispers softly to me. I hear the padding of his feet change from being on leaves and branches to tarmac. Soon he sets me on my feet, head still buried in his neck and arm wrapped around my waist firmly, holding me up. I hear him open his van door and suddenly his lifting me again. I'm placed in the seat and I feel his breath hot on my face as he leans over and plugs the seatbelt in. The door is closed gently, I hear him run to the the driver's seat, slide in and we were off. 

We drive mostly in silence, every now and then he leans over and lightly touches my hair or knee. He whispers words of affirmation to me until he stops the van. 

"I'm going to run in and block out any remaining light I'll be five." 

I don't know how long I'm sat there but suddenly he's carrying me again and before I can process it properly I'm being placed on his bed.  He removes the bandana and through my eyelids I sense almost pitch black. 

"Open." he demands.

My mouth opens and he places two pills on my tongue. A glass of water is placed in my hands. I drink it down with the tablets, the water is taken off me and I'm delicately pushed to lay on the pillows. 

"Do you want me to leave or stay?" he asks 

"Stay." My voice is a squeak

"In the bed?" his by voice is barely there. 

I nod. 

The sound of leather and metal hitting the carpet as he takes his heavy jacket off. The weight shifts next to be and when I feel him next to me I reach across and bury my head once again into his neck.

He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around me, fingers on one hand trace my spine the other finds its way into my hair, massaging my scalp and temples. It helps relieve the pain and I press my head back into his hand, letting out a low hum. 

It's not long before I'm asleep in

[wrenchwenches]

[gentlemancowboy]

[mylittleredgirl]

okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.

[charmsandtealeaves]

Alright…

Tea ✅

Snacks ✅

Game jersey ✅

Let’s go Warriors!