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time-woods · 10 days ago
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bigshot era designs
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luxus-aeterna · 1 year ago
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A Sunday in Galveston
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typewriter-post · 4 months ago
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xeno-cosplay · 5 months ago
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The Beating Heart of the Institute.
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fuckyeahcoelacanths · 2 months ago
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Mozambique Enamelled Coelacanth Coin Cufflinks by wowcoin
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thegothicalice · 5 months ago
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Felt like an androgynous look 🪦Tunic by Thorns Clothing, trousers by I Do Declare, necklace painted & assembled by me, human molar cufflinks by Necromance Hollywood, jacket and boots vintage.
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crsssie · 5 months ago
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let's go gambling! - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader
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"Rossi, please?" You beg. "Reid's an incredible gambler. Also, I used to gamble in the military, so by technicality, I'm pretty good too. It's just 100k."
"I am banned from casinos in Las Vegas, Laughlin, and Parump because of my card-counting ability." Spencer hums. "Also—"
"If you do the math, there's a way to guarantee when to raise and fold. P times N minus one where P is pot and N is number of players in the final round of betting. You can send us both in. Pass as a couple." You offer.
"Stop stealing my lines." Spencer pauses. "Pass as a couple?"
"Your fault for telling me all of this. I was hustling the hell out of my old friends last weekend. I won like, a hundred bucks." You give him a finger gun.
"Fine, fine. Try not to lose all of my money?" Rossi tries.
"Oh, David." You rest a hand on his shoulder. "I'm getting that million bucks whether or not they want me to. I'll pay you ten percent."
Rossi gives you a look that can only really mean that he doesn't quite believe you.
You play with Spencer. He's significantly better than you, and you learn how to count your cards in the meantime, watching him run through everything in his head, and grab his wrist when he reaches for the 8-ball charm, signal going off in your free hand as Hotch understands to move in.
"Sorry. He's got a bad habit of grabbing." You glance at the door, watching as Hotch moves in. The man stands up to run, but Spencer kicks from under the table as the man trips, and you try to grab him, but he's out the door before you can even grab anything.
"Can we keep Reid in there to keep gambling?" You raise a brow, staring at the chips on the table. "He's winning. I want the million."
"This is why we don't take you to Vegas." Hotch sighs. "We need you on sight. Your rifle's in the trunk..."
"Can we keep him there?"
Hotch sighs. "Reid, don't lose it all."
"Definitely won't."
"What do you say? A nice trip to Bora bora?" You wink on your way out.
"I always wanted to visit the British Library." He nods.
You shoot two bullets when you find the unsub. One to the clock to get it to stop turning, and a second to get the gun out of the unsub's hand last minute before he can count down. Hotch is on the unsub immediately, and you watch as he's dragged off, the clocks in the car covered and numbers missing from the plates.
You meet Spencer back in the hotel room, cheek pressed to his in greeting as he hums.
"So?"
"Rossi keeps his money."
"And?"
"Fifty thousand to the banks. They didn't catch me counting cards this time." He laughs when you gasp.
"What happened to the million?" You tug at your shirt, and Spencer hums as he helps you out of it.
"Didn't want to blow it."
"Fair." You stretch your arms. "So... London?"
"Savings."
You boo at Spencer, sighing. "And here I thought you were finally going to get me a nice little present."
"Oh, that wouldn't be here, honey." He hums. "Something nicer in DC."
"Like a house?"
"Not enough money for that."
"Fair point." You tap your chin. "Wouldn't a big diamond necklace look nice on me?"
"And where would you wear that?"
"Nowhere." You pinch his cheek, humming. "Just make sure you don't gamble it off when you think about it."
"Oh, I can't play poker anywhere." He laughs, forehead pressing to yours. "But don't worry. I'll be sure to get you something nice."
If anyone notices the new cufflinks on your jacket, no one says a thing.
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lorephobic · 2 years ago
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“the class commentary in saltburn was shit” WHAT CLASS COMMENTARY???? NOT EVERY MOVIE WITH RICH PEOPLE HAS TO OR SHOULD HAVE CLASS COMMENTARY. EMERALD FENNELL KNOWS VERY WELL THAT SHE IS NOT THE RIGHT DIRECTOR FOR A MOVIE ABOUT CLASS COMMENTARY WHICH IS WHY SHE DID NOT WRITE A MOVIE ABOUT CLASS COMMENTARY.
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oldjewelryfeed · 13 days ago
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ANTIQUE DIAMOND DRAGON EARRINGS
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neverpathia · 5 months ago
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i love how most designs for opportunist are extraordinarily polished. a neat suit, a perfect tie, not a single patch of grime in sight. meanwhile, we have this unkempt creature covered in lint from your sock drawer: the witch
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vakariaan · 10 months ago
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ultimate ships challenge - [4/10] she cleans up nicely scenes
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cicerfics · 2 months ago
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This is Q with his cats, but also Q with Bond.
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typewriter-post · 3 months ago
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coolthingsguyslike · 2 months ago
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gentlemensarts · 3 months ago
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queertealover · 7 days ago
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Preview from One World Under Doom #6, I can't wait for it, the gay bitches, they know what they are doing
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