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Suptober - Day 5 || Portrait [x]

[imayauu]

Yeah… yeah… 🥹💙💚

[kaiipivara]

Thoughts on mpreg? 🫃

We need to try harder MAINLY for dnf 💚💙

[fiannans]

Beautiful YCH style commission of Chris and Jill dancing by dear @ashalle-art.  Thank you so much for drawing them for me again! ♡

[otamatchi]

some wakfu sketches ive done recently

[mayflower4023]

My dear tumblr charmie people, it's my only third new year with you but it feels like a whole life) Wishing you all an AWESOME NEW YEAR!!!

May your dreams come true in 2024

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Thank you so much for having me here)

Your silent charmie💙💚

[what-do-i-type-here]

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[thednfshiper]

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[yamileth2561]

Percy and Thomas are very good friends when they were little but sometimes they used to fight heh, Percy when he was little didn't like to share even with his little friend, while little Thomas started crying, oh.

[bubbl3gumbittch]

Taylor Swift songs x Smosh Ships/Duos (pt2)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Courtney&Shayne *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Mastermind

Once upon a time

The planets and the fates and all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room at the same time

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Of a chain reaction of countermoves

To assess the equation of you

Checkmate, I couldn't lose

What if I told you none of it was accidental?

And the first night that you saw me

Nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork, and then just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

I know places (Taylor’s Version)

Somethin' happens when everybody finds out

See the vultures circling, dark clouds

Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out

It could burn out

'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes And guns

They are the hunters, we are the foxes

And we run

Baby, I know places we won't be found, and

They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

Style (Taylor’s Version)

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

Lover

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'II save you a seat, lover

Paper rings

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh-huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this

Uh-huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool

When you jumped in first, I went in too

(pt1/ianthony)

[kyraxyrespace]

Day Twelve - Peter Pan/Wendy Darling, Darling Pan (Peter Pan)

[zuzajs14]

Something something green and blue...

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[a-rainbowmess]

You cant bring up glitter (especially gold one) in a conversation with a larry and expect them to act normal

[andguesswhat]

What if… somewhere in Northern Italy… 

YES.

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„Are you nervous?“

„No.“

Armie smiles at him as if he doesn’t believe him. 

He rolls his eyes in response. He wonders whether it's really so convenient to have a partner who knows you inside out. 

He slips into his new shoes, shiny, elegant, not the kind he usually wears. He thought he needed to break in his shoes.

“So you’re not going to wear boots tomorrow?”

“No.”

Armie chuckles. He examines Tim from head to toe, white shirt, his baggy shorts, white socks, shiny shoes. “Actually, you can go like that tomorrow. Looks good.”

Tim resists the temptation to roll his eyes again and walks out of the house.

Armie follows. “Would you mind if I wore my Birkenstocks?”

Tim snorts at the provocation, but still says “No.”

They go for a walk around the property on the path. The crickets chirp, otherwise absolute silence, no traffic noise, only the creaking of their footsteps on the gravel. The air is warm, it smells of Italian fauna. Olive groves, lavender bushes. 

This is definitely the right place to do it. 

“God, I missed this! This is so beautiful, isn’t it?” Armie is full of enthusiasm. 

Tim can only nod, can’t even smile. He’s tense. 

Even though he doesn't want to be. 

Even though he doesn’t know why. 

Maybe he isn't tense. Maybe he's just pensive. 

He doesn't know how he is. 

Why is he in such a strange mood, why is he so introverted now of all times? Why is he feeling almost blue? 

He wouldn't wonder if Armie thinks he has changed his mind, that's how strange he feels. 

Yet he is more certain than ever and can’t wait to finally, finally do it. 

Maybe that’s why he is so tense.

Pensive. Or melancholic? 

Because he has waited for so long.

It’s been a while since he had proposed to Armie. 

Now he has to smile after all. 

Reversed roles, right? 

He never regretted taking the first step, he never regretted fighting, he never regretted being the one to ask. He doesn't want it any other way. 

Armie had reacted very sweetly. As always. 

He knows no one more loving than Armie. 

Which doesn't mean that they don’t have bad bad fights every now and then. 

But they never take long, because they learnt to address things and they almost always end up with good, hot make-up sex. 

“What are you smiling at?”

“Nothing.”

It’s the strangest feeling he has right now. He floats. His feelings bounce like in a giant balloon from side to side, covered in foam. And he doesn't even know what all those feelings are. He only knows, he’s completely unable to react normally.

Because he has to do something, has to grab something, he plucks a lavender stem from the bush. 

This is different from their commitment ceremony in Paris. Paris was an act of rebellion, of fighting against the odds, of celebrating that love would always win. 

There he had been the driving force. And he had pulled Armie along with his energy. 

This now is different. 

This is now just about them.

Armie smiles at him and asks warmly, “Do you mind if I take a photo?” 

“No.”

Armie chuckles quietly before he takes photos. After a few photos he steps beside Tim and takes a picture of their feet. Tim's black shoes, not so shiny anymore because of the gravel, beside Armie's bare feet in flip flops. 

He loves Armie so much, for all that he is. 

Shouldn't he be happy beyond measure? Overflowing with joy? Bounce around like an energy bunny? Especially him? But somehow he almost feels paralyzed. Numb. Armie certainly would have loved it to be differently, he is sure. The night before their wedding and his soon to be husband does not gush with joy? 

Italy, here at Luca's, always gives him the sense of a different life. Without the charade. What it would be like. As tempting as it is, in the end it is never his life. Their lives.

“Will there actually be a bouquet tomorrow? Groom's bouquet? Two grooms' bouquets?” 

Armie stretches every syllable. 

Tim shakes his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

Their committee consists of Pauline. She will do the right thing. That's all he knows. 

When they keep on walking, Armie asks, “So, do the shoes already press?”

“No.”

But he's not sure about his outfit anymore. It is always the same with him and his outfit decisions. But this time it's not about some stupid red carpet. This time it's more important than any of them!

He sighs. He knows that Armie doesn’t mind but of course he wants to look the most stunning ever for him. How is he supposed to top his previous outfits? 

“How about we play ‘Peaches’ from the Super Mario Bros movie tomorrow during the ceremony?” Armie asks jokingly.

Tim smiles lightly. “No.”

Suddenly Armie stops, making Tim stop too and look at him. 

Armie makes a completely exaggerated theatrical face. “After all the No's I got from you now, do I have to worry that you'll say No tomorrow too?"

Tim has to grin. 

He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't really noticed how he had responded. 

This time he answers with a big smirk, "No!"

Then they just look at each other. 

Seriously.

Armie. 

Tim can see it all in his eyes. 

There’s no one else, just him. 

“I’m sorry, Armie, I don’t know why I’m like this. I’m so sorry.”

Armie pulls him into his arms, holds him. 

“Shhh,” Armie whispers in his ear, “Are you happy?”

Tim closes his eyes for a second before he looks at Armie again and says with all his heart, “Yes. Yes, I am.” 

“That’s all I need to know. You don't get married every day, you know. It's okay to have all kinds of feelings about that.”

They kiss. 

“No matter how it’s going to be, it’s going to be a beautiful day,” Armie's soothing voice is telling him.

And Tim believes him. 

He should stop worrying and thinking too much.

Then Armie squeezes him so hard he can't breathe, lifts him up, over his shoulder, making him squeal with laughter, and jogs, with him back down the gravel path. 

Yes, tomorrow will be beautiful and he will say Yes to Armie all day. 

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[phabianart]

Cuties and embarrassed 💚💙

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