#(kidding)
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
thatoneautistic · 2 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
this is just a rlly cute moment 🫶🏼
64 notes · View notes
hansoeii · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
surprisingly, viktor is quite the hugger. Only jayce knows this, of course.
15K notes · View notes
yhwcomeback · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
How I think each of the ninja would dress Lloyd
Zane: Just wants Lloyd to feel as comfortable as possible, and it's basically Lloyd old outfit with a few fixes
Nya: Saw it on Pinterest and thought it was the cutest thing
Cole: He let Lloyd look at his clothes until they both had matching outfits
Kai: Just wanted a mini version of himself to hang out
Jay: Swears this is the type of thing he used to wear when he was a child (got heavily judged for it)
2K notes · View notes
somemidwestbutch · 2 months ago
Text
unfortunately, i need mine obsessed. if you’re not jealous and possessive and thinking about me every second of the day, i WILL think you hate me
989 notes · View notes
ronihilator · 9 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
this meme but adashi..... nyeheh 😈
1K notes · View notes
rotten7rat · 11 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Just gonna leave this here
2K notes · View notes
sarafroot · 5 months ago
Text
I wanna see more androgynous cait I feel like people tend to portray her super put together and feminine but in my mind it’s because we’re so used to seeing her in uniforms
She doesn’t really come off as a fashionista to me. I used to think she was but now im like waittt. Like you’re telling me that if she existed RIGHT NOW in this society she wouldn’t wear the same sweater for a week straight to maximize efficiency. Righttt….
499 notes · View notes
qvert · 13 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
Well would you look at that! Everybody in cozy sweaters! BALANCE :D
281 notes · View notes
michsmeesh · 10 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
haiiiiii its me again!!!!!!!!! haiiii hellooo
drawing this took the last surviving nerve i had so im gonna go sleep now gn ♥
twitter
click
628 notes · View notes
krysial · 3 months ago
Text
fuck listeners that overwork themselves, gimme a listener that can never get shit done. gimme a listener that struggles to get out of bed because the thought of doing things is so physically exhausting. gimme a listener who cannot and will not do work until someone drags their ass to their desk and tries to help them focus. gimme a listener with executive dysfunction
for those telling me about treasure, i honestly don’t know shit about them since i haven’t listened to porter’s playlist at all LMAO
339 notes · View notes
thatoneautistic · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
this video was for the girls & the gays 100%
581 notes · View notes
butteronabun · 1 month ago
Text
imagine a scenario with diluc where it’s just. the two of you. together. in a room. or maybe somewhere, like the balcony, or inside diluc’s car parked in the middle of nowhere, or just somewhere really, where it’s just you two.
and you’re just. sharing one sweet moment with one another.
shy smiles. soft laughter. subtle tender gazes. and very, very, very intimate.
die for you is playing in the background, and eventually, as it reaches the chorus—
you feel yourself leaning in; diluc follows, slowly tilting his head, and as the weeknd sings out a even though we’re goin’ through it, and it makes you feel alone—
diluc’s phone fucking rings.
of course.
and the moment is shattered as you two flinch. as if you’re both back to reality.
wide-eyed, you stare at each other, and for five seconds, diluc sighs in frustration, and takes the call anyway. he turns around to answer it with evident irritation (oh the poor person on the receiving end of sir diluc’s call), and you—speechless you—can’t help but chuckle another five seconds later at the cockblock.
though you can’t deny how your heart’s pounding wildly inside your chest. your lips almost touched.
after his call. . . will you guys kiss again?
162 notes · View notes
leashybebes · 3 months ago
Text
fuck it friday
alriiiiight, tagged by @bidisasterevankinard, thank you beloved. here's some mostly dialogue i wrote in a fugue state over my lunch break inspired by things 👀👀👀(🤡)
Hen waves her hand in a keep him talking gesture and Buck nods, squeezing Tommy's hand.
"I'm so sorry," Tommy sobs. "God, in a - in a lifetime of shitty decisions, it was the worst mistake I ever made. Evan - Evan, I'm so sorry. You made me so happy. You woulda made me so happy if I just - fuck - if I just let you."
"Hey, hey, c'mon. It's okay. I got you, Tommy, it's okay."
Tommy tries to shake his head, and Buck braces him to stop him.
"Listen," he gasps out. "Listen to me. You didn't do anything wrong. You're brave and you're beautiful and you're - you're so good, Evan. It wasn't your fault. You didn't - you didn't do anything wrong. You don't need to feel guilty or - "
"H-hey, stop it," Buck says. "We're not doing that. I know you're a movie guy, but we're not doing dramatic goodbyes, okay? We'll talk. We'll talk in the hospital, okay?"
Tommy's teeth are chattering. He looks grey. But he's determined to get more heartbreaking words out, apparently, so Buck squeezes his hand and soothes him through it.
"'m s-s-so s-s-s-self-ish," Tommy says.
"What? What do you mean?"
"I'm so - Evan, I'm so glad you're here."
"Hey, hey, me too. Wouldn't be anywhere else. Just hold on, babe, it's gonna be - "
"So - so glad I got to s-s-see y-y-you." Tommy laughs wetly, and it makes an awful noise rattle through his chest. "'m such - such an asshole."
"No you're not, Tommy, of course you're not."
Tommy's eyelids flutter, and then they close.
"No, n-no, come on, Tommy, eyes on me, baby please," Buck begs.
"On three," Hen says, and Chim shoves Buck aside to help her.
Tommy's hand falls from his, and Buck tries not to think about last times.
no pressure tags for @beanarie, @ambernotember, @hyperfocusthusly
175 notes · View notes
osamiiya · 1 year ago
Text
tw//intoxication, swearing
———
Iwaizumi rarely got drunk. In fact, he was often the designated driver when the Seijoh alums went out for a drink to “catch up”.
But, rarely doesn’t mean never.
You had been working late, laptop resting on your lap as you looked through emails and documents that your coworkers had sent you last minute. Then, the text came.
Or rather, photo.
The [image attached] message popped up on the top right corner of your computer, then followed by a text saying “your husband?” Slightly confused, and amused, you open the text to see your husband, staring down into his glass with furrowed eyebrows.
You’re quick to answer Matsukawa that you’re on your way before making your way out of bed and into the car.
Iwaizumi would never hear the end of it if he had to be dropped off at home by one of his friends, and besides, drunk Iwaizumi is a rare occurrence.
Parking is easy, not very many people drive to the bar, and it’s easy to find the group you’re looking for. You swear you can hear Oikawa’s laugh from outside.
As you approach the group, you hear the tail end of their conversation.
“…besides, we knew he would be the first to get married.”
Oikawa makes a wounded noise.
“I had a girlfriend in high school!”
“And look where that got you.”
Hanamaki snorts at Matsukawa’s retort and takes a sip of his drink.
Iwaizumi’s back is to you, and he’s still hunched over his drink, albeit quietly. You open your mouth to greet them when Iwaizumi finally mumbles.
“I miss y/n.”
The table freezes as they turn to Iwaizumi, watching his eyes well with tears as he traces the rim of his glass.
“Shit, we got him too drunk.” Oikawa’s on damage control, not seeing you approach the table as Matsukawa texts on his phone, most likely to you if the vibration of your phone means anything.
“Look! Y/n!” Oikawa yelps, pointing to you as you wave, finally having gotten their attention.
Iwaizumi turns to you and your heart clenches at the sight of his red rimmed eyes that grow wider at the sight of you.
“Y/n.” He breathes out, blinking slowly.
You quickly say your goodbyes to the table, scooping up your husband into your arms as best you can, making sure that the other men at the table have a way home.
The way home is quiet as Iwaizumi sways slightly in his seat.
“I’m drunk.” He mumbles as the two of you stumble into your shared apartment.
“I can see that.” You grunt, pulling off his shoe.
“I love you.” He whispers, hand coming up clumsily to cup your cheek.
“I can see that.” You smile.
465 notes · View notes
viminoo · 7 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
the medic and his sun
just a quick sketch i coloured in for funsies! and the rest of the doodles i drew,,,
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
341 notes · View notes