#First Post

[h0rch4t4m4ker]

Hi I'm Isabella this is my first time ever blogging or putting a post out there. I have always wanted to try and after watching the movie Julia & Julia I finally have the courage to. I hope to write something everyday but I doubt I will

[mantumoo]

first post, idk what to say.. here‘s a nightwing fanart

[cleonardodoodles67]

First post ig

[robothechicero]

My first post for this platform, I'm still learning how to use Tumblr.

I'm toying with the idea of ​​what shapes the chain would take if it touched Twilight's shadow crystal. The deer seems about right for Hyrule, while the idea for a opossum came from the fanfiction "An Omen of Things to Come" (There will definitely be more opossum Hyrule drawings, another time).

Maybe I'll try drawing the rest, I have some ideas about what shapes the others would take, but if anyone has any suggestions I'd be happy to read them.

Nota al margen: Mi inglés aún no es perfecto, por favor corriganme si me equivoco en algo/My English is not perfect yet, please correct me if I'm wrong about anything.

[cloversandcanaries]

oh boy here comes loser man.

[carlossainzlusciouslocks]

Just us ~ Max Verstappen X Reader

Synopsis: Max wins his fourth world championship title and decides to throw caution to the wind

Warning: None. This is basically just fluff lol

Word Count: 638

I’ve had this idea in my head for MONTHS and finally decided to write it. This is my first ever fanfic ahhh! I hope you all like it! I would appreciate any comments or criticisms and feel free to request anything you would like me to write!

He had done it! Not that it was really a surprise to anyone. Everyone knew that it was going to happen. It was just a matter of when in the season would he do it.

He had won his fourth consecutive championship title and you couldn���t be prouder of him.

You had never enjoyed being in the spotlight. Only a few people at RedBull knew that you were Max’s girlfriend and not just a fan that was there to watch the race. Which is why when Max’s race engineer, GP, had convinced you to watch Max’s celebrations from the pit lane alongside everyone else from the RedBull garage, you made sure to stand off to the side of the barrier. Far away from prying eyes but still close enough to see Max drive his car up to the number one spot. You watched in awe as he stood on top of his car and held up four fingers to remind everyone of his most recent championship win.

The laugh that you let out when he ran and jumped on top of his awaiting mechanics, was lost in the noise of the fans. Max walked up to anyone in a RedBull shirt and hugged them, sharing his record breaking win with them. He saw GP and Christian Horner stood at the forefront of the makeshift barricade and made his way over to them, his helmet still firmly on his head as he was in no rush to take it off. Instead choosing to celebrate with his team first.

You watched as Christian hugged him and congratulated him on his amazing win. You couldn’t stop the smile that crept into your face as you watched Max interact with his boss. You then watched in slight confusion as GP interrupted Christian praising Max to point at something over Max’s shoulder. Max turned around slowly, unsure of what he was supposed to be looking at until his eyes locked with your own.

Still stood firmly in place, Max ripped his gloved off of his hands and shoved them into GP’s chest. He then started walking towards where GP had pointed, walking towards you. Every single camera present followed Max as he raced towards you.

He pulled frantically at the strap of his helmet, undoing it quicker than you thought was humanly possible. He pulled the helmet off of his head with the urgency of a man being hunted. He ripped his fire-resistant balaclava off of his head and threw it, along with his helmet, onto the floor behind him. It didn’t matter where it went. He didn’t care.

Max raced up to you, coming to a stop in front of where you were stood. He gently placing both of his hands on either side of your cheeks and feverishly pulled your face to meet his own. Your lips crashed together in a hungry, race-win fuelled kiss.

He kissed you like he was starving and you were the only thing that could stop his hunger. He kissed you like you were air and he couldn’t breathe. He kissed you as if he had never been allowed to before.

He kissed you in front of all of his engineers, all of the press. None of that mattered though. Every single camera was turned towards the two of you, catching the intimate moment and broadcasting it to people worldwide. It wasn’t something either of you had planned, you definitely didn’t expect Max to be the one to expose your relationship to the world but despite you wanting your privacy, you didn’t mind that he had kissed you in front of all of these people. You didn’t mind that he had so openly declared his love and commitment to you. You didn’t mind because the world finally knew that Max Verstappen was yours and yours only.

Note: I apologise for any mistakes!

[artbygardenslight]

Honestly, gotta admit that I'm quite proud of my first attempt at digital art. Really had a lot of fun reviving my old hobby, and getting back into drawing again!

Of course, there's probably a few errors with the shading, positioning, lighting, etc. But it's still all a learning curve for me, and open to any feedback.

[mcrasmovies]

revenge era gerard way covered in blood as jules and vincent from pulp fiction(1994) in the third act(the bonnie problem)

[rainbow-skunk7]

Hello first post guys!!

I’m geo and I will just post random stuff about my interests.

I think we can tell I got into final destination and I’ll probably focus on that.

Bear with me idk how to use Tumblr properly.

I can’t wait to share my dvd collection on here I’m just a teenage girl.

I like to yap and post random stuff don’t hesitate to message me or interact with the blog I love talking to new people!!

[kyafuchan]

Still Dreaming of What Could’ve Been

[l0stfawn]

Love this photoshoot it might be my favourite bc of the colours and summer vibe to it 🤍🎀💐🦋

[ziptiezz]

aaa her design is actually so cute so I made this ^^

I'm really excited for this show

Also this is my first post here so if I messed up pls don't crucify me 😞

[shayyykposts]

We got spoopy Dad!Mori and his son, Osamu 💪🏾

C:

just father-son stuff 😋

(the bg with the sun face and flowers i got from Pinterest cuz i don wanna do the bg 😞 did some editing nd shi to do this effect!

the drawings nd colors are all drawn tho)

this was my first digital drawing ever when i first got my drawing pad 🌚

[finnamesracerx]

Doodle of Teenage Robin!!!

[silkpagess]

Una Notte a Roma - Harry Styles fanfic

Hi! This is my very first fanfic, so I’m a little nervous but super excited to share it with you. Thank you for reading it and I hope you enjoy this little Roman adventure as much as I enjoyed writing it 💫 (pls pls pls reblog if you liked it :)

word count: 2k

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It’s just another night in Rome, nothing too special, right?

The air outside felt like the remnants of the day, warm but with a breeze that pulled at your clothes, urging you to breathe deeply, to live in the moment. Y/N had been in Italy for just a few weeks, enough to know where the good gelato spots were, but not enough to feel entirely comfortable speaking Italian without second-guessing every word. She’d signed up for the exchange program on a whim, a last-minute decision, and now she was here, surrounded by cobblestones and ancient history, living on a schedule that barely made sense.

The bar she walked into was small, tucked between two old buildings in the heart of Rome, the neon lights flickering above the door, promising both danger and excitement. It was the kind of place where tourists and locals collided, unpredictable, but always interesting. Her friends were already sitting at a table near the back, laughing and talking in a mix of Italian and English, trying to decide who was going to be the first to grab the microphone when the karaoke started. Y/N didn’t really feel like singing tonight, but she could already tell they’d drag her into it anyway. It was just what they did.

She didn’t notice him at first, not really. Harry was sitting at the bar with a group of friends, quietly observing the room as if he were trying to blend into the background. He didn’t want to stand out, not tonight. The last thing he wanted was to be recognized, so he’d come to this bar, hoping that people would be too caught up in their own lives to notice him. But as she passed him on her way to the table, something shifted. He couldn’t help but notice her, how her laugh rang out in the chaos of the bar, how her dark hair bounced with every step, how the look on her face was one of carefree confidence. There was something magnetic about her, something that drew his attention and held it even as he tried to look away.

He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about her presence that felt... familiar. Not in the sense of "I’ve seen her before," but more like she was the kind of person you were always meant to meet. And when their eyes met briefly, the world seemed to slow down, just for a second. A moment that didn’t mean much to anyone else but meant everything to him.

She didn’t acknowledge him at all. She was too busy catching up with her friends, laughing, exchanging stories, her eyes sparkling with the kind of joy that only came when you were in a foreign place, away from home, doing something you’d never thought you’d do.

But Harry couldn’t stop looking at her.

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The night dragged on with the usual chaos of a karaoke bar, people singing off-key, others trying too hard to impress, and some just there for the drinks and atmosphere. But as the first notes of Queen’s "Don’t Stop Me Now" blared through the speakers, Y/N jumped out of her seat like she was born for this moment. She had no shame, no hesitation. She was the kind of person who lived in the moment, the kind who threw herself into things without looking back. Her friends followed suit, their energy contagious, and soon, the entire bar was swept up in the beat.

Y/N wasn’t just singing, she was dancing, pulling people into the circle with her, encouraging everyone to join in. Her body moved with a kind of reckless abandon, like she was the only one in the world who mattered, like this moment, right now, was all there was. Harry’s eyes never left her, and neither did the grin that slowly spread across his face. She was a whirlwind of energy, laughter, and life.

The bartender, a grizzled older man with a thick accent, glanced over at Harry and his friends, raising an eyebrow. “What a character, huh?” he muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a smile.

“Yeah," Harry replied, his voice quiet but amused. "A character."

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When the song ended, the energy in the room didn’t dip, it only grew stronger. People were still clapping, laughing, and shouting as Y/N made her way back to the bar, her cheeks flushed from the dance, her breath still coming in short bursts from the exertion. She walked past Harry again, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume—a soft, floral scent that seemed to hang in the air long after she’d moved on.

He didn’t know what possessed him, but he couldn’t let it go. He stood up and walked towards her, his steps deliberate, each one bringing him closer to the girl who had somehow captured his attention without even trying.

"Hey," he said when he reached her. His voice was low, but it carried an ease to it. “You’ve got some serious skills on that mic."

Y/N glanced up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to place him, then shrugged. “I’ve been practicing my rockstar moves for years.” She shot him a grin, the kind that told him she wasn’t taking him too seriously. She was fun, she was playful, and he could already tell she had a sharp wit. “But thanks, I guess.”

Harry laughed, leaning casually against the bar. “I’m Harry, by the way. I know this might sound weird, but you kind of just... owned that performance.”

Her eyes flicked to his, and for the first time, she seemed to really register who he was. Not just some random guy in a bar, but the Harry Styles, or at least, that was what he thought she was thinking.

But all she said was, “Well, I’m Y/N, and if you’re expecting me to serenade you, you’ve got the wrong idea. I only do public performances for my friends.”

There was a challenge in her voice, a spark in her eyes, and Harry found himself leaning in, intrigued by this girl who seemed to have no interest in fame or recognition, who was just... herself.

“I wasn’t expecting anything,” he replied with a grin. “But I wouldn’t mind hearing more.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, you’ll have to catch me on a better night, Harry.”

“I think tonight’s pretty great,” he said, his smile widening.

She didn’t answer immediately, taking a moment to look him over—really look at him, her eyes scanning him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “You’re one of those people who likes to keep a low profile, aren’t you?” she said, the corner of her lips curling up just slightly.

“Something like that,” he replied, shifting slightly. “And you?”

She snorted, a playful sound that caught him off guard. “I’m not trying to keep a low profile. I just... don’t care what people think.”

Harry chuckled, his gaze softening. “I think I can respect that.”

Y/N leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “Good. Because if you ever want a proper performance, you’ll have to catch me when I’m not surrounded by my loud, obnoxious friends.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Harry said, his voice low, teasing. "But for tonight, I’m more than happy to just watch."

And for the rest of the night, that’s exactly what he did, watched as she danced, sang, and lived in a way that made everything around her fade into the background.

It wasn’t just her energy or her confidence that captivated him. It was the fact that she didn’t need anyone else’s approval, that she could exist in the world as herself, unapologetically, without a care.

And Harry realized, as he watched her go back to her friends, laughing and shouting, that he hadn’t felt this intrigued by anyone in a long time.

Maybe it wasn’t just about the performance after all. Maybe it was about the person. 

And maybe, just maybe, it was about time for him to stop watching from the sidelines.

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The night wore on in a haze of laughter and neon lights, the kind of night that didn’t feel real until the morning after. Harry stayed close, never quite hovering but always within reach. Occasionally, Y/N’s eyes would find his across the room, once during a particularly ridiculous rendition of “Livin’ on a Prayer,” another when she was taking a sip of her drink and caught him smiling at her like he’d never seen anything quite like her before.

And for the first time in a long time, she let herself enjoy being seen.

It wasn’t until her friends began gathering their things that Y/N realized how late it had gotten. The bar had thinned out, and the cool Roman night pressed in through the open door, carrying the scent of the Tiber and distant music from another street. Her cheeks hurt from smiling, her voice was hoarse from singing, and her feet ached in the best way.

She stepped outside with her friends, the group spilling into the quiet street like kids leaving a school dance. Some were headed to a club, others were calling cabs or figuring out the late-night bus schedule. Y/N pulled her phone out to check the time just as a voice called from behind.

“Hey, Y/N.”

She turned, expecting one of her friends—but it was Harry, hands in his jacket pockets, hair a bit tousled by the breeze.

“You walking back?” he asked.

“Yeah, I live just a few blocks that way.”

“I’ll walk you,” he said simply.

She hesitated for half a second, then nodded. “Alright.”

They walked side by side down a narrow street lit by antique lamps, the stones underfoot uneven and slippery in places. It was quiet now, the noise of the bar a distant echo, replaced by the soft hum of the city at rest.

“You always like this?” Harry asked after a stretch of silence.

Y/N glanced at him. “What do you mean?”

“You know… fearless. Like nothing can touch you.”

She laughed under her breath. “That’s just a good performance. Truth is, I barely know what I’m doing most of the time. I’m constantly second-guessing everything.”

He looked at her, a flicker of surprise in his expression. “You hide it well.”

“That’s the trick,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Fake it until you start to believe it yourself.”

Harry smiled. “That’s fair. But still… it suits you. That boldness. That energy.”

Y/N tilted her head, a little amused, a little unsure. “Are you always this poetic, or is it just the Italian air?”

He laughed. “Maybe a bit of both.”

They reached her street, a quiet stretch flanked by old apartment buildings with wooden shutters and ivy crawling up the sides. Alice paused at her door, turning to face him.

“Well, this is me,” she said softly.

Harry nodded, but he didn’t step back. “You’ve made tonight feel... different. Good different.”

She looked at him for a long second. “You’re not bad company yourself.”

There was a pause—a charged moment where neither of them moved, where the possibilities of the night hovered between them like a held breath.

“Would it be too much if I asked to see you again?” he asked, his voice quiet.

Y/N smiled slowly, her eyes meeting his. “You already have. But if you’re asking if you can be part of the next performance...”

He leaned in, the space between them narrowing. “Only if you promise I won’t have to sing.”

She chuckled. “No promises.”

And then, before either of them could talk themselves out of it, she leaned in and kissed him. Soft and brief, more like a question than a statement—but it was enough to make Harry forget every reason he’d had for hiding that night.

When she pulled away, she said, “Good night, Harry,” and disappeared behind the heavy wooden door.

He stood there for a moment, lips still tingling, heart beating in a rhythm he hadn’t felt in years.

Rome had a way of sneaking up on you.

And so did she.