#Same!

[petit-papillion]

[lanwangjihouse]

tag of the week:

@crazybee :

#i can look at this for a long time 〰 the toys in wangji's hand aw ✳

[incorrectbarbie]

Barbie: *bites her nails* 

Gloria: *takes her hand and kisses her fingertips to make her stop* 

Barbie:

Barbie: *starts to bite her lips*

[thatsbelievable]

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

apparently unpopular opinion but i like duo names. theyre silly idgaf if they dont make sense i like them..

.

[beheworthy]

Chris in colors other than black - for @the-mjolnir-owner ❤️

[deadboydetectives-confessions]

not even about dbda but the death scene guy is my favorite recurring character on this blog and i hope they have a great day today

.

[svkhky]

gp’s aged ten years in the last five laps

[hypixelskyblockquotes]

[dejwrldarchived]

I would deadass let Choso spit in my booty hole and eat my ass

OH—

[purified-zone]

since op personally wont fucking let me reblog this, even though i have no fucking idea who they are

[petit-papillion]

Charles's post-race comments | Abu Dhabi Grand Prix | 26 November 2023

I hope you heard that man yelling at the end: "Charles, you fucking legend!" 👑 🐐 👏

🎥 Scuderia Ferrari

[lanwangjihouse]

tag of the week:

@larksuibian :

#i would watch 50 eps of just this ✳

[incorrectchenfordquotes]

Lucy: *walking away from Tim after a convo* Tim: She looks really pretty Lucy: What was that? Tim: I said you look shitty Lucy, knowing that is not what he said: Tim: Goodnight, Chen

[ayeleye]

You ever make a post saying ‘how do I draw dog’ and look back a day later and realised you wrote ‘do do draw dog’

[champion-of-light]

Continued here with @mitheroff

Alan didn’t noticed him yet as he was buried into his typewriter. His deft fingers clicked across the keyboard smoothly and with ease. The typewriter was the only piece of him that followed or was allowed in the fog. Write Alan write! His mind seemed to scream at him as he typed and typed. He reaches out to grab more paper but isn’t able. His stack of papers are gone. All used up. He curses underneath his breath as he pulls the finished paper out. He stacks it on top of the other small, growing pile of papers.

Finally, he feels the presence of the other and he looks up, blue eyes resting on his features softly. A hand comes across his face to rub the tiredness. A small smile crepes up onto his face as he speaks.

“Oh! I didn’t even noticed you there… I tend to get tunnel vision with I’m working. I’m all ears now, do you need something?”