#beautifulist

[lunar-years]

I can’t stop staring at this picture. btw.

[nick-cassidy]

kévin estre has the worst case of French man looking like a rat/mouse .

[tsukkisloser]

I luv tsukki <333mmmhnm3333 I wanna kiss his cheekies and hold his hand <3333333

[canwehavehextonite]

nobody talks abt crossfading w mango lassi and weed

[soupinaboot]

Eddie Munson x Stevie 'Most beautifulist girl in the world' Harrington

[a-wondering-thought]

willow(aka @my-mind-is-frozen ) doesnt think shes beautiful and handsome and literally so pretty so i need to get it into her head that she is so i made a poll lol

WILLOW YOU ARENT ALLOWED TO VOTE

[dashingdetectivetimelady]

Rewatched the last two Godzilla movies and I was reminded just how much I fucking love them. Don't need the humans, just give me sky high monsters fighting with a fucking awesome soundtrack and I'm happy girl. To this day, the sound cues for the king's tail lighting up is just goosebump inducing.

The face slapping plot that if humans just fucked off and didn't mess with the Titans, we'd be fine is another cherry on top. MOTHRA is the beautifulist fucking thing ever on screen and I will not be taking criticism on that.

Whenever I see Godzilla fighting against his enemies I say

[coolskeleton59]

Parchment’s the most beautifulist handomest man in the world

[jerrydevine]

most beautifulist emoji: 🚋

[mlmxreader]

Drunken Confessions | Steve Murphy x m!reader

@areyouwaiting asked: YO MR WHITE

Can I request a Steve Murphy x drunk male!reader fic?

Reader gets fucking wasted at some bar/party, Murphy has to come pick him up and on the way home the reader drunkenly confesses that he has a big fuckin crush on Steef but he knows he doesn’t have a chance bc Steef is "straight"

Steef’s brain just kind of short circuits bc uhh guy he’s in love with just confessed his feelings for him ???

+ prompt: “Can I just hold your hand for a bit?"

summary: Steve isn't sure what he's hearing when he picks you up and you confess what you really think of him.

tws: drunkenness, smoking, swearing

Steve wasn't expecting the call, in all honesty, but when Carrillo called him and asked him to pick you up from a party, he was a little nervous; Steve was always nervous to be around you, you always took his breath away and made his hands shake as his heart thundered. He was nervous, but when he got to a party, music blaring and people singing and drinking and smoking and kissing and touching, he did his best to push his nerves aside skntbat he could find you; luckily, his first guess, that you would be out in the garden and either somewhere up a tree or sat staring at the stars, was the correct one, and as he approached, Steve cleared his throat.

You were gone. Humming to yourself as you grinned, and when you turned to see him, you laughed loudly and threw your arms around him. "Stevie!"

With great caution, mostly so that you wouldn't fall, Steve returned the embrace for a moment. "I'm here to take you home, (y/n). Carrillo said you had too much and you... you tried to do a strip tease."

You scoffed, shaking your head and stumbling backwards as you lit a cigarette and laughed again, your words slurred. "I did not! I was just dancing!"

Steve hummed, frowning a little, but he shook his head, and he kept his arm around your shoulders, letting you cling onto him as he gestured towards the way out. "Why don't we just get you home?"

"I'm not even that drunk," you grumbled. "What? A guy can't have fun anymore?"

Deciding not to answer that, Steve guided you towards his car; his flat was closest, followed closely by Connie's - she would let you crash with her and her surgeon boyfriend without a doubt, and they would absolutely take great care of you. The flat you shared with Javier would be too far away, you would either fall asleep or you would forget which number you lived in, given your current state; so Steve settled on going to whichever was closest. His flat.

He could look after you, he knew he could; it was only drunkenness, it wasn't anything serious.

He just about managed to get you into the car, making sure that your seat belt was on as he navigated the deserted streets; not a single soul was about, too many people throwing parties or partying at clubs and pubs. At least it made the journey home easy, even if Steve did have to park around the next street thanks to his usual parking spot being taken up by several motorbikes.

"We have to walk a little," Steve told you gently, making sure that you were holding onto him as he dared to make the first few steps towards his flat. "You okay?"

"Y'know," your words still slurred heavily. "I always did know that you was the handsomest and beautifulist man."

Blush came across his features as he stiffened up a little, clearing his throat. "You really are drunk."

"Relax," you sang. "You're fine... I knows you're straight and I don't have a chances. It's just a schools boys crush, no worries. You're fine."

Steve could hardly believe what he was hearing, and although he wanted to blame it on the alcohol you had drank, he knew that the substance only ever made people admit to things that the wouldn't normally; you were telling the truth, he knew that, but he couldn't believe it. For years, he had had a crush on Carrillo's ecologist, and now he was hearing that you had a crush on him, too. He felt like he was going to pass out.

"You're fine," you continued. "I knows straight blokes get a bit... bit funny when you tells them that you think they're fucking beautiful. But it's all good, baby!"

"I'm... (y/n)," he sighed, swallowed thickly as he grumbled quietly to himself and shook his head. "I think you're attractive, too. I really do, but right now, my biggest concern is getting you to bed."

"Oh!" You beamed. "You wanna get me in bed, do ya?"

Steve couldn't find it in himself to answer, getting you up to his flat and unlocking the door before he lead you to the bedroom, he got your shoes off and tossed them aside before helping you to get into his bed; he made sure that you couldn't fall onto your back as he squatted by the side of the bed and smiled, gently running his finger from your temple to your jaw.

"Get some sleep," he said softly. "I'll be on the sofa if you-"

"Don't leave," you reached your hand out, and pouted. "Can I just hold your hand for a bit?"

Steve nodded, giving you his hand and sitting with his back against the nightstand, sighing as he let you hold onto it tightly; he wasn't sure what he was going to throughout the night, but he couldn't complain about sleeping in such a position. He'd slept in worse places and in more awkward positions before. Besides... you were begging for his attention, and you were pleading for him to stay.

Maybe in the morning, he would talk to you, properly, about what you had said, but for now, that could wait.

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[daffieapple]

The Most Beautifulist One.

[nick-cassidy]

[lewisrises]

top 5 lewis hairstyles and top 5 beverages !!

this got long SO quick but laidease!!! i hereby invite you to the most true correct ranking of lewis’ top 5 hairstyles. see BELOW!

coming in at a strong and incredibly underrated #5, whatever the hell this specific gq photoshoot look was. this is different to babygirl braids in the fact that he’s NOT babygirl, but in fact a very handsome regal man. a sir, even. i will salute you, hamilton. hell i might even kneel.

next, we have #4: whatever was in the air in baku 2019. this hair + the black merc cap + the black merc top = a very dangerous combination. dangerous because he’s VERY sexy.

moving on swiftly to number #3: “until the windows are all fogged up and the paint starts peeling off the walls and the room smells like toxic waste and the bed breaks and the building threatens to collapse and the tectonic plates shift and we end up creating our own ecosystem” natural hair. yeah? yeah.

in what might be a controversial but very correct #2, the iconic babygirl braids. are you lost babygirl? let me pick that stray braid out of your eye and tuck it behind your ear, and i’ll hear your breath hitch at the touch. are you shy? do you want me to kiss you? because i will do it. i will kiss him so hard, like SO hard. it has to specifically be the 2019 braids era tho, none of the recent years have hit the same and that’s mainly bc his forehead is double the size now unforch x

and finally, in p1: the most specialist most kissableist most beautifulist most handsome young man core hairstyle to ever grace god’s green earth: cornrows!lewis. only the real ones will get it idc that’s my beautiful son. he’s all over my facebook page with paragraph long captions expressing how proud i am of my handsome little man. let me kiss you on the forehead sunshine

this long as hell so forget the beverages

[mikeywelsh71]

goodnight sams sweet dreams

Goodnight anon have the GREATEST most BEAUTIFUList dreams EVER.

[tumblerisstupid12]

I fucked my most beautifulist younger sister in front of our parents and they soon joined us. Jane ate mom's pussy until she came all over the place then I fucked mom until I filled her sweet delicious pussy with my tasty love juice. Dad fucked Jane until he got her to finally have an amazing orgasm the put his dad seed deep inside of her.

[plushslug]

Got my lymphedema wraps on this morning and they're already so loose they're falling down several inches when I stand bro I am literally so good at draining fluid they should give me an A+ and a trophy that says "world's specialist beautifulist patient"