#being so fr rn

[elliotsbabymama]

ooooooo bitch 😮‍💨🧎🏽‍♀️

[rigormortisgrl]

I think being beat within an inch of my life would fix me

[izzystradlinswife]

Elton John supremacy. If you don't like any songs by him I don't like you

[prettyblondguys]

No bc I'm literally crying bc of that trans cowboy painting

[p0si0n0uslaughter]

star vs the forces of evil made me autistic

[slutfactory]

nah cuz why is the skype ringtone such a banger

[vermillion-merlot]

EVERYONE DONT MOVE ITS ADAM’S BIRTHDAY

[doobydoobydoowau]

my cat has a better social life than me

[1alchemistart]

dont got much to offer for The Holiday but have these sillies!

happy valentines day :D

[i-want-that-hi-fever]

if there’s one thing imma do, it’s quote fiona apple whenever i feel a yearning sensation go through my body

[kiachnishsblog]

Bruce can only sleep if Clark is cuddling him. Bruce is ALWAYS the little spoon and he snuggles up to Clark like a koala. He likes it when Clark’s heater of a body is surrounding him; it makes him feel all toasty and warm. Clark’s pecs and muscles also make the perfect pillow so that is a big plus.

The first time Clark has this happen where Bruce is snuggling up to him he is kinda confused like this is the same man who refers to himself as “vengeance”, but he also loves that Bruce is snuggling up to him so he pulls him closer.

Bruce also sometimes likes resting his head in Clark’s lap after a really hard and draining mission.

[twinstxrs]

murph knocking it out of the PARK this episode both as riz (badass lil creature, fiercely dedicated to his friends, so deeply loving to his mom & reassuring her that he sees her + appreciates all she does for him) and just as murph (“the beans are due,” laughing at ally’s lack of written saving throws, reaction to the trap door bit, “so tactical, so late”)

[jennifersminds]

ELLE FANNING & NICHOLAS HOULT Entertainment Weekly

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Little things - Miguel O’Hara x reader

Warnings/tags: Vauge shit but it’s implied reader has issues with people taking out their anger on them- whatever that means to you. I’m gonna be completely honest- my father used his angry voice at me and now this exists because I have issues. This is probably triggering so dear god please don’t read this if you have/had a bad relationship with your parents or an ex or whoever. TW’s to the max.

I mean it’s technically hurt comfort.

Miguel starts to notice the little things.

He starts to notice how you react to even the slightest hint of frustration in his voice. How, despite his annoyance being directed at situations or objects, you always seem to take it as if it’s directed to you.

He notices that you go into spirals where all you can say is “sorry”. He notices that any attempts at reassurance and comfort are met with guarded wariness, like you’re expecting him to

He notices how if you get it in your head that you messed up- even if you, quite plainly, did not- then you’ll spend the rest of the night walking on eggshells around him.

He starts to notice how you flinch, and how you either speak faster or get quiet. He can’t quite decide which he hates more.

Sure, when you get panicked and speak faster, it pains him to see how down right desperate you are to please him and fix whatever is bothering him. Like you’re scared his frustration over traffic or incompetent subordinates will somehow end up being taken out on you. And yes, he hates that, he hates the idea that you’re scared of him.

But he hates even more when you’re quiet. When you find some excuse to run to the grocery store- even when you already have everything you two need for dinner. When your voice turns soft and meek, when you grow distant and dissociated. When you go off to bed hours early, a simple excuse of “I’m just tired” doing nothing to ease his worries.

Because you can’t imagine that his frustrations aren’t going to end up being taken out on you in some way.

On nights like that, Miguel always makes sure to pay extra attention to you. To not let you slip away and stew alone in your thoughts for too long. To make sure to hold you extra tight and give you extra kissing as he does. To make sure that whenever you excuse yourself to go to bed early, he follows you up, climbing into bed with you and holding you tight against his chest.

He’ll hold you like that till you fall asleep, stroking your hair and telling you how much he loves you, making sure to reassure you that you were in no way the cause of his frustrations, and that you, if anything, made them all melt away once he got home to you.

He makes sure to squeeze you extra tight, to hold you extra close if you start to cry. He’ll let you tell him about your ex, or your parents, or whoever hurt you in the past to make you react like this to even the slightest bit of frustration in someone’s voice. And he’ll listen as much as you need, and he’ll make sure you know you’re loved.

[nonranghaes]

"hey, yo... if i make this shot... you gotta go out with me, alright?"

mark smiles at you brighter than any star in the sky as he continues to bounce the basketball. it's just the two of you now--the rest of your friends have gone their separate ways. it feels like nights always end with just you and mark nowadays. not that you're complaining: you adore the guy. you just smile at first, knowing that you'd say yes regardless of this silly deal (and the twinkle in mark's eyes tells you that he knows this, too: he just needs to show off).

"alright," you say, hands tucked into your hoodie pocket. "go for it."

he swells a little with pride before he takes the shot... and immediately misses. his smile falls into genuine, unabashed shock as he turns to you. you're already cackling, turning to run after the ball before it can get too far away.

"yo, i practiced! i literally practiced and got it--the guys can tell you! i'm good at this, i swear--"

you calm down, smiling at him as you hold the ball in your hands. "okay. so if i make this... you gotta go on a date with me."

mark smiles wide, so cutely flustered but he nods. "alright. bet."

you line up the shot, taking a deep breath. after a moment, you throw the ball through the air, watching as it just barely bounces off the rim. it sends mark into endless cackles, and you immediately rush toward him, burying your face in his jacket as you laugh.

"oh my god," he gasps out between cackles, arms wrapping around you. "i wish i got that on camera." he squeezes you tighter. "alrightalrightalright," he says too many times, blending together as he draws back from you just enough to see your face. "c'mon. i'll buy food."

(donghyuck later reports to the group chat that both of you are indeed idiots, having heard the story from mark... but at least you're idiots together now.)

[buckys-estrella]

finally saw spiderman atsv and I’m so so so feral for miguel o’hara