#just a lil throwback

[pitconfirm]

Lance, Zhou, and Jules at the Ferrari Driver Academy — 5 August 2014

[suspendingtime]

Jonathan Bailey: Just Add Water

🧜🏻‍♂️💦🌊🏊🏻‍♂️🐟

Source: Instagram, @jbayleaf, 10 Jan '23 | Inspo: Zac from H2O spin-off

[legallypumpkinn]

So anyway Caliborn <3< Dirk <3 Jake <3< Hal

[inafieldofdaisies]

scramble, lost, or bubble for the wip game!

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

Lost (Mercedes and Jacob's winter drabble):

[Jacob] cursed at the snow that slowed his movement, at the fact more was falling and covering her footsteps, and she was most likely lost in the middle of the woods with dusk approaching steadfast.

Scramble (A Trial of Errors):

"John?", she scrambled to get off the kitchen counter, outstretching her arm to pull him back to his feet with a surprising amount of power for someone her size.

[heffrondriving]

brb getting sent straight to heaven by big time rush's immaculate harmonies?????

[earths-way-of-laughing]

OMGGG UR NEW PFP!!!!

I’m shocked someone noticed??? Eeeee thank u 🖤

[theloveinc]

would love to have a conversation with someone who is attracted to junkrat

[mayonaka-sunshine]

Don't tag that fox post as mecore !! Those mushrooms are poisonous !!!! There is a nursery rhyme about them and all >:(

LET ME EAT THE POISON MUSHROOMS THEY LOOK SO APPEALING

why does nobody let me join the mushrooms </3

[mvncesa]

sure I have to be up in like six hours for work but what better time to think about the idea of lil supernatural verses with julian having a lil tail (and sb grabbing it/tugging at it)

[copper-skulls]

a not-kitty cat

[mitchellsandco]

Hank waited forever. Hours. He watched ten turn into eleven, then midnight, then edge closer towards one. He listened for the creaking of floorboards, the click of a television being turned off. He kept his face turned towards the bedroom door, eyes expertly watching for that golden sliver of hallway light to disappear and leave him in total darkness. 

He listened through one eight-track, then another, his banged-up, dented headphones only over one ear. Hank waited patiently, fighting sleep just as he had every Christmas before. 

Once upon a time, it was all for the sake of a big man in a red suit. Nowadays, Hank was interested in someone else. A different boy. The one next door. Only he had to keep just as stealthy. He had to be just as vigilant. Hank was just as likely to get caught -- and now even more likely to get in trouble. Santa Claus wasn’t real. Hank could sneak out of bed and scour his house and sneak a few cookies, at worst worrying that his mother might scold him. 

Jimmy -- Jimmy was real. Hank knew he’d get caught with more than his hand in the cookie jar. He knew it’d be trouble. Every year, it was the same. But every year, it was still worth it. 

Eventually, the light disappeared. Eventually, his parents door clicked shut and eventually, Hank could hear his father snoring -- loud enough to drown out the creaking stairs, too. 

Hank’s chest went warm, body expanding with excitement. He relinquished a few extra minutes for caution, then clambered out of bed and snuck his way down the decorated stairs, moving so fast he nearly knocked over every little knickknack on his way. Hank was jittery, far too eager to bother tying up his shoes or tossing a jacket on over his pyjamas. 

There were more important things to find: a blanket, some booze, a lighter for the spliff in his breast pocket. Hank had a list going in his mind. The important things: a jacket, a flashlight, maybe some real pants -- those simply seemed to slip his mind. 

The front door was tricky, so Hank used the back. He didn’t exhale until it had slid closed and he was surrounded by a dark, crisp December night. He was free, finally. The waiting was worth it. For this, Hank would’ve waited all fucking night. 

He ran towards Jimmy’s house on unsteady, lanky legs, and when he reached the fence Hank found just the right post to push on, knowing it’d give and he could slip right through. By the time he was in the other boy’s garden, it was already nearing three. But Hank knew he’d be up. He knew Jimmy would be waiting, too. It was tradition, after all. 

And he was right. When wasn’t he?

Hank spotted Jimmy sitting in one of his lawn chairs, eyes squinting against the dark. He smiled so big at the sight that it made his cheeks hurt, body stretching long as he stood on the balls of his feet and waved for Jimmy’s attention, beckoning for him to come down. 

“Come on!” He sort-of whispered, sort-of shouted, grinning all the while. “Come on! We don’t have much time. Let’s go, Shore! Move it!” 

@keepingupwiththeshores

[phoebe-the-autism-fairy]

So when I was a kid, in around reception (which would probably be kindergarten age for anyone outside of the UK), whenever it was someone's birthday, the birthday kid in question would bring in a little tub of sweets to give out to everyone at the end of the day, and this was lovely and wholesome, but I think at some point they stopped kids from handing out birthday sweets because it was "unhealthy". 

Okay Janet deprive kids of a little tiny bag of Haribo Starmix why don't you-

My god just let the kids live and have a lil treat.

[futureghost97]

took a brief break from work because my brain is a soup and decided to watch the first 15 minutes of the next Fantasy High episode… ended up choking on my water

Lou, panicking in a crisis situation: EVERYONE, UH, COME HERE— COME TO THE SOUND OF MY VOICE

Murph, brightly: 🗣 what size shoe do you wear? 🗣

Lou: NOT NOW

[morgana-pendragon]

@ tumblr support how do i delete other people's rb!!!!! i did NOT have to see that and you are MEAN for making me!!! 😭😭

i am just spicing up your life 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[theloveinc]

I am so excited to eat thanksgiving leftovers tomorrow anyway… bakugo second puberty