#ommmgggg

[dinbeskarbaby]

[clits-and-clips]

The one person I wanna talk to is clearly not interested in replying and its killing my moooooodddd

[emomanswhore]

NAAAAHHHHHHH WHICH ONE OF YOU GOT @touyyes ON TIK TOK 😭😭😭😭

[lillianfromaccounting]

Ok. Obi-Wan is THE WORST at disguises. THE ABSOLUTE WORST! Like, seriously?! Lol

[havesome-mack-andcheese]

*literally dies*

[harrywavycurly]

Summary: Eddie has known you for a few years, the two of you met when his band entered a battle of the bands contest at the Hideout and since then you’ve been good friends and in true Eddie fashion over the years he’s sort of developed a small crush on you. But all that changes when he invites you to one of Steve’s house parties where one of Eddie’s long time buddies, Alex makes a surprise appearance after moving back to Hawkins from California. Eddie watches from a far as Alex not so subtlety flirts with you and if he’s being honest with himself he doesn’t like it. So it’s not long before Eddie gets Alex alone so he can tell him how he feels about you but instead of agreeing to back off Alex simply tells Eddie he’s not going anywhere and doesn’t plan on backing down because he likes you too so…may the best man win in the battle for your heart🖤

A/N: Harry Styles(2015 to be specific) is the face-claim for Alex and if that’s not your thing that’s fine! It’s just fun and easier to use a face claim for me.

Update Schedule: Every Tuesday

Fic Type: Friends to lovers and fighting for your attention.

Tag List: Open

Conversations: Coming Soon✨

Instagrams: Coming Soon✨

Extras: Here

*this fic is a mixture of texts and actual blurbs but you’ll find everything in the correct order below*

Part 1: Did you say party?

[forgottencillian]

World Means Nothing | Cillian & Edmund

It was inevitable they'd meet again, much as Cillian had avoided it. He'd never much wanted to wait on the Varmont boys, but now that he knew one of them to be directly responsible for the Battle of Malconaire, he couldn't face it. His hands were clammy, his breathing shallow, his heart hammering. Images of the battle whirled before him, more real than his surroundings. Whatever happened, the mere mention of them had him in its clutches, but the recent uprising and its swift and cruel retribution had given him another burst of vision. This time, when he saw Edmund again, he didn't see images of the war -- he saw only red.

Yet, he was strangely calm as he approached the prince. "Morning," he said, closing the stable doors as he emerged from brushing down Brigit's beautiful stallion, and approached Edmund. "I'd ask you what brings you here, but I think we both know." He tilted his head, barely stopping himself from accusing Edmund of harassing Rosie. But he wasn't here to argue today, no. He was here for information.

"I've wanted to speak to you since the..." he arched his brows. "The ice ball. I want you to know why I behaved the way I did." Leaning against the fence, he smiled, but the look did not reach his eyes. "I'm one of the lucky ones, you see: a survivor of the Battle of Malconaire."

He paused, watching Edmund carefully for any reaction. "I watched scores of my lifelong friends and neighbors cut down. Time and again, I raised the banner of Malconaire till it was shred to ribbons. I held my lord as he died in my arms, begging me to watch over his daughters because it was clear that whoever had orchestrated that battle had no pity in his heart, and I swore to give my very life, if necessary, to defend them."

He paused, still strangely calm as he spoke. "I don't tell you this to beg forgiveness or as an excuse. I have an oath to fulfill, you see. I tell you this because I want you to know that I behaved as I did because I learned that night, from your very lips, that you or one of your brothers was directly responsible for the suffering that has haunted my people for years, and I want you to remember that, while you're here to pay attentions to Lord Malconaire's youngest child, it is your family who left her fatherless. I want you to remember, too, that I warned you what the people would think of you and yours at the ice ball. What they might do. And they did, indeed, show their hand. You may have forgotten our suffering, but I'll give you this final warning: Astairans never shall.

"I tell you this, too, because for all that I know you shall like as not cart me away in irons, I have one boon left to ask in the name of my ladies. I want to know which one of you did it." His jaw set finally into a snarl. "Which one of you murdered Lord Malconaire?"

[robynrileyart]

just saw the new tmnt movie and i am still starving for good quality casey jones content!!!!!!!! anyway here's wonderwall

[rwbyjesus]

Rwby volume 9 poster!!!

[alexturne]

MARDY BUM IM IN TEARSSSS

[artofkhaos404]

Another character from the Keshel Chronicles universe that my brother and I created. Not many people know his real name, but he goes by Forte.

[chxrry-chris]

[onewistotoro]

Watch "【公式】HELLOオニュ#3" on YouTube

[kirnet]

My family in Germany just sent me a beautiful graduation card I’m 🥺🥺

[blbcabelts]

* . . . that promo, you guys...

[oakthcrn]

🌟 + 🎀 + ✨ + 💫 + 💖 + ❤️

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. 

accepting @valdorin

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs