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Obi-Wan Kenobi sit on my fucking face challenge (pls I'm begging)
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I've been high for two weeks straight. I'm numb

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Happy Birthday Trainspotting, 25 years old today










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I really really hope my wish comes true <3
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
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A Suggestion | Mark Renton
request; “ “I’m stealing your hoodie.” “Why?” “It smells like you” with Renton pls 🥺 “ // @rentskenobi
summary; it’s not often that you get to spend the night with Mark.
notes; gender neutral reader, older!Mark
It wasn’t often that you found the time to go and visit Mark and to spend the night at his place, it wasn’t often that there was any spare time to be spent, but you were glad that your schedule was free enough to spend the Wednesday and Thursday cuddled up on Mark’s bed with his arms around you tightly and his lips pressed to your neck; but with autumn came a chill, a biting icy chill that sank its teeth deep into the duvet and surpassed your flesh to get to your bones, causing a shiver to run up your spine.
“Where are you going?” Mark asked lazily as you tore yourself away from him and, with great reluctance, got out of bed in order to root around in his wardrobe.
You groaned as you tried to fight off the cold in order to get what you wanted, a red hoodie that was so worn and old that it was practically a few months away from tearing. “I’m stealing your hoodie.”
“Why?”
“It smells like you,” you replied as you tugged it over your body, the hood catching and covering your head. “Plus, it’s cold.”
Mark chuckled a little as he moved over a little to make room for you, he let out a soft groan when you practically jumped on him, wriggling your way into his embrace as he sighed. “Is this better?”
“Much,” you sighed as you got comfortable and started to relax at last. “Y’know, I love being able to spend the night here.”
“You could move in,” Mark suggested with a shrug.
“It’d be so much hassle, though,” you whined pitifully. “And both of us are always so busy…”
“I could easily get Spud and Simon to give us a hand,” he replied, “c’mon, (y/n), it wouldn’t take that long.”
“You’re so impulsive,” you laughed softly, shaking your head. “If I can get a week off anytime soon, then we’ll do it, how’s that?”
“Perfect.”
tags; @aesthetically-bii @bellobi @ewansblve @frosted-starlight @king-trash-goblin @ronaldrx @spnfanboy777 @snips-n-skyguy0501 @thenlookatyourphones
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a Curt Wild edit I made a few days ago :3! my insta for editing ; vlvtgcldmine
#ewan mcgregor#velvet goldmine#curt wild#brian slade#my edit#instagram#90s movies#come get yall juice#videostar
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Moodboard #8 for @stardancerluv
Dark blue for Renton

I really like this one, I hope you do too 💙💙
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As Simon lay on his floor, feeling utterly alone and lost… He knew he was pretty much dead on the inside anyway. He’d already lost his best friend, what else did he have to lose?
“I loved you.”
Simon looked at the cloth he had in his fists, it was the only thing left of him. The only thing left of Mark Renton.
The boy who the world chewed up and spat back out; the boy who wanted to start over but realized it isn’t that simple, it never was and it never will be.
The jacket Simon was holding was all that he had left of his best friend. And as he looked at that jacket, he let his denial fall from his shoulders and the weight flutter away from his chest.
“I loved you, Mark.”
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hello fellow sickrent shippers....... pls provide sickrent content mmm
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I honestly don't know how to fucking use this.....
does the Trainspotting fandom exist here on Tumblr?
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The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.
VELVET GOLDMINE (1998), dir. Todd Haynes
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