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swagginmun · 2 years
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Smooch!
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poisonedsequin · 1 year
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rahul mishra spring 2023 couture
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parfavar · 4 months
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You people work fast.
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pettydollie · 2 months
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HEY YOU! yes, you. you have a very important job. i need atleast one song of your choosing that gives off my vibe. you dont have to know me that well at all for this, just look at my acc theme lol. or if ur one my mutuals (who i will tag) who i talk to, you can go based off me as a person :)
why am i doing this? fabulous question! i am creating a fanfic based off the songs i get from this very post. the max amount of songs is 25, so there will be 25 chapters. this fic may be chris x reader or matt x reader, you wont know until i reveal mwahahaha
anyways tags below: @latinasforchrizz @lacysturniolo @delisturniolo @delilahprentiss @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @chrissturnioloswifesblog @freshloveee @iprk90 @plasticferal @caroline12b @24kmar @stargirlsturniololover @strnilolo @sturniolopepsi @sandwitchhee @melonjollyranche @abbie13sworld @whoreforchr1s @moonschat @rac00ns-are-c00l4 like always, if u dont wish to be tagged in posts like this, please let me know. ty lovelies! <3
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stonetopbutch · 2 years
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Soft moans will be the death of me.
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gum-iie · 1 year
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quiet in the library
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toxictoxicities · 8 months
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sorry for stealing ur son u can hold mine
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A- THAT WAS YOU
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Crowley said to Beezelbub that they both used to scare cherubs with the book of life, at the time (before Eden) Aziraphale was a cherub.
So I'm now imagining Aziraphale being around other angels when angel Crowley and angel Beezelbub start to joke about removing certain angels from the book. The group of cherubs freak out a bit and leave, angel Beezelbub flys after them. Angel Crowley spots Aziraphale and waves, Aziraphale goes over to them hesitantly and sceptically and is like "is that true?".
Angel Crowley can see that Aziraphale is a bit worried about the whole prospect of being written out of existence, so angel Crowley is like "of course not, it's just a joke". And Aziraphale goes on about how it's not actually that funny, then angel Crowley kind of apologies embarrassed, but then offers for the two of them to go do something fun.
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weirdo09 · 7 months
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my miles morales n gwen stacy
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mspaintshurifin · 7 months
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i need to see shurifin getting pulled up by a fishing vinestaff (also question, can we request doodles of other characters?)
yes... he eated the worm on the fishing hook..
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also, to answer ur question, shure! but it would probably be shurifin interacting with them in someway!!
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murdrdocs · 2 years
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anybody, everybody, scream! teaser
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You get the first call on a Monday, around 2 in the afternoon.
You only remember because you’d just gotten back from your noon Econ class. It was a drag, and you always needed some sort of pick me up once you finished, usually in the form of whatever overpriced, extremely sweet drink you were using your food points on for the day.
The worn down toe of your dirtied converse had just stepped foot onto the creaky hardwood floors of your apartment when the phone rang. Your suitemates weren’t home, either in a class, out studying, or basking in the remnants of the sun that came with the beginning of Autumn.
Which left you to answer the phone.
Your bag was dropped by the door, which was where it usually ended up either way, and you rushed to the phone. You always did, running to answer the call, even though it usually wasn’t for you, or was just a telemarketer.
But the only reason you did so was because you were expecting someone. You were expecting Steve. Always.
It was 2 PM, on a Monday, therefore Steve would have known to not call you for another few hours, but you were expecting him either way. You couldn’t help it.
Your hand wrapped around the beige phone and lifted it to press the plastic to your ear.
“Hello?”
Silence.
So you tried again.
“Hello?...” you drug out the end, then waited for the other person to speak. You thought you heard breathing, but it was too faint to really tell. So you sighed and placed the phone back onto the hook, turning away to place your shoes by the door.
You and the other girls were mostly sure that something was wrong with your phone. This was a recurring problem; someone calling and no sound comes out on your end. You’d been meaning to contact someone about this, but truthfully you all were too busy––and a little lazy––to do anything about it. Besides, the problem seemed to fix itself by the next call.
You’re halfway across the empty living room when the phone rings again.
You sigh softly, a little upset about being interrupted once again, but there’s a pep in your step since you’re gonna be able to actually have a conversation this time around.
“Hello?”
“Hello?” The person on the other end asks. You smile a little, happy that your theory was proven.
The phone always fixed itself sooner or later.
“Hi. Did you just call? There’s a problem with our receiver.”
“Yeah, I did. I was wondering what was up with that. For a second I thought I was gonna have to get another phone,” the person––a man, you’re gonna deduce––laughs and you do too, instinctively twirling your finger around the cable cord.
“No, no. It’s just our problem,” another friendly laugh. “Who are you trying to reach?”
“Uh, a Heather Holloway. Is she there?”
“No, I’m sorry. You have the wrong number. Heather doesn’t live here.”
The person winces. “Yeah, I must have the wrong number. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” He laughs bashfully.
“It’s okay, happens all the time. You take care.”
“You too.”
And the receiver is back on the hook. Simple as that. You don’t think much of it at all, finally placing your shoes where they belonged and you’re pulling out a book with the intent of curling up on the armchair and reading for a while.
At the time, it was just a call, a human mistake made by someone looking for Heather.
But looking back on it just a week later, you realize that it’s nothing of the sort. It’s very sinister. And you can’t think about it too long without feeling like you’re gonna barf.
everybody scream, a stranger things Scream au, will be coming soon
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scythidol · 6 months
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Kukolka's glad ur excited !! >:3c
exploring new editing style while doing this so kinda nervous . . . (_ _;)
EDITING??????????????????????????????????/
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sisigull · 5 months
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Prepping for my LotF and Twelfth Night mid-terms tmr like wish me luck fr 😨
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My old Ralph design before diving in head first into the fandom
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ryusxnka · 10 months
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You will all acknowledge my boy!!
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hyperfixated-maybe · 6 months
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Octosona
Well mateys, after a week the poll is finally closed. In the end, 80.7% of yall voted for me to create my own octosona. I was rlly struggling to decide on what it should be, then BOOM. MARBLED NEWT HYPERFIXATION BABY.
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MARBLED NEWT BABYYYYYYYYYY
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crowbutfried · 8 months
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It's a modern shii :0
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