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12lifetimes · 9 months
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Lola Tung and Chris Briney behind the scenes of The Summer I Turned Pretty.
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cardi-c · 11 months
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c:  @swissghoul_l
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➥ bartylily as texts
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olivers-cocoapuffs · 10 months
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Marlene is Solider
Mary is King
Lily is Poet
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gimyung · 1 year
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the gun stans are so good at answering questions and explaining things. like, i really believe he has lawyers for stans 😭 if things go bad for him in the future i'm 100% sure his first line of defense are @lookismaddict & @iwasneverth3re 🧐
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snowymav · 2 years
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seeing tan and bug on the big screen again-
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iheartmoons · 11 months
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i can never talk about jily on this blog bc otherwise all the wolfstar haters start coming towards me
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thisultraviolet · 9 months
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Red?
The best song on the album: Better Man
My favorite song on the album: Treacherous <333
My least favorite song on the album: 22 (if I somehow get the hat you NEVER saw this)
Most underrated song on the album: Forever Winter, Red, The Last Time
The most overrated song on the album: Begin Again
The banger of all bangers: The Very First Night, Everything Has Changed,
Rate from 0-10: 7.5
Send an album <3
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miinsang · 1 year
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yungiii set is nextttt
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shellshooked · 8 months
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oblivion of the self
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cosmosnout · 3 months
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Revelations.
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fruit-sy · 5 months
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Raccoon siblings
Inspired by the Synchronized Cats video lol
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kadextra · 3 months
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Welcome to a quick but important language lesson before our lovely Korean speaking members join the QSMP!
I call it:
“No, that Korean speaker is not casually saying the N-word.”
The Korean word for “I/me” is 내가, romanized as “nae-ga”
The Korean word for “you” is 니가, romanized as “ni-ga”
They are not saying a racial slur. It is literally the word for me/you. please understand the context, and get familiar with hearing these words all the time in normal conversation.
Read this article, this is what they have had to deal with in the west before.
Above all, extend grace and understanding to the new members and new communities. Research things yourself, and educate your friends about their language and culture to avoid misunderstandings. Realize that for many of these new people, this may be their first time interacting with another culture- let alone so many at once. They will be learning themselves, and may make mistakes. Be patient and for the love of god don’t scare them off. spread love <3
Important Quackity Studios thread
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lotus-pear · 8 months
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"feels like we could go on for forever this way.." (x)
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snowymav · 2 years
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req @simpingforclaudette : what do you think of a scenario where tangerine lives and he and ladybug meet again at a gay bar?
i wasn’t lying when i said i preferred writing angst..
i’m so sorry this probably wasn’t what you were after when you requested this!! :<
they also aren’t in a gay bar, just a regular club..
i got carried away, forgive me.
also posted on ao3, here !
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“Another drink, Nathaniel?” The woman was slurring every word, who Nathaniel was Ladybug had no clue, clearly drunk despite the lack of alcohol she had consumed. He wondered why he was even here, what had brought him to think finding a hookup on a dating site was actually a good idea? She had been kind, at first, keeping him company as he nursed the glass of coke in his hand, Veronica was her name.
It had been nice for a while, until she got bored. Or more like Ladybug had gotten bored. He supposed it was his own fault she started to chat with the bar staff, after all he had promised sex, and sex definitely didn’t look like the bottom of a coke glass filled with ice and a slice of lime. That’s what Ladybug had busied himself with for almost half an hour.
“I'm good, thank you though.” Ladybug waved her off. He wasn’t trying to be rude, simply couldn’t find it in himself to look at her anymore, he was disinterested.
“That’s not- Nathaniel you’re supposed to be buying me drinks, a lady never pays for her own drinks on a first date!” Again with the Nathaniel. The pitch in her voice got higher with every word, Ladybug’s already blooming headache seemingly on course for the worst sober hangover he’d ever experience. The lack of alcohol mixed with booming music, bright lights and the drunk lady beside him wasn’t tasteful. In fact it made him feel sick.
He only felt worse when he finally lifted his head, hands coming to pat at his jeans, the bartender taking the chance to snatch his empty glass. Veronica was pretty, Ladybug was almost sorry he hadn’t paid attention to her, he’s sure she would’ve been lovely sober. But when he finally went to make eye contact with her, he noticed something, someone, awfully familiar.
“Nathaniel?” Ladybug had been standing from his seat at the bar before he could render himself walking, Veronica’s voice calling out to him getting quieter as he pushed through the sea of people in his way.
He felt like his legs were going to give out, trying his best to keep on the curly, ginger tinged hair that had caught his eye. Ladybug was sure his heart was beating far too fast to be considered healthy and that the way he was breathing would definitely make him seem like he was at the start of a nervous breakdown. He kept walking, more like jogging, his shoulder barges getting harder the more people he passed.
And when he finally got close enough, Ladybug couldn’t stop himself, reaching out and bringing his hand down to a sweater covered shoulder. His grip hard, startling the man, making him jump slightly, the music drowning out his shout as he whipped his head around to the culprit.
“Jesus christ, don’t you know anythin about fuckin manners?” There it was, the ding in Ladybugs head. This is why you’re here. All it took was the wave off a thick british accent cursing blindly and Ladybug knew he wasn’t dreaming.
“Tangerine…”
He hadn’t heard that nickname in months. No one had called him that, not even his handler when calling for check ups, and his brother refused to buy tangerines for the apartment or anything in the orange fruit family for that matter. It filled him with fear, anger. Made the scar on his neck burn. His eyes sting with tears.
Though what surprised Tangerine the most was that it seemed to have the same effect on Ladybug.
He hadn’t changed much, blond hair a little longer, bags under his eyes a little darker. But he was still the same little Ladybug that shot him, the same man he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the day he was supposed to die. Tangerine wasn't mad, he wasn’t upset, not at Ladybug. Sure he was pissed that he was stupid enough to believe a child over him, but he had longed for Ladybugs eyes on his own ever since he closed them for what he thought was the last time, on the train.
Ladybug had sobbed, a horrendous noise wretched from deep in his throat when Tangerine had pulled him forward by his hands, backing them up into the toilets.
Tangerine's hand was on the back of his neck, pushing Ladybug into his shoulder, his other hand coming to grip at his waist. It took Ladybug a few moments to register who’s touch was on him, it had been so long since he’d had anyone this close. Once he had inhaled, realising Tangerine hadn’t pulled out a gun or knocked a punch to his gut, his own hands were gripping at everything they could.
He sent them flying backwards into the tiled wall out of sheer force in returning the hug, pressing his chest up to Tangerine’s, wrapping his arms around him and tugging him closer. Tangerine had begun to cry at some point, letting himself shed the tears he had kept in for so long.
“You’re an arsehole, ya know? leaving me to die.” Tangerine was laughing through his tears, choking on them as he spoke. Every word was being mumbled into Ladybugs hair, the vibrations reminding him that he wasn’t dead. “Can't believe you killed me!”
“Shut up, god please shut up-“ His voice was strained, Ladybug wanted to laugh, wanted to see the light in shooting Tangerine but he couldn’t. Not after watching him bleed out onto the floor of the train, hearing him splutter over his last words which had in fact been a warning to the actual Diesel on the train, seeing the man’s brother mourn his loss right in front of him.
“You’re alright, Bug. I’m fine.”
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just-an-ari · 1 year
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married wenclair comic! they're goin out for a fancy dinner<3
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