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@acidicvomit
tag dump !
❛❛ a forbidden, drunken make-out session on the beach ended when he spewed acidic vomit, burning the girl’s face. she survived, but axel wondered if the nightmares would stop if he ever remembered the girl’s name – indie & selective axel “zeitgeist” cluney.
#me attempting to date
@radiatesmagic : wants a smash or pass !
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 “ 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒
“c’mon, candy apple. you should know this by now. smash one-hundred, smash a trillion. i’ll paint myself green, you paint yourself yellow --- wait, that’s not how it goes...”
hawkstertm:
[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger
🏹 — @acidicvomit // zeitgeist | nonverbal memes ( accepting ! )
“it’s not like i don’t appreciate it,” kate began, second to last arrow shot at an opponent who could have fatally wounded her right then and there if he hadn’t stepped in, “but you could’ve gotten yourself killed or something!” she blabbered on, clear as day frustration in her tone. beneath her worried manner, she told herself that she’d have to apologize and thank the other properly for it, considering all of her arrows — excluding one still in her quiver — were either stomped in half, purposely broken, in some random guy’s ass butt, or halfway melted courtesy of her acid-spitting comrade.
sleeve is shucked under wet bottom lip to catch the excess black ooze, a grimace settling over his mouth as tongue sizzles with the aftermath. his decision was fleeting and the right thing to do --- he couldn’t owe it entirely to the adrenaline rush nor the pang of worry when the hawkess seemed to be surrounded. the opponent was one of the last of the bunch, unsuspecting, which made everything easier for zeitgeist to ready his gag reflex. though the instant deterioration wasn’t a pretty sight or scent, axel couldn’t help but carry a bit of pride in his chest.
“isn’t that in the job description ? we’re all in this together, birdie. say ‘ thank you ’ and we’ll be done with it.”
❛❛ a forbidden, drunken make-out session on the beach ended when he spewed acidic vomit, burning the girl’s face. she survived, but axel wondered if the nightmares would stop if he ever remembered the girl’s name – indie & selective axel “zeitgeist” cluney.
*takes gulp of vodka straight from the bottle* my day was fine
hercputation:
“ — please tell me this is some bad, terrible dream and that you didn’t just get an ‘eat shit and die’ tattoo. roman when have you ever wanted to get a tattoo?” letha continued on slowly, still thinking this is a dream and that he’s pretending to be a criminal. she’ll play along if it means waking up anytime soon.
sitting up slowly, she couldn’t help but stare at the mask on his face. instead of saying anything more, she reached over and poked it. “what’s this for? you look like a reject from the terminator.” letha deadpanned, mostly unamused at how dream roman looks. at any mention of this being real & not a dream, letha only laughed “sure, if you say so. but i’m confident that i’ll wake up soon.”
her gentle poke is batted away by the smack of a hand, mouth guard ripped away from around his head while greased strands stuck out in an unkempt fashion. was this girl on some heavy drugs or just severely concussed ? a sigh ripped out from axel’s lips, head placed into hands as he tried to come up with the best possible explanation. but what did he have, the coincidence that he looked exactly like the godfrey prince ?
“first of all, fuck you lisa.” a body crafted from limbs budges up on the couch, coarse palms jutting out to grab onto her forearm. with a quick twist of the flesh, a burning sensation is administered in hopes of deterring the notion of a dream. “second of all, ain’t girls supposed to dream about sunshine and rainbows ?”
astarborn:
@acidicvomit gets a starter !
arms crossed against her chest as she leaned against the entryway of the kitchen, ally didn’t dare make a sound— no, she wanted to observe the strange man’s behavior as he sat there alone at the kitchen table. she’d been a witness to this scenario too many times to count, first with her father over the years, then subsequently with her late husband. ally knew the initial recovery process was always the hardest, or as she liked to call it, the hangover from hell. it was wise not to push too hard or ask to ask too many questions, but at the same time, there was a part of ally that needed to get to the bottom of why this man had nearly almost killed himself to get her attention after one of her shows.
as charlie whined at the bottom of her feet for attention, the redheaded woman couldn’t help but break her silence with a bout of laughter, her eyes still staring straight ahead at axel even when she pushed her body forward towards the counter. “eatin’ something might help. i can make you eggs– how about that? do ya’ like eggs?”
he could hardly remember anything, only able to feel the present grime sticking to his skin and the iron maiden making a dent into his skull. the place he had been dragged to was too clean, the couch too firm for him to fully rest and get out of the cycle he’d easily slipped into. the gentle whine from the hellhound across the table startled his search for a tranquil moment, somehow hurling the vague memory of a concert across his unconscious state. vision was muddled by lashes encrusted together, rubbed away with a knuckle to settle his sight on the copper-haired figure opposite him.
“fuck, firecrotch. remind me what i’m doing here again ? i was out of sorts,” now even more so with the phantom cotton building in his mouth, “too many beers an’ i was having a good time. that’s what you want at your shows, don’t you ?” his words revealed that he carried a conscious decision to climb the venue’s fence in order to land onto ally’s limousine. “better not. gotta get something else in my system, food’s only gonna make me hurl & a pretty girl like you doesn’t wanna see that.”
so what i’m gathering is ...... axel has a bionic pen*s .....
@youngxximmortals : “Wait, your spit is acidic? Oh, I have to see this!”
axel’s brows lift with an opportunity to flaunt his mutant ability. a grin stretches the skin on his cheeks while he shucks the neon guard below his chin. “you got anythin’ you need to get rid of ?” lips pinch to swash saliva back and forth, readying the burn of his gag reflex. “it’s not my spit. it’s my...uh, upchuck.”
@hercputation : STARTER !
blunt fingertips dig into a smattering of scruff, weary eyes bolting back and forth between the rousing blonde and the empty room they were confined to. plump lips bubbled with a spout of nervousness as the mutant didn’t know how to comfort someone who had more or less fainted at his appearance. “uh huh-hey ! everyone went out for ah, something. ‘said i had to stay here until you woke up. sucks to be left in the dust y’know ---- and i , uh , won’t hurt you or anythin’ !” arms rose above his head to ensure total surrender.
@edensent : STARTER !
“you’re tryna tell me we don’t look the same ?” voice raises an octave while the cheeks of his companion are clutched and angled towards the mirror. axel hitches himself up closer, brows knitting while a green stare probes at the similarities. “look at that ... my fuckin’ doppelgänger. not as ruggedly handsome as the original though, eh ?”
❛❛ a forbidden, drunken make-out session on the beach ended when he spewed acidic vomit, burning the girl's face. she survived, but axel wondered if the nightmares would stop if he ever remembered the girl's name -- indie & selective axel “zeitgeist” cluney.
tag dump .