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finn wolfhard is the kinda guy to ask "is anyone gonna play the repressed gay kid?" and not wait for an answer
Leftism teaches you that the most annoying people in the world can have the exact same opinions as you. And they'll still get on your nerves
Other leftists will say some shit you fundamentally agree with but phrased in a way designed in a lab specifically to piss you off. Like you're right but shut the fuck up
This is why we never win elections.
But also, it is easier to not piss of your peers when all of you actually stand for nothing, so the right has a definite advantage.
True! The most rightwing infighting I've seen is, like, "this guy isn't racist enough" but leftists... oh my god. Yknow this feels like performance art the way I have a little devil on my shoulder right now whispering in my ear telling me to argue with you about elections
you forgot the best one
anyway stream montero
caramel layer cake with vanilla bean german buttercream
Albert Anker (detail)
i love to use my pedestrian right of way... youre not going lol
proud husband // dean x ketch // M; dark //Â 2,8k // AO3
warnings: torture //Â written for @spndarkbingo square âdetective auâ
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As he finally pulls up to the driveway, Dean dreams of nothing more than to slide under warm covers next to his husband and not wake up until his alarm goes off in the morning. But thatâs not happeningânot with the tons of papers heâs still got to go through. Contracts, tax statements, even freakinâ phone bills. Itâs the most tedious and annoying kind of work and itâs definitely not what Dean became a consulting detective for.
Thatâs what happens when the only eye witness of the so-called accident has a little too much loyalty for the perp and wonât let a peep out of his mouth. So Dean has to find somethingâanythingâthat will make him talk despite whatever feelings or arrangement they have going on. Even if it takes staying up night after night and ruining his eyesight with miles of tiny print.
Deanâs not terribly worried about the results. CEO snakes like Brady couldnât functionâlet alone hoard as muchâwithout a few skeletons in their closets. The only concern is time. The âdonât leave the cityâ wonât keep Lucifer Shurley grounded forever. And once heâs gone, with his resources, thereâs no catching him.
And thatâs another unsolved case, another family never seeing justice, only grief.
âI thought youâd be home later,â Dean hears as soon as he enters the living room.
He finds Ketch sitting in his armchair, a glass of scotch in his hand, like heâs been there all day. And heâs telling Dean heâs home too soon, at ten freakinâ pm?
Dean scoffs. âI missed you too,â he says pointedly, lifting his bag full of papers. âI brought work home to spend more time with you, Arthur.â
Ketch rolls his eyes, setting the glass on the table. Right next to a newspaper that looks suspiciously like a prelude to an anonymous threat. Or a preschoolerâs homework. One look at his own face on the picture in the carefully cut out article on top tells Dean everythingâKetch is a freakinâ sap who collects all of Deanâs wins.
âYou know thatâs not what I meant,â Ketch says, reaching forward to take the bag out of his hand. He drops it on the floor, before taking Deanâs hand and bringing him closer. âIâm glad youâre home.â His strong grip moves to Deanâs thighs, long fingers grazing Deanâs ass, pulling him down. âI missed you a ton,â Ketch coos, as the armchair squeaks under their joint weight.
With his knees on both sides of Ketch, Dean leans down to kiss that stupid faux-deadly-serious pout off his face.
âThatâs more like it.â
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Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed
(sic) is such a petty annotation. the shade
thinking that mr. brightside, a usamerican song by a usamerican band which is one of the most popular songs of the last 30 years, is something that is only popular among brits is funny enough on its own but to say sweet caroline, a song by usamerican icon neil diamond about *caroline kennedy* which is a mainstay of boston sports specifically and usamerican events across the country generally, is also a song only brits know is just hysterical youâll have to drag me off the internet by my fucking toenails i love it here
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The only true reason Louis and Lestat weren't a couple in Interview With The Vampire (1994) is because Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt both radiated bottom energy in this essay I will-
Diabolical. This vampire just invented baby trapping.
It's so him.
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