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@dencuement
someone please watch The Prom with me tonight
you’ve heard of mom friends now get ready for: Anti-mom friend. they suggest every single impulsive thought that runs thru their head like “hey what if you jumped in that pond in the middle of the night” to the group while the mom friend begs them to stop
ya girl is 25
i know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind. ( template. )
so, she’s sitting on top of an old bus station practically falling apart at the seams while the sun is only barely rising. as far as snippets out of lonnie’s life go, this one seems like both one of the more random and yet inconspicuous ones. for a change, this wasn’t purposeful parkour. in reality, she had come here for a little bit of... creative freedom. that and sending a literal message. however, she’d only gotten halfway through her masterpiece before approaching footsteps had made her look for a quick escape plan. last time she got busted for spraying somewhere, they told her they’d put her in jail for a day or two and lonnie loved her freedom way too much for that.
they say the only way is up, right? hence, why she and her spray bottles are now chilling on that bus station. careful investigation over the edge of her hiding spot have told her that it’s not the cops who’ve intruded on her night-time ( or, at this point, early morning ) activities. and after watching the unfamiliar woman tack posters to the crumbling walls of the bus station for a minute, lonnie can’t keep her mouth shut anymore and casually slips more towards the edge of the building, crossing her legs. “y’know, it’s technically illegal to put these up here without a permit.” // @tovska
baugenius:
* @dencuement : / / plotted.
it’s a small room. it’s a small hotel, too, a small hotel with not enough rooms in a small town being ripped apart at the seams, and really, he’s not sure how this happened except this time garcia’s not here and morgan’s protests had fallen on deaf ears and now the two of them are here. gazing out over a tiny room, go - bags in hand. he drops his on the table crammed in a corner, looks at the queen - sized bed stuffed in the middle. unimpressed.
( and maybe there’s a flutter in his chest, the kind he can’t identify, the kind that makes his heart pound a little bit harder, but if there is it’s buried down deep and locked away and covered up under layers of doubt held on to for so long it’s hard to move around. )
“ there’s, ah —– there’s no couch, “ he comments, because they’ve been bickering for the past twenty minutes about who gets to sleep where and whatever resolution they’d come to has just been thrown out the window in one fell swoop. it’s late and they’re tired, all of them are tired, it’s been a long case and they’ve been working nonstop and the unsub’s still out there and it had taken hotch’s insistence just for them to call it a night.
and now there’s no couch. he lets out a breath. stubborn, and only half kidding ——— “ i’m not sleeping on the floor, morgan. “
he doesn’t like to complain. really, derek considers himself a fairly easy to please person when it comes to accommodations while on a case. worst case scenario, he’ll make do with a chair. but he supposes when you get told you get a room, you sort of assume it comes with a bed. or at least some sort of furniture piece to sleep on for every person supposed to stay in said room. but as he stands beside reid and glances out across the closet of a room, he comes to realize that this, clearly, is not always the case.
derek sighs, takes a step forward ( because really that’s all it takes to cross half the room in this place ) and drops his won bag onto the foot of the bed. he’s admittedly tired, especially now that he’s given into the idea of taking a break and although new revelations could probably wake him up enough to go back to work -- he does want to make the most of whatever few hours of rest they may get. and sure, this isn’t ideal but derek does realize kicking up a fuss about the sleeping situation when there’s a serial killer on the loose would be more than a little over-dramatic.
so he shoots reid a quick look, then focuses on unzipping his bag and finding some suitable sleepwear. ❝ don’t snore and you won’t have to. ❞
ok that cast for RENT Live is fuckin wild but i am here for every last one of them
jenn colella, everyone
im bored & wanna stream something..... who wants to do The Thing with me?
vanessa & whizzer tag drops !!
moritz & rafael tag drops !!
martha & mendel tag drops!!
lincoln & lonnie tag drops !!
tahani & kala tag drops !!
ivy & jase tag drops !!
derek & hernando tag drops !!