Misplaced Lens Cap
h
we're not kids anymore.
taylor price
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Not today Justin
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
will byers stan first human second
dirt enthusiast
Love Begins
@theartofmadeline
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Origami Around
pixel skylines
Claire Keane
No title available
RMH
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
★
$LAYYYTER
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Israel
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
seen from Japan
seen from Canada
seen from United States
@emmarcos-blog
leo-rushworth:
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, hottest chica is Callista Lopez and hottest dude is Felix Matua, but don’t tell him that or he’ll get a bigger ego. But they’re both nice people as well.”
“I’ll have to keep an eye out for this Felix, but I believe I’ve meet Callie, and I agree, she is muy hermosa. Have to say, you’re not too bad yourself, amigo.
jinyurae:
marcos.
The wink elicits a BASHFUL giggle from her, and she almost stops snapping photo after photo just to personally admire him. For a moment, her smile falters at the question, but she hides it by pretending to look for an even better angle through her camera. “Thanks, it’s… um, it’s from my father.”
Marcos notices the momentary falter from the girl, but he doesn’t dwell on it. It makes sense that there would be people at Plath that have bad memories. Hell, even he has stuff he doesn’t like talking about. “Well, I hope the lens doesn’t break from my beauty.” He said with a grin.
lydiaasher:
marcos.
Lydia was glad when he backed off – not everyone was so polite, especially not in a place like Plath where murderers were more common than football players. “ Thank y-you. That’s v-very nice of you t-to say, ” she stammered out with a genuine smile, giving him a laugh. “ Lydia. A-And you a-are? ”
Marcos smiled charmingly. “It’s true.” He said, folding his arms across his chest. The sweat was starting to dry and it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He said with a nod and then flourished into an over exaggerated bow. “My name is...” He hesitated, wanting to say his real name but there was also the part of his head that knew that wouldn’t be smart. “Marcos. But you can call me...anytime.” He said with a wink and a chuckle, unable to resist.
jinyurae:
marcos.
Rebecca looks up from the view finder, an ENTHUSIASTIC smile on her lips. Alas, it makes her heart well up in JOY whenever someone willing to have their photograph taken comes along. “Yes! Certainly splendid, just keep doing that.”
Marcos winked, turning his head this way and that, running a hand through his hair as he did so. He smiled at the girl. “That’s a nice camera. Where’d you get it?” He asked.
🐣
“Papa! There was a man, and he came out of nowhere! He tried to grab me, but I screamed really loud and bit him, like you taught me!”
The young boy’s voice held a note of pride, despite the serious topic of the conversation. He had a black telephone receiver mushed up against his ear, eager to hear the reply from the other line. A stern looking man stood against the wall, dark sunglasses covering his eyes and his arms crossed. The boy paid him no attention as he waited.
“Good job, Emmanuel. I’m happy you remembered your lessons. But you can’t go running off like that again, okay? Julian is there to protect you, because there are people out there that want to hurt you because of who you are. Do you understand?”
Emmanuel nodded his head, even though his father couldn’t see him, and glanced at the man standing in the motel room. He had been shocked when they’d driven to the rundown building, with the receptionist who looked half asleep and the paint peeling on the walls. He could have sworn he saw a rat scurry away when they got to their room as well. Definitely not up to the standards he was used to.
“Yes, I understand, Papa. I’ll see you soon, right? When are you coming back?”
He asked, trying not to let a whine creep into his voice, but it was really difficult and he didn’t succeed. A sigh came from the phone and the ten year old bit his lip, regretting his question. He knew his father was a very busy man, and he already had to change his schedule so that he could spend time with his son.
“Manny, my boy, you know I have a lot of meetings this week. I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay? Stay close to Julian and be a good boy. I love you.”
Emmanuel sighed and nodded again, muttering a goodbye and an ‘I love you’ back to his father. He hung up the phone, a pout on his face as he slumped on the ratty, lumpy bed. He turned his attention to Julian, the only source of entertainment, for it seemed like the television in the room had been stolen.
“Julian, Papa will be home soon, right? At least for my birthday?”
He asked quietly and the bodyguard shifted in his spot. A hand raised and lifted the sunglasses off the man’s face, revealing kind brown eyes that looked down at the boy knowingly.
“Yes, young sir. He wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know that. Just listen to your father, okay? Don’t run off like that again, or something really bad could happen.”
He said in a deep voice and Emmanuel nodded slowly, staring down at his lap for a moment before a grin spread across his face and he hopped a little in place on the bed, ignoring the loud squeaking from the springs.
“Do you think Papa will get me that dirt bike I asked for? That’d be so cool!”
The young boy continued talking about all the things he could do with the dirt bike if he got it, and what color he wanted it to be, and the flames he wanted to have on it. The bodyguard just shook his head with a small smile on his face and lowered the sunglasses back over his eyes. After the debacle with the almost kidnapper today, he wasn’t going to be taking his eyes off the young Almodvar for a second.
Send "🐣" to meet my muse as a child.
For child muses: Send “🐣+Reverse” to meet my muse as an adult.
@illcgitimcte @ofblccdlcst @ofporcelaiin @fcrgcttvn
lydiaasher:
marcos.
Lydia was more than a little surprised that the truth about Gabriel wasn’t enough to scared him off; she wondered if he was moderately suicidal, overly confident or just didn’t believe her. All were possible, frankly, especially in a place like Plath. “I-I’m sure you’re a-a very nice p-person, but I’m not…that’s n-not something I-I’d do. I’m n-not like that.” Cheating or flirting – both were mostly out of her range of abilities. “N-Nothing personal. You’re v-very handsome and y-you seem nice but, um, y-yeah.”
Marcos got the message and backed away, hands in the air. “Gotcha.” He said, He could respect a ‘no’, at least. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts, not feeling weird about being shirtless. “May I say, your boy is a lucky guy. Tú eres muy bonita. Very beautiful.” He said with a smile. “Can I ask the pretty lady her name?” He asked.
♦ (lydia)
Innocent- “Chica, you look like one bad word will send you spiraling.”
lydiaasher:
marcos.
It wasn’t really a situation that she was familiar with, nor one that she knew how to deal with – covered in pink and perpetually stammering, she tended to think of herself as cute like a rabbit more than anything else. “I d-don’t know what p-pendejo means,” Lydia admitted, pointedly trying to look everywhere but at the boy. “B-But he’s very h-handsome and f-fantastic and I’m v-very happy with him. And h-he’s a-also a serial killer k-known for killing cheaters, s-s-so that’s, um, so maybe this i-isn’t a conversation y-you want to have.”
Marcos tried his hardest not to look surprised when she talked about her boyfriend. He should have been expecting it, after all the stuff his dad had told him about Plath, but still, it was a little alarming. Most people would back off at this moment, but Marcos isn’t most people. He could still take him...maybe. “Well, that’s great for him, but where is he now? Not here, and I could make you happy too.” If she said no, he would back off, he wasn’t that kind of person.
“So, real talk, hottest chica here? Or guy, I don’t judge.”
@leo-rushworth
riverariley:
marcos.
Eyebrows crease, and eyes dart around in CONFUSION. “Uhh, m-me??” Yeah, duh. There’s no one else around. Unless he’s CRAZY and is asking himself. “I-i-it uh, it l-looks nice, I–uh, I guess.”
Marcos chuckled at the surprised expression the girl gave him. If this was how all the girls here were, he was going to love Plath. “Yes, you.” He clarified with a warm smile, then patted his head gently. “I know. Just wanted to hear someone else say it.” He grinned at her. “Your’s is pretty nice as well.” Hey, he could give compliments.
“Hey, no, espere, espere, you’re on my bad side. Take a picture of my good side...just kidding, they’re all my good sides!”
@jinyurae
lydiaasher:
marcos.
“What?” Lydia blinked a few times, attention brought away from her thoughts and to the boy that happened to be in front of her. “O-Oh, I’m n-not…” She stammered out awkwardly, cheeks heating up as she realized what he was saying. “You w-were just in f-front of me. I’m n-not…it’s n-not like that. I-I have a b-boyfriend.”
Marcos watched as the girl stammer for a while, a small smirk on his face. He knew that he looked good; he worked to make sure he looked good. And this girl was pretty cute, if you liked that cute innocent thing. Which, Marcos did. A boyfriend? He could deal with that later. “Mmhm. Sure. Does your boyfriend look like this?” He asked, flexing his muscles.
“How’s my hair look?”
@riverariley
Marcos pretended to be on the phone. “Hola? Alright, I’ll let her know.” He hung up and looked at the girl. “Yeah, that was 1986, they want their hair back.” He said with a laugh.
@wasakowski
“...Veintinueve, treinta.” An out of breath Marcos finished his pull ups and finally noticed the eyes watching him. He huffed out a laugh as he wiped his face with a towel. “Ay, mami! Take a picture if you want, for later.” He threw at the girl.
@lydiaasher
