Sweet Seals For You, Always
Claire Keane
Keni
Monterey Bay Aquarium
almost home
macklin celebrini has autism

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Cosimo Galluzzi

Kiana Khansmith
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Doug Jones
KIROKAZE
One Nice Bug Per Day
taylor price
Fai_Ryy
official daine visual archive
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@grantairesbottle
because your soul feels like home
thank you @karadenizin for the inspiration
dost thou yield?
yeah so that's about all we know about that historical event [shaking, bulging eyes, clenched fists, blood is running down my palms] anyway, we'll never know anything more, probably, which is fine
fuck it friday
thanks @betanoiz
oil and fire ch 2 business below. i have other things i said i'd write first but muse has been beckoning elsewhere
Her friend eventually gave up with a frown and took up her cloth to clean again.
“This is mean,” Kate complained in a murmur as she sprayed the glass. “You knew every inch of mine and Anthony’s business.”
“That wasn’t exactly by choice,” Sophie reminded her, and Kate at least had enough shame to look a tiny bit sheepish. “There’s nothing to tell, Kate, that’s why. He must have been here to see family or friends for Christmas or something, but he doesn’t live here. It was entirely random that we ran into one another. We’ll probably not see each other again.”
Sophie comforted herself that none of that was a lie, exactly. Benedict Bridgerton didn’t live here, most of the year - he was back in town to see family for Christmas - it was the strangest kind of circumstantial chance that the man she’d had the dreamiest one night stand with a year earlier had ended up related to her best friend’s boyfriend.
And no matter what he had implied after he’d left her flat in the early morning, they probably weren’t going to see each other again.
Right?
Sophie’s finger tapped again at her phone screen without her permission; it lit up with nothing but the time, telling her that there were six hours left of the year.
tagging @ anyone really, share your wips
you can honestly be having the worst day of your life, open tumblr and there's your long time mutual who has recently gotten really into toy story yaoi just posting away
don’t focus on your responsibilities you need to make gay shit for a dying fandom
BUT NOT WITH AI
Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.
Lead the way
I just started watching Black Sails and I think it’s so funny how literally every other character creates like three separate layers of scheming and manipulation to solve their problems whereas Vane IMMEDIATELY resorts to extreme interpersonal violence
last three sentences
rules: in a new post, show the last three lines you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as you feel like.
tagged by @betanoiz
this is for a fic for a challenge that is coming together rather slowly...
“What do you mean?” Anthony asked. “Do you have a tab? Or Simon?” “Granny’s paying for everything tonight,” he replied, and his expression darkened. “As a gift. So don’t take the piss.”
tagging @tinacentury @nudebabitz @personalmephistopheles
HEATED RIVALRY (2025)
What do you think I'm doing, hunting boar? I came to save your noble arse!
recommending black sails to heated rivalry fans because I don’t give a fuck anymore. ‘what do they even have in common ?’ nothing. nothing at all. i am trying to hurt you.
Me coming onto tumblr dot com ready to make another post nobody cares about