2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
@theartofmadeline
Jules of Nature
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cherry valley forever
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
noise dept.
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@hamcitycurtis
Bertie: "I don't know why everyone is so scared of you, Jeeves. No one has ever treated me as kindly as you do."
Jeeves, speachless: "That's.. Actually rather depressing, sir.. I do hope you understand that I now am legally required to keep you."
Trying to add some flair to a few books... Starting with Prince Lestat (added a cutout of a drawing I did based on an image I found on Pinterest of Lestat).
Just finished the finale of Good Omens and my God! I was expecting a sad ending but man, I don't care what anyone else says, this was such a good ending that I actually was not expecting, but rather wholesome. (Ineffable husbands post-finale is the absolute dream and goal 20-40 years from now).
Aaaand a sketch of Crowley
Messed up on the hair, got tired at the jacket, but I'd like to believe that I at least did the face some justice.
A llittle Aziraphale sketch
Not eexactly my best work, haven't tried my hand at realism for a few months now, but worth the new GO season coming out, figured it was about time :D
(Crowley coming next)
thoughts.
How mmuch longer until we get our peace?
How much longer until we can lay down to sleep?
Will we get the chance again
To close our eyes in peace, again.
When we dream of tomorrow,
Is tomorrow really coming?
How many of us will see it happen,
How many of us will be too afraid to wake up?
How much longer until we get our peace?
How much longer until we can lay down to sleep?
Will we get the chance again
To close our eyes in peace, again?
I'm sorry. I didn't forget you. I didn't forget either of you.
I haven't cried since January. It doesn't feel that long. How have I lasted?
I haven't thought of you in so long. How did that happen? Why aren't you there?
But now I remember you again, yet I still do not cry. Am I desensitised to your death?
No. No, I am not. It is still hard, but time has passed. Now I can think of you and smile.
I'm sorry I almost forgot you.
I tthought I saw your face today,
Staring in to my eyes.
Her face was identical to yours,
Her features all the same.
She could have been your twin.
She could have been you.
I had to stop myself,
Stop from calling out your name.
Had to prevent myself,
Prevent causing a scene.
And all of this took place in a sad,
Musty, old restaurant.
Classes so excruciating that I'm yearning for MATH
your government sucks
my government takes tax dollars and makes a show with a gay, autistic, Jewish man and gives him the most amount of lovers and side quests (and worst posture) that I've ever seen throughout the entirety of the show and he wasn't even here since the beginning of it.
Poem for R.
In a quiet classroom on a dark, cold morning,
You stood out among the rest.
Against all the odds, you chose me.
Out of all the beautiful people, you chose me.
'Cause I was sat all alone, you explained,
You sat beside me.
The heaviness of math was no longer a worry
Since you were by my side.
You stuck to me, thick in thin,
Against everything.
We laughed, we cried, we shared secrets,
And all was good.
All was alright, and we were safe.
To see you again, breathing and alive,
That is my true wish.
To hear your laughter and hold you tight,
Well, that's what I'd really like.
Lee C., September 29th, 2025.
posts for people who hate freud
1970s magazines really had the ‘double page spread of photos where Starsky and Hutch are about to kiss’ thing down to a fine art
The Farmer and Mechanic, Raleigh, North Carolina, October 1, 1912
House: I'm the smartest, wisest person in this group.
Wilson: Is your hand stuck in a vending machine?
House: I paid for my Mars bar, I'm getting my Mars bar.
love that mm has to have one terrence meyers episode per season it's like wake up babe time for your scheduled "canada is the best and americans specifically are the meanest dumbest scum you will ever meet" episode
