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closed starter for @escxpiism
griffin had seen a lot of odd things at the fair so far -- a clown on stilts, a weiner dog race happening in some weird part of the grounds, and deep-fried donut bacon cheeseburgers -- but nothing was quite as unexpected as seeing alice from work on the bench like that. griffin paused in his walk, eventually and hesitantly approaching his coworker as he looked down at her, a mixture of amusement and confusion coating his features. “ ...want me to buy you a water ? ”
[ 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝚂𝙶 📩 : ] 𝑛𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑖.
NAEUN: no, i can't do that
NAEUN: i'm no lawyer, but i'd have to agree. people around here will twist your words to fit their own weird narrative
NAEUN: i'm positive, i had no plans aside from getting some takeout and going home. join me! we could have a slepover, we haven't had one in a while
NAN: please :( let me hermit :( in my safe little hermit shell :(
NAN: i'll probably be crying a lot, is that okay with you? i don't want to ruin the mood of a sleepover
allison → nan
allison: not surprising. they always make a mountain out of a mole hill.
allison: still, i feel bad that this is all being dragged out like this. i just hope that he changes his mind and let's it go so it can just become background noise
allison: it's so frustrating that they shove us all in there against our will.
nan: yeah... my co-pilot has a family and i don't want him behind bars because of this, but rolfe isn't famous for being the most reasonable person in the world
nan: it's just awful, seeing everyone just say such nasty things. and then we're still expected to be professional around them in the office? it's nearly impossible
closed starter for @ofbvtterflies (2/2)
griffin and phoenix weren’t the type of brothers who always let the other know where they were. sure, he had phoenix’s location on for emergencies as per their mom’s insistence, but he never looked at it. thus, griffin was pleasantly surprised to see that phoenix was at coney island too, in high spirits and a good mood as he walked up to him. “ hey, man, look at this shit, ” he began excitedly, holding up a bottle of pinnacle cotton-candy flavored vodka. “ i didn’t even know they made flavors like this ! but there’s a stand by the funnel cake that sells all sorts of fair-flavored drinks, and the guy let me purchase a whole bottle for half off. wanna’ try it with me ? ”
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griffin wasn’t the biggest fan of val when she wasn’t in his bed, and he generally tried to avoid her outside of the four corners of a mattress. she was rude, and ran her mouth, and griffin was too peace-love-laughter-fun-woo to ever really rock with her on a level outside of sexual. that being said, he still tapped her shoulder when he realized she was standing in front of him in the line to the ferris wheel; it’d be rude not to say anything. “ hey. you gettin’ on this thing too ? ”
closed starter for @ofbvtterflies (1/2)
griffin was finishing up a giant cone of ice cream, the sugary substance melting on his tongue as he happily wandered about the carnival. he’d already gone on all the roller coasters the fairgrounds had to offer, and he went on the drop tower three times. coming down from his adrenaline rush, he was satisfied with roaming around the space and enjoying the sunset -- nothing weird should come of that, right ? and yet he found himself suddenly stopping in place, crowds of people moving past his frozen body as he looked at the girl he swore he shouldn’t be seeing right now. “ ...soleil ? is that you ? ”
hanbintms:
˛ * 🧷 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐢 , 𝑛𝑎𝑛 . @hecrtfelt
with the sun finally lowering in the sky , hanbin was about ready to wrap up his day at coney island . he had a lot of fun — between his first ever ride on the slingshot and finessing his way into being taught how to make toffee at the candy shop on the boardwalk , hanbin has done enough for the next few days . he figures he’ll end the evening with a game or two , so he makes his way back towards the cluster of games to see which stuffed plush he would take him to duri . hanbin sets himself on whac - a - mole , figuring it couldn’t be too hard to get his hands on one of a big , stuffed doughnut hanging above his head , and queues up to see if he can get his hands on the next game . of course , in squeezing between stagnant bodies hanbin collides with another , and an apology comes tumbling out . ‘ oh shit , sorry . ’ his hands fly out to help steady the other , and a gentle smile tugs at the corners of his mouth when he realizes that it’s nan . ‘ well , look who it is . i didn’t think anyone else from work came . ’
nan hadn’t planned on taking up masters’ offer of a day-off at coney island, but miscommunication with santos landed her here. after her brief freak-out ( followed by a much needed cry behind the hall of mirrors ) nan had decided she might as well do one thing if she had bothered making the long trip to the carnival anyways. looking down at the map of the island in her hand, she was figuring out the route to the candy apple cart when someone bumped into her. “ i’m sorry, ” she said immediately out of instinct, map now crumpled slightly from the impact. she lifted her eyes to look at the tall figure she bumped into, and felt her heart leap at the sight of hanbin, felt her skin prickle at the touch of his hands. she swore, at the end of the gala, that she’d never interact with her ex again; it was for the better -- and yet here they were again. “ hi, ” she exhaled out as she blinked up at him, words caught for a moment. maybe one day she’d be table to talk to him without feeling like an idiot for the entire duration. “ yeah, ” nan found it in her to push out a sheepish chuckle, fingers toying with the edge of the map, “ i didn’t think i’d be running into anyone from work here either. especially considering the odds of how many other people are here. but... it’s nice to see you again. ”
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santos felt slightly out of his element as he held sutton in one arm, and finagled with her stroller in the other. it must’ve been a universal thing amongst all stroller companies to make these things as complicated as possible. sutton whined slightly in his arms– her eyes not knowing what festivity to focus on first. his sweet girl. after what felt like 3 embarrassing hours ( 15 long minutes too long in actuality ) sutton was strapped in and already pointing at things and waving at people. he felt like a cool dad– cool ass, complicated stroller, sleek black bookbag, but surprise it was a diaper bag filled to the brim with just about everything every single baby at the amusement park could need, his included. their first stop, the only correct stop if you asked santos, was the ice cream parlor. he place them under the shade of a “boo” umbrella as sutton said and they began their chowdown. five minutes in and his sweet girl was wearing her strawberry ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. “ do you mind– can you take a picture of us ? ” he asked the person closest to him.
usually, santos and nan were on the same page when it came to parenting and communication. they’d never really had any arguments, any tiffs because everything they decided was a mutual agreement, from what foods they’d feed sutton to the people they chose to babysit her. so imagine nan’s surprise when santos didn’t tell her he’d be taking their baby to the carnival, and nan, who had literally no plans to go to the carnival, came back from a grocery run to a baby-less house. she’d broken all the eggs she just bought from the way she dropped the paper bag in worried shock, growing agitated and scared as santos nor their babysitter picked up the phone. but nan figured out where santos was after looking at his location, and when she arrived to coney island, she thought she’d find him, and tell him their literal child was missing, and then they’d freak out together. so why was she looking at santos right now with sutton ? “ santos beau hathaway, ” nan nearly exploded, using his government name for the first time since... ever ? wow. “ what the hell are you doing ? ”
escxpiism:
@masterspost
for as kind as the day-pass offered to him was, the original plan had been to give it to his neighbor – single mother with the perfectly aged preteen for coney island. he’d gone once before – very cute, very ‘must see,’ but not necessarily worth a second visit… until they looked it up online, just to double-check, and saw that they would be missing the mermaid parade if they didn’t attend this year ! thus, standing on the boardwalk and waiting for it to begin, a small bag of kettlecorn in his arms, he caught the eye of a coworker. on an average day, he would let them be… but this was no average day. they slowly jogged up to catch them and asked the most important question: “ did you also see that the mermaid parade is today ? ”
nan’s phone was dead, a direct product of draining her battery through constant phone calls and tear-streaked texts to allison, naeun, and soraya. she’d been avoiding the groupchat so much that it hadn’t been a contributor to her now dead phone, but she couldn’t help but wonder, as she stood uncomfortably on the boardwalk while her phone struggled to charge in a nearby port, what people were saying about her. God, as soon as she had power again, she was going to call a lyft and go home and maybe cry for the entire time it takes to complete an i love lucy rewatch. she looked up when she heard a voice, form tensing up as she recognized this person to be a coworker. “ i don’t even see how that would work, ” nan murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looking away. “ how would mermaids participate in a parade ? ”
allison → nan
allison: thank you for telling me. I was sure it was an accident anyway, but i'm grateful you were willing to share.
allison: I really hope he doesn't go through with the trial, it all seems to dramatic and theatrical for an accident.
allison: I do genuinely hope that this works out for the best, neither of you deserve to live with this. especially now that everyone thinks it's their business.
nan: it sounds nastier with the way the gossip blog worded it, but it really truly was just an accident
nan: we hadn't been expecting him to press charges, but i guess i could understand where rolfe was coming from. all of the people i fly are putting their lives in my hands for however many hours i'm in the air for, and i suppose rolfe thought my co-pilot had it out for him this time
nan: i wish i could just leave the chat. it's not fun seeing what everyone has to say and comment
[ 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝚂𝙶 📩 : ] 𝑛𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑖.
NAEUN: okay i can't let you become a hermit
NAEUN: i won't say not to worry about it, but we know how that chat is. someone's always waiting around to make someone seem like the worst of the worst.
NAEUN: we could get out of here? go back to my place and hide out for the weekend? i can get rosé delivered
NAN: let me become a hermit :(
NAN: i feel like there's not even a point in explaining myself because of how the people in this office are...
NAN: that sounds lovely but are you sure? i don't want to bother you
[ 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝚂𝙶 📩 : ] 𝑛𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑖.
𝐍𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐍: hey, are you okay?
𝐍𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐍: totally fair if you don't want to talk right now, i get that.
𝐍𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐍: but i'm here if you want to.
NAN: i just want to curl up in a ball and never leave my house for at least a year
NAN: no one was supposed to know about this and now /everyone/ does
allison → nan
allison: they're just being mean for the sake of being mean. you don't owe a single person in that chat an explanation.
allison: just know, that i have your back. you're my friend, and i couldn't care less about what happened. i know you're a good person, and that's what matters.
allison: do you need me to bring you anything? food or water?
nan: since you're my friend, i'll allow you the details
nan: it truly was an accident. i've flown thousands of times in a thousand different planes and jets. i just forgot one time to check the engines
nan: /one time/ and now here i am, off the hook with this constantly hanging over my head and a co-pilot who's facing charges because of me
nan: i've been talking to him, though. we don't think rofle is actually going to go through with trial, but if he does... then i can only hope my co-pilot is spared
nan: no, but thank you. you're too kind
allison → nan
allison: hey, I'm so sorry you're dealing with this.
allison: if there's anything i can do, please let me know.
nan: thank you
nan: i'm so distraught currently
nan: i'd been hoping no one would ever know about this. i was going to ask the court to keep the records private if this ever went to trial
nan: but now everyone knows and i feel like explaining myself will do absolutely nothing
Dylan O'Brien at the NerdHQ during Comic-Con 2013
eastisms:
east absolutely wasn’t doing his ( prospective ) job, but he was still having fun … in his brain. he giggled to himself before attempting to capture the attention of the first person he saw. “ hello! ” his british accent piped happily from behind the reception desk, chin in the palm of his lightly tattooed hand, “ how are you? also … can i share an idea? ” the man grinned, excited to share his, in his mind, phenomenal idea.
griffin had only come down to the lobby to pick up a package left for him there, but he wasn’t mad that his simple task was intercepted by conversation with east. “ hey, west, ” he greeted warmly, leaning comfortably against the wood of the receptionists’ desk. he pursed his lips at the question. “ your ideas scare me sometimes, but sure, hit me. ”