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@lindenslinens
gosh it’s tiring being an angel with a big heart
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Davy headed into the room holding the flashlight the front desk lady gave him before locking him and his ‘partner’ in (they also gave him a detective’s badge to wear around his neck). He swept the light over the walls and let out a low whistle. “Wow, Lindy, I don’t even know where to start.” He really didn’t. There were clues everywhere– strange scawlings on the walls, a pile of manila folders on a table, and a lockbox that Davy did not want to open. He frowned, “What do you think we should check out first?”
“Well, I do,” they say, prodding his badge, “I mean, do I have a kink for detectives? Is this a new thing I’m learning about myself?” they tease before they step back and look things over. Confidently, they approach the lock box, “I mean, we could start here. Seems only natural,” they insist as they pull a card out from under the top of the box, beginning to read it over. “Who makes it, has no need for it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it?” they read aloud, their tone questioning as they think it over.
fidelius-x:
“Definitely something that people would get,” Cressida answered, as she went to browse the different fabrics Linden had on hand. “I went as Marilyn Monroe for the costume contest, and it was a disaster. Only the no-maj borns knew who she was, the rest just thought I was putting on a dress and calling it a costume.” She sighed heavily, “Its so upsetting for an icon to go unrecognized.”
“Oh, no,” they say, their hand on their chest, “I mean, I’m a pureblood and I know her. But maybe that’s just because the fashion, you know?” they suggest with a cocked head. They frown and glance around, “Do you want a fashion wix or? I’m just not sure where to go,” they say curiously, “I mean, you could go for a straight up spook, of course.”
Linden gestures across the store, “Literally, this is a smorgasbord,” they say with a broad gesture, “What are you thinking?”
@fidelius-x
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artemis-windsor:
Artemis nodded, “I think I know what you mean, yeah.” She listened to the customer talk about their life and, for once, didn’t zone out. She always tried to pay attention, but some people were just so boring. Not the one in front of her now, though. “I’m glad we didn’t have just black like Hogwarts, but I think it’s cool that they have their house colours on their robes.”
“Oh my God,” Linden groans, though obviously with mirth, “I do think that’s cool, that you can tell what house someone is on sight, but I do have a problem with their color scheme,” they say, raising a finger as they grin, “Like, blue and bronze? Bronze isn’t even a, like, defined color. Listen, I know gold and silver have sort of made their ways into colors, but they’re not even metallic on their robes, right?” they say, speaking quickly and enthusastically, “So, it’s just a warm yellow and grey. But, whatever, that’s not the point. Bronze doesn’t even make sense. And then, and then! Hufflepuff is just yellow and black! No metal at all! It’s not consistent!” They take a moment to laugh at themselves, “I’m sorry, I get too excited about these things. But, I’m just saying, the founders needed some fashion advice. And blue and cranberry does not look cute. It could be like blue and orange or yellow, that would be a look. Blue and yellow might be a bit simple, but just,” they wave their hands, “Color theory is important when it comes to a visual medium like clothing.”
28, 29, 30.
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30. Talk about what turns you off.
“Obviously, the standard internalized homophobia, racism, anti-femme rhetoric, of course,” Linden says quickly and confidently, “Hm,” they pause thoughtfully, “I’m not super into guys who look like they don’t take care of themselves. I like a man who knows who he is and how he wants to exist in this world, you feel me?”
29: Talk about what turns you on.
“Confidence, obviously, I think that gets everyone’s attention,” they say with a nod, “And, you know, not to be cliche, but a good sense of humor, of course. I think I really love artists, obviously. I want to be with someone who gets that side of me, even if it’s not the same sort of art.” They pause and laugh, “And older men, hell yeah.”
28: Talk about your fetishes.
“Ooh, what a fucking question,” they laugh brightly, “God, well, I like to be restrained, or to restrain my partner. I’m definitely a switch, I don’t like to play only one role in life or in my bedroom. I like a bit of spanking too. I haven’t gotten into anything too serious, but I’m always interested in exploring.”
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artemis-windsor:
“Yeah,” Artemis replied awkwardly, unsure whether that was an insult or a compliment. “We also have a punch of other flavours, I’m sure we can find something you’ll definitely like. What about vanilla? Or hazelnut?” Normally, she’d just ring in the pumpkin spice latte and move onto the next customer, but it was slow today and the customer in front of her was the only other person in the store. “I kinda do, actually, yeah. When they first come out it’s exciting, but by this late in the season…” she trailed off, her meaning clear.
“It’s draining, I get it,” they say with a nod and a smile, “Vanilla sounds fine, I mean, I’m not a totally vanilla girl, but, sometimes the absence of spice is it’s own spice, right?” they laugh and shrug a shoulder. “I know, come September, I get so sick of making school robes. I don’t even get as much as some people, but, god, it gets so boring. Also, the color scheme of Ilvermony robes is so ugly. It annoyed me so much,” they groan, “I guess the Hogwarts ones are just black, which is a bit drab, but, like, far better aesthetically.”
Oh My God
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Davy came back from the bar at the monster mash and handed a drink to Linden while he took a sip of his own. “The people here are… interesting,” he told them, nodding to the side of the club that he’d just come from. “Two of them asked for your number and one thought I was your dad.” He frowned, “it was super weird.”
Linden takes a sip of their drink as they smile and lean forward, “Of course they asked for my number, were they cute?” they ask with a smirk as they turn their head, “Are you sure they said dad and not daddy?”
artemis-windsor:
“Hey, there’s no reason to be sorry,” Artemis replied with a smile. “I totally know the feeling. If you’re not used to drinking coffee, I’d suggest a flavoured latte to kinda mask the espresso taste. We have pumpkin spice right now, if you’d like to try that?” she suggested.
“Ooh, like a bitchy white girl fantasy? I feel that,” they say with a bright laugh, “I can go for that, though, I’m not that picky. I’d probably just chug it if it was awful. Still, like, very that,” they say with a soft laugh as they pull out their wallet, “Do you get sick of making those this time of year?”
“Hi, good morning, what can I get for you?” Artemis asked from behind the counter of The Witches Brew. It was still early, which meant she was still in the right headspace for dealing with customers. As the day went on, she found it harder and harder to fake interest in the quality of the customer’s days. But, for now, she actually kind of cared.
Linden considers the menu for a moment before they meet her gaze and offer a smile, “God, I haven’t slept in, like,” they scoff, “So long. Can I just have, um, all of the caffeine? I just want to be less of a zombie and I’m not, like, a big coffee drinker usually. I’m so sorry.”
fidelius-x:
Peach laughed, “I wouldn’t know about either of those things. Sequins aren’t generally my style, and corsets– frankly, they scare me. I couldn’t imagine wearing one. I don’t know how you do it. You look incredible, but like, how do you even breathe?” She shook her head, “is it a superpower? It’s got to be. Right?”
“I have a naturally small waist, I cinch it a bit tighter. It’s hard to breathe sometimes, I basically just can’t run or go up flights of stairs too fast,” they say with a shrug, “I'm trying to find a charm that might help, but, no luck so far,” they note with a soft laugh, “It’s not a super power, anyone could do it if they wanted. But, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I love that classic silhouette, and it’s really flattered by altering my body shape. Plus, the re-shaping makes my body look a bit more feminine and I dig that.”