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how is “””pretty boy””” supposed to be an insult i’m the prettiest goddamn boy in town

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People should do more “meet ugly” and less “meet cute”. For example.
“I broke your nose at a mosh pit” AU
“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” AU
“You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’” AU
“You punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend” AU
“You laughed in a restaurant but you have an ugly laugh and I thought you were choking, so I spent the last three minutes awkwardly humping you while performing the Heimlich maneuver” AU
“We met each other on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame” AU
“I get really sick on roller-coasters and you had the misfortune of sitting in front of me so, uh… sorry…” AU
“You’re the bastard who keeps parking right in front of my house so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught me” AU
“I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I’m going to stuff it down your throat” AU
“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” AU
“My new dealer has friended me on Facebook and I’m unsure of how to react to that” AU
“You saw me reading the same book you did and we got into a heated discussion on how much it sucks” AU
“This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying” AU
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their thoughts differ on the idea of riding the back of a whale as an alternative to the inside of one. she knows she would rather have the wind in her hair, the sea spray on her lips and the ability to see sails or land on the horizon. stuck inside in the dark is no way to live, it poses a much higher risk than exposure she thinks. but she’s fallen in love with the open ocean and he…hasn’t. he seems to prefer life on solid ground. inej can respect that. but she’s always been more comfortable anywhere but. the air and the water seem to belong to her as the earth does to him.
he is stone, immutable and stubborn. she is water, flexible and soft. but strong. water, given enough time, can wear stone down until it crumbles. the same cannot be said for a stone. it can displace water, push it aside, but it doesn’t alter the water itself. in the end, it’s better to be adaptable. it’s a good thing she’s good at that. he is very good at adapting in certain situations, she’ll admit, their plans always seem to go awry and they all adapt well, but it’s not really the same.
she forces herself not to react when he speaks, about them both being stuck inside a whale together. it mirrors the situation at hand. and he immediately delves into discussing provisions. she sighs. he said something remotely human and immediately had to jump to cover it up. she’s not chasing him around for scraps of affection, though. she’s not taking that bait. she nods, pushes herself to her feet in one graceful movement. “ we need something to put water in, in case the water stops, or becomes contaminated in some way. ”
Oh, he absolutely prefers solid ground. That’s definitely not a secret. He doesn’t exactly advertise his distaste for floating untethered across something as tenuous and unforgiving as water, but as far as he’s concerned, it’s a perfectly sane standpoint, and one that he’s perfectly happy to have. She’s not like that, though, never has been, from the high-wire to the ocean, to the nights spent dancing across Ketterdam’s rooftops in leaps and bounds. They live in different worlds, connected by buildings and ports.
Kaz watches as Inej gets up. Nods. It’s sound thinking. “There’s a bucket.” He makes to get up too, feels-- untethered on the floor by himself. Another sharp twinge in his knee has him rethinking that decision, however, and he ultimately concludes that perhaps he’d be better suited to the role of supervision in this instance. “By the door.”
Strangely enough, he feels the need to clarify that it is not, in fact, a pisspot, “For leaks. In the roof.” It hasn’t been required in some time, but he hadn’t yet seen fit to dispose of it, and just as well. Handy, that.
K A Z B R E K K E R — “I would have come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”

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concept: jack and bitty get a dog and bitty makes said dog an instagram and posts pics of jack and their dog. the dog has more followers than either of them.
[ GAZE ] : your muse watches my muse from across a crowded room. (ok hear me out. jack zimmermann watching the goose from the untitled goose game from across a crowded room. why jack? because he's the only one on samwell campus that the geese don't bite and snap at when he gets down to their level and feeds them and takes their picture. why the goose? gotta.)
The goose stares back at him.
HONQUE, it says. It sounds like the punchline to a joke it hasn't made.
[ TEXT ] : your muse texts intimate content to my muse. (miranda texting pictures of lingerie options to the groupchat of her, james, and thomas, ft. 'help me decide?')
Captain Crunch / Today at 5:40pm 👀 The black lace suits you. But then, they all do.
🍆 his lordship's cock?? 🍆 / Today at 5:41pm james stop being a bottom for two minutes and have an OPINION man OBVIOUSLY the best choice here is the third one
"I met the Lieutenant Sir Hugh Armitage today, dear husband," says Miranda, to her husband, as they sit by the fire in their cosy Cornwall home-away-from-home. She wiggles her toes in his lap. "I think I'll keep him."
He'd been gazing into the fire before, lost in thought and in the slow motion of rubbing Miranda's feet in his lap, but his attention is caught as though on a fish-hook. Thomas smiles just slightly, fondness for his wife rushing through him as inexorably as the tide.
She is terrible when it comes to young men with their souls on their sleeves. He loves her for it.
"The poet? Will he be content to be kept, do you think, by a married woman?" He's only teasing--goodness knows he's yet to meet a man who wouldn't overlook Miranda's marital status in a heartbeat for even a chance--but he is always curious about the men MIranda finds. They range from utterly dazzling to bafflingly dull--though perhaps he isn't looking hard enough at the latter ones.
"I believe Dr Choake's more 'traditional' methods to be crude and ineffective, ma'am, employed less as a means to heal a patient than to line his pockets," says Enys evenly as he examines Mrs Hamilton, his ear to her chest as he listens to the slow pull of her lungs. His touch is purely clinical, but it lacks the brusque iciness that so many physics employ when touching a woman, as if the very act of doing so were inappropriate even in a medical capacity. When he straightens, he seems perfectly comfortable, and meets her eyes with the same easy affability he'd had upon first entering the room. "I believe your affliction to be a mild one; the pains in your chest and ribs are from coughing, not the illness itself. No leeches required," he smiles. "Just rest, and plenty of fluids. Honey, if you have it."
( @paradisecost // random shit: always accepting )
Miranda is thrilled, to say the least, at Dr. Enys' demeanour as a physician ( though she's willing to concede that it's in no small part due to his physical similarities to Thomas. she really must have them meet at some point ). He's unorthodox. She likes that.
"No leeches?" she asks, out of at least semi-partial curiosity, and also out of airing her thoughts on the matter. "And honey? How unorthodox. Though it makes sense, I suppose. Ancient Greeks made frequent use of honey to treat all manners of ailments for centuries. Very well, Dr. Enys, I shall take your Grecian prescription as all the more excuse to take honey in my tea."
And if she Vastly Overpays the good doctor ( those not in their chosen professions for the money tend to make less money, after all ), then so be it.

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sexual tension prompts
loving reminder that "my muse" is the person reblogging the meme and "your muse" is your muse! if you want to reverse these, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they're designed for all muses, regardless of whether they've interacted before or not!
[ PIN ] : your muse pins my muse against a wall.
[ HANDS ] : our muses' hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)
[ GAZE ] : your muse watches my muse from across a crowded room.
[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide my muse, your muse presses a hand against the small of their back.
[ INVITE ] : your muse asks mine into a private room with nobody else present.
[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.
[ LICK ] : your muse licks something from their thumb or lips in front of my muse.
[ SLEEVES ] : your muse rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.
[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with my muse, your muse can't resist a smirk.
[ NECKLACE ] : your muse fastens a necklace around my muse's neck.
[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to your muse stepping intimately closer to my muse.
[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, your muse unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.
[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.
[ DEFEND ] : your muse intervenes between my muse and a source of unwanted attention.
[ TEXT ] : your muse texts intimate content to my muse.
[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with my muse, your muse flirts teasingly during the call.
[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, your muse arrives close to my mind from behind, taking them by surprise.
[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.
[ LEAN ] : your muse leans tantalisingly close to my muse to retrieve something or catch their attention.
[ LOOK ] : your muse initiates intense eye contact with my muse.
[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.
[ ASK ] : your muse asks my muse if they're single.
[ WHISPER ] : your muse leans close to my muse's ear in order to whisper something to them.
[ BRUSH ] : your muse reaches forward to brush a strand of my muse's hair from their eyes.
[ STEADY ] : your muse steadies my muse by placing their hands on their waist when my muse almost falls against them.
[ SMILE ] : your muse begins to grin at something my muse is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.
[ PULL ] : your muse pulls my muse into their side as they're walking together.
:) (threateningly)
Samwell Men’s Hockey Roster → Jack Zimmermann, #1
Me and Bitty kissed. It might be on TV. Actually. Who cares.
uquiz link: what is your hate language quiz done for: tim
Words of Malice
Harassment, Verbal Violence, Jeering, whatever you wanna call it, words can hurt, and you know it. Like Physical Violence, Verbal Violence is a very common hate language, but a strong one. You’re most likely to cyber bully, write hate letters, or make a phone call just to tell someone how much you hate them. When you think something, you’re not afraid to say it. Your crime of choice would be somewhere along the lines of threatening or harassment, but whatever crime you commit would probably be punished with a restraining order at most though. As a wise man once said, “fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you f
uquiz link: what is your hate language quiz done for: kaz
Stealing
You ever had your car or apartment broken into and your most valuable or loved possessions just taken away from you? Let’s be honest, most people steal because they simply need to to survive, maybe some out of greed, but you do it out of pure malice. You take the last of your roommate’s ice cream, you steal your siblings favorite stuffed animal, you steal your classmate’s pencil box, if you steal money from someone you genuinely think that person deserved it. Your crimes can range from shoplifting to grand theft, and you fucking hate billionaires. The best things to steal aren’t money though, it’s things that people love or can’t live without. Many don’t know of this hate language, but if you’ve ever had the impulse to steal your enemy’s last soda, you now know why.

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Connor is briefly distracted by Mike’s missing fingers, but it’s only for a second, because then the cat meows plaintively, as if in complaint to the mere concept of Connor waiting in the reception area.
“I’m staying,” Connor says, more in response to her than it is to Mike, and goes to wash his hands as quickly and thoroughly as he can manage. It occurs to him that he should thank the vet, or something. Manners, right. He glances at the man’s name-tag again.
“Uh, thanks. Mike. For this.” A bit awkward, his voice the monotone it usually is, but at least he tried. And they have more important things to worry about than how his voice sounds.
Connor goes to stand closer to the cat, chews anxiously on his bottom lip as he gently lets his fingers brush over her soft little head. He needs her to be okay. And he knows Mike will do his best but-
Wait. Mike the vet. Mike the vet? No.
“Do you have a dog?” he blurts abruptly, the sheer shock of the possible coincidence overtaking the worry for a moment. The cat makes a snuffling sound, as if annoyed by the mention of dog in this clearly cat-important space.
Mike nods in response to the cat-bringer’s assertion that he is, in fact, staying. Good. That makes things easier.
“-- Don’t worry about it,” is his murmured response to the thanks, followed up with, “Just doing my job.” That isn’t to say that he doesn’t care, of course, as he syringes the water against the kitten’s wound, cleaning it as gently as he can with quiet hushes and clucks of comfort.
Do you have a dog?
Mike blinks. Sets the syringe aside in favour of some little clipper things ( he needs to get a clearer look, and the fur is....not helping ). Weird question, but okay. “I do. Can you keep her mouth away from the site for me?”
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she has her reservations, of course, about the progress to be made, about the progress they can make. for them. they will both spend the rest of their lives trying to come to terms with their trauma, to overcome the barriers it creates. but this is one hurdle where they cannot lean too heavily on the other. the terrain is the ketterdam marsh and stopping to give the other a boost is only going to ensconce the other further in the mire. they cannot damage each other like that. but, were they to climb similar obstacles together, if one of them could find purchase where the other could not, a hand up would be a passable compromise. but it relies heavily on one of them being on solid ground.
she hums as he mentions the restaurant and nods her agreement, even if he didn’t ask for it. she sees him look, as if testing that it was what she wanted. “ it’s not waffles, but it’ll do, ” she says. “ it’s something that would make nina jealous. ” inej gives more than a passing thought to her friend (their friend), fighting for grisha in fjerda. “ are there any letters for me? at the slat? ” has there been any contact? is nina okay? she doesn’t know if nina would send letter to her at the slat, or if she’d send them to wylan’s house instead. having no official home but a ship makes receiving mail something of a challenge. but she can trust kaz and wylan-and-jesper (single entity) to look after any post for her, she’s sure.
Kaz is okay with it, he finds; the idea that there might be a stopping point of progress before what either of them would ideally prefer. It should frustrate him. But it doesn’t. It’s realistic, he thinks, to have that reservation, to be ready for the possibility that things might not progress the way that they’d want to. It’s not defeatist, and it’s sure as shit not giving up before they begin, but planning contingencies is what they do, and if they can’t do things the way they’d like, they’ll improvise, they’ll adapt, and they’ll overcome.
It’ll do, she says, and the approval makes something in Kaz relax. Good. He’s not misjudged her brunching preferences. Inej asks about Nina and Kaz allows a thought for the absent Nina in the moment. He hasn’t heard from her, not that he’d been expecting to, not until she needs something. Quid pro quo and such. “No,” he says, and then, realising that that probably sounds more abrupt, harsher than he’d intended, he continues, “Not at the Slat. Jesper was thinking about opening a mailbox at Wylan’s house for you, though.” Something that wouldn’t have been suggested had there been no post.