Sábado  19.01.2019

Shawn Mendes

domingo  28. 07. 2019

Lunnelly #2  + playlist

“She’s writing me a fic” Donnelly says

“With hints of extraterrestrial-ness” Luna adds

DREAM TO MEME

We’re past the point of being able to ignore this now. @pixellecutie​’s sleeping brain dreamed a dream of marine biology, and you’ve all really put in the work to make it a meme in its own right. Who knew there were so many benefits to being a marine biologist?

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The origins:

The Minecraft axolotl version by @queerbeemc​:

The Animorphs version by @jivs-jam​:

Even @theshitpostcalligrapher​ chimed in. Thank you, @theshitpostcalligrapher​, for services rendered to the community:

This kissy fishy by @cryptidcanary​:

A reality check by @anxiety-plus​:

The tired marine biologist by @hustlerose: 

Above all things, sophisticated (@noneedtofearorhope​):

More cons (oh no!) according to @essential-npc​:

A delightfully different perspective, this time from the forest floor, by @bepisdrink​:

A worthy remix by @charlesoberonn​:

SHAWN MENDES in Miami, Florida August 6th, 2022

no but this part of my tears ricochet

is so lorelai and rory s6 plot coded!!!!!!!

and i can go anywhere i want, anywhere i want, just not home

and you can aim for my heart (loreali not telling her about her engagement to luke), go for blood

but you would still miss me in your bones (all of the moments of lorelai’s breaking down because rory isn’t home)

and when you can’t sleep at night (the night rory turned 21th and laid awake in bed staring at the ceiling) you hear my stolen lullabies (rory dreaming about her tradition with lorelai / rory and lorelai both being awake in exactly 4:03 am)

ALPHAS LIKE US CHALLENGE → day one

favorite family moment

“He looks extraordinarily awful.”

“The fucking worst.”

Those aren’t the Cobalt brothers. I open one eye to see pajama-clad Jane and Sulli. Standing at the foot of my bed, they cradle pastel beanbags, pillows, and fuzzy blankets. Charlie and Beckett flank the girls. All four staring at me. Sympathetically. Charlie, more so pityingly.

I’ve had every teenager, every kid in the family, make me promise that I wouldn’t die on them. These four are the ones that see me less like Captain America and more like an imperfect human.

I need them in my world.

I can admit that.

“I’m alive,” I say with a sharp breath.

“Sadly,” Charlie quips.

“Charlie,” they all chastise.

A pretentiously coy grin plays at his lips. “Only joking.”