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mylovingcloths · 1 year
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Ecoliving by Mylovingcloth
Ecoliving earth Day https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/141673407?asc=u
"Earth day" Visit my page for more products
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HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON! Have some merch
recently received new stock photos for the Terrible Pink T-Shirts i sell on etsy, and i find them so funny for some reason...
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look at the smiling attractive people wearing their (also smiling!) attractive fashion wear!
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4chtungb4by · 7 months
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"I think we're all striving to reach some kind of balance in life— an equilibrium of complexity. For me, moving here was exactly what my body needed to find that balance.”
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ansonmountdaily · 9 months
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STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 2x09 "Subspace Rhapsody" behind the scenes
"It's such a cool concept. It's not a musical episode. It is an episode about very real people being stuck in a musical experience." - Anson Mount, The Ready Room interview, Aug 3 2023
Source: Official clip
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batarangsoundsdumb · 2 years
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in my head bruce is faster than the kids and it pisses them off so much. they're in their prime and this 40 y/o guy who sleeps like two hours a night and puts protein shakes in his coffee and calls that breakfast can outrun them
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seb-boo · 2 months
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not even a fancy trainer
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daguerreotyping · 1 year
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Tintype of a group of barefoot sailors at ease, c. 1870s
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buttonhouseparty · 7 months
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I had a customer in the bookshop today who was like, 'There's a book that's just come out, it goes with – well, there's this TV series called Ghosts, I don't know if you've ever heard of it...' I was like oh. yes. I am Aware
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renguro · 3 months
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valentines farcille funnel cake
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myfemjourney · 2 months
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Are you coming?
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Your friendly neighbourhood girl here. Just come along for a chill walk.
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philcollinsenjoyer · 16 days
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(SPOILERS) tashi and patrick's relationship is like mesmerizing they are like the same person going in exactly different directions they're the prodigies who ruined their tennis careers by trying too hard for tashi and not trying hard enough for Patrick while art rose above them and tashi resents him for it and tries to live his victories through him while patrick resents how it has brought them apart from each other but when they're together they're equals and they can see deep inside each other like patrick said which is what tashi hates and loves that they know that ultimately they're both losers and she can't face it
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mylovingcloths · 1 year
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Boulder Bro by Mylovingcloth
Boulder Bro Strong https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/141230568?asc=u
Hii friends Visit my page 🖕❤️❤️
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beanghostprincess · 7 months
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thinking about sanuso a normal amount (they're hopelessly in love and i'm obsessed with them a very insane amount)
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tortoisebore · 6 months
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please please can we get a post of remus calling sirius baby for the first time bc im obsessed and want to know every detail about sirius’ outfit and how it went down
YES YES YES 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹
Remus was too drunk for this. Well—maybe drunk was the wrong word. His blood alcohol level was probably still somewhere in the realm of tipsy, but his brain was sluggish. Slow-moving. A disastrous combination of desire and want and pure, unadulterated filth. His limbs felt heavy and too-long as he stood slouched against the wall, gripping an empty glass hard enough to be absently worried it would shatter in his hand. Watching.  Lily had described the place as a bar but it felt more like a club, all low, colorful lights and blaring music, an open space in the middle of the room and tall tables lining the walls. It was loud, Remus was just on the drunk side of tipsy, and Sirius was a fucking dream. 
All things considered, Remus had done a really great job of being normal up until an hour or so ago. He hadn’t lost his shit when Sirius appeared at his door in a giant gray coat with his hair up, tied messily off his neck, fully flaunting the faint bruise Remus had left below his ear two days before. That damn glitter was on his eyes again, catching the light and working in tandem with the faint smudgy black lining his lashes to make his eyes look less gray and more glowing, molten silver. Remus had nearly fallen to his knees, had nearly said 'fuck it' and yanked Sirius inside instead of following through with the going out plan, but he’d been very regular about it—just choked out a simple little ‘you look nice,’ swallowing hard when Sirius smiled sweetly and took his hand as they traipsed down the stairs and out of the building. 
Then they’d arrived at the bar, and Sirius had slipped his coat off, and Remus’ poor, piece of shit brain had immediately broken. 
So now here he was, fighting for his life standing around a table in the corner, unable to wrench his eyes away from the three-inch strip of bare skin on Sirius’ stomach while he waited for drinks at the bar. He was wearing a short, black tee shirt with an open back over some see-through, lacy thing that hugged his waist, showing off the tail end of the dagger tattoo on his stomach and the beginnings of the vines on his hips before they disappeared beneath straight-legged black pants that fit so perfectly Remus could have cried. He was leaned up against the bar artfully, tapping the toe of his platform boot against the floor, chatting idly with Marlene while they waited for the bartender. 
Remus thought he might be drooling.
Sirius had been flitting between the bar and the dance floor and their table in the corner all night, leaving Remus with a never-ending supply of drinks and all these evil, lingering touches, whispers near his ear disguised as kisses on his cheek that twisted his gut and made his fingers itch to touch and grab and hold. This thing between them was still new, only a couple weeks old, and Remus was really really trying to reign himself in, but god, he wanted to touch. Wanted to bite and lick and taste, felt drunk on desire more than liquor by the time Sirius came back with two more neon-colored drinks in sweaty glasses. 
“Yours,” he chirped over the music, finally, finally sliding in close and depositing Remus’ drink on the sticky tabletop. Remus eyed him as he sipped at his straw, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. It was blatantly obvious that Sirius knew exactly what he was doing, and that it was working. Remus glanced around, watched Marlene saunter off to join Dorcas across the room, and slipped a hand around Sirius’ waist, backing himself into the wall and pulling Sirius with him.
“You look…” he started, shamelessly trailing his eyes down and then back up Sirius’ frame, shaking his head with a sigh when every word he could think of fell short of the actual ethereal being currently pressed up against him. 
“I look what?” Sirius prodded, sliding his drink onto the table without looking, snaking his arms up Remus’ chest and around his shoulders, a smug, sly sort of smile tugging at his stained, cherry-red lips. 
Remus was too fucking drunk for this.
He managed to get a hand to Sirius’ jaw, tipping his head back just enough to brush their lips together, reveling in the hitched breath it pulled from his throat. 
“You look fucking perfect,” he muttered, letting Sirius lean in only to pull back. Remus’ vision was swirling, heart thundering in his chest when Sirius gave a quiet little whine of complaint, dragging blunt nails across the back of his neck. Remus gave in, let him press a too-short, too-soft kiss to his lips before tilting Sirius’ head to the side, mouthing down his jaw to get at that faint little bruise beneath his ear and nipping at it softly, eyes fluttering closed at the taste of his skin, speaking before he could think. “You’re killing me over here, baby.”
Fuck—his stomach dropped instantly. He’d never said that before, never used any kind of pet name for Sirius at all, and it felt foreign in his mouth, foreign to his ears, settled badly in his stomach when Sirius let out a sharp exhale and reeled back. Remus was prepared to pretend it had never happened, maybe blame it on those neon colored drinks that kept appearing in his hands—but the words died on his tongue. 
Sirius’ eyes were wide, flicking back and forth fast between his own, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Remus waited, watched Sirius look down at his lips and then back up, and barely heard him breathe, “Say it again,” over the music.
He hesitated, studied Sirius’ face carefully to make sure he wasn’t reading it all wrong, and teased, “You’re killing me over here?”
Sirius shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “The other thing.”
“What?” Remus asked, dragging a thumb down his jaw, the desire to sink through the floor disappearing into thin air as he watched Sirius’ pupils dilate, felt his fingers trip up to tug at his hair. “Baby?”
Sirius nodded, pulling him in close and speaking low. “Yeah,” he smiled, “that one.”
Remus kissed him, had to, pulled him in with two hands on the side of his neck and bit at his lower lip, tasted artificial cherry and vodka and felt his stomach drop when Sirius gave a sweet little whine, pulling back just enough to speak.
“Again,” he whispered, melting further into Remus’ chest, looking up at him with that smug little grin that made his heart stutter. 
“Baby,” Remus repeated, kissing him again, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck, brain working overdrive, whirring loud in his ears. “My perfect, pretty baby.”
Sirius let loose a string of colorful curses that made Remus laugh before he was pulled in again. Sirius was seemingly entirely finished with teasing—kissed him hard and bit at his lip and slid his hands heavily back down his chest. He pulled away after several long moments, a deep flush staining his cheeks, and gave Remus a look.
“Don’t drink anymore,” he ordered, a secret sort of smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Remus’ skin tingled, heat racing down his spine.
“No?” he smirked, instantly grabbing for Sirius’ hand to keep him close when he stepped back. 
“No.” He reached across the table and grabbed an abandoned water on the other side—James’, most likely—sipping at it instead of the bright red drink he’d just brought over. "We should go to yours after this."
Remus was very, very on board with that.
The Outfit™️
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shoedippedtea · 1 month
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stomach-rental · 8 months
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[ with increasing distress ] wHY DON'T YOU TALK TO EACH OTHER.... 🎶 WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO EACH OTHER, JUST GIVE IT A TRY
WHY DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?!?!!
I know you're trying to avoid it but I DON'T KNOW WHY, 🎵
(posing/thought process inspired from this post, Will and Louis both belong to Peachnewt and her series, Getting in Deep!)
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