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haljordangreenjedi · 29 minutes ago
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random thought, but:
out of all of the batfam, steph is probably the most stubborn and reckless enough to take on a challenge to do something like run a half marathon on top of the insanity that is their lives, just for shits and giggles and to be able to say she did it.
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afolksongs · 47 minutes ago
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There might be times when you put your whole heart and soul into something, and you're met with cynicism or skepticism, but you can't let that crush you. You have to let that fuel you," she urged passionately. "We live in a world where anyone can say anything that they want about you at any time. But just please remember that you have the right to prove them wrong.
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itsjustemo · an hour ago
Say please.
please 👀
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alwaysrunningaway05 · an hour ago
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a very dumb question
So idk if anyone on this site is actually gonna be able to answer this question, but I have nowhere else to ask this, so.......how old is too old to start learning to dance?
Because, like, I used to do ballet when I was little, and I’m fifteen and just no realizing how much I miss it. I stopped because my self esteem was essentially in the goddamn negatives and I’d love to start again, but not when I constantly have my parents looking over my shoulder.
So I guess my goal would be to start learning again in college??? But is that too old? Would there even be any classes for people my age??
Like I said, idk if anyone is gonna answer me because I have like five followers, but I have nowhere else to ask, sooooooooo yeah!
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ofwyatts · an hour ago
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                  *          𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅      𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟          ,          @kirasantos​          .
            ❝      𝒚𝒐𝒖    𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌    𝒊    𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅    𝒄𝒖𝒕    𝒎𝒚    𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓    ?      ❞      the    male    asked    ,    ruffling    his    fingers    through    the    curly    brown    locks    .    usually    he    wouldn’t    care    but    ever    since    be    started    .  .  .          (          “      𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔      “          )          someone    .    he    wanted    to    be    presentable    and    who    better    to    tell    him    the    truth    than    kira    santos    ?      ❝      i’m    thinking    of    buzzing    it    .      ❞      now    ,    he    was    full    of    shit    .    the    smile    on    his    face    as    he    dropped    his    hands    was    proof    he    was    messing    with    her    .
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broodyalpha-dhale · an hour ago
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Derek had been in such an up and down kind of mood since he’d gotten back to town that he was getting near daily headaches from it, which wasn’t exactly the most normal. Like ever. He actually couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a headache. Wolves didn’t get sick or any kind of illnesses or pain. So whether it was the alpha thing impacting him in some kind of way or just the fact that it seemed like everywhere he looked there was some kind of new magical creature he didn’t know whether or not to perceive as a threat. He stepped out of a small little herbal remedies shop, some peppermint leaves in hand and ran into another. “Sorry.” He grumbled the apology, hand shooting out to grip the girls arm to make sure she didn’t fall. Though when his gaze shifted up slightly, he stilled, sure he was hallucinating. “Laura?” She was dead, right? Peter killed her, right? And then he’d killed Peter….The headache got a bit worse and his eyes shut for a long second before opening again, like he was expecting her to be gone when he opened them. --- @alphaxhalex​
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mariadrawsthings · an hour ago
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I’m sorry the WHAT????? This show is gonna be an acid trip 👁👄👁
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Bonus: “The sun will shine on us again!”
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david-watts · 2 hours ago
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gotta love random pains that retrigger the bullshit that you’ve worked hard to get out of over the past however fucking long I don’t remember anymore lol
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djarinsbeskar · 2 hours ago
First fight/Making up HC with Frankie? 🥺
Idk why I'm in the mood for some ✨angst✨ 🥲
Oh our grogrous pilot, fighting with him would be simply heartbreaking but let's take a look, shall we?
💥- a First fight/Make up HC with Frankie
Frankie is soft spoken and unassuming by nature. He isn't known for explosive outbursts or confrontation, and is more likely to internalise any conflict he may have. It’s very unhealthy and has been a contributing factor in many of the issues he faced in life, both during his time in service and afterwards.
When you two start dating, you’ve already had to fight your way to that position. Your relationship was built on friendship, and the shift to romance scared the living crap out of Frankie. He was going to fuck it up, someone like you could never see him as anything more than a friend, he was just too fucked up.
But you faced every obstacle he might have unwittingly thrown in your way, and the relationship that blooms is truly beautiful having been born from such adversity. He fought so hard because he cared that much. You understand that, you get it--- but that doesn’t mean you didn’t learn to recognise his habit of self-sabotage.
Because of this, you’re now very good at spotting it. 
So when you run into some old friends of yours, several of whom are strapping, handome, successful men-- he wonders why you’re with a guy like him. You guys have only been dating a month, and it was obvious you could have had any of them you wanted. 
That night he might make a comment, a deflection from his own insecurity-- a casual “God Pup, you really lowered your standards for me.”
And it hurts. It hurts enough to make you mad. That he would think-- that he could ever even imagine that he wasn’t enough for you? The alcohol in your systems don’t help and you end up snapping at him, “You really think so little of me, Cat?”
And like the good soldier he is, Frankie would stay silent-- not respond and contain the swells of conflicting emotions from surfacing; the insecurity, the guilt of keeping you down with him when you could soar, the guilt of hurting you for thinking that way.
“Why are you trying to ruin this before we’ve even had a chance?” you’d finally exclaim, tears that you can’t hide shining in your eyes and his heart would simply shatter. Shatters because he loves you, and when he loves something in his fucked up life and in his fucked up way-- he taints it, and he doesn’t want to taint you. But God, he’s selfish. He doesn’t want to let you go. 
So when you storm out of the bedroom - you will not let him see you cry - he’s after you in a heartbeat. You had only been making your way to the kitchen, to grab some water to cool down, but the iron hold he takes you in, clinging to you as he hugs you from behind is like he’s trying to keep the pieces of himself together, using you like glue to hold those broken parts he desperately wants mended together. 
“Frankie--?”
“Don’t go, Pup--” he’d mutter in your neck, his hold almost bruising but that wasn’t what bothered you-- the hammering of his heart against your back did. 
“I’m not going anywhere... baby-- look at me,” you’d soothe, turning in his hold when he loosened it enough to let you. Those gorgeous eyes would be consumed by the ghosts that usually lay hidden just below their surface. Self-sabotage was how Frankie tried to protect himself, you always knew this-- even when he didn’t.
It was good to see him fight though, to see him backtrack on that sabotage… for you. He was trying, and that was all youcould ask for.
“I’m here, Cat--- I’m here,” you’d wrap your arms around him, and when he sags against you, the relief evident in the drop of his shoulders and the exhale against your neck, you card your fingers through his hair gently,
“I don’t abandon the people I love, Frankie. Never. You’re stuck with me.” you’d whisper in his ear and his arms would tighten around you once more, and you never felt safer-- more loved, or cherished than when he used that raw, unpolished affection in hugging you.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Pup...” 
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noirvidenoir · 3 hours ago
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The fact that I'm willingly choosing to stop takin pain meds for my screaming uterus, so the pain is more persistent than my skin rashes and itch I have all over my body, tells a lot I need to see a fucking doctor (or maybe two).
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