#ophelia y. | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Forty percent of Tumblr users are between the ages of 18 to 25.

amadaans · 3 months

Text

@miidnighters liked for a ophelia + hartley one liner!

"my favorite pizza place closed and now i'm never gonna eat pizza again." being just a little bit dramatic, then.

#miidnighters #ophelia y.

8 notes · View notes

vitalphenomena · 11 months

Text

The nurses come by to pick up carryout lunches in big groups. Salads are easy enough; sandwiches get wrapped up and labelled; it's a pleasant, predictable start to the lunch rush.

One nurse lingers, leaves Juniper an extra tip — one so generous that Juniper almost refuses it outright. Ophelia must see the expression on her face or anticipate a counter, because:

@unfogged // ophelia says: i thought you might not be feeling so good. you look a bit sad.

For a moment, Juniper is too stunned to speak. Then, she plasters on her brightest, fakest smile.

"Oh! I'm not sure what you mean. It's a beautiful day outside — and — really. Seriously. You're too kind. We love making you guys lunch — you do all the hard work."

#unfogged #OPHELIA Y.#JUNIPER H.#JUNIPER OPHELIA 1.

8 notes · View notes

phefics · 5 months

Text

tw: mentione of finnick’s canon sexual trauma

finnick odair is experienced in the bedroom, but not experienced with true, genuine intimacy. he knows how to end a sexual encounter fast, how to find all the right spots and get it all over with. but he isn’t quite sure how to be slow, to savor it. you have to teach him, kiss your way down his body, be gentle. you tease him, make it last.

he knows how to seduce, how to be charming. but he isn’t good at vulnerability, real connection. he will grin and smirk, but covers his shy smiles, his genuine laughter. he doesn’t blush, except how he does when you’re involved. you teach him how to date. you hold his hand, cuddle him, kiss his cheeks.

the capitol has taken so much from him. he’s had sex more times than he can count, but he’s never made love. he’s been on dates, but he’s never dated. he’s been adored by people who will never truly know him, but never been known and loved at the same time.

you know him, and you love him, even with his flaws. he is not just the hot victor to you. he’s just finnick, who snorts when he laughs too hard and loves when you kiss down his chest and belly, who ties knots when he’s nervous and hates kissing with too much tongue.

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick imagine #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick x y/n #finnick odair smut #finnick odair angst #finnick odair fluff #thg blurbs #the hunger games #ophelia’s blurbs

2K notes · View notes

pingurusama · 8 months

Text

HAPPY (late) INTERNATIONAL BOYFRIEND'S DAY (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ I'm so deadly oblivious about xxx day and stuff, made this in rush for straight 7 hours, a little gift(s) for the seasoned Captain on his day and of course Ophelia will proudly share her artworks, heheh( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)😏😏😏 ✨ Funfacts! ✨ @Ophwinter really does exist on Instagram and Twitter(x)! It's Ophelia (my Call of Duty OC)'s personal account ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

Also, here's the original ones for every fellow Captain Price's lover, have fun delulu with this one.( • ̀ω•́ )✧

281 notes · View notes

stylessupremacy · 2 years

Note

ophelia x terrible twos

If you liked this piece please consider liking, reblogging, recommending, and talking to me about this piece! This is what motivates and makes me want to write! Everything you do is appreciated! :)

“Love, it’s time to go.”

Harry started to pick up and put away the toys Ophelia was playing with but she wanted nothing to do with it.

Harry had dropped her off at his mum’s house this morning since he had to go into the office today.

Phee went to daycare once a week but for the other four days Harry had work Anne would watch her.

Ophelia quickly snatched the building block back from her father, “Mine, daddy!”

He was taken aback by her actions. She usually never acts like this unless she’s super tired and cranky.

“Ophelia Wren. We do not take things out of people's hands without their permission. That’s a big no-no,” Harry firmly stated.

A firm crease in her brow as she listened to Harry. “Could y’apologize to y’daddy please?”

“No!” Her new favorite word at the moment. The word has caused her quite a few trips to the stairs just because of it.

“Fine. Y’can go and sit on the steps till you’re ready to apologize and act properly.”

He quickly picked her up and placed her bottom on the lowest stair, “Stay here until daddy comes and gets y’okay?”

Phee glared daggers at Harry as he waited for her response.

“Say yes, daddy,” He prompted, his eyes firm and giving her “the look.”

“Yes, daddy,” she mumbled.

Harry walked away listening as Ophelia grumbled under her breath just letting her stew and calm down hopefully before their drive home.

“Has she been acting out at all recently?” Harry asked his mum as he walked into the kitchen.

Anne watched the whole interaction between the two. She was quite shocked to watch Phee act the way she did since she’s always such a sweet girl.

Anne shook her head, “No, she hasn’t been acting out at all.”

“Maybe it’s because she’s with you all the time and wants to push your buttons,” Anne suggested knowing that’s how her kids acted when they were her age.

“Or she’s showing signs of terrible twos.”

Harry looked back out where his daughter sat watching as she brewed. Her foot dug into the hardwood floor and her arms crossed over her chest.

She was his sweet girl. Surely she wouldn’t treat him like this because of something called the “terrible twos.”

Tag List 🏷️

@michellekstyles @vrittivsanghavi

#harry styles #harrystyles #love on tour #harry styles x reader #harry styles writing #harry styles imagine #dad!harry #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic rec #harry styles smut #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x you #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry x ophelia #Ophelia Wren Styles

197 notes · View notes

peptothesi · 1 year

Text

Apples

Warnings: nothing here is cannon, it’s just the characters from hamlet and y/n, I tried a different way of writing for this, y/n is a cook, hamlet is a brat.

You felt his eyes on you, burning circles into the back of your head as you cut apples for the king and queen’s feast.

You hands shook as the cut through the sweet fruit and you hated it. You knew why the prince had come into your domain of the castle and why he was piercing through you soul with his sharp gaze.

You had a right to ignore him after all and so you did but you both knew that you would eventually crack not now, not in a few minutes or maybe hours and god forbid days but you would, you wouldn’t have a choice.

“You’re breaking little cook” his deep voice rung through your kitchen and through your brains savouring the nickname that melted from his lips like poetry.

You may hate the prince but his words had always had an affect on you, like a spell.

But you stood your ground and kept cutting as if you had no other purpose.

“You’re ignoring me again„ he sighed, a tired and yet desperate one you note. „You’ve been doing that a lot recently.”.

And unfortunately he’s not wrong, you have been doing that.

A lot.

Your first action of rebellion against him was sending a maid in your place to bring the prince his meals or even meet him in his quarters rather than yourself despite his request, the maid returned to you and said he had a frown when she came in right to when she left obviously displeased.

That made you smile.

Another time when Guildenstern and Rosencrantz came knocking on your tiny room, you made haste and jumped out the window and took off to the town leaving confused yelling behind you.

The next day when you came back the kitchen crew were quick to hide you and scold you for abandoning them and having the guards search the kitchen for you. Apparently the young prince hamlet had a tantrum when nobody could find you.

That made you giggle.

But when the king and queen demanded you cease this childish behaviour, you obliged but you ignored their son as if he were a fly on the wall.

He’d would often try strike conversation with you at the table but you merely filled his cup and served his meals.

And when he did catch you wandering the halls in tired haste to find your bed, you look straight ahead and walk in a marching formation not reacting to anything the young prince would do or say.

It was funny to see him have a tantrum and to see him struggle.

There was another time where you had climbed into the fireplace when he went searching for you in the kitchen, it was a cold winter and you were barely in the room before you heard Horatio calling for you, you didn’t think much of it until you heard Hamlet’s voice as well.

You panicked and made a run for the fireplace figuring that, that was your safest option you hesitated looking at the dirty walls before scrambling up the tiny space pushing your feet and back against the wall keeping yourself in place. You held your breath as you heard them go through your kitchen and making banter between the them.

“My lord, if the kind y/n is purposely hiding from you then maybe it’s best they should not be found!”

“Maybe, good Horatio but this is madness they can not ignore duties set out strictly for them.”

“Ignore their duties or ignore you sire?”

“Whatever you may be implying Horatio I won’t stand for it.”

“Maybe they are in the garden, my lord, shall we check there and talk perhaps discuss this issue on the way?”

“*sigh* We shall.”

When they left after failing to find you, you stayed where you were just to make sure and you only prayed that nobody would light a fire. Thankfully no one did

You still chuckle at the thought but unfortunately for you the time had came where you could not run. You were trapped in the kitchen with the man you’ve been avoiding for weeks.

A guard at each exit he even sent two to wait outside the window, you couldn’t run to the fireplace this time he would surely catch you, so you were indefinitely stuck. You felt his cold hand grab your shoulder but retreated after making you flinch.

You look to your hands to see you nicked your finger with the knife, tiny dots of blood seeping through your skin making you sigh.

The action freed your mind from its own thoughts as you realise then the room was quiet . The tension and silence made the simple leaky faucet much louder and sharper than it needed to be with every drip.

“I’ll ask again„ he prodded you could almost hear his body as it placed itself right next to you, his hand on the tabletop almost cornering you where you stood, his eyes were desperate you didn’t need to look into them to see the need in them.

“Why do you ignore me I have done nothing to deserve this ignorance from you”.

You clenched the blade in your hand, the now sticky handle pressing into your palm with angry pressure, you raised the knife only to lodge it into the victim table beneath it.

Your head snapped towards him his eyes were softer then they were when he burned his gaze into your back or maybe they were always soft when looking at you like you were the most precious thing in Denmark.

“How is the fair Ophelia my lord?” You jeered, your face in a smile, a fake bitter smile, poisonous even.

His brow furrowed “ What does she have to do with this?” He questioned, his blue eyes never leaving yours.

“What does she have to do with this?” You chortled “My good Lord she has everything to do with this! Are you so blind as you can’t see your own wrongdoings?”

The prince shook his head in confusion “I’m afraid I must be! The fair Ophelia has no part of this!” He argued “Don’t avoid my question any longer, cook!”.

You gulped, in anger? Maybe nervousness? You don’t know. You straightened your back and crossed your arms hoping your appeared strong and stoic. “If the fair Ophelia has your heart then there is no need for you to play with mine” you answered, outstretching your palm to him “Then you must give it back.”.

The room was silent again, you were mentally berating yourself why couldn’t you just keep ignoring him like before.

Then again you wish a lot of things were like before, before you even began ignoring him. Before when you and him shared laughs and talked about each other’s day. Before when you even considered the fact that he might have loved you as well.

Before the fair Ophelia even crossed your mind like an angry red flare in the dark.

His gaze wavered from your eyes to your outstretched palm in thought, he was hard to read. His hand reached out for yours and took it in his.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before raising as he dragged your sticky fruit ridden palm to his lips.

“No” he whispered into your palm.

You sighed into your other palm as it covered your face from the affection the prince gave to the other whispering into it and kissing all its tiny scars, leaving only the gaps between your sticky fingers to watch him adore you.

He was gentle yet firm his lips sent electricity from your palms to up your arm to your face giving it a wonderful tingle and possibly a red flush. You were fit to melt, this only ever happened in the books or poems that your dear hamlet read to you.

It almost made you forget at how upset you were with him.

You pulled your hand away, young hamlet almost began to reach for your hand again before you turned back to your unfinished apple chopping. The electric sensation stung your fingers almost making you cut your hand again.

“You are a selfish and arrogant man, my lord.” You mutter removing the blade from the cutting board and into your hand and resumed chopping.

There was silence again only your knife going through the apples were heard. You heard the prince move and walk away from you, you didn’t dare look to where but the sound of a knife slipping from its block gave you goosebumps.

You know acknowledged Hamlet had a knife but didn’t act on it after all giving him a reaction is all he wanted from you and you would be damned to give it to him. You heard more rustling in the background as if he was going through the cupboards you almost stopped to check on him until you felt his presence back at your side.

He reached over you and grabbed an apple and heaved himself onto the table and began peeling his fruit with the blade, he watched your hands for a moment before he began mimicking with his own apple struggling slightly.

You looked up at his hands ever so often and winced as he nicked his fingers and suppressed your chuckles afterward when he cursed but you were flabbergasted when you looked up to see a slice of apple at the end of the blade he held to your lips barely inches away from your face.

Your eyes flicker down to the fruit and quickly acknowledged it’s robust appearance. Unlike your pieces which were pale, identical and neatly cut with no remaining pieces of its skin left behind. His were choppy, missing chunks from itself and had speckles of green skin decorating it like the freckles that decorated the young prince’s cheekbones.

You held back a grin but a smile had snuck through, the prince hamlet may be a scholar, a politician and even a soldier but he definitely was not a cook his royalty stopped him from learning how to do simple domestic tasks like cutting an apple.

Your eyes flicker back up to a stern looking Hamlet but a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You sigh shaking your head, your hand reaches up to retrieve the offering but it’s quickly pulled away and Hamlet shakes his head at you.

He brings the fruit to your lips again slowly as if trying to tempt an animal into companionship and smiles when your teeth take it from the blade. You shake your head in disbelief as the tart, bitter flavours cover your tongue and teeth as you chew the fruit down to nothing.

You watch from the corner of your eye as hamlet messily but improving cut another piece and pops it into his own mouth. You grin as you watch his face wrinkle at the bitterness and let a laugh escape when he grumbles at the flavour.

“How is it?” You grin, Hamlet’s nose scrunches up as he chews regardless before a comedic gulp comes from his throat as he swallows the tart fruit.

“Delectable” he shudders. His face softens into a smile as another laugh escapes your lips. One of his own chuckles joining yours in melodic harmony as your kitchen filled with fondness for each other.

All was quiet after your laughter died down. Hamlet has set down the fruit but did not speak or move. You’ve known the prince for a while, it’s safe to say he is an acquired taste in company. He finds it hard to admit he is at fault or to come clean with his own emotions. You often have to find it in yourself to give him that push that he needs.

Like now.

“ Do you really not know why this is all happening or are you playing me like a flute?” You ask genuinely, your eyes look deeply into his as you have moved onto your forearms now leaning onto the countertop. Your forearms touching his thighs which radiate heat against your warm skin.

“No.. no I don’t„ he whispered as his eyes gazed back into yours. The tension between you both strong and unbreakable. He moves in closer subconsciously neither of you both noticing „ Are you going to give me my answer now, cook ?”

You let out an airy chuckle your eyes softening into his gaze “I’m upset” you gulped a shaky breath leaving your lips as his were inches away, the heat radiating from his skin as his forehead presses gently into your own “I’m upset- that I thought that maybe.. just possibly.. you could feel about me the way I do about you”.

His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. A dark greyish blue that glowed, like the sea hiding on a foggy night with the moon gracing it luminously. They swirled in emotions like a typhoon into his soul yet they contained love in them but maybe that was just you.

“And why is that cook” he spoke barely above a whisper his moustache barely touched your top lip but just enough to tickle it, and remind you how close you really were.

“You love her- Ophelia. And she loves you, not too long ago, night after night she would read to me all those poems and sweet letters you have wrote to her” you croak, swallowing the hard lump that now formed in your throat “I can’t fight for what is already gone, I cannot be around you- I cannot risk being near you. I don’t- I don’t want to feel that pain anymore Hamlet, you’re not mine to love.”

Your words filled the air like static buzzing filled your ears. You had stayed calm, you responded in a tone just above silence leaving it for only Hamlet to hear. Because Elsinore had already heard your heart break once.

You feel the heat radiating from his face, you can’t look at him anymore, the countertop now had all your attention. You slowly remove yourself from his face and slowly feel yourself come back to the reality of your cozy workplace and no longer in the ethereal presence of you and Hamlet.

You lick your lips as your mouth dried up with regret and began to tear away from your place next to the prince.

Your shoulders were unexpectedly held in a tight grasp as you were pulled into Hamlet his heat enveloping you as parts your exposed skin pressed against the soft dark material of his suit, your waist between his parted knees.

Your jaw tilted up to him with the help of his cold calloused hands. His thumb stroking your jaw to your cheek bone relishing in the softness of your skin.

And then you were kissing, it had all happened so fast you barely had time to enjoy it. Hamlet pulled away and buried himself into the crook of your neck holding your shoulders tight as if you would vanish like before.

“You cannot fight for what you already have! Ophelia and I may have loved each other once before but you are the only one in this prison of a world that I want” You felt the vibration of his soft words on your skin and he kissed your shoulder through the fabric of your clothes.

He removed his face from your neck a dusty red spreading across his cheekbones and ears.

“Ophelia is dedicating her life to chastity, those letters are nothing but memories! I don’t care for them, I want to make new memories with you” His hands move from your shoulders to cupping your face, you held back a gasp. Careful not to ruin the moment. “I don’t want you to feel that pain, I don’t want you to avoid me anymore I want you next to me always.”

“I don’t want Ophelia or anyone else in this prison we call home. I want you.” He affirmed his hands never leaving your face

Your reached up to caress his face, wiping his small tears of anguish as the biggest smile breaks through your features.

You wrap your arms around Hamlet and squeeze him letting all your built up affection for him out after all those years. Hamlet hugged you back, his fingers threaded through your hair as his other hand held your waist protectively.

You pulled away a smile still evident on your face looking at Hamlet and noticing how happier he looked.

You leaned in and pressed your lips into his like he had done before, a surprised hum leaving his mouth.

You smiled into the kiss as you felt his hand hold the back of your head.

You lips melded together, you could taste the apple on each others lips you continued. Hamlet’s other hand came to cup your face keeping you close.

You leaned into each other as much as you could, gasps leaving your mouths as your lips separated briefly before crashing into each other again.

Your hands found their way up to the collar of his shirt as you managed pulled him in closer which made him groan and lick your lips asking for permission.

A cough was heard breaking you out of your trance leaving Hamlet breathless kissing your neck in absence of your sweet lips.

You turn to see Horatio covering his mouth with his fist pressed against his lips in attempts to hide the fact he was grinning like a madman.

You pull away from Hamlet but he groans and attempts to try pull you back into his embrace which just amuses Horatio.

You slap the prince’s knee and look pointedly at Horatio in response to his glare. Hamlet looks up not impressed at Horatio as his friend laughs at him and his lover’s puffy red lips.

“What ho, Horatio?” Hamlet grumbled.

Horatio coughed again to clear his throat a smile some what still cracking through his features “The players have arrived my sweet lord and they request to see you, they are quite excited to see you as well, so I recommend we make haste.”

Hamlet looked at you with hopeful eyes, knowing your prince and his love for the theatre and his fondness for the players you couldn’t let him not go.

You smiled and pressed you lips softly to his cheek and nodded in response as you moved from his body and let him jump down from the countertop and wipe himself of wood chips from the counter.

As the Prince and his friend made their way out of your kitchen you couldn’t help but snicker at Hamlet’s red face and Horatio’s teasing smug look. They turned to bid you farewell only getting a cheeky grin and wiggle of the fingers in return making Hamlet turn a deeper red and Horatio’s grin growing wider.

They both leave, the door slams behind them both and as you turn back to your work to begin with the pastry you could hear Horatio’s laughter echoing the castle making you laugh even louder in your own company, just at the thought of your Hamlet as red as a Berry with greeting those poor players and Horatio helplessly giggling behind him was enough to keep your happy mood eternal.

Love is blooming in the state of Denmark.

@cursedfaechild

#female y/n #gn y/n #male y/n #hamlet x horatio #Horatio x reader #Ophelia #hamlet x reader #Shakespeare I’m so sorry #for my deprived hamlet lovers

34 notes · View notes

moonlarked · 1 year

Text

wait wait wait… jolie and brant as ophelia and hamlet… fintan as the ghost (therefore framing the ghost as a malevolent manipulative figure) and claudius and polonius as the black swan (therefore framing the black swan as more manipulative than they see themselves as)… neither of them getting the chance to explain themselves to each other… the male figure lashing out all of his suppressed trauma at the female… both going “mad” and worrying their parental figures… both tragically dying before any closure… you get me

#y. you get me. I’m not just plucking words out of the air right #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #hamlet #ophelia

16 notes · View notes

amadaans · 4 months

Text

@miidnighters liked for a starter!

"—and then ten minutes before my shift ended a group of those characters from times square came in after nearly killing each other in some weird turf war." it had been a full on brawl, is already all over social media, too. so her already long shift turned into an even longer one and now all she wants to do is watch dumb tv and drink wine and eat ice cream.

"anyway, do you want to come over instead of going out?" she feels bad bailing on hartley because ophelia knows she's excited about this new restaurant, but ophelia just can't find the energy for it.

#miidnighters #ophelia y.#imagine this: them

8 notes · View notes

vitalphenomena · 10 months

Text

@unfogged // ophelia said: “I’m going for more self-sabotage train wreck.”

"Yeah?" Juniper laughs.

In turn, Juniper herself has no idea what she's going for. She's wearing a shirt that fits better than most, a maxi skirt because the trend is popular amongst other girls and women in the city. Most shockingly of all — even more shocking than Juniper being out of her work uniform— Juniper is applying eyeshadow and lipstick in deep, sultry shades.

"I don't know if my makeup really tells a story like that. What do you think?"

She turns away from the mirror to face Ophelia, makes a pouty face like people think models make. She can't take herself seriously; she bursts into laughter again.

#unfogged #OPHELIA Y.#JUNIPER H.#JUNIPER OPHELIA 3.

1 note · View note

phefics · 6 months

Text

spencer reid eats pussy like you’re his last meal on death row. at first, he’s super nervous, but he’s literally a genius — if he sets his mind to it, he can get the hang of just about anything, and his mind is incredibly set on making you cum.

he reads about it, his pants tight as he imagines flicking his tongue over your clit, your fingers tangled in his hair, your voice trembling as you chant his name like a prayer as your orgasm builds.

in practice, he finds it isn’t so hard. sure, his jaw might get tired and as a germaphobe, he should really hate how messy it is, but fuck, feeling the way your thighs shake and the sweet sting of your fingernails on his scalp makes it all worth it.

he makes it a point to eat you out often, your pleasure his priority. he’s always been a people-pleaser, always sought praise. when you arch your back and whimper, “so fucking good, baby” it makes him moan against your wet pussy, the praise making him feel drunk.

spencer would normally be disturbed by such a comparison, but when you tell him he pleasures you like an inmate about to be executed, he just laughs before sucking your clit into his mouth, ready to prove your point.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #criminal minds #cm blurb #ophelia’s blurbs

2K notes · View notes

seraphimofyourspecialhell · 1 year

Text

Yandere Ophelia

Ophelia is a gentle worshiper yandere

Ophelia will make you anything you want no matter what it is

Ophelia will get on their hands and knees in public if you ask them to worship you

Ophelia may be socially anxious and shy but she is one k i n k y axolotl

Ophelia's ears are extremely sensitive and if you touch their ears you will get a very kinky spanking while they revel in your moans

The only way to top her is if you ask nicely- her words not mine

Ophelia is rich after so shes technically your gentle worshiper yandere sugar mommy

If you want more yandere ocs let me know I have one for each fandom (but mostly the slasher fandom)

#yandere #Ophelia my oc #y/n #Ophelia x y/n

10 notes · View notes

ophcliav · 2 years

Text

‘ ¿puedes creer que en redes sociales están diciendo que tienen mi mugshot del día de la declaración? ’ pregunta sin despegar mirada del teléfono móvil que se encuentra en la zurda, en la diestra una taza de café. ‘ no sé cuál es la necesidad de mentir, peor aún, no sé cuál es la necesidad de usar una de mis peores fotos para sus montajes. ’

#˛ ⠀ * ⠀♡ ⠀ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊 𝒂𝒎﹕ conversaciones.#¿creían que ophelia iba a dejar pasar hablar de su interrogatorio? no #una disculpa #está en una cafetería jejeej #lo dejaré poquitas notas y probablemente saque al sebas

32 notes · View notes

smileflowcr · 2 months

Text

"El otro día estaba de compras y no adivinas lo que encontré." o quizás sí, conociendo los gusto y sobre todo, el amor que ambos tenían a ciertas criaturas marinas. De todas formas y antes que el contrario pudiese acertar, Ophelia saca de una bolsa un lindo y pequeño peluche de pingüino con un sombrero igual de adorable. "¡Ta-dá, es para ti!" [ @mikrokosmcs ]

#listen yo me acuerdo que ambos eran penguin lovers(?)#y justo el otro día en pinterest me salieron peluches y dije... un starter así lindo? 🥺#ehehehe #te dejo a mi karina favorita <3 #( dialogue: ophelia )#mikrokosmcs

1 note · View note

Last Seen Blogs

wrence

BEATLES DEEP MIXES

justphp

Untitled

male-theater

male_theater

demon-psycho92

FILM

codematrix

CodeMatrix