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tjippie · 1 year
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Literally dancing around with this banger on rePEAT
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My heart so broke that I could beg for affection
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etrevil · 3 months
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“your space? our space :D”
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syd-meow · 3 months
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❄️☕️☁️
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fruitblr · 9 months
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JAMES T. KIRK | STAR TREK (2009)
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aces-to-apples · 1 year
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Look—no, hey, look at me. Look me in the eyes. I want to be very clear about this.
Chris Pine.
Is taller than Regé-Jean Page.
Got that? Are you sure you got that?? Good. Good...
Don't forget it.
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tazmiilly · 5 months
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Fan edit I made of Fore meal prepping
[Its nothing] [He doesn’t prep for anything]
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yeah he's working real hard
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hairmetal666 · 1 year
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Steddie Notes Part 4 (Welcome to Steve's POV)
CW//small instance that could be viewed as internalized homophobia
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)
In the bottom of Steve’s closet is a Nike shoe box. It’s full of a year’s worth of torn notebook pages, paper menus, receipts, envelopes, sticky notes, notepad sheets, invoice carbon copies, discarded things from dnd, and whatever else they could find to write on.
It's this box that contains every bit of Steve’s heart. 
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Steve’s at the school to pick up Dustin, Mike and Lucas, but they don’t appear at 9pm on the dot like they promised. Grumbling and annoyed, Steve heads down to the drama club room.
He hears Eddie’s voice even before he walks into the room. The low baritone, all husky and threatening, sends shivers down Steve’s spine. 
Steve strides into the room, ready to berate his kids for their tardiness, but he stops literally in his tracks when he sees Eddie. Eddie looming over the table, all that long curly hair framing his face; his expression uncharacteristically dangerous, his eyes flat and promising violence.
He can’t do anything but stare, mouth shocked wide. Eddie lifts his gaze, locks it on Steve. Eddie’s looking at him with such intense command, such focus, that Steve knows he’d drop to his knees for that look, give Eddie anything he asked, everything.
He wants. So hard and so fast it makes him a little nauseous. 
Eddie’s gaze flicks away, while Steve reels from the striking clarity of feeling that rewrites the year of their friendship frame-by-frame.
Steve hardly listens, still trying to come to terms with his sudden realization, with how right it is, with how obvious it’s been this whole time. He remembers, after Starcourt, the way Eddie made him feel safe, cared for. The way Eddie calling him baby echoed for hours, days, weeks after. 
Of course Eddie doesn’t miss Steve's distraction. He leans into Steve's space, murmuring softly, “You okay, sweetheart? Sorry we ran late. Lost track of time.”
“Just tired, I guess.," he says. And he is distinctly not okay, because Eddie is calling him sweetheart and how did it take him this long to realize how much he loves the pet names? 
He tries to tell Eddie. Can’t. Too afraid of losing his friend.  He keeps going out with girls; nice girls, pretty girls, but wishes that Eddie was the one sitting beside him in the movie theater, in the passenger side of his car, across from him at the restaurant. 
Eddie…I think I really like you
You’re my favorite person in the entire world
Some days you’re the only thing I can think about
I want to wake up in bed with you everyday
I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you
Do you like me? Yes or No
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Steve’s in the Wheeler’s basement, leaning against Eddie's shoulder, waiting for the kids to finish up.
“What are they talking about?” He scribbles at the edge of Eddie’s campaign notes.
Eddie scowls at the note placement, responds anyway. 
“Halloween costumes.” 
“Wanna dress up together, Munson?”
“No way, Harrington, I’m not dressing up as Danny Zuko for you.”
“…obviously you’re Sandy.”
Eddie makes an offended noise. 
“I could do end of the movie Sandy. But face it, baby, you’re the pretty, fresh-faced innocent and I’m the bad boy.” 
Steve strangles back the sound he wants to make when his brain supplies him with an image of Eddie in those black, skin-tight pants.
“I could be a bad boy.”
Before Eddie can reply, the kids start shouting, and Eddie climbs on the wobbling card table, clapping his hands for attention. 
“Jesus, Eds." He grabs Eddie’s ankle to keep him stable. 
“I think a trip to the pumpkin patch is in order, what say you?”
There’s a blip where the whole room stills, every single one of them, aside from Eddie, remembering rotted fields and fetid tunnels filled with Upside Down spores and demo dogs. 
“Oh, yeah, we don’t go to the pumpkin patch anymore. You know, since the tunnels—”
Steve shoots Dustin the most intense silencing looks he’s ever given anyone, which is really saying something. 
They’d agreed, back in July that they would never tell Eddie what really happened at the mall. Eddie is too good, too gentle, brimming with too much pure kindness for Steve to want him anywhere near the Upside Down.
Eddie cackles. “Tunnels, Henderson?” 
Lucas laughs, says, “He means the maze. Don’t you remember? They set it up one time a few years ago.”
“We got really lost. Took us hours to find the exit,” Dustin adds. 
“Mike cried,” Lucas says. 
“Hey! I did not!” 
Mike’s anger at fake crying about a made-up crisis is enough to have them all in stitches, even Eddie who doesn’t know it’s a lie.  
“What about that apple orchard?” Steve suggests.
Eddie pokes him in the cheek, excited. “Ooh, yes, apple orchard!?”
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The orchard is a mad dash of fighting over wheelbarrows, shrieking sprints into the trees, Steve stressing at the kids throwing themselves across branches with zero regard for personal safety. 
Eddie nearly sends him into a coronary at the ripe old age of 19 by walking down a branch like he’s doing a tightrope. 
“Munson! Get your ass down from there!”
“I’m fine, Stevie! I’ve got reflexes like a cat.”
“The hell you do!” Steve shouts as Eddie wobbles. 
“Don’t worry, baby, I know you’ll always catch me,” Eddie yells back. He winks and Steve blushes about all of it. 
“You’ll just get us both hurt,” he says right as Eddie shimmies easily back to the ground. 
“You worry too much,” he scolds. “All this beautiful hair is going to go grey,” Eddie shuffles his fingers through the strands.
“You’re a menace,” he growls. Pushes Eddie playfully away. 
They pick apples and drink cider and it’s the best time Steve’s had in a while. He kids are spread out around him, Eddie and Robin on the quest for an apple that’s perfectly red, like you could poison Snow White with it, and he’s content. Happy. 
He lets himself bask in the moment, but it’s cut short by a familiar whooping yell and the crash of Eddie Munson clinging to his back.
He groans, almost loses his footing, but quickly hoists Eddie’s legs higher against his sides.
He runs and Eddie screams, giggling, and clutches his fists into the fabric of Steve’s sweater. 
“Can’t believe you caught me, sweetheart,” Eddie says once Steve slows to a walk.
“I’ll always catch you, Eds,” he promises.
Eddie makes a little noise, almost like a whimper, pressing his cheek against Steve’s.
And for just a second, the barest hint of a moment in time, Steve swears he feels Eddie’s lips pressed against the sensitive skin right beneath his ear. 
It’s right then that Steve knows he doesn’t just like Eddie. No, he’s positively, totally, and completely in love with him.
(Part 5)
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pinepickled · 6 months
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Thinking abt how Daring Charming doesn't discriminate between damsels and catches them all the same. And about how Dexter Charming genuinely does give kisses as thanks. And abt how ambiguous the "prince charming" that should likely be Apples and Ashlynns fathers are probably Darings and Dexters dads too. Abt how Apple very much knows Daring on what feels like a very personal and yet impersonal level, like she knows what he's about very well, but only considers him a prop to her queendom. How each and every girl in Ever After High is so full fledged and independent in their storytelling. How there's something so casual and yet so indulgent about how the guys of the story interact with the ladies of the story. Abt how all the coolest characters in the show are not the gender of their parents, like the white knight, like Alistair Wonderland, like Cedar Wood, like Maddy Hatter, like Cupid. Abt how most of the fairy tales these teens came from stories so laden with romance and yet never once rely on the other half of their pair for the completion of their story, despite how intricately they may be linked. How Daring practices defeating dragons and catching damsels in an almost aromantic, asexual way, without expectation nor implication.
Idk where I'm going w this but I feel very normal abt how they all interact with each other. Smth very straight and yet very queer abt it.
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curlytsunamiart · 4 months
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chosen undead & bearer of the curse
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morethansalad · 7 months
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Roasted Sweet Potato, Carrot, Quinoa and Feta Salad (Vegan)
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wgm-beautiful-world · 5 months
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pencilzart · 8 months
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lots of clay guys
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profoundbondfanfic · 10 months
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adam bites the apple
adam bites the apple by sicsempertyrannis (@thursdaygirlgn) Rating: Teen Word Count: 11k
Six months after Cas was swallowed by the Empty, Dean, Sam and Jack find a spell to pull an angel from the Empty, but the last ingredient is missing. Determined to save Cas, Dean travels back to 2009 to get the missing ingredient from the only person who can give it to him: Castiel, fresh from having pulled Dean from hell.
Is there anything more compelling than a good time travel fic?
Well, at least not for me. Especially when it’s giving us an opportunity to experience combinations we have never seen before.
In this case we have Dean, still rattled after Cas’ death and that grand confession. He is determined to get his angel back from the Empty, no matter what, and thanks to a spell that wish actually doesn’t seem totally impossible. There is only one ingredient missing and Dean finds himself forced to time travel in order to get it, ending up in 2009, right at the height of the upcoming rise of Lucifer.
There Dean has to search for Castiel, the one who has no idea what is waiting for him in the future, to get his hands on what he so desperately desires and it stirs up a lot of emotions Dean is barely able to deal with as he ends up confronted with this younger version of Castiel.
The author just has a way of depicting the conflicting feelings inside Dean in a very enthralling manner and manages to keep you on the edge of your seat the whole time. The combination of season 15 Dean and season 4 Castiel is truly a powerful one – with Dean so driven by all the history between them and with Castiel already experiencing all this doubt, torn between obedience and rebellion – and I can promise you that you won’t regret clicking on this fic!
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finnitesimal · 5 months
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COME ON. MISSA TWO WEEKS STRAIGHT ON THE SERVER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET'S GO BABYYYYYYY
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yunymphs · 7 months
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thinking about a princess and the pauper! au where you're the pauper disguised as the princess to marry prince! geto suguru himself . it's only for a little while longer you have to put up the act , but you're already falling for him and holding onto the little sliver of a chance you could possibly have a chance with him in this life . "princess ?" geto takes your hand , shaking you from your day dream . you can only hope that meeting his eyes can convey the multitude of emotions behind your own .
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