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edienotsedgwick · 4 months
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Haven’t taken pictures of myself in a while but this is a general representation of how it’s been at the moment!
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depravednotdeprived · 2 months
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tommydashwood · 6 months
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nellarw95 · 23 days
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Happy Heavenly Birthday Bette 🎂💔
Ruth Elizabeth Davis 🤍
April 5,1908 - October 6,1989 🙏🏻
We Miss You So Much 🕊️♾️
Buon Compleanno in Paradiso 🎂💔
5 Aprile 1908 - 6 Ottobre 1989 🙏🏻
Ci Manchi Moltissimo 🕊️♾️
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punkrockmixtapes · 6 months
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Listen/purchase: Without Panasos by The Anniversary
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emotionalhardcore · 2 years
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emo show from the year 2000! absolutely GOLDEN lineup!
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🦝Happy 20th Year Anniversary Sly Cooper🦝
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My best friend DisneyFriend made this for me and I wish I should have known as I did forget but I guess showing you this will be good enough.
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'Okay I know I said those pictures will be posted Saturday, but considering today is the 20th year of the Sly Cooper franchise I thought it would be fair that I least show a picture of our favorite Thievius Raccoonus in his gala outfit, you could say he is well-dressed for this special occassion😉.
The outfit is combination of both Sly 2 (slightly Sly 3) and Thieves in Time, with little addition from gentle-thief ancestors Thaddeus Winslow Cooper III.
Hope you like it. (Don't worry I will post the rest tommorrow😉)
And again Happy Anniversary Sly and thanks for everything (I Hope we will see more of you: games, tv series, toys, everything😁)'
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So hope all of you enjoy your sly cooper adventure!
And thank you DisneyFriend for this, I might use that for my bad guys au story.
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Today on The Anniversary, why is my Spotify trying to kill me?? my MCR playlist is on random and literally this is what it played:
Fake Your Death, Mama, Famous Last Words, Famous Last Words (live), Cancer, I’m Not Okay
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lifewithaview · 1 year
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John Cleese and Prunella Scales in "Fawlty Towers"(1975)
The anniversary
Outraged that Basil has forgotten their 15th wedding anniversary, Sybil leaves the hotel. But little does she know that Basil has indeed remembered and has invited some of their close friends to celebrate. How will Basil explain Sybil's absence?
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evilhorse · 2 years
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Of course! How could I be so stupid!
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ian-galagher · 2 years
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The Anniversary
Ian can't sleep. It's worse than the night before Christmas, he's that giddy about his second anniversary. Expectations are high after the elaborate surprise party Mickey had planned the year before, but when Ian walks into the kitchen that morning it's business as usual.
"'ey." Mickey grumbles over coffee and toast.
"Morning." Ian replies, grabbing his own mug. A knowing smirk passes between them but nothing is said out loud.
There are no balloons, no pancakes, no flowers. It's almost disappointing but it had started the same way last time. So breakfast isn't the big surprise, that only means there's more to come later that day and Ian can't wait. He'd hardly expected his entire family to be gathered around to watch him shovel toast into his mouth anyway.
(continue on AO3 or below the cut, 1200 words + image) 
Random people congratulate him throughout the day, mostly after he tells them. There are texts from his family but nothing else happens. No clowns pop up and no one serenades him, but he wouldn't have liked either anyway. Part of the fun is trying to guess what Mickey has planned for him but it remains a mystery, which only gets him more pumped for when his shift is finally over and he can go home to find out.
Around dinner time his level of excitement is through the roof. They kiss at the door, but then Mickey plonks himself down heavily onto the couch. Ian doesn't sit, instead he remains standing before Mickey, hands on his hips. "So what are we doing about dinner?"
He can't wait to find out. The bar again? Or maybe a fancy restaurant? It won't be a barbecue in February but maybe there's a party arranged at someone's house, with a home cooked meal and all their friends and family invited. He imagines them already there waiting for them to show up and surprise him and he doesn't want to run late.
"I dunno, you tell me." Mickey shoots back, sly smile on his lips. It could be a game, but Ian's not sure how to play it. He can't help but feel a touch disappointed when Mickey keeps eyeing him expectantly. "No really." Ian says with a frown. "What's the plan? Where are we going?"
"We going somewhere?"
It's not the reply he was expecting. It can't have been a one time thing, surely? He's not going to ask Mickey if he remembers what today is, not again. He knows. Ian knows he knows.
Ian scratches his chin, getting the tiniest bit annoyed with the situation. "You really haven't got anything planned?" Mickey gives a defensive shrug at that. He looks a touch hurt when he replies, "Thought it was your turn." And, yeah okay, that one stings but how was he supposed to know they were taking turns with this? It hadn't even crossed his mind, he'd been too excited to find out what Mickey had planned for him to come up with a surprise of his own. Only now there are no plans, and their second anniversary is threatening to be just a day like any other.
"Shit, I'm a dick." He drops down next to his husband on the couch, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut at the realization. "Shit, I'm sorry-"
"It's fine. We'll just make something for dinner. What have we got we can use?" Mickey's hand lands warmly on his thigh where it stays. Ian doesn't dare to look at him, too embarrassed this is how they're about to spend their evening. His mind wanders over to their kitchen cupboards and their contents where another disappointment awaits them. "I haven't been to the shops either." He groans. He's only making it worse. He really had banked everything on there being some sort of dinner arranged for him tonight.
"Must be somethin' out in that garden of yours. Tomatoes?"
"Mickey, it's February. Tomatoes don't grow this time of the year."
"That's a shame. Maybe we should check out the garden anyway?"
That doesn't make any sense either. Really, why would they? Mickey should know by now their garden is a wasteland during winter, they pass through it every day. It's not until April that the first shoots will come up through the soil, and it won't be until the end of May before they'll fully be able to enjoy their garden again. It seems such a silly thing of Mickey to say. It's almost out of character for him. It takes Ian far too long to catch on but eventually he cracks open an eye to peek at him. "The garden, huh?"
Mickey's grin is too wide to be a coincidence and Ian leaps up from the couch, dashing towards the backdoor followed closely by the man he loves.
He just hopes it isn't another tomato plant. After he told his family he liked growing them they wouldn't stop getting him tomato plants. He has more than he knows what to do with at this stage and he can't house another, but that's not what awaits him when he pushes open the backdoor.
Instead he's greeted by the largest insect hotel he's ever seen. It's standing right at the back of the garden where it catches the sunlight beautifully. Between the tomatoes and the flower beds, where bees will buzz and look for suitable spots to lay their eggs, a massive construction stands with more than enough room for just that. Ian's eyes roam over the tiny drilled holes in the wood, counting out hundreds of hiding places for insects of all shapes and sizes, and it fills his heart that they'll be able to provide a home for all of them this summer.
Mickey's there to bask in the glow his smile emanates, beaming right back at him with that same gleefulness of a plan well executed and a present well received. "You like it? It's a home for all your little bees."
Ian turns to him, eyes gleaming as he takes Mickey's face in his hands and plants his lips there where they belong and will always return to. Where loving words take their shape and pass their tongues on a daily base.
"Best present ever." He murmurs against Mickey's grinning mouth, not leaving space for an answer as they melt back together again. It may be February, but their kiss is as warm as a summer's day.
When they break apart, Ian stares into loving eyes, wondering not for the first time what he's done to deserve a man this kind and thoughtful.
"We can just order a pizza." Mickey says casually, reminding him they still haven't got any dinner plans.
"After this? I'm taking you to the best restaurant Chicago has to offer." Ian says, feeling generous. "Get you the biggest honey glazed steak on the planet."
Mickey's eyebrows bounce at that. "That thing comin' in handy already!" He says, slapping the roof of the hotel. Mickey can have his moment in the sun, which is why Ian doesn't point out the insect hotel isn't the same as a beehive. He does however park the idea of beekeeping as something to look into in the future.
"'lright, let's go!" His husbands says, turning towards the house. "But next year it's your turn!" 
Ian smiles, throwing one last look at the gift Mickey got him and plans to give him a dozen surprises in return.
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I walked past this beast at the garden center and instantly thought about how Ian would own several. They're about 300 bucks but so worth it because they can fit so many little bees!! I have a smaller one myself that's very successful and I can highly recommend them, they're so much fun!
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5 year anniversary of the miette post \o/
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prinnay · 6 months
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Powergoth girls
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nereb-and-dungalef · 8 months
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Mongolian history class, 2022, start of the semester. We're having a discussion on animal slaughter, featuring the one Mongolian student in our school.
The student explains that he's slaughtered animals himself, and there are two ways of doing it that avoid the spilling of blood. For a small animal like a chicken, you reach up into the chest of the animal and sever the arteries. For a larger animal like a camel, there's a spot on the forehead that, when hit hard enough, causes the animal to die instantly.
While this discussion is going on, a couple of the students are sharing something back and forth on their phone
The professor calls this out, asking if what they're sharing is more interesting than Mongolian animal slaughter
The room is dead silent for a few seconds. The two students look at each other awkwardly.
Eventually, one of the students pipes up:
"Well, the queen of England just died."
And without missing a beat, another student:
"Did they hit her on the head like a camel?"
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sexy-sapphic-sorcerer · 5 months
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Fifteen immediately changing the TARDIS to warm toned lighting is such a mood
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chimo-ver2 · 8 months
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8th Anniversary🎊
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