Tumgik
#tuesday 24
seniouesbabes · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Lily Maymac 🌸💋🍒🌸 DEAR Lily
THIS YEAR WE ARE CELEBRATING 70 YEARS OF THE HORSEBIT LOAFER, AN ICONIC DESIGN OF THE HOUSE. WE HOPE YOU ENJOY!
YOUR FRIENDS AT GUCCI @GUCCI
7 notes · View notes
kaereth · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
Saw Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse recently and LOVED it - everything was fantastic & I gotta pile on the Spider-Punk fan train (He's so good). if you haven't seen it yet go watch it's so so worth it
4K notes · View notes
Text
The Jack and Davey dynamic of Jack finally meeting someone more chaotic than him and having 0 ideas what to do about it
83 notes · View notes
ye-olde-trojan-horse · 8 months
Text
question for any mcdonald’s employees. when someone orders 24 nuggets, do you individually count each one?
or is it, “this feels like 24 nuggets.”
55 notes · View notes
cypherdecypher · 1 year
Text
Animal of the Day!
Tarantula Hawk (Pepsis grossa)
Tumblr media
(Photo by Steven Mlodinow)
Conservation Status- Unlisted
Habitat- Southern North America; Central America; South America
Size (Weight/Length)- 50 mm
Diet- Nectar; Fruit
Cool Facts- Tarantula wasps have the second most painful sting, just behind bullet ants. I guess we’re lucky they’re pretty shy by comparison. While both sexes have brilliant orange wings and metallic black bodies, females are significantly larger. Female tarantula hawks search for spiders, usually tarantulas, to be used as a living nursery. Encouraging the tarantula to rear onto its hind legs, the wasp will sting the spider on a nerve and cause paralysis. Dragging the spider into its burrow, the tarantula hawk lays a single egg, and covers the burrow entrance. The newly hatched larvae will then eat the spider, weave a cocoon, and emerge as a fully grown wasp.
Rating- 11/10 (Dangerous, brutal, easily defeated by roadrunners.)
176 notes · View notes
theeggoman · 7 months
Text
This is going to sound like the stupidest complaint ever but. I have a 93% in my comics class and it's driving me insane. Like yes, my work is good, but apparently not good ENOUGH. There's something just slightly wrong with it every time that knocks off a few points to drop me to an A- and when I meet with my teacher he says everything is looking great but there's still room for improvement which basically means I will NEVER have a 100% on a single assignment I do because when it comes to art there is ALWAYS room for improvement. Nothing will EVER be perfect. My lettering will always be slightly off and my lines will never be perfectly straight and my shading will always be stipled too thick or too thin and I will never have a perfect comic. Never A+ work, only A-, barely scraping above a B and I feel ridiculous because I've been working soley as an independant artist for three years now, I know people like my art, I know how to make a fucking comic, why do I care so much about a 93% it's RIDICULOUS. But I do care. It matters to me. It somehow feels like a slap in the face, that no matter how successful of an artist I am on the internet, I don't belong in art school.
40 notes · View notes
whoblewboobear · 7 months
Text
I think my main problem with Blue is that like… her hatred towards people that only wanted to help with her is so misplaced more often than not. Like the way she goes in the DR to roast someone, shit talking them in the house, and then her scathing goodbye messages would be a serve if she was really about it. But she NEVER is. Or if she stopped ratting on the people that are telling her the truth? Like she probably would’ve been in so good with Jag and Matt rn if she didn’t run everything Jag said back to Jared (who didn’t even respect her in game, let alone as a person) If she didn’t win veto she was toast. So Blue getting comfortable now and burning her bridge with America who’s TELLING HER THE TRUTH about Jatt is wild. She’s pretty much an island in a house full of duos and the only options she has left are America or Bowie for a final 2 deal. Maybe Cirie if she cuts Felicia again.
She’s not loyal to anyone which is fine, but she’s tanking her social game and burning any jury votes she could’ve had by shit talking so much with people that aren’t loyal enough to keep it between them. She doesn’t have Cam, Cory, or America at this point. Idk where Fe, Cirie, Bowie, Jag, or Matt lie with her but I feel like whoever she sits next to in the end would have their votes before her.
Sure that veto came in clutch for her this week, but she’d have to comp out to even get to final 2 at this point because no one is willing to carry her there when FBJ is THEE best person to drag to the end imo.
Also I’m so fucking sick of the blaccent and the TikTok-isms. Like I’ll never stop yelling about 🔪
22 notes · View notes
umgeorge · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"Golden hour 🌇" - january 9, 2024 📷 @.georgerussell63 / instagram
15 notes · View notes
tjarry · 24 days
Text
you know, all things considered, seeing how this game went - i'll take a one goal game rofl
9 notes · View notes
seniouesbabes · 2 years
Text
Lily Maymac 🌸💋🍒🌸
8 notes · View notes
momowoah · 1 year
Text
The way Tim took a desk job so he could see Lucy everyday without any hesitation was already perfect BUT what makes it even better is that Lucy never tried to change his mind but instead decided to gather their friends so they could all search for a better job for him (IN SECRET because she totally wants to be the one to be like "you know how you sacrificed your job for me? Well I'm repaying you now actually") and after finding the perfect position she devised a plan to get people to move around and open it up and was willing to ask SMITTY of all people for help and like.... I'm unwell
(+ also apparently now that Tim has a desk job everyone knows they're dating which should only mean one thing... More PDA now that you don't have to hide it please it's what gives me the will to leave)
95 notes · View notes
Text
Jack: Hey, Davey! Wanna commit a felony with me?
Davey: Jack, what the hell?!?
Jack: Wait, sorry, my bad
Jack: *whispering* Wanna commit a felony with me?
Davey: *whispering back* Yeah, of course :)
22 notes · View notes
bokkerijder · 2 months
Text
Crying! At The Garden Center
7 notes · View notes
theflyingfeeling · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
Fifth Day of Gift-Giving: Fights (and Reconciliations)
Prompt(s): It had all just been a big misunderstanding and after finding that out, all they could do was laugh or... something else 😏
Today's piece is a standalone unrelated to the previous parts (because, being a hopeless conflict-avoider myself, I just couldn't make the Olli and Allu in that story have a fight of any sort; all the pining is plenty enough suffering for them, don't you agree? 🤧). Even this one is less about the fight and more about the reconciliation, I hope you enjoy (rated M for you pleasure) 😌💞
Tumblr media
~
Olli stared at the empty bag. Where there used to be a perfectly balanced, hand-picked selection of the finest Finnish pick & mix candy that were supposed to last him the whole tour, there was now but a sad pile of sugar left. He closed his eyes and attempted to counted to ten, but reaching eleven, his blood was still boiling, so he decided to keep going until he'd stop clenching his fists and maybe come up with at least some level of adult reaction to this unfortunate event – in the end, it was just candy. It's not like he had suffered great economical loss or profoundly traumatic, unforgivable abuse; that being said, he was still pretty damn bitter about having spent the whole day looking forward to keeping his brain buzzing with some sugar in between the soundcheck and the show, only to peek in his bunk and find his secret stash exceptionally candyless.
He had only one suspect: the only other person in their midst who knew of the secret stash.
Olli supposed he had only himself to blame, however; he was famililar with Aleksi's sweet tooth. Yet, in his moment of weakness (that is, lost in the man's blue eyes and the magic his hand was perfoming on Olli's cock the other night), he had revealed the nook of his bunk bed in which he kept the goodies hidden from sight. Even during their afternoon nap the day before, they had hid the small plastic bag in between them, popping a piece of salmiak or a chocolate button in their (or each other's) mouths every now and then in between cuddles and giggles. Now, Olli realised letting Aleksi that close had been an evident mistake.
"Ale?"
"Hmmmmh?" the man replied from the lounge.
"Come here for a sec."
"What for?"
"Just...," Olli inhaled and exhaled, still trying to find the words that wouldn't completely blow the whole incident out of proportion, "just come here. There's something I want to ask you."
A subtle groan sounded from the lounge (the audacity), and with lazy, dragging steps, hair mishevelled, hands in his pockets, and mouth stretched in a yawn, Aleksi appeared next to him.
"What?" Aleksi mumbled.
You're lucky you're so fucking cute, Olli thought at the sight of him. A bastard, but a cute one.
Olli steered his gaze back to the crime scene, determined to not let Aleksi's endearing appearance distract him.
"It's empty," he growled instead.
"Häh?"
"You ate my fucking candy!" Olli spat out his words.
"The fuck are you on about, dude?"
"The fuck am I–" Olli had to pause to take inhale again, failing at keeping his cool. "The fuck are you about, eating other people's food like an animal?!"
"Someone's eaten your candy?"
"Yes, YOU DID!"
"What? No I fucking didn't! Why do you think it was me?"
"Because no one else knows about the candy but you!"
"Are you sure though? It's not easy to keep secrets around here, you know, all packed up in this bus like herrings in a barrel. Eventually someone else was ought to–"
"Oh my god, Aleksi, why can't you just admit it was you?"
"BECAUSE IT WASN'T!"
"The hell are you two squabbling about down there? I'm trying to have a nap!"
The two of them were startled by Niko's head appearing from a bunk above them. Until then, it didn't occur to Olli that others may have caught up on their argument, let alone that someone may have been trying to sleep through it.
"Oh, fuck, sorry. Olli's just a bit wound up over his–"
"Ooh, yeah, I'm so unreasonably wound up alright, because Aleksi's gobbled down all my fucking–"
"Jesus, Olli, get hold of yourself, it was me!"
Olli was already prepared for another string of accusations against Aleksi when Niko's words hit him and he was left with his mouth gaping open at the unexpected twist.
"Yeah, sorry bro. Saw the bag on your bed, must have fallen there from somewhere. Couldn't really help myself, got a terrible headache and I was desperate for some sugar. I'll make it up to you, so can you please stop shouting now?"
"Uhhhmm," Olli scratced the back of his own ear, suddenly embarrassed for quite a few reasons, "yeah, sorry. It's... it's cool, don't worry about it."
He was too ashamed to look at Aleksi directly, but from the corner of his eye he could see the man raising his eyebrows at him before he stomped away to the lounge area of the bus. Olli took a moment to rub his face and let out a long sigh before walking after him.
Aleksi was already slumped on the couch, his nose as if glued to his phone screen when Olli sat next to him.
"I'm sorry, Aleksi."
Aleksi kept his eyes on his device as he spoke in an icy voice that spooked Olli to the bone.
"Oh yeah? What for? For yelling at me for no reason? For accusing me of something I hadn't even done without letting me explain myself? Or perhaps for being such an uptight control freak about your candy? Because if I had a gigantic bag of sweets on tour, I'd totally let you have–"
"Yes, yes, all of that!" Olli wailed, bonking his forehead on Aleksi's shoulder. "I was just...really looking forward to eating some today."
"Yes, that became very clear."
"Alluuuuuuuuu, I'm sorryyyyyyyy," Olli whined against the man's sweater.
"Don't you 'Allu' me, I'm still upset," Aleksi muttered, although Olli could already feel him soften.
"Is there anything I could do to stop you being upset with me? I really am so sorry." To maximise the effect of his (at least partly innocent) plea, Olli stick out his bottom lip in a pout and put on his best puppy-eyes act. He almost struggled keeping his frown from turning into a victorious grin when Aleksi side-eyed him, lips twitching.
"Guess we can think of... something."
Olli was already loving the sound of that.
~*~*~
Olli wasn't exactly sure how 'trying to keep as quiet as possible while having your dick sucked by your bandmate in a moving tourbus in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep' was an apology rather than a punishment, but he wasn't complaining, quite the contrary; Aleksi's restrained moans were honey to his ears, his soft thighs felt heavenly under his palms, and the twitch of Aleksi's cock between his lips made blood rush to his own hardening member.
"Ahh, fuck, Olli, feels so good," Aleksi whispered breathlessly. Olli could tell he was close to finishing from the way his hips kept jerking, thrusting his erection deeper in Olli's greedy mouth, and the way his hands were grasping the cushions of the lounge sofa. Determined to catch Aleksi at his climax, Olli kept his eyes nailed to Aleksi's fluttering ones as he removed one hand from Aleksi's hip bone and wrapped his fingers around Aleksi's glistening cock, with just the tip remaining in his mouth.
Aleksi's soft whines then turned into surprised gasps when Olli's hand began working on his cock, pumping it while his tongue flicked around the sensitive head over and over until he could feel hot spurts of Aleksi's cum on his tongue and lips. He kept stroking the now pulsating erection, his lips grazing the tip just lightly enough to know it was driving Aleksi insane, not stopping until Aleksi's heavy panting turned into sobs from how sensitive he was becoming.
Having cleaned them both up, Olli sat next to blissful Aleksi and began palming the bulge on the front of his own trousers.
"So. Was that alright for you? Are we even now?"
"Oh, for sure, that was... that was nice. Thanks," Aleksi slurred, still trying to calm down his breathing. "Although... it's... not the whole truth, maybe. What Niko told you."
Olli furrowed his brows.
"What's that's supposed to mean?"
"I mean... yes, Niko ate the candy, but he didn't eat all of it. I had also been to your stash earlier today, but I swear I had put it back where I took it! I guess it really had rolled out, like Niko said, and... well."
Olli weighed Aleksi's words in his mind, still casually massaging his own erection through his pants.
"I see," he nodded.
"Please don't be mad. I promise I'll never eat your candy without asking ever again."
"Oh, you better," Olli snorted, "but, ummmm. Obviously I can't let this go unpunished."
"I'll do anything, as long as you won't start screaming at me like that again."
Honey to his ears.
"You would, huh?" Olli leaned in closer to whisper his command in Aleksi's ear, his nose brushing the soft hair on Aleksi's temple. "Better get on your knees, then."
15 notes · View notes
theangrypomeranian · 6 months
Text
I miss my husband
11 notes · View notes
chiisana-lion · 4 months
Text
disagree with mondays being the worst day of the week actually. its never anything other than tuesday for me
7 notes · View notes