A GAMBLER,

he is just some fictional guy FOR YOU. For me, he is the doom of my love life that doesn't even exist.

Blood moon!!

I don’t usually post my photography on tumblr but I’m really happy with these!!

(Check out my photography Twitter!!)

Like Father like Daughter.

We’ll be kicking off the final leg of The Eras Tour this week, which is hard to comprehend. This tour has been the most wondrous experience and I knew I wanted to commemorate the memories we made together in a special way. Well, two ways actually. Excited to announce that The Official Eras Tour Book, filled with my own personal reflections, never-before-seen behind the scenes photos, all the magical memories you guys brought every single night AND …. The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology on vinyl and CD will all be available for the first time ever only at Target starting Nov 29th. 🤍

International info coming soon!

back in my johnlock era

Jealous Kaz?? Inej, please give him a nickname too! (Oh Jesper! lol) Love this little scene~

miguel o'hara noticing that u really really like his big strong arms pls 🙏

i request

— MIGUEL O'HARA AND HIS ARMS !

pairing : miguel x reader !

a/n : anything for u dumpling!!!! thank you very much for requesting, also i jsut aced in my val game please be proud. p.s guys the reader doesnt know bro is spider-man lmao what a dumbass

It was early in the morning, and you were fatigued. Too exhausted to drive yourself to work, your boyfriend, Miguel, had offered to give you a ride.

You happily accepted.

You yawned, pressing the back of your head into the headrest of the passenger seat as your eyes slowly began to close. Miguel glanced over to you, then let out a chuckle at the sight.

"What time did you sleep?"

Opening your eyes, you were met with a very clear view of your boyfriend's arms.

You knew that he was jacked, for sure, but you marveled at the way his black compression shirt hugged his toned muscles, making them stand out even more than usual. Ignoring the extremely heavy weight on your eyelids, you couldn't keep your eyes off his biceps.

"You gonna answer me or keep staring at my arms?"

This snapped you out of your daze, causing you to blink twice before adjusting your posture. You averted your eyes to anywhere else but him as you felt the heat rising to your face.

"Yeah, ha... like 4, maybe?" You were too embarrassed to actually try to remember what time you finally passed out, but you knew it was late at night.

You didn't notice, but he was getting a kick out of seeing you like this, all flustered over just his arms. The smirk on his face was already formed thirty seconds ago, and he couldn't wipe off the smug that came with it.

"We're here. Don't get out yet though, I'm parking." He had a certain tone to his voice, like he was planning something. You shook your head, not wanting to be the reason he was late for his job, whatever it was.

"Ah, it's okay, I can just-"

You were distracted from the sudden movement of his hand moving from the gear shift, his arm reaching around the shoulders of your seat. He turned to get an accurate view of the rear window, reversing the car. One hand stayed on the wheel, and you swore right then and there that he looked ten times hotter while driving.

The arm you were staring at moments ago was now right in front of you, giving you a perfectly good look at the high definition of his muscles. It seemed that they were flexed this time, but you had no complaints.

Unbeknownst to you, he knew exactly what he was doing. He loved when you showed attraction towards him, and he loved embarrassing you about it even more.

He finally parked the car before looking at you, a small smile appearing when he saw that you were still in a trance with his arm.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled you close to him, embracing you in his arm, looking down at you to see your flushed cheeks. "I'll see you later, hermosa." He kissed your forehead, and you felt your stomach doing flips.

You then gasped in realization, glancing at the time. "I'm gonna be late!" Frantically scurrying to gather your things, you thanked him for the ride before opening the door and hopping out.

"I'll pick you up later?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Sounds good!" You nodded as you gave him one last wave, rushing past everybody near the building in fear of your boss giving you a hard time today.

On the way to your office, you smiled to yourself. You couldn't wait to come home and be engulfed in his strong arms, where you were safe from the world.

Meanwhile, Miguel's head was clouded as he watched you enter the building safely, thinking of all the ways he could get you to blush from his arms again, when really, all it takes is a simple hug.

Underrated genre of spiderverse fanart

Cardan is the biggest fucking simp istg. I love writing his point of view. It’s just: 

Jude. Why can’t I help Jude. I want Jude. Jude love me. 

james buchanan barnes, howling commando, the winter soldier, the fist of hydra, the deadliest assassin in united states history: can you move your seat up