I Wonder.... - Tumblr Posts
she called me her petite baguette is that a sign she's into me...??
??i am confusion??
I wonder if they know,
I wonder if they know that I think of them when I paint my nails. I wonder if they’ll like the color. I wonder if they’ll find it prettier when we hold hands.
Zuko trying to figure out why Amity's voice sounds so familiar:
I Don’t Know
I don’t know if I’ve done the right thing. I don’t know if I’ve misspoken. I don’t know if I’ve hurt or annoyed you. All I do know is I am anxious and worried to have done these things, despite our no longer being involved. I think I still have feelings. I don’t know if they’ll ever truly fade away. I don’t know.... Do you feel the same?
Just finished some SMG3 art! I wonder what he's writing / drawing...
To anyone
What would it be like if the dolan twins preferably Grayson, dated an Indian 🇮🇳 girl or a Muslim girl...like I'm curious to find out. Can someone hook me up with an imagine or something please 😌 Thank you
An honest question
An honest question
Cuts straight to the heart.
An honest answer
I feel honoured and trusted.
I don't know about her.
I don't know about him.
But these bonds have grown stronger
And it will be hard to leave
if an archaeologist says an artifact was probably for “ritual purposes” it means “i have no fuckin clue”
but if they say it was for “fertility rituals” they mean “i know exactly what it was for but i dont want to say ‘ancient dildo’”
~I wonder what his hand would feel like against mine. How would it look?
I wonder what his arms would feel like around me. How strong is he?
I wonder what his lips would feel like against mine. How would he taste?~
-a poem of a new kind
what would people say about you?
if you died today, what would people say about you?
i hope i am not only a mutual to you but also someone you can point at a fictional character and go "oh shit that guy on tumblr is super fucking mentally unwell about that one" about
Thank you @angatag2 and everyone who got me to 50 reblogs!
Every time I get an achievement like this a new curse plagues a random individual. Could you be next?
Guys...tragic news. Maxwell Carter is leaving the platform Twitch. He's done with all the drama, the DMCA strikes, the lack of revenue...he's finished, and he's leaving for good. As are many other well respected creators who are wise enough to cut their losses and leave with their dignity and wallets still intact. It was a shitty site anyways, Maxwell deserved heaps better from the start. He'll be continuing his streams on his YouTube channel from now on. Remember to like and subscribe to help him grow his audience back, and support him on this journey.
i think of that boy i was friends with in elementary school, we would play tag in the field, handball, tetherball. we’d go to the park after school and explore behind the acre of grass. we grew up together, i watched you get taller than me, the different haircuts and colors. i watched you join your first school sport, you watched me get braces, we watched movies together in science. then we kept growing, i was becoming a woman while you became a man. suddenly it was weird to go to the park together, the summer before high school started it wasn’t, we’d walk around and sit on the swings for hours. we stopped hanging out after school. we were still friends but your new friends weren’t very nice, you laughed when they were mean to me. i cried to you about what they said once, you told me i was being dramatic. i’m a woman and you’re a man. i can’t believe i didn’t see it before. i should’ve known who you’d become.
I think I like you.
Said no one with any common sense, ever.
Okay so hear me out...Black Panther...Male Strippers
The men in Black Panther are ALL thick as fuck and it’s pretty much canon that they got all got big dicks and I’ve seen a few stripper!reader/oc fics so why not make the men shake that thing too?
Can you imagine supporting your best friend’s Bachelorette party by going with her to the esteemed strip club of the century and sitting down and then….
*Announcer voice* Known as the Black Pantha to a select few lucky women, but here you can call him King. T’Chaaaaaaalllaaaaaa
Presenting the man known for breaking backs! MmmmmmMMMMMMmmmm’Baku!
Don’t catch attitude around this one ladies or you’ll find yourself catching this dick down ya throat. Erik Steeeeeveeeeeeeeeeeens
And they’re professional wholesome show strippers, but there’s something about you that has them ready to take you home or the private backroom(depends on who ya get I guess)
*end announcer voice*
Okoye, Ayo, and Nakia are the club owners/management so you know their shows are lit. (I’m not attached to any of these ideas and I love open interpretations. I just wanna see how ya’ll write your BP strippers 🤔 )
But forreal, just imagine sitting in front of Erik’s thick ass and then magic happens…
Kind of like Magic Mike maybe?(Haven’t seen the movie, but I think that’s what it was about).
I thought I’d try putting this out there since it worked so well the first time and I’m still sweating over Goddess’ Like What You See? fic sooooo……
Has someone done this already?
Is someone interested in running with this idea and writing one of these stripper! BP men??
…Should I just go back into my box and leave???
❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜ (from matteo, for agatha!)
" no, i-i know, but it— i-it m-must be difficult, l-losing o-one of your parishioners. " as many times as she's been here, delivering flowers for decoration, weddings, funerals, et cetera, she knows that particular man had been coming here for a few decades. " i imagine it t-to f-feel like losing a friend o-or family member. " agatha says, smiling sadly at the father as she places a bouquet of white lilies in a vase, setting it near the casket. with the funeral being held here, of course she offered to provide the flowers for it.
she steps back and gives a firm nod. " i-i think this looks beautiful, a-and i think the family will love it. " looking back at the father, her smile grows a little. " d-d-don't you, father matteo? "
have you ever wonder if some people regret the way they treated you/what they did to you, at all, or they just sweep it under the rug like it never happened?