the year is now 1 A.C.P.

heyitspj:

after club penguin

merry-shikmas:

it’s 7th of april and you know whose bday it is today :D

it’s jackie chan’s bday reblog this during this time and you will get money

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slayboybunny:

“sir what you did is literally 100 percent illegal”
“ok but get this: im a rich white person" 
“oh sorry about that sir" 

chapped lips

thespideyimagines:

A/N: it definitely has not been 84 years since i last posted something other than a snippet… idk what time vortex you have been sucked into, but nope, it’s definitely only been a few hours since i last posted something. enjoy! the word count is 463 words so this is more of a drabble… 

 summary: you love watching peter take pictures, but it’s really cold outside.

 pairing: peter parker x reader


You were sitting on the bench, bored as could be. It was cold and damp outside and you were snuggled up in multiple layers, even wearing Peter’s beanie since you’d forgotten yours and your ears were turning red.

You watched him silently, still bored, as he took pictures of the scenery around the two of you. He was mostly focused on the people immersed in their activities and the river. You usually loved to watch him take pictures on his camera, but today you were tired and cranky and cold.

And your lips were getting dry.

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bodhirocking:

in conclusion: bodhi rook is goddamn important and anyone who says otherwise is welcome to meet me in the arby’s parking lot tonight 

Tessellate

tomhollandish:

Part 2

Summary: You, Tom and Harrison are in quite the predicament when you unexpectedly meet your best friends other best friend. Sometimes, interests can overlap. Part two of three.

Word count: 4,280

Warnings: Cursing


He wakes up on the couch, of all places, tangled up in sheets he never remembered grabbing. His head doesn’t hurt, but there is an extreme amount of sunlight dripping through the windows. It blinds him for a moment, before he jolts awake.

“Shit,” he coughs, rolling onto his side, and incidentally, right onto the floor. There’s a plush rug to break his fall, but Harrison Osterfield still hisses in pain. His phone has landed face down, and he gingerly picks it up, hoping to god the screen isn’t cracked.

It isn’t. But there are two notifications. One from you, and one from Tom.

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