Pete Davidson - Tumblr Posts
Just finished dumb money. The ending scene is Paul Dano and Pete Davidson running butt ass naked in a thunderstorm.
Based as fuck
A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)
Part 52 (Masterlist)
Part 53 Coming Soon
@bruciemilf it’s all about the grind bestie
Can you believe I didn’t photoshop the Tonight Show photos? That actually happened. (They did it for me.)
Thanks for the love everyone <3 I’ve noticed a lot more people commenting who aren’t Battinson/Batman/DC fans but follow the AU anyway, and that really warms my heart. Thanks for joining us :)
Things are happening. Gotham is in suspense. Bruce is being social. Please pray for Caleb’s sanity. But that’s all for now! Buh-bye!
Ariana Grande no tears left to cry twitter layout.
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opinion on men who are ugly in a hot way
the reason my world is spinning and turning
So, I have a few updates.
I'm writing fanfiction for The Eurovision winning group Måneskin (Each of the members) and they are all x male reader.
I'm thinking about posting illustrations for pride month, that relate to my experiences of being queer and living in a somewhat homophobic society (as in the country I live in) and also about the positive things that have happened because of online communities etc.
I also have fanfiction about Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Pedro Pascal, Corpse Husband and Pete Davidson coming up, but they are still gonna take a while, so just keep your eyes open for those.
So that's my little update.
Happy Pride month!!!
Pete Davidson in Big Time Adolescence (2019) for my little sister 💖
The only explanation for Pete Davidson having all of these celebrities that like him is that he made a demon deal. He's counting his years.
pete davidson being ridiculously adorable
(queer eye’s tan france takes pete davidson shopping)
+ bonus
summary - zeke likes plants
word count - 500
warnings - i don't think there are any :)
author's note - ive been sorta going through it lately, so here's to being inspired by myself. i hope you enjoy <3
Once every few months, Zeke would get his hands dirty. He never bothered to used gardening gloves; he preferred the wet soil against his skin where it could leech out all the bad in his mind.
The only reason he'd started caring for the plants to begin with was because of how many his grandmother had left him after she'd passed. He had to decide whether he wanted to keep and care for them or if he wanted to go through the hassle (and possible guilt) of throwing them all away.
Plus, his budding interest in plants made it easy for him to cop some seeds to grow his own weed.
Plus, his budding interest in plants made it easy for him to cop some seeds to grow his own weed.
Eventually, he realized working plant maintenance into his routine was easier than anticipated given how organically it happened.
The best times were when the plants grew too large for their containers. He’d go to the kitchen and look for old jars that could fit them, sometimes taking armfuls to keep in his room. Then he’d go outside and gather dirt, making sure it was dark, healthy, and moist.
To move a plant, you have to break it. For it to grow into new soil, the mass of threadlike roots has to be broken. Zeke sometimes felt bad hurting the plant, but he knew it had to be done for new growth.
He’d always try to find the metaphor in it, but nothing’d ever felt right. Nothing that serious felt right when the sun was on his neck and the grass was cool beneath his legs and feet. When the dirt slid between his fingers, all he could think of was holding the plant as softly as he could, cradling it between long calloused fingers.
When the plants were safely in their new containers, he’d pat the dirt down and wipe them clean on the outside. Then came the careful trek back to his room, where he would gently place them by the window that they so loved.
And then he’d watch them for the rest of the afternoon as they grew and repaired themselves, hoping he’d get to re-pot them soon.
That is why there are plants on his windowsill.
Not because they make the air better or because they are pretty. It's to remind him of those rare days he gets to sit in the sun and think only of what is in his hands.