#slide into those dms

[reallizaminnelli]

also I’m feeling a little chatty on this gorgeous Fat Cock Friday. Mooties, let’s talk. I’m bored and I’m feeling SOCIAL honey

[vulgardisplayname]

send multiple colors if you want.

The Colors of the Moots ask game

Lemon - idk but like you seem really sour and scary Yellow - every time i see you on my dash you're always so happy and it's so lovely! Cyber - when the frick are you offline? like tell me when, i need to know for your sanity!!! do you even have it??? Goldenrod - i really wanna sit next to you and watch a sunset/sunrise. or maybe just look at you. Orange - if you were a fruit you'd be a orange. no explanation. Rust - you seem like you're hanging on by a thread. Mahogany - let's go on a late night drive together and listen to one of your playlists. Red - i am so in love with you. first it was ironic, now it's unironic. so in love. Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3 Pink - biting you biting you biting you biting you licking you biting you biting you Violet - honestly i just wanna kiss you just to shut you up. yeah. Blue - you are the sad mood. the crying moot, even. i am offering a tissue in this trying time. and maybe a hug. only if you want ofc Navy - i have a feeling you hate jeans. Lime - i can't tell if you're serious or what but i am avidly waiting your next post. Green - wanna go touch grass with me? Jade - honestly you have some of the best takes on this hellsite.

[caelyn30]

It’s just… us. Our cute, perfect little galaxy 🌌🎀

[hakusins]

cw // partial nudity

romantic bath time

whit the faithful/swap au idea belongs to @just-dol-headshots !

[kingkatsuki]

Specifically thinking about long distance relationships today.

So tell me how you and your f/o would first meet online?

[ncantari]

♱⠀⠀ ⠀⠀The  wood  creaked  softly  as  she  leaned  back,  the  corners  of  the  𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩  pressing  into  her  spine  like  a  reminder  :  THIS  WAS  NOT  HER  PLACE.  And  yet⠀⠀ ⠀⠀… 

Emilia  sat  with  her  legs  crossed  at  the  ankle,  hands  folded  like  a  good girl,  eyes  fixed  on  the  worn  velvet  of  the  partition.  The  hush  inside  the  booth  was  thick,  the  kind  of  silence  that  wasn’t  empty  —  it  was  watching.  She  exhaled  slowly.  Her  palms  were  cold.  In  silence,  she  made  the  𝔖𝔦𝔤𝔫  𝔬𝔣  𝔱𝔥𝔢  ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰.  Forehead.  Chest.  Left  shoulder.  Right.  Her  fingers  lingered  at  her  heart  for  a  moment  before  falling  away.  ❝  Bless  me,  Father  …  ❞  she  started,  and  stopped.  Her  throat  tightened.  Her  voice,  when  it  came  again,  was  low.  Steady.  But  too  quiet  for  comfort.  ❝  Bless  me,  Father,  for  I  have  SINNED.  ❞  She  didn’t  say  how  long  it  had  been  since  her  last  confession.  She  doubted  the  walls  cared.  She  doubted  HE did,  either  —  whoever  he  was.  Whatever  this  was. Her  fingers  tightened  in  her  lap.  ❝  I  wanted  something,  ❞  she  said,  her  voice  barely  above  a  breath.  ❝  I  touched  it.  I  took  it.  ❞  A  pause.  ❝  I  wanted  to  be  ƃoop.  I  did.  ❞  She  closed  her  eyes,  just  for  a  moment,  and  her  voice  cracked  —  not  from  emotion,  not  quite.  From  restraint.  ❝  But  when  he  looked  at  me,  ❞  she  said,  ❝  I  didn’t  want  to  be  𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶.  I  wanted  to  ruin  him.  I  wanted  to  see  what  would  happen  if  I  let  go.  ❞  Another  pause,  and  she  almost  laughed,  but  didn’t.  ❝  I  did,  ❞  she  whispered.  ❝  I  let  go.  ❞  Her  hands  unclasped.  Rested  open  now  in  her  lap,  like  offerings.  ❝  I  thought  it  would  feel  like  power.  But  it  just  felt  like  fire.  And  I  think  I’d  do  it  again.  ❞  She  went  still.  Perfectly  still.  Her  breath  shallow.  Her  eyes  fixed  on  the  shadowed  screen  before  her,  heart  thudding  painfully  in  the  hush  between  them.  ❝  Does  that  make  me  EVIL?  ❞  she  asked,  not  to  the  priest  —  not  really.  ❝  Or  just  honest?  ❞  No  voice  answered.  Just  the  creaking  of  wood,  the  faint  flicker  of  a  candle  somewhere  far  from  where  she  sat.  She  swallowed,  throat  dry.  ❝  I  didn’t  come  here  to  be  forgiven,  ❞  she  said  finally.  ❝  I  just  needed  to  say  it  out  loud.  ❞  The  witch  shifted  forward,  like  she  meant  to  leave  —  then  hesitated.  And  softer,  like  a  secret  she  hadn’t  meant  to  speak:  ❝  I’m  not  sure  there’s  anything  left  in  me  that  wants  to  be  forgiven.  ❞  Then  she  stood.  The  door  creaked  open  behind  her.  And  the  moment  she  stepped  out  into  the  empty  church,  she  didn’t  look  back.

[caelyn30]

[hitcita]

The mental impact that being a kid who was considered ugly and got bullied and then hitting puberty and suddenly being considered hot has on a person should be studied

[theflyingfeeling]

whenever Aleksi's making music on his streams I always think it's a bit like magic because I don't have a great understanding how that whole thing works and I don't understand how you can just start from scratch and then end up with something that sounds like an actual song?? just, how

and I feel the same when I look at all the crazy talented fanartists on my feed who just take a blank paper and fill it with the pictures inside their heads and soon they're pictures outside their heads and it's right there for everyone to admire now? magic, I'm telling ya

and then I get sad because I can't draw to save my life or create songs out of nothing; I have no magic skills like that that I could show off so effortlessly (even though I know it's by no means effortless most of the time)

but then when I look at Aleksi getting so lost in creating his music it kinda reminds me of how I myself sometimes get lost in writing so that I forget the passing of time and all that. so, idk... maybe writing could be my magic skill? 😭

anywayyyy read the tags pls

[count3rparts]

I hope that the butch engineering/math professor knows I'm in love with her

[transannabeth]

not the way i'm planning out questions to ask agents on The Call when i don't even have a finished manuscript to query

[rubber-glovs]

Hehe I got into epic the musical and now I have so many edit ideas that need to be done as if right now (I will put it off and never think about it again until a couple months later)

[waitingfourever4part2]

So it seems like Type hates Him & wants to ruin his life because *checks notes* Him was bossy when they played together as children and his family has more money than Type’s family. Did I get that right? I feel like every episode I’m dropped in the middle of scenes that started before we got there & I have to play detective to put the pieces together.

[flwrcrownd]

Permanent starter call 🌸🌸🌸

[postnoctem]

not to be an asshole but i think. some people need a little more imposter syndrome actually

[caelyn30]

this is so cute heheheh