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[merakidoll]

you should do more ig post w eren it’s so cuteee

thank yewwww !! these were in the drafts so here you go :) i really need to get into a relationship … store ony next ?!? 😄

[silvrmoon]

hi angels, i’m moving blogs, so if we are mutuals and you want us to keep writing together (or if you want us to), like this and i’ll follow you on my new blog. ♡

[expirednostalgia]

STATUS: open @bhqextras

LOCATION: kidsfest, brooklyn art festival

Never in Devi's wildest dreams would she have pictured herself spending her time at the art festival at the kidsfest with face paint on her face that was supposed to resemble a dinosaur. That was however, her unfortunate reality. These were certainly strange times she was living in. "Don't ask, this wasn't my first choice." She huffed when she noticed someone near her. Her dark eyes flickered toward an inflatable bounce house. "They eventually tire themselves out, right?" She gestured towards the children playing inside. "I'm definitely not dressed properly to climb in there." Dread filled her words as she voiced her complaint more to herself than the other.

[sakurajjam]

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[kaywons]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ : @ohsehvns

dawn passed, the sun having greeted the earth with it's welcome warmth. the early hour meant the songbirds and morning dew made for good company as the empty park greeted her. spacious and green, full of foliage and blooms. the kind of place yewon frequented on such mornings— ones where she had far too many thoughts floating through her mind. the dangerous kind that had her finger itching to dial someone she shouldn't. he wouldn't pick up, anyways. and why should he? it wasn't like she could expect anything different under these circumstances. so she walked, meandering through the garden and trailing an ocean of thoughts in her wake and paying little mind to where she ended up. she could have stayed lost in the tempest of her mind if not for the intrusion of a tiny, fluffy bundle of white that lopped up towards her. a soft sound of surprise escaped as the familiar cotton tuff pawed at her legs, hopping and yapping affectionately as the idol knelt down to scratch the spots she knew she liked. ❛ hiya vivi.. ❜ she cooed fondly, the joy evident on her features as she smiled at the bichon frisé, the realization of who the dog should be tethered to yet to shatter the bliss of the moment.

[his-littlefox]

aaron is my sun jacks is my moon cyrus is my rising 💕

[lupaeusarc]

𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛'𝘋 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘔 𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘖𝘙 @unitcd

–  𝗜𝗧  𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗦  𝗢𝗨𝗧  𝗧𝗢  𝗕𝗘  𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗬  𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘  ,  the  effort  put  forth  into  fighting  a  reciprocal  smile  from  blossoming  across  her  countenance  .  ❝  you  know  what  kind  of  way  ,  topper  ,  ❞  the  wolf  ribs  ,  optics  of  umber  pinwheeling  in  their  sockets  as  silken  lips  purse  with  undeniable  amusement  .

❝  you  keep  looking  at  me  the  way  you  look  at  things  you  want  ,  ❞  emma  states  ,  a  matter  of  fact  timbre  punctuating  the  statement  as  one  sculpted  brow  lifts  in  his  direction  .  though  her  expression  bleeds  with  self satisfaction  ,  there  is  an  undertone  of  longing  that  shines  through sparkling irises  as  she  holds  the  man's  gaze  with every ounce of confidence  within  her  reach  .  ❝  you  keep  looking  at  me  .  .  .  the  way  i  look  at  you  .  ❞

[dreampedia]

WHERE: the buttermilk sky pie diner (whether she's sharing a table with your muse or just sitting near them is up to you!) WHEN: mid-afternoon, no specific date (generically current) WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: CAPPED! (thank you to everyone who replied until now but i think i'm done hereeee <3)

"Hey, I've been thinkin' about something," she announced, propping her elbow up on the table and fixing her gaze, bright and pleasantly sharp, on the subject of her attention. The past year had been marked by a whole lot of doom and gloom but Mio was nothing if not resilient. (Maybe even to a fault but we won't get it into that one right now.) "This place has been pretty gloomy lately, right? I thought it might be nice to focus on the positives." A grin takes over, and she smacks the table gently with he other hand. "I want you to tell me just what it is that makes you happy. I promise I won't judge, I'm not that sorta girl."

[dvggered]

@perzysprumia

Rebekah stands, feet rooted to the ground and staring directly into the intimidating eyes of the woman she once grieved for centuries as a small shiver runs through her. She truly believed she would never see those terrifyingly deep emerald eyes again and had finally fully accepted this after years of grief. Yet here they both stand, inhumanly still, taking each other in.

Rebekah is first to speak of course, too full of emotions to hold it inside any longer. She spurts out "Cersei… I-. Well, for once I believe I'm speechless. My brother told me you were in the city but I couldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes. I never thought I would see you again."

Rebekah can't help the way her eyes drift to take all of Cersei in. Again, this is something she never thought she would have the privilege to do again so she takes her time. “I want to say it's good to see you but… is it?”

[neveraftcr-a]

open to anyone, no plot just a one liner, written on beta.

" i don't like the way they keep staring at you. "

[px-px-pc]

Phantom Thread

[expirednostalgia]

STATUS: open @bhqextras

LOCATION: coney island

Marcus had his eyes on one of the large stuffed prizes at the ring toss. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't particularly good at the amusement park game. "That one was kind of close, that has to count for something, right?" There was a hopefulness in his voice that quickly turned into a dejected sigh when the person behind the counter shook their head. He turned to the person nearest to him and held up one of his hands to the side of his mouth, "Do you think this thing is rigged?" Despite covering his mouth from the person behind the counter, he still spoke loud enough for them to hear him, earning himself a glare from them. "I mean, have you actually seen anyone win one of these things?"

[ncstya]

# ʚ♡ɞ  STARTER para @misshcrror em mesas decoradas .

A oportunidade apareceu e Anastasia era muito fofoqueira. Os olhos captaram a figura de Yasemin e, antes que ela decidisse que não queria mais ficar sentada, sentou-se ao lado dela com um pratinho bem servido. Se quisesse beber bastante, teria também que equilibrar com comida e muita água, que colocou ao lado do prato. Um sorriso apareceu nos lábios dela, já que tinha presenciado o selinho que tinha acontecido no palco. Lembrou claramente do momento que estava na conexão com Joseph e sentiu as emoções que estavam percorrendo o homem naquele momento. A filha de Afrodite sempre torceria pelo que o melhor amigo desejava, então era de se esperar que estava prestes a ser filha da sua mãe. "Que gracinha você e o Joseph. Sério, adoráveis mesmo." Os lábios ostentavam um sorriso doce, como quem desejasse saber mais. É óbvio que também conversaria futuramente com o semideus sobre aquele assunto, ele só tinha sorte de Anastasia ter encontrado a ruiva primeiro. Pegou uma batata com um garfo, mastigando lentamente e engolindo. "Quando vão começar a namorar?" Não ligava de ser intrometida, mas realmente estava curiosa para saber como Yasemin sentia-se a respeito dele nos dias atuais. Sabia que havia algumas complicações envolvidas, principalmente pelo passado que compartilhavam (não sabia se já haviam conversado a respeito daquilo), mas desejava a felicidade para ambos.

[bittcrsuite]

open to: anyone. plot in source.

"come on!" devon called out in a sing-song voice, never quite able to turn off the rockstar in her. it had to be after midnight by now, but the blonde was running down the hotel hallway towards her room. she needed some alone time with them, even if it meant giving up a few hours of necessary sleep. swinging open the door to room 316, the blonde stepped inside and held the door, her voice bearing a teasing edge. "we're burning the midnight oil here."

[dollieour]

en   el   momento   justo   en   que   kai   se   sentía   listo   para   dar   el   próximo   paso   con   cheonkyu,   el   destino   jugó   en   su   contra.   el   sonido   de   la   campana   resonó,   marcando   el   final   del   momento   que   había   estado   esperando.   con   un   suspiro   frustrado,   kai   se   vio   obligado   a   separarse   de   cheonkyu   con   un   beso   rápido   en   los   labios.   otra   clase   perdida   significaría   una   llamada   del   director   a   sus   padres,   lo   que   solo   empeoraría   las   cosas. y   para   colmo   de   males,   no   había   tenido   la   oportunidad   de   ver   a   cheonkyu   durante   la   tarde.   ser   hijo   de   uno   de   los   principales   benefactores   de   la   escuela   tenía   sus   desventajas,   como   la   obligación   de   asistir   a   cada   reunión   y   evento   innecesario   y   soportar   la   atención   no   deseada.   sin   embargo,   kai   no   iba   a   quedarse   de   brazos   cruzados.   sin   embargo,   kai   no   iba   a   quedarse   de   brazos   cruzados. cuando   cayó   la   noche   y   las   últimas   monjas   se   retiraron   a   sus   dependencias,   kai   salió   de   su   habitación   y   caminó   por   los   pasillos   en   penumbra,   envuelto   en   un   largo   abrigo   negro.   asegurándose   de   que   nadie   merodeara   por   los   corredores,   se   encaminó   sigilosamente   hacia   el   cuarto   de   cheonkyu.   esta   no   era   la   primera   vez   que   lo   hacía,   así   que   sacar   la   cerradura   con   uno   de   sus   hábiles   trucos   no   representó   un   desafío. con   paso   silente,   cerró   la   puerta   tras   de   sí   y   se   despojó   del   abrigo   y   los   pantalones   de   pijama,   dejando   al   descubierto   solo   la   sudadera   que   había   tomado   prestada   de   cheonkyu   y   su   ropa   interior.      se   deslizó   bajo   las   sábanas   hasta   encontrarse   con   el   rostro   de   cheonkyu,   y   una   sonrisa   se   dibujó      en   sus   labios   al   contemplarlo.   tan   hermoso,   tan   sereno . . .   ajeno   al   peligro   que   se   cernía   sobre   su   sueño.    con   delicadeza,   se   montó   sobre   su   cuerpo,   apoyando   sus   piernas   a   ambos   lados,   y   se   inclinó   sobre   él   para   besar   suavemente   a   lo   largo   de   su   mandíbula   hasta   llegar   a   su   oreja.   " despierta. "   susurró,   continuando   con   los   besos.   " no   puedes   permitirte   dormir   cuando   tienes   a   tu   hyung   encima   de   ti. "   añadió   con   una   sonrisa   traviesa,   acunando   el   rostro   de   cheonkyu   en   su   mano   y   girándolo   hacia   él.

[fka-leah]

all shigaraki needed was some baby aveeno, rubber dish gloves, and an old black lady from the south. he would’ve been set for life.

Imagine how different he would be if he was raised on fried okra and vaseline slathered on his dry ass skin