#SHES HERE!! 🥳

[mymelodyisme]

“Hey! It’s Farmer Mys!”

Bonus:

[shawsimmer]

spring is coming to an end ☀️

[darcyolsson]

I CANNOT BELIEEEEEVEEVVEEREHHENEW😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[bookinit02]

EPISODE 5X10: HOME SWEET HOME

In the series finale, the Party joins together for one last battle. Will makes a tough choice, Mike comes clean, and all of Hawkins hangs in the balance.

click here for the playlist!

click here for the comment-free pdf.

[charlotte-of-wales]

Happy 42nd birthday to Catherine, Princess of Wales ♡

[whatabarb]

Colin: So you kissed Debling?

Penelope: Certainly not!

Colin: ???

Penelope: I am a gentlewoman.

[kagomehigurashi]

Happy Birthday, Kagome🩷

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Slaughterhouse Rock. It depicts the character Alex Gardener floating in the air, wrapped up in his sheets. His head falls back and his arms hang limp. This drawing of his figure is repeated four times: one in blue slightly below the first, one in a light green further down and slightly more left, and finally one in a pinkish red a bit down and to the right of the previous one. There's a vague pink outline around the first one. The figures have a light blue outline around them, making them standout against the darker blue background. At the bottom of the piece, a beam of bright light begins. It gets slightly wider as it progress upwards towards the original figure, which is where it stops. Some faded sparkles surround it.]

Inktober - Day 1 (Dream)

Movie - Slaughterhouse Rock (Dimitri Logothesis, 1988)

[clownsoflove]

today i got a new tattoo!! a companion piece to my "in dolly we trust" cowboy boot tattoo on my other bicep

fun fact judy garland was my first love and when I was preschool aged I tried to run away to be with her

[pepprs]

also btw my favorite professor is leavi ng next week and i thougut i was gonna get to say goodbye to her on her last day (next monday) and i put off reaching out to her and buying her a present and everything bc it is um. Too painful to accept that she’s about to leave and i put it off bc i couldn’t bear it. but i finally emailed her today and she won’t be available on monday after all she’s only available tomorrow and i don’t have a present or anythi ng for her and im not emotionally ready to say goodbye like im taking off friday and i was gonna use the three day weekend to prep and brace myself and now i have to do it tomorrow and i don’t have anything to give her and can’t go o it and buy anything bc i can’t drive and i have therapy and even if i could get a ride the stores will be closed by the time im done bc we had to schedule it late today. i can’t fucking take itttttt

[haledamage]

A kiss as if trying to answer a question for Kira/Mason

surprising no one I'm sure, Mason won the honor of first post-Book 3 fic! ~1100 words, a few minor and vague spoilers for book 3. mostly sweetness with a hint of spice (and a fade to black at the end 😉)

A selection of songs Kira plays in this scene (all links go to youtube):

1. Come On In My Kitchen - Robert Johnson (video is a cover by Larkin Poe) 2. Just some lyricless blues guitar (example from Justin Johnson) 3. Fancy Drones (Fracture Me) - Amythyst Kiah 4. Shelter - Dorothy 5. Hard Learned - Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown 6. Hangover Blues - Amythyst Kiah

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Kira could feel some of the tension ease out of her shoulders with the first strum of the guitar. She hadn’t realised just how much she’d missed it in the chaos of the last few weeks, how much she needed to unwind. Her fingers flowed across the strings, and she felt the music wrap around her like a warm hug.

She was halfway through “Come On In My Kitchen,” humming along with the melody, when someone knocked on her door.

“It’s open.”

Even before the door swung open, she knew who would be there. Mason was the only one who would seek her out at this time of night unless it was an emergency.

He leaned against the doorway like a figment out of a dream, all shadow and sharp edges. Effortlessly beautiful. Kira couldn’t help but let her eyes roam over him and drink in the sight.

He smirked as he watched her openly admire him. “Don’t stop on my account, sweetheart.”

It was only then that she noticed that her fingers had gone still, the guitar much less interesting than he was. She quickly picked the song back up more or less where she had been, ignoring how hot her face grew as she blushed. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a music-lover.”

Something passed over his face, but it was gone before she could tell what it was. “Neither would I.”

Mason kicked the door shut behind him as he moved into the room, climbing into the bed behind her without needing an invitation. One of his arms curled around her waist, fitting perfectly into the space between her and her guitar, and he pulled her backwards until her back met his chest.

A relieved sigh escaped her as the migraine she’d been fighting since lunchtime finally unwound as she relaxed against him. She could feel him react in a similar way, the tension in his body easing away as he settled them into a comfortable position.

Kira made a small contented noise when he pressed a kiss to the top of her shoulder. The distraction made her fingers stumble on the strings for a moment before she refocused.

They stayed like that for a while, letting the comfortable silence settle over them. The only sound was the warm, resonant hum of the guitar.

It was Mason that eventually broke it. “Didn’t know you played guitar.”

“Most people don’t.” She couldn’t see his expression, but she could feel his curiosity in the way he sat up a little straighter, angling himself to let her know he was listening. She smiled and let her head fall back on his shoulder. “Being a big name in a small town is like living under a magnifying glass. Everyone’s always watching me. This is something that’s just mine. Just for me and the people I choose to share it with.”

“Does that include me?” There was something pinched and strained in his voice, like he expected her to respond negatively.

Kira stopped playing so she could turn around and look at him. His expression reminded her of the night of the auction, an uncertain frown and a storm in his eyes that gave extra weight to his question. 

She brushed her hand against his cheek, watching his uncertainty drain away as she did, before leaning in to kiss him. She tried to let her actions speak for her, pouring her answer into every touch. It will always include you. I want to share everything with you. I love you.

It was a long time before they parted, and even then only because she needed to breathe.

Mason rested a hand on the nape of her neck, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. His thumb traced the curve of the crescent moon tattoo on the back of her neck, eyes still closed, a small smile tilting the corner of his lips.

“What was that song you sang before?” he asked suddenly. “At the antique shop?”

It took a few seconds to rack her brain and recall the song. She’d been so desperate to find something, anything that could provide him a bit of relief while his crystal was being cleansed that she’d latched onto the first song that popped into her head. And then several more after when he’d collapsed against her, his head buried in the crook of her neck like he wanted to be as close to her voice as possible.

“Fracture Me.”

“Can you sing it again?”

Kira stole another kiss before nodding. “I can do that.”

After a bit of rearranging on the bed to get them back to a comfortable position, she started playing again. It took a minute to find her rhythm again--not helped by the fact that she was now practically in Mason’s lap--but she settled into it before long, and began singing.

There was none of the usual nervousness she expected, none of the uncomfortable sensation of having a spotlight shone on her like she normally got when she sang in front of someone new. This was Mason. He’d seen parts of her - literally and figuratively - that no one else had in a long time. If ever. It felt completely natural to show him this part too.

Kira finished one song and went right into another. Then another. Mason stayed quiet the whole time, unmoving except for his hands, which had found their way under her shirt and were drawing small and terribly distracting circles across her stomach.

Halfway through the fourth song, the music came to an abrupt halt, ending in a sharp gasp when his lips pressed firmly against her throat.

She could feel his smirk against her skin as he tugged back the collar of her shirt to trail hungry, open-mouthed kisses over her collarbone and shoulder. “Don’t stop on my account, sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” she ground out, somewhere between exasperated and needy. “Mason.”

He chuckled, the deep rumble of it making her shiver. “That right there is my favourite song.” He kissed his way back up her neck so he could purr in her ear, “Want to sing it for me again?”

At her nod, he gently took the guitar from her, setting it on its stand by the bed with a surprising amount of care. Once it was out of the way, he pulled her close once more, hands and lips already roaming to the places he knew were most sensitive and could draw the best sounds from her.

Kira didn’t mind admitting this was her favourite song, too. Especially since Mason made an excellent duet partner.

[daggery]

inej ghafa

[darcyolsson]

ALSO i forgot to mention but i finally found a new place to live and im moving out of my parents place again soon 😭😭😭😭💛💛💛🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 no longer killing myself

[kuiinncedes]

aksndbdhdhdhhd

[lieutenant-amuel]

The full list of my characters birthdates :D

January:

Sebastián Bravo - January 13

Laurens de Wit - January 21

February:

Cornelia Aakster - February 7

Leticia Álvarez - February 12

March:

Federico Murillo - March 2

Marta Expósito - March 11

April:

Damián Álvarez - April 17

Matías Gallardo - April 22

May:

Lucas Suarez - May 15

Vicente Serrano - May 26

June:

Ximena Robledo - June 14

July:

Frida Aakster - July 11

Alicia Duran - July 23

August:

Valerio Álvarez - August 18

Valerio’s mom - August 22

Maximiliano Enríquez - August 31

September:

Imelda Hierro - September 1

Hendrik Aakster - September 8

October:

Jaime Bernal - October 9

Verónica Serrano - October 21

November:

Fausto Nuñez Turner - November 9

Emilio Serrano - November 16

December:

Ángel Suarez - December 5

Karel Aakster - December 12

Nicolás Serrano - December 29

[jisungshotfirst]

starkid on tntl......... for me