BILLIE WITH EYELINER. DO YOU AGREE?
THE HOTTEST THING ON THE GLOBE IS BILLIE EILISH WITH EYELINER LIKE OMFG SHE MAKES IT LOOK SO EASY LIKE AHHHHHHHHHH
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thank you for poating $$60 bilion on ao3 🫡🫡 i downloaded it and it is now sitting on my kindle so i can read on the bus 🫡🫡 i might be back with my full review by the end of the week 🫡🫡
thank YOU for reading and ur continued lovely support (plus your wonderful help in figuring out how to post this absolute behemoth on tumblr) adjfskd i hope u have a safe bus ride and enjoy the fic when u read it!! <33
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☕️ + booktok!
horrible kill kill kill. aside from the obviously bad quality of the book recs what annoys me most is the obsession with reading as many books as humanly possible and making reading a productivity competition. older generations never viewed reading novels and such as a big deal it was like watching a show or a movie etc. but now it's a part of the endless productivity race and that really sucks all joy and meaning from it :( another thing that's so sad abt it is that reading has always been a very personal experience like it's just u and the book and the world it has to offer but we're all so obsessed with sharing everything and making it relatable rn that even that is stolen and even that is used as a medium to get more attention online which is empty attention anyway but it breaks that sacred relationship between the reader and the book :(
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UR MOODBOARD IS SO CUTE IT MATCHES U SO MUCJ
OMG THANK U MY FIRST THOUGHTS WERE DEMON'S AND MINE WERE COMPLETE OPPOSITES LMAOO
yours suits you so much as well i'm in love AAAA THE STARS WERE MY FAVORTIE BCS U ALWAYS REMIND ME OF STARS BCS WELL URE ASTER AND I LOVE U AND URE MY NUMBER ONE STAR SMOOCHES U GENTLY ILYSM
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I miss you.
I’ll always miss you when you’re away. I want to try and keep myself busy, and yet you keep me distracted, ever present in my thoughts. I cannot help but wait for you, use this time to create for you, and long for you to return. I want to be able to sit like a dog waiting for its owner: my whole life revolves around your presence.
I’d sit here for as long as it takes. Let everything I do while you’re away only bring us closer together. Every memory I make without you, every meaningless thought I have, let me tell you about it all when you return. You’ll always return, won’t you? I want to know what you do when you’re away.
No matter how long it takes, I’d wait for you. The seconds might stretch on into minutes, hours, days, and yet the second you come back, it will all have been worth it. Every moment without you might feel like a lifetime, yet I am not really alive when you are away.
It would all be worth it, as long as you’d miss me too.
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I feel like Al would be insufferable during his rut. Like, following you around constantly, clinging to you, and I feel like he play bites 😋
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Imagine Alastor…
• Experiencing a rut while the two of you are in the middle of getting to know each other, so he decides to distance himself from everybody, especially you. However, that proves to be a difficult task, overhearing you ask Husk if he thinks that he’s lost interest the one time he decides to come downstairs for something to eat.
• Struggling against the natural urge to take you right then and there as he stands next to you, trying to participate in Charlie’s little activities with the rest of the residents like normal. You sense that something is off about him, though, his body language too stiff. A shiver travels up his spine as you touch his arm in silent question.
• Unable to withhold himself from placing a hand on the small of your back, savoring your warmth underneath his touch. ‘Everything is quite alright with me,’ He says as he looks down at you, a subtle gasp tumbling from your lips at the feeling of a singular claw traveling down to play with the hem of your shirt, barely grazing your skin.
• Eventually pulling away from you, turning to listen in on whatever Charlie’s going on about, leaving you utterly confused. He continues to touch you throughout the day, however, seemingly always finding an excuse to handle you. Your shoulders, hips, waist—every part of you gets touched somehow, leaving you a blushing mess.
• Feigning innocence when you confront him about his unusual behavior before bed. ‘Look, I don’t mind you being physically affectionate,’ You start, earning a blink from him, ‘I’m just confused at the suddenness of it, that’s all.’ Instead of admitting that he’s in a rut, he decides to tell you that he overheard your conversation with Husk.
• Shaking his head, politely declining your apology. ‘There’s no need for one, darling,’ He hums, approaching you and reaching out to affectionately cradle your jaw. He dips his head to place a kiss on your cheek, but your sweet scent wafts into his nostrils and ignites the urges he spent so long fighting against.
• Immediately seizing your waist, clutching desperately at your shirt as he brings your bodies flush together. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, too, his ears twitching at the moan he elicits from you. ‘You’re in a rut, aren’t you, Al?’ You ask, receiving no response. ‘Oh, you poor thing. Why don’t you let me help you?’
• Having you writhing and squirming underneath him in no time, your nails raking down his back as he plunges his aching cock inside of you at a ruthless pace. His face is buried in your neck, ears plastered against his head almost in shame over his lack of self-restraint, but you remind him that he cannot control his rut.
• Filling up your poor cunt for as long as his rut lasts, the primal instinct to breed you overwhelming him. All you can do is whine as he goes on about making you a mother, his cum leaking out of your sore hole with his thrusts, your neck and shoulders littered with bite-marks. While he feels guilty, he’s gratified that you’re finally his.
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For Isabel !!! :
are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?
do they express themselves through words or deeds?
they have to pick one: to be loved, to be feared, or to be admired.
MUSE THINGS
are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?
she can do both. but. tongue. after that she can and will fight with her fists. she is not all talk.
do they express themselves through words or deeds?
deeds. she doesn't trust people who express themselves through words, either, believing them to be all talk. this is also something that was instilled in her by her parents. words alone are enchanting, but many times are a poison not to be trusted.
they have to pick one: to be loved, to be feared, or to be admired.
loved. she hides it well beneath an outgoing and chipper personality, but she is lonely. admiration is empty, and fear is tyranny.
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