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[apothecaryassistant]

wibbly-wobbly space habitat stuff

[somethingintheforest]

when u reblog stuff you sometimes add the tag #q ??????

you reblogged one of my posts (im not telling you which its a secret) and i saw the tag q and was like wtf maybe its a misclick but no youve done it on other posts

why i must know

Yep!! I'm so proud of you!!!

[noullyart]

parents...

[bumblee27]

Pssssst I want to know 1 - 7 songs that are just vibing with your soul atm :3

I'll go first! California by Ricky Montgomery! Summer by Good Kid! Predator by The Crane Wives! Never the Muse by Madilyn Mei!! Nobody by Mitski! Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan! Cold Weather by glass beach!

@justabit-silly! @blujellyfish21! @secretkittywolf! @nikidykeachu! @ace-of-arthropods! @falseori! @iloveyapping! @4rc7urus634ming! @actuallyaninnocentdude! + anyone else who wants to share! ^^

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[cantwaittomissthatone]

Milk Dilution // #🐄 . . . #justabit #mostimportantmealoftheday #breakfastforchampions #goodfood #teatime #wakemeup #orangejuice #butterandjelly #first_cup #instamornings (at Country Inn) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4NrMmCBdLR/?igshid=1a2860fnciiz9

[mariposas-reylo]

Secreto By Aanuel ft Karol G is forever going to be my song for her 💕💕 ..I dont care lol

Everytime I hear it I think of the good times and smile 😘

[hazysaturn]

dracula | stray kids

word count: 735

sentence summary: chris is feeling a bit weird on a halloween night, and stops by your house to get some help. /chaos ensues.\ 

the doorbell rang for the nth time that night, and you groaned aloud before reaching over the couch and grabbing the candy bowl. although you were annoyed by the fact that no one else wanted to help you with the candy giving operations, you couldn’t help smiling every time you saw a kid dressed in a cute costume. (especially when there was a baby dressed in a fuzzy animal onesie.) 

you reminded yourself that you only had to do this until for a couple more hours, and that’s when your parents would allow you to go to the haunted house that your friends were hosting. (it was actually a party, but they didn’t need to know that.)

plastering a big smile on your face, you propped the candy bowl at your hip and opened the door. 

but, instead of a cute little baby or prepubescent kid, you were met by a blond-haired boy dressed in black, who had his finger hovering over the doorbell to ring again. 

“oh, hey chris,” you said, putting the bowl of candy on the floor, “why did you come early? the party doesn’t start until . . . are you okay?” 

you stopped your own sentence, because your friend that just showed up had eyes that were wide and wild in fear, and you could see two distinct spots of blood on his lips. 

“i don’t, i don’t know what’s happening to me,” he said, walking into your house and tripping over the threshold. he would have fallen if you hadn’t caught him by the shoulders, helping him stand up straight again. 

“what do you mean? are you sick?” you asked, and quickly put a hand over his forehead. it wasn’t hot as you expected, and you frowned as you lead him to your couch. 

“i’m not feverish, i think,” he mumbled, “but my body just feels really, i dunno, weird? and it’s freaking me out.”

“weird? like in what way?” you inquired, and he sighed before speaking again. 

“like, i’m always really cold,” he said, clasping his hands together. 

“my teeth hurt sometimes during the night and but when i look at them nothing seems wrong.” 

“i’ve gotten more sensitive to the sun, and when it’s really sunny my skin feels itchy like i’ve got fleas on me.” 

“and today i tried to eat some garlic bread but then my throat started burning up and i threw up. i mean, i can’t be allergic, right? it doesn’t make any sense. and when i was coming over here my eyesight got fuzzy and my body was aching and i thought i was dying again and-”

“chris, breathe,” you interrupted, rubbing his back and putting a hand over his heart to calm him. you turned yourself so that you faced him and he did the same, his eyes shining with tears. 

“you’re not gonna-holy shit,” you exclaimed, your entire body freezing up at the sight of chris's eyes. 

his eyes were grey. 

you realize that his heartbeat picks up again, as the tempo goes faster and he grabs your hand that is resting on him. 

“what? is there something wrong?” he asked, and you gulp before nodding at him. 

“your eyes,” you said, removing your hand from his back, “they’re, uh, grey.”

his face stiffens, and you two spend a moment staring at each other, absolutely bewildered. then, he lets go of your hands and gets up from the couch and starts running down the hallway to your bathroom. 

and then he shrieks yells. 

he runs out of the bathroom, and you notice that large white teeth and sticking out his mouth and covering the two spots of blood that you had seen earlier. 

he has fangs. 

so you shriek yell too. 

both of you guys shriek yell. (until you run out of energy).

“you’re a fucking vampire!” 

“i know!”

“i was right!” you exclaimed, putting a fist into the air in victory. chan arches an eyebrow at you. 

“did you bet on me?” he asks, his eyes growing wide and the space-like color in them intensified. 

“yeah! i mean, you didn’t sleep for four days! what else was i supposed to think, that you’re normal?” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“ugh,” he groaned, burying his face into his hands, “what am i going to do?”

“i’m not really sure edward,” you answered, “but seungmin owes me ten dollars.” 

[eric-sadahire]

Don’t get addicted to escaping.

Face your shit, handle your business, and triumph.

Trading card collaboration with Robert Hugh Hunt

[whenmomsanartist]

Another piece of the current wip. . . . . . #artworkinprogress #expressyourself #artist #justabit #artlovers #cindygardducheneart https://www.instagram.com/p/CMfSXi9Ftit/?igshid=1h8o55h3d6qxv

[yutikyis]

Forgiveness

 I forgive myself.  Those are the hardest words to say. I promised Tyr that I would try but they are difficult. I spoke them before I went to sleep and spoke them when I woke up. I spoke them when I felt like crying and spoke them when I wanted to give up. I must have said them a dozen times during the day and it never got any easier.  Leera and Lloire are two people who couldn’t be more different. Frankly I can think of no two people more likely to want to kill each other. Yet they’re also so absurdly alike. That is what I saw in both of them. Beneath their armor, beneath their power, beneath their self-hatred disguised as anger. They have good hearts and kindness. Both so desperately want to be able to heal. I can only imagine that one would be insulted by a comparison to the other but I see goodness in them both. It hurts. To not see either of them. To be afraid to see either of them. For such different reasons and yet at the heart it is the same. I blame myself. I am certain if I told anyone they would give me the same speech. Tell me how good and wonderful I am. How other people are the mistake. How other people are wrong. I am certain if I told Soren what happened he’d punch Lloire in the face. I certainly know when I told Oni of Leera he seemed to have expected it. Nobody expected anything else of Leera. Nate calls him Bad Water, Aimee seems torn between caring for him and fearing him. The blame is, of course, upon them. I am faultless or close enough. I forgive myself. It hurts to have such expectations put upon me. To expect to be comforted with the idea that I am too good, too right, too worthy. I wonder if anyone realizes how much more painful that makes the mistakes, the failure, the loss. I spoke to Lloire of how he puts Elia on a pedestal and he does. Yet I speak from a place of my own heart. I remember Oni’s hands on mine, speaking so kindly of my unstained hands in comparison to his own. Of Nate’s unflinching surety in my foolishness. Of Soren’s kind words and warmth. Hana’s belief in my ability to be selfless. I am no goddess, no flawless being of kindness. I am a normal girl. I am selfish, I am angry, I have wants and desires, I can be greedy and frightened and weak. I forgive myself. ... I fear that I have made the same mistakes with others. Have put them on the same pedestal that they put others on. That I asked too much of them and was hurt too badly when the could not live up to my absurd expectations. In my own defense I can only say that I do believe what I say. I do believe what I see. In everyone and in them most of all. Perhaps because they believe in themselves so little that it makes me want to draw out, to give them what I see inside of them, to bring out happiness. Am I inflicting the same hurt, the same expectations, the same impossible standard to them? To expect them to do things it took everything I had to do myself? I forgive myself. I miss my friends. Not the fanciful people who I see only at their best. I miss my friends even at their worse. I miss the Lloire who was so sad and lonely as much as I miss the cheerful energetic Lloire who sat up researching magic with me. I miss the cruel and selfish Leera as much as I miss the kind man who offered me a hand when I was hurting. I miss being able to see them and talk to them. I hate myself for expecting so much that I couldn’t give them what they needed.  I forgive myself.  Do I? I don’t know. If I forgave myself maybe I would be able to talk to Lloire. Maybe I would be able to focus on Leera instead of viewing it as a failure. I desperately want to do both and yet I am too weak to. I raise my finger to my linkpearl and my stomach twists in cowardice and fear. I remember how painful it was and I start to shake. I forgive myself. I miss my friends.

[yellow-backpack]

I met Isaac Hempstead-Wright tonight in Chicago and he's genuinely so lovely and down to earth Amazing guy and a top actor!!

[cate-by-the-way]

Y'all, I'm wearing red lipstick. I never wear red lips but I needed some oomph today. Red helps with that right? Be honest, do I look ridiculous? #selfconcious #justabit #makeup #choices

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[lthauz]

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