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[oldfarmhouse]

https://www.pinterest.com

[lakemojave]

[53v3nfrn5]

1001 Nights (1998) dir. Mike Smith, art: Yoshitaka Amano

[valentjin]

put the devil in his place

[prinnay]

telekinesis

[bixels]

This Twitter MLP human redesign drama is a mess, leave me the fuck out of it.

[melverie]

I feel like I'm intruding on something

[gorkloum]

[deadmotelsusa]

Built in the 1950s, the Underwood Motel of Starke, Florida was considered a landmark for those traveling up and down Highway 301. Its pink exterior and neon sign were impossible to miss by each passerby and its on-site restaurant was popular among both locals and travelers.

In the early 2000s, a portion of the motel was damaged by fire and owners Bill and Debbie Buby weren’t able to repair. It deteriorated until the property was so overgrown that you could no longer see it from the road. At this point, the pink exterior was gone and its neon sign would never turn on again. It was eventually demolished.

Source: Mike Woodfin

[callmebabygirll0]

curve

[stellewriites]

mdni !!

pressing your cold hands to cbf!johnny’s neck when he’s not expecting it and laughing when he flinches and yelps.

squealing in turn when he shoves his own chilled fingers under your sweater; doing his best to dig at your ribs at first, wanting to see you squirm. isn’t long though before he starts hooking his deft fingers beneath your bra to pluck at your nipples even as you writhe and slap him away, hissing at him that you’re in public for fucks sake, johnny. keep your paws to yourself.

with one last mean pinch and squeeze he’d let you go and tut.

“i forgot ma gloves again, hen, need warmin’ up. would ya prefer i put them down yer pants instead?”

[oldfarmhouse]

https://www.instagram.com/pollyflorence

[battlecrazed-axe-mage]

This poll is specifically for characters introduced in Dawntrail, so unfortunately Erenville and Krile don't count, but we do still love them too!

[midnightorchids]

Shades of cerise and vermillion paint the sky as the autumn dewdrops coat the grass under your feet. The weather is foggy this morning and there’s a soft chill in the air. It nips at your cheeks and the tips of your nose.

It’s quite peaceful, this time of day usually is.

You stroll through the empty neighbourhood, Jason’s rough hands intertwined with your own. You take turns sipping the steaming jasmine green tea in your thermos, the perfect treat for such a morning. The subtle floral flavour has your tastebuds humming in delight.

“We’re going to be so late for class, remind me why we decided to talk today,” Jason asks groggily, still tired. You don’t answer right away, instead taking a minute to admire his exhausted face. His eyes are sunken in, he’s been working a lot more these days, picking up more shifts at the gym, training more clients. He’s tired and the stress of university classes was not helping the case.

However, despite his fatigue state, Jason still managed to look attractive to you.

You look into his eyes for a brief moment, only to be met by a mischief that danced in his eyes. He grins sheepishly and gently swings your intertwined hands back and forth, patiently waiting for a response. You look down and smile at his antics.

“It’s so pretty out this morning, I wanted to take it in before sitting in that god awful lecture hall,” you reply, taking another sip of the tea. “Here, drink,” you say bringing the thermos close to Jason, he lowers his body to take a quick sip.

“I thought you liked that class,” he asks again, this time confused. His eyes scan your face for an answer, his eyebrows are furrowed and there’s a small pout on his face.

“No Jay, you like that class and I like you, so I suck it up,” you answer, staring at the honey and crimson leaves falling from the oak trees. The air smells earthy, sweet almost and you sigh, pleasantly.

“Wow babe, you’re such a saint,” he says smiling. You let go of his hand and playfully scoff at the statement.

A gentle breeze brushes through your hair, it's cold and has you moving closer into Jason. His hands rake around your waist and you take another sip of the tea to feel some warmth again. You then pass the thermos to Jason, which he takes almost immediately.

“Should we skip,” you exclaim, suddenly excited.

He doesn’t let you finish your thought and replies “don’t even think about it,” and you pout. He bends down and quickly pecks your lips, “You’ll be fine, it's only an hour anyways.” You nod your head in response, he’s right, you made him wake up so early, skipping class wouldn’t be fair.

You're almost near the university, you can see glimpses of the tan brick buildings behind the sea of trees, turning back now would be quite useless.

”I’ll buy you lunch after and we can watch that movie you wanted to watch last,” Jason says ruffling your hair.

“But you said it was sad, what if you cry,” and he grins in response.

“For you, I do anything,” he intertwines your fingers again and smiles softly. You don’t respond, you bite your bottom lip to hold back a smile and you clutch his hand a little tighter.

Jason looks down at you, his heart full, you don’t say it, but he knows you would do the same for him.

[comfortblr]

danny pudi as abed nadir community | spanish 101

[rachemchul]

Conrad + Belly (Hands)