#sorry for the gif spam

[ofinkandust]

where did they send you while shahrukh kahn over here was playing you?

they are flirting in front of louis' salad?? i cant wait to see the next episode this season is going to be life changing

[teekapoa]

Inner glow top - TS3

credit: @clumsyalienn - ts4 post

fem - teen to elder

3.8 poly - michelle sweater

3.7 poly - estelle sweater

only package and compressed

Don't remove credit and no making profit

download - mega ;; sfs

teen and elders estelle sweater* have weird shadow in cas but fine in game

[esteljune]

Lies of P || A story woven with Lies

[gunsatthaphan]

~ 🧡🐱🍊 ~

[jimmysea]

Today, I came as your audience.

Gemini Norawit as TINN & Fourth Nattawat as GUN MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT (2022) dir. Au Kornprom Niyomsil

[istjun]

JISUNG | MCOUNTDOWN Paris (231015)

[moonystoes]

[tzuyu2wice]

If Woo Young Woo has a million fans, i’m one of them. If Woo Young Woo has one fan, i’m THAT ONE. If Woo Young Woo has no fans, that means i’m dead

[guiltypleasurefandomface]

I think I've mentioned this before....

But why does it look like Brian needs a wee in the Scandal music video when he's doing the solo? He's stranding there with his legs crossed.

Let the man go the loo, people! You're not that hard up for money you can't let people wait around for a few minutes.

[zigzagziggyyy]

~Kismet 1999~ ❤️‍🔥

[christinapotter09]

I have so many harmony feels I will suffocate

[justformula1]

This may be unnecessary and he will probably be voted that already but let’s vote Seb driver of the day on Sunday

*don’t feel obligated and if you want to vote for someone else it’s okay*

[rreskk]

Accident

TW: Mention of drugs/alcohol  Summary: An accident call led to Trevor apologising a few days after. 

You got a call from one of your close friends Trevor. Assuming he’s going to ask you to come to the lab, you answered and pressed the phone to your ear.

His voice came out, blaring and hostile; slurring out some profound and exotic language. “Clear your schedule, I’m horny.”  

Your end of the line went silent as you were comprehending what he just told you. You knew Trevor very well, have done for years. The only time you ever gotten so close was drunkenly hugging each other after a night out on your birthday. That was 2 years ago, almost 3.

“Well?” He’d soon snap, growing impatient and restless.

You breathed out a neurotic chuckle, returning his controversial mistake.

“Hi, Trevor.” You mocked. “I think you probably called the wrong number.”

Trevor’s gasp was faint as he cursed. “What the fuck? That bitch!”

His pitch grew in volume and you held your phone away until his exaggeration was over.

“What happened?” You followed his hissy fit.

“This fuckin’ stripper promised to gimme her number and fuckin’ gave me a fake one!” Accused Trevor who was on a riot with kicking things and throwing shit, from what you could interpret from his background noise.

“Not a fake number, because you somehow called me. Aren’t I on your contacts?”

He muttered. “I did recognise that fuckin’ number, for fucks sake.”

You smiled to yourself at his clumsiness and went to hang up when he hesitated again.

“Wait,” Trevor noticed you were going to hang up, “Could you come up to the lab?”

You had nothing better to do so you instantly agreed.

Driving up to the liquor store, you recognised Trevor’s heavy truck and travelled up the stairs. There was no sound of bubbles or steam, there was also no smell, making you wonder why he called you here when there was no meth cooking.

“Trevor?” You echoed when standing in the middle of the room.

There was a rumble of footsteps, revealing the man himself who wore his usual white T-shirt and grey joggers.

Trevor held a beer bottle close to his chest. “Hey.”

You could smell him from here. You were used to his addictions and habits, it was unusually normalised in your mind, maybe because you were used to seeing him high than sober.

“Should we get started?” You inquired.

He gazed over through his eyebrows. “Get started on what?”

There was slight tension in the air. After you last phone call with him, you started to get the idea and shook your head. Trevor understood your gesture but dismissed it, giving you eager eyes.

“I’m not turning this into one of your flings.” You demanded with hopes of controlling the situations outcome.

He placed his bottle down and held his hands together. “Please, just this once?”

You couldn’t believe this man. You were darting daggers into his high eyes, crossing your arms when he went to hold your hand.

“It doesn’t have to be anything personal.” Trevor muffled in frustration. He seemed extremely drugged.

“That is the damn problem, Trevor. Is nothing ever personal with you?” You furrowed your head and started down the stairs.

You could hear him whine after you but it stopped when you exited the liquor store.

“Asshole.” You shouted before driving off.

There was silence for the next few days. It was odd, considering your pay check was paid on time. Trevor never pays it on time. What was weirder was he never sent a message or call asking you to work. There was not a sight of him after your last encounter.

Your phone was left unsupervised in your bedroom as you were washing your car outside, scrubbing the windows and suffering in the hot beaming sun light.

You were beginning to grow hot and bothered, feeling sweat drip from your forehead and neck. There was a slight moment of cold breeze and your head followed to where that sensation came from.

Eyes peeled to the floor until a shadow covered it. You averted your vision up to be greeted by Trevor, his hands clamped behind his back, face shaded by some sunglasses, and mouth in one straight line

It was too warm to give him any ill treatment so you just flapped your hand and addressed him.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You returned to your car when he cleared his throat, grabbing your attention again.

“I wanted to say sorry.” Trevor struggled, eyes moving everywhere except yours. This may be his first time formally apologising for his actions, and it’s showing.

“It’s fine.” You assured him. Bitterness intoxicating your words without meaning.

He pulled out some roses from his back, pressing them into your chest. “I’m serious. I am sorry.”

These roses smelt fresh. They were stunningly red and beautiful, reminding you of childhood almost straight away. Throwing off your yellow gloves, you cradled them into your hands and breathed in its sent.

“I had a bit too much meth and didn’t mean to pressure you.” He carried on.

You nodded your head to him. “It’s okay, I promise.”

You could see his eyes from behind his glasses gleaming in delight of you accepting his forgiveness. Trevor picked at his fingers when watching you study the flowers again, nervously hoping you were truly happy with them.

“These are beautiful, Trevor.” You smiled. “Thank you.”

He chuckled as he began climbing up his truck. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You nodded.

Trevor smiled. “See you then.”

[simplywrong]

And this too:

[romance-club-daily]

We have another fan of pineapples here, I see 🙈

I know it's such a small scene, but everytime they're acting domestically is cute as hell 😭

[blueeandyellowmakesgreen]

when byler kisses in s5