#tell me liessss

[dyke-a-saur]

Listening to Anywhere But Here>>>>

[captainmartin20]

i also really think caitlin is for the girlies like…. some of her mannerisms come on now

she was seeing kate martin almost daily for a few years and ur telling me she’s never had a tiiiiiny lil crush on her?????

don’t believe it.

[guggi04]

Did we get new Kris/Häärijä content tonight?? Did we? Did we????!!👀👀👀

[darlingletters]

hard to believe lh44

lewis hamilton x angolan!reader (actress)

in which no one believes that lewis hamilton is dating y/n y/l/n after he hard launches their relationship.

warnings: fluff, relationships, kissing, dancing close together, some spelling mistakes, my spelling in portuguese is horrendous so let me know if there’s any mistakes (I didn’t use google translate cause it’s the brazilian version), lemme know if I missed anything else.

an: I put my favourite love song in this, I didn’t even mean to but I think it matches perfectly with the vibe of the plot. hope my angolan girlies enjoy and if there’s anything I need to change, let me know 🤍

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user IS THAT Y/N Y/L/N

user liessss. ain’t no way you bagged y/n

user mhm sure lewis, and my boyfriend is henry cavill

user we know you been single a while but this is a bit much

user it’s ok to be single bestie, no one judging

user she didn’t even like the post

user I also wish y/n was my girl

georgerussell63 👍🏼 yeah lewis!

⤷ user damn even george don’t believe it

carlossainz55 never seen her at a race….

⤷ user 💀 mate I think you’re supposed to aid in people believing lewis not doubting him

user lewis 😭😭 you could of least picked someone people would believe you’re dating

user SHE AINT EVEN COMMENTING

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“WHY DOES NO ONE BELIEVE YOU?” she asks confused as she looks over the comments on lewis’ recent post. she hadn’t seen it until now and only now had the chance to like it.

“I wouldn’t believe me either love, you are way to beautiful.” he says casually as he settles down next to her, placing his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

“that’s stupid.” she says softly, her accent coming out slightly when saying the word ‘stupid’, making lewis smile at her lovingly. “I’ll make a post.” she states firmly, already going to make a post on instagram.

“not right now.” he says calmly, softly laughing as he takes her phone out her hands and sets it down on the coffee table. “right now we are having date night and we aren’t going let anything distract us, so do it in the morning.” he tells her with a smile as he grabs the remote and popcorn and settles it on his lap as she leans her head against his shoulder.

“fine, but in the morning, I am making a post because people thinking you couldn’t have a chance dating me is ridiculous.” she says, her tone still a little irritated from reading the comments.

he chuckles slightly as he lifts her chin to look up at him and kisses her softly, “thank you for being so protective love, but I don’t need it.” he leans his forehead against hers.

“doesn’t matter, I’ll do it anyway.” her frown changing to a smile at the tenderness of the moment. “I love you.” she whispers to him, almost like she hasn’t told hundreds of times.

“I love you too gorgeous.” he whispers back.

“does that mean you’ll finally let me teach you to dance kizomba?” she says hopeful, looking at him with pleading eyes.

he throws his head back in laughter, “you don’t give do you?” he says smiling as he looks back down at her. “fine, I give up, I’ll let you teach me.” he agrees, her smile only growing wider as she stands up quickly and she runs to get her speaker making him groan. “baby, not now.” he says, letting his head fall back on the coach.

“yes now, because then you’ll back out of it. now up you get.” she says setting the speaker up and looking though her song collection on spotify as she picks a song. “we’ll start off easy, a nice slow kizomba.” she smiles as the song ‘loucos’ by matias damásio and héber marques starts playing.

she slowly teaches him the steps. she leads the dance and makes sure he has his hands and feet in the right position.

after a few minutes of trying again and again, he manages to get the steps right and they are moving around the living room to the song as they look at each other without speaking.

he spins her around making her giggle softly which places a wide grin on his face as they go back to the close proximity they were once in and continue moving to the beat of the music.

“you’re getting good.” she whispered to him and she places her forehead against his.

“got a good teacher.” he smiles.

“eu estou tão apaixonada por te, eu acho que tu nem entendes.” she whispers to him in portuguese, making his grin grow wider as he looks at her. (I am so in love with you, I don’t think you understand.)

he hums softly, “I am not exactly sure what you said, but I am pretty sure my response is, I love you too.” he whispers back as he kisses her cheek making her blush.

“és o amor da minha vida.” she tells him with complete certainty. (you are the love of my life.)

“ah, now that I do know and my love, you are also the love of my life. more then you can imagine.” he speaks with the same tone she did whilst looking at her like she hung the moon and the stars.

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yourusername sir lewis carl davidson hamilton is my boyfriend and I, y/n y/m/n y/l/n, am his girlfriend.

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⤷ yourusername LAST NIGHT it took me so long to convince him omd, i thought he’d never do it

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[alexsoenomel]

Steal Me With a Kiss (Joel Miller x Reader fluff)

Summary: You and Joel get high.

Pairing: Joel x Reader

Warnings: WEED CONSUMPTION SO MINORS DNI (don't do drugs kids)

Word count: almost 1.4k

Note: This is my thank you for 1k followers fic. More to come real soon! LOVE YA 🥰

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)  

“Darlin’?” He asked, voice a little raspy. Your heartbeat was in your throat. You adored the way he would call you darlin’, baby girl, sweetheart… It was healing in a way – he gave you comfort you lost when your loved ones perished. 

Your fingertips carefully rolled the joint as your mind drifted into the endless abyss of nothingness. There wasn’t anything to think about. It was Sunday and the world was still in shambles, so you just wanted to relax…You didn’t usually smoke weed, maybe once a month, to cheer yourself up and smile for a change. That was when the world was normal and boring. Now, you just rely on your small stash you found in an abandoned mall to ease your mind every couple of months.

As you were about to light up your joint, Joel, who was supposed to be asleep next to you, turned when he heard the sound of the old lighter your dad gave you a long time ago when you used to smoke cigarettes in the backyard while your mom was at work. 

“I’m about to be,” you smiled. You and Joel had some unfinished business in the air. Between him fucking you endlessly and constantly bickering; you two weren’t exactly just friends. It was clear to both of you that the walls were crumbling and feelings were lingering, but you refused to acknowledge it. 

“Yeah?”

“Are you high?” His eyes were fixed on the joint. 

“Since when do you smoke pot?” 

“Since when are you my mother?” You sassed. Joel rolled his eyes and got up, resting his upper body against the bedpost. 

“Wanna join?” You asked, playing with the joint between your fingers.

“I don’t smoke pot,” he simply said and you knew that was a damn lie.  

“Found it in that mall back in New York,” you explained. 

“Liessss,” you said, dragging your S’s like a snake. He softly smiled, liking the fact that you knew him so well.

“Where did you get that anyway?”

His eyebrows immediately went up when he did the math. “We were in New York a year ago.”

“You cannot exactly buy pot now, can’t you? I use it for emergencies.”

You took your lighter and put the joint between your lips while Joel watched you carefully. You inhaled the first puff remembering how good it made you feel. Last time you smoked weed was a few months ago, when your best friend got infected. You couldn’t sleep, had horrible and vivid nightmares for weeks and Joel had no idea. You chose to not share your struggles with him and he was the same.  

“This is an emergency?” Joel asked, a bit confused.

The smoke stayed in your lungs for a couple of seconds before you exhaled it through your nose. “Can’t sleep.”

You haven’t been able to sleep again. It had been almost a week. You would toss and turn not being able to stop the racing thoughts running through your brain. You wanted to tell him, you desperately wanted him to feel the same, but you couldn’t. It would be too much. Rejection would be too much for you to bear, but at the same time sleeping next to him almost every night made you feel worse. You wondered why he never said anything about that night – the first night– when you drunkenly fucked in his bed and made a deal to meet once a week. That deal turned into every other day and every other day turned into every day. It wasn’t just sex, you liked spending time with each other, having a drink here and there and sharing your stories as much as your shattered souls would allow.

“Your turn,” you said and gave him the joint. 

“Yeah, never better,” he said after a few coughs. 

As he took a puff, he started to cough. “Jesus!” He mumbled. “Shit’s strong!”

“You okay, old man?”

Silence filled the room as you sat there, getting high and enjoying each other’s company. You were light headed, your body didn’t feel like your own but you didn’t mind. Someone else was driving while you were the passenger princess under the influence. 

“Why can’t you sleep?” Joel finally asked, breaking the silence. You swallowed the remaining saliva you had, which was almost none. Ypour throat was dry as you were trying to come up with a lie. Nothing came to mind. 

You sighed and said, “Because of you.” 

Joel took another puff, eyes squinting from the smoke as he looked at you giving you back the joint. 

“Me?”

“Yes, you’re a fucking moron.” You said with a chuckle. 

“And why is that darlin’?”

It was like he was mocking you, knowing damn well the effect his words had on you. He was a tease at the end of the day. 

“Your lips are so kissable,” you mumbled, not really knowing where that came from. The smell in the air was potent and reminded you of what once was; getting high in your room at 3am, forgetting your then troubles and eating a shit ton of food before eventually passing out in the comfort of your own bed. Your problems seemed so minor and insignificant now and you missed them dearly. You missed the normality of it and you missed your family. 

“Why don’t you kiss me then?” Joel asked as he inhaled one last puff before putting out the joint in the ashtray on his night stand. His question stayed in your mind for a few seconds before you actually registered its meaning. Your eyes felt heavy, but your body was still strong enough to fight the haze you were in as you climbed on top of Joel, straddling him. Your palms rested on his shoulders as you struggled to look him in the eyes. 

“Why am I a moron then?” He whispered in your ear as his lips touched your neck, kissing your sensitive spots, knowing how you’d react. You tilted your head giving him more access as you bit your lower lip, holding back a moan. He pulled you close, not wanting to let go as you struggled to give him a proper answer. 

“Because…” 

“Because what?” He asked before his lips found yours. Time stopped but the pleasure he was giving you with every kiss only grew stronger, the need to tell him how you felt was resurfacing. You sighed into the kiss before he broke away, his palm on your lower lip, tugging it slightly. He was high, high as a kite, but still sober enough to patiently wait for your answer.  

“Because…”, you started this time, looking at his soft brown eyes. So much sadness and torment in those eyes even weed couldn’t hide. “You’re not,” you finally confessed. “I am.” 

Joel’s hands went under your shirt and on your hips. “Why?” He asked, visibly confused. 

You took a deep breath, unsure how the words would come out. “I’ve been thinking about us,” you started, picking your words carefully. “Is there an us in this, Joel?” 

Joel’s eyes were too dark to read, but his lips formed a small soft smile. It was good enough to  know you didn’t scare him with your question. 

“I think I made it obvious when I let you play my guitar, that you weren’t just my dirty little secret,” he confessed. 

One thing you and Joel shared was love for music. You both loved to play guitar, well he did because he had one, you played yours when you were a teenager and soon after the world ended you stopped and eventually forgot. It wasn’t until he decided to refresh your memory with the iconic Smoke on the Water riff saying, “Playing is like riding a bike, you ain’t forgetting that.” 

His answer was different from what you had imagined. He wasn’t a soft man, far from it, he would sometimes go cold, refusing to say anything, refusing to feel – refusing to be human. He wanted to not care, but whenever you would smile at him, that want would crumble and so would he. 

“I–” Before you could say anything Joel kissed you, sealing the already broken deal. This time the kiss was different; gentle and more intimate. 

He wanted you next to him, drunk, sober or high. He wanted you – forever and always. 

[send-up-my-heart-to-you]

urrrr wayy too cool to be talking to me (tell me on anon what you'd never tell me off anon)

i know who this is and LIESSSS STRAIGHT LIESSS YOURE SO COOL SHSSHSKSJSHSJ

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

4. "I have re-entered reality to conquer it. To bend it to my will. I am the law."

+1 Lawbringer

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "That's the spirit! I used to shape reality into my image. A long time ago. Those days are over now." He looks at his shit-stained Lickra(TM) jacket with a grim expression.

"Sadly, things aren't going that well in Idiot Doom Spiral Land. Haven't found those keys yet; haven't won that great piece of ass back. No word from my business-buddies..." He takes a sip from his beer.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - This guy's your buddy-buddy. You feel it immediately: you belong to an organization. A fraternity. Of *drunks*.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - *Idiot Doom Spiral*, huh? This is bound to be a good, high-concept conversation. At last!

"What do you guys do around here?"

"What is a... Tequila Sunset? You keep saying it."

"Be seein' you." [Leave.]

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "We are saving the world!" He looks at his comrades.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Please... please don't call... don't call..." begs the man in the pipe.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Okay, we're drinking. We're drinking alcohol -- that's what we're doing. I *tried* to save the world once, a long time ago, with enterprise, creativity and willpower, but that didn't work out."

"So now it's a pirate's life for me."

2. "What is a… Tequila Sunset? You keep saying it."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "It's you. You're Tequila Sunset."

"How do you know this?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "We've met before, don't you remember?"

"No."

"Maybe?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Aha!" He takes a sip from his beer. "Do you want to know how Tequila Sunset came to be?"

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Tequila... Tequila Sunset... Something ominous there.

"For some reason the name Tequila fills me with foreboding. Maybe I *shouldn't* learn what it means."

"Go ahead."

"No, this sounds scary." (Back up.)

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "You think you feel bad *now*, wait till you've heard the story."

INLAND EMPIRE - No-no. You need the *wisdom*.

"Go ahead."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Mhm. Let me take a sip to moisten up my cords..." He takes a big sip, then begins: "Tequila Sunset rolled into Martinaise last Friday. And by *Tequila Sunset* I mean *you* -- the man, the myth."

"Wait, did we meet on Friday?"

"Was I alone?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Hey, let's not jump ahead of ourselves, this is *your* story. Stop interrupting." He takes another sip -- then continues.

"You got here on Friday to solve a case, hoping to be the early bird who gets the worm. And by 'the worm' I mean 'the buzz', because as far as I know, all you did was get piss-drunk..."

"Word on the street is you went around the local hostel telling people that you're a police officer and that it would be *really* fucked up if you shot yourself in the head right in front of them. That's pretty high concept, if you ask me."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - It is.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant's brow is furrowed. He's listening as casually as he can.

"What happened then?"

"Wait. This doesn't sound like me at all."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Well, the *word on the street* may be a rumour, but what happened next is the truth. I was there to witness it, along with these bums here."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Lies, lies, lies! He only speaks liessss.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "It was a late Saturday night, when we, the Union of Moribund Alcoholics, were getting our drink on. Nothing remarkable about this, we get our drink on 24/7. Makes everything warm and glowy, I trust you know the feeling."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Oh yes, you do, *bratushka*. The only thing better than that is pushing the pedal to the metal after you kiss the tie. And off we go...

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "One moment we hear the sound of a motor carriage revving up somewhere on the plaza, followed by a series of dings and bangs."

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - Do you remember the sound of wood cracking? The billboard...

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Naturally, loud noises pique the interest of anybody owning a pair of ears. That's just the reality we're in."

"Naturally."

"Uhm.. I want to get off this story-train right now."

AUTHORITY [Legendary: Failure] - You can't get off now.

VOLITION [Medium: Success] - You have to stay.

INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] - The throttle is jammed and the brakeman's nowhere to be seen! There's no getting off this ride!

KIM KITSURAGI - "I think that we should let him continue with the story."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "That's right! I let you finish all of your stories that night."

"Anyway, there was a brief silence -- a *gasp* of silence, if you will -- followed by a real commotion. We heard the carriage careening towards the coast at top speed."

"Sounded like someone jumped the canal. We grabbed our brewskies and rushed to the jetty -- never underestimate the speed of an alcoholic…"

"What we saw was a sight to behold. A beat up police carriage, containing you. Right there on the beach. You revved the engine and screamed at the top of your lungs…"

"'THE TIME HATH COME.'"

So, naturally, being the curious cat I am, I asked what time hath come, to which you replied…"

"THE TIME HATH COME FOR TEQUILA SUNSET. THE END OF ALL THINGS."

"Oh god. What happened next?"

Say nothing. It's more dignified that way.

"Every word I said was true. Tequila Sunset will break the looms of reality."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Your reality contracted -- you jammed the pedal, ploughed right off the jetty and through the ice."

"We ran towards the ice, whilst you crawled your way out, miraculously unhurt -- covered in seaweed and shit. Like some kind of sea monster."

"When we finally got there you were sitting on the beach, crying. You said that your badge and uniform were in the car. It was too late to get in there though, the carriage had sunk too deep."

"Recognizing a brother in need, we offered our condolences and invited you to party with us, which you naturally agreed to…"

"We asked about the whole Tequila Sunset thing, and you told us it was your name now and insisted that we all call you that from then on."

"Wait, so is Tequila Sunset an event or a name?"

"Tequila Sunset, huh? Sounds pretty good."

"That's not my name. I'm Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau. That's what you should call me."

"My real name is Harry."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "I'm not sure. I think *you* were the event. Tequila Sunset. You know, as opposed to a Tequila Sunrise, which is *long gone*."

[extremecuddlingdragon]

If u have time with writing RQ’s, Maybe something with Big Man having to swallow up one of the other members of Deep Cut? Either because he’s in a rare predator mood or the classic obligatory ‘uh oh danger, gotta slurp’ plot? :O love ur writing sm, ur Shiver and Frye piece was so so delightful!!!

Thank you so much anon! ❤️ Hope this little fic is good for you as I wasn’t too sure what to do but had to write it out. Reminder to all I’m still taking writing and headcanon requests with all my ocs and some canon characters!

Big Man gasped as he saw Shiver get hit by a blaster shot. The octoling attempted to squid roll away from her attacker. She was surrounded by enemies though.

“Ay! (Shiver!)” Big Man called out. “Ay! (Watch out!)”

He then threw himself over her. The enemies shouting at him.

“Big Man?!” Shiver shouted. “What are you doing? You’re going to get splatted!”

“Ay ay! (Shiver I have to protect you!)”

How though? He then got an idea.

“Ay, ay. Ay ay ay! (Shiver, turn into octopus form. I’ll carry you out of here!)”

“What? Why? I can save myself.”

“Ay! (Trust me!)”

Shiver didn’t argue any further. Quickly turning into octopus form. Without hesitation, Big Man picked her up by a tentacle. Bringing her closer to his mouth.

“Big Man, wait! It’s just-“

Shiver was cut off by being dropped into the manta ray’s mouth. Him taking a quick gulp. The octoling moving down his throat. The enemies around him shouting in shock.

“Is that legal?”

“I don’t think so?”

“Hey dude, it’s just a game! Not a life or death situation!”

That made Big Man snap back into reality. His stomach felt heavier and it wasn’t just cause of Shiver. Inside his stomach was a very shocked octoling.

“Big Manta!” Shiver called to him. “I was trying to tell you! We’re just playing Anarchy!”

Shit. He felt bad.

“Whoa, dude!” He heard Frye approach. “I can’t believe you ate her. Didn’t know you had any predator tendencies.”

“Ay…ay. (Shoot…I’m sorry.)”

A whistle sounded. Everyone looking over to the sidelines. An octoling referee was running down a ramp into the playing field. They ran over and stopped in front of Big Man.

“Foul!” They said, handing Big Man a red card. “Your team is going to have to sit out for the next hour. If this happens again, you’ll have to give up your Anarchy license.”

“Ay. Ay ay. (I’m sorry. This won’t happen again.)”

The referee then blew the whistle again and held a flag out toward the other team.

“Team Blue wins this match! Team Orange, you’ll have to sit out for an hour before being able to play again.”

Big Man covered his stomach with his fins and held his head low. Frye attempting to comfort the manta ray. Their fourth teammate was nowhere to be found. Soon though, everyone was sent to the lobby.

“Ay ay, (I’m so sorry Frye,)” Big Man said as they walked out into the lobby. “Ay ay. Ay ay ay. (And you too Shiver. I don’t know what got over me.)”

“I wouldn’t worry about it Big Man,” Shiver told him with a pat to his stomach walls. “At least it’s comfortable in here. Even if it’s a little cramped.”

“Ay ay…(At least you’re comfortable…)”

“Don’t worry about it big guy,” Frye told him. “Enjoy this moment. I’m sure Shiver is loving it.”

“Liessss, all lies.” Shiver joked. “I am honestly enjoying this though. One of you guys should eat me more often.”

Big Man just sputtered as Frye laughed.

“If I get more cuddles than Big Man then it’s a deal.”

“AY! (HEY!)”

[the-black-parade-system]

TELL ME LIESSSS TELL ME SWEET LITTLE LIESSSSSsSSSSS /lyr

[lavenderdame]

my therapist (imaginary): so, what's your relationship to alcohol like?

me: oh, normal I guess

the serpent that lives behind my brain: liessss 🐍 tell her how it makes you feel like a mech pilot. tell her how it feels like you're just issuing commands from inside the shell and watching it move on its own. tell her how each sip feels like a surge of electricity flowing through wires to every corner of your being. tell her now!!!

me: yeah, normal sounds right

[etherealstrike]

hey does anyone actually know the name of this lost song? Below is some more information:

• The song sorta sounds like the 1980s and the singer sounds like Darren hayes abit

• The lyrics in the snippet are (I think) "Your counting all the sheep in the skyyy, you've caught up In a world of liessss, everyone knows that you've got.... Ulterior motives tell me the truthh"

• The original snippet can be found on youtube

• There's alot of theorys on reddit that might give clues

[onyourhyuck]

🎤 Rockstar | l.mk | 18+.

synopsis; mark lee is an infamous rockstar and it’s hard being his girlfriend at times. especially when you want him all to yourself.

warning; possessive and jealous! y/n, mark lee!switch, sneaking, hickeys, wholesomeness! Suggestive, y/n and mark are just cuties. ft renjun.

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐒

mark walks into his own dressing room, not expecting you to be there and immediately kiss his lips. he stumbles back closing the door, gasping for air. “y/n? what are you doing here baby.”

he looks around cautiously because he wouldn’t want his lover to get in trouble by his production. you darkly grins, “asked renjun to let me in here.” the man in front of y/n sighing.

“you did great! i saw your concert and made sure to cheer for you.” mark smiles at your words caressing your hair, face and then lips. he gentle gives your forehead a smooch. “i saw, only saw you.”

“liessss, your fandom was in your view too.” mark chuckles, suddenly lifting you up over his shoulder and throwing you on the couch where he goes on top of you. smothering your face and body with kisses. “yes but you outshined them of course.”

you sigh giving into the kiss attacks, allowing him to sink into you, holding you and to cuddle you. he misses you the most when he is working, but you make the longing worth it after he sees you.

“do you ever get jealous, babe?” he asks suddenly as your eyes shift, you hummed with a nod. “yeah but, can’t help it. some of them are very nice.” he would laugh at the emphasis on the ‘nice’ you told, not believing your words he leans in. “oh really? what’s nice about them.”

you stay quiet with a short smile, “their taste in music.” he simply awes at your answer but quickly sits up. “awe really? you sound so believable earlier.” y/n huffs towards her boyfriend’s sarcasm. “right okay maybe i don’t like them much because of my jealousy issues.”

mark felt your head rest on his shoulder and hands immediately tugging on the thighs, he tensed up and nervously laughs when your body lifts itself up to pin mark on the other side of the sofa. “i think i know how to solve the issues though.”

at first he wondered what you meant by this. Mark’s black shirt would be pulled down revealing the neck and collarbone area, he looks so ethereal in your eyes with the pale glowing skin mixed with jewellery and the outfit outsold him a whole bunch. your lips breathing on his skin sends a shiver down his spine and he moves his thighs up halfway the moment the pleasure hit him.

he swore you found every weak spot on his body in less than twenty seconds he could comprehend. you overfilled him with hickeys around the neck, collarbones, the other side of the neck and even his shoulders at some point. mark lightly breathes out a groan, tugging on the shorts you were wearing.

“is this your way of telling my fans ‘touch him and you’re dead?’ ” he gently laughs, y/n hums a giggle, kissing his lips. “mhm you bet your ass it is.”

mark would stay down beneath you enjoying the feeling of being the submissive one for a while. seeing you so worked up and in control was hot. y/n whispers. “since you enjoy getting me jealous, enjoy being seen as my slut with my markings” mark turns red at the statement, opening his lips to defend himself.

“Nahuh!” your finger hovers over his lips shutting him. “don’t want to hear it baby.” he lightly wraps arms around your waist, scoffing. “i mean..no lie there but still.” he mumbles.

the moment you were about to answer, Renjun knocks and comes in. he points to the door where there were girls chattering, loud enough through the door for you two to hear. “time to leave y/n, the fans are there for mark.”

you nod grabbing your bag and waving goodbye to mark, he knew exactly why you looked so relaxed. the hickeys were enough of her satisfaction to claim him. renjun would let you leave peacefully and then looking at marks neck.

“yah, are those hickeys?” renjun asked and mark clears his throat shaking his head. “no, uh, it’s just mosquito bites what you mean.”

“last time i checked y/n’s name wasn’t mosquito.” Renjun raises his eyebrows teasingly. he then opens the door for the fans who rushed in to question and get their album signed.

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[osakunt]

Baby I…I have this in my mind and…. Argh… just smoking with sanzu….😩

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➫ 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗴𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 [𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽]

➫ 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘇𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝟰𝟬 𝘆/𝗼 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘀 💀✨ 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 <𝟯

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Rolling up yet another blunt you look over to see the tweaked out male beside you. Though he was high as hell, he was good at hiding it but today wasn’t one of those days where he could hide it well enough.

The strand of the herb was probably what got him or maybe the wax pen. It was hard to tell at this point. Going back to the roll in her hands you spark it up bringing it up to your lips for the first puff.

“Make sure not to fall. We’re pretty high up” you look over the ledge of the tall building you two were sitting on. There was no reason for either of you to be there but drugs and decision making don’t mix which brought y’all to finding this spot as your official smoke spot.

“Aw baby, calm down. I ain’t fallin’. I’m too mighty to fall.” He shoots you smirk.

“Ya think Mikey is okay ?”

“(Y/n) let’s not talk about work. Let’s talk about how the clouds are shaped as guns.”

He hops off the ledge to the safe side of the building to lay down pointing towards a specific cloud floating by. “See that one. That one looks like Kakucho’s and the one to the far left looks like that damn stick Ran beats people with….hahahaa that one shaped like my dick” he laughs out loud for the world to hear.

Gazing up to the sky yourself - you look at each cloud he was pointing at. Going to lay down next to him he brings you close, telling you to follow his finger so your eyes wouldn’t get lost as he commented on every cloud.

“You’re hella drugged up, Haru. Let’s go let’s get back to the gang. Bet Kakucho is the one whose worried looking for us.”

“Only drugging thing here is my love for you (y/n)” his words slip out with ease as you help pull his arm to help him stand. Hearing his words you let go resulting in him falling on his ass.

“Ow you bitch what the hell ?!”

“Get up yourself you dumbass !! Who the hell do you think you are saying shit like that ?” You shout bringing in the last inhale of your rolled - somewhat misshapen cylinder.

Putting your gun back in it’s holster you open the door of the top floor of the building to go inside but quickly get pulled back by Sanzu.

“Let go motherfucker !”

“No ! You didn’t say you loved me back asshole !”

“You’re fuckin’ tweakin’ you ain’t gonna remember any of this. Now let go or I’ll shoot your ass.”

“Liessss lieessss lieesss” he repeats throwing a tantrum like a child.

Pulling out your gun to out at his head his reflexes come in action and grabs your wrist mid way to his head. “You know you love me, (y/n) that’s why we’re together. We’re two beans of a ….. of a…”

“Two peas in a pod, you idiot.”

“Seeeeeeee !!! We’re meant to beeeeeeee ~” he sings between the words.

“Now give me kith” he closes his eyes leaning in picking his lips and moving them like a fish. Pulling back from him you stun him your face but eventually give in leaning towards him, landing your lips with his.

Giggling he pulls back letting o of your wrist and grabbing your waist to pull you back in for a make out session. “Let’s go kill some people together, my love” he gives you a twisted smile locking his fingers with yours.

Smoke sessions like these were sometimes a good reminder that the man you loved was a stupid idiot but you wouldn’t change that for the world. Wether he was high as hell or a maniac, you’d be by his side no matter what.

[nowhereinn]

the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and atë is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of dakota johnson, a human born on 5th of january, 1990, a capricorn and named giovanna ‘gigi’ galante. 

hello hello ! i am sim and i’m super excited to be here ! it’s been quite a while since i last was in a group and thought i’d book up some of my free time for a bit ! i’m super excited to be here and introduce to you all miss gigi. i won’t ramble for too long , but let me just warn you this one is a crazy one. i welcome all drama and chaos ! pleaseee read below a bit about gigi and if you want to hit me up to plot or just chat i’m at debussy#7124 on discord !

trigger warnings : violence , alcohol 

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STATISTICS 

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ‣ full name: giovanna 'gigi' galante ‣ deity: atë ‣ age: 32 ‣ birthday: january 5th ‣ gender identity & pronouns: cis female & she/her ‣ romantic status: single ‣ hometown: las vegas, nevada ‣ occupation: bartender at club bacchae ‣ current abilities: the ability to join dreams of people she has thought consistently about, causing her themes of delusion, infatuation, blind folly, rash action and reckless impulse to manifest chaotically within the dreams of the person. in addition to this; through ongoing exposure to atë's powers within the astral plane, she is able to cause episodes of mania and delusion to manifest in the waking world. ‣ full powers: can make men experience delusion and make rash actions (good or bad) through a kiss on their cheek. 

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ‣ face claim: dakota johnson ‣ height: 5'6 ‣ build: slim, slender ‣ eye color: blue ‣ hair color: brown ‣ style habits: all black, ripped skinny jeans, leather, flannels, comfortable chic ‣ tattoos & scars: none

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 ‣ parallels: jessica jones (jessica jones), cece parekh (new girl), lucifer (lucifer), barney stinson (how i met your mother), damon salvatore (the vampire diaries), georgina sparks (gossip girl), rose diaz (b99) ‣ habits: cigarettes, loosing temper, punching walls ‣ hobbies: boxing

HEADCANONS

gigi is a very very very big cheater. loves doing this thing where she’ll start dating someone. make them fall in love and then get bored and move onto the next without letting the other know

violence tw : do not I REPEAT DO NOT call her by her full name unless you want her to deck you in the face

she loves loves loves boxing. it’s basically how she lets out all the pent up anger within her

her go to attire is a black tank top, black ripped jeans, and black combat boots. if it’s too dark you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was there.

moved out right when she turned 18 and jumped around from place to place until she landed at the island. couldn’t wait to get out of the house and went to where her heart told her to. 

she has always seen herself as a lone wolf and is way too scared to get super close to someone. she won’t admit it, but it’s the fear of losing them

liessss so much. especially when she’s working and people are talking to her over the bar. she truly enjoys making up a new persona and sticking with it through the night. the regulars at the club know but the new ones always get so confused’

violence tw : has gotten arrested 4 times. some for stealing, some for getting into a fight, and others just because.

her go to conversation starters are ‘what are the odds that...’ and it’s always followed by an obscure dare

has a vintage bronco that she loves to death, but you can also catch her kicking the tires when it breaks down for the 100th time on her 

alcohol tw : she is a big drinker. hasn’t gone a day without drinking in a long long time , but honestly it’s not her fault. she works at a bar. how can she not take a shot or two while working

she grew up with her mom, her dad being a deadbeat. she loved her mother dearly, but her mom as a hopeless romantic who got herself into trouble by falling in love every 5 minutes with the wrong guy. which is probably why gigi is being a menace to men and men only

her place from the outside is so ugly but on the inside... it’s her sanctuary which she never ever allows anyone to come inside to

she can play the bass pretty damn well and honestly has had the slightest dream of being in a band

never got her license but that doesn’t stop her from driving :~)

[alyjojo]

I cannot stress enough how much one cannot leave the son to his own devices, because to him, that means mischief.

Hubs cracked his phone going to the bathroom...and running out, the other day (I was at GS with our daisy), because he heard little giggles and running upstairs.

He eats cat food, he plays in litter. He opens pantries and climbs baby gates, stoves & tables too. He opens fridges and dishwashers, that “safety inspector” joke has never died, only gotten that much more intense. It used to just be doors 🤦‍♀️

If you do not stop him, he seems to blame you. Like “well the door was not pushed in, you know I’m going to walk right outside if it’s not pushed in all the way 😌” or “if you do dishes, you know I’m going to climb this gate because your eyes are not on me 100% of the time”.

He will only eat food if it’s just left on a plate and we look away, like he has to think he’s not supposed to, then he’ll gobble up whatever. But spoon feed him? HA! Try new things? HA!

He did try PB bars earlier bc I gave him a spoon of PB (every kid wants this, husband wants one too lolol), and then pointed to them and said mm peanut butter. He was like oh, yay. That’s the only win I’ve gotten. I can’t even describe the meatloaf incident 🤦‍♀️ Screamed like I’m killing him to give him a bite...twenty minutes later gobbling up the rest of his sisters bc she left it. Whaaaat is that??

Not exaggerating at all, not him lol, wish I was.

So mischief has been my day.

Lucky he’s the cutest stinkin mischief I’ve ever seen. Yeah butt swats don’t work. Time out in the crib is the only time he’s willpowered his way over the crib and *crash*, so that’s out.

Boy can do a full pull-up at almost two. Also knows his abcs, sounds, up to 20, animals, colors, like I keep joking I’m gonna teach him coding but no srsly...he doesn’t like people either, or doing most things, I’m at a loss 😆🤦‍♀️

Coach is coaching 🥰

I gotta make dinner, keep him out of stuff and on this side of the gate, and shmoo is busy with a craft thing because her SISTER got to do one while she was gone soo...jealousy reigns. Here’s one for you too. “I CANT DO IT”

Lololol, happy Tuesday.

[velvetstreets]

idk i don't mind the lies lmao i think its actually pretty funny of him, though he has a ways to go before he is on robert pattinson's level of telling whoppers in interviews

Me neither lol he funny af esp cause some of these interviewers can’t tell if he’s joking/lying about shit 💀💀

NAHHHH ROB PAT THE KING OF LIESSSS LMAOOOOO