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helaena + parents

one more for the chappell roan - issance

you know I could never resist a woman in armor 💁‍♀️

This too shall pass but like holy fuck

ugh i need to drink with post-graduate suga i just know it would fix me >_>

Saweetie 🎀

inside of you are two wolves

LALALI💥 WONWOO

can you get that weird guy out of here please. I’m starting to feel a little bit flustered and i don’t want to confront & come to terms with that right now

Desi gals🌼

i will always say (vintage) americana coquette is not complete without examples of black women thats pure americana and femininity right there

you can literally see where lanas early influences are 😭 (along with chicanas cannot forget them)

Baby megumi 😮‍💨

I'm really just smitten with baby megumi, and I know his papa is, too. he was probably born with a head of thick, black hair; downy soft with that smidgen of baby curl, a lock of which his mother presses between the pages of his baby book upon his first haircut. he's got bright, wondrous eyes that take in his world as if it's not the first time he's been here; he's got an air of bemused intelligence, keen and sharp and yet completely jaded in an old soul kind of way. he doesn't cry much. he's a good natured baby with a genuine smile that lights up his cherub face when his momma tickles his feet, and he sleeps through the night like a pro from a very young age. he plays with his hands a lot, the way babies do. focused on his tiny fists and the way his fingers unfurl and seem to get stuck in his mouth when he puts them in there. he's more likely to get upset when there's too much noise or other commotion. his favorite place to hang out is in the safety of his papa's arms.

he hits a lot of his milestones early- sitting up, walking, eating solid foods. it takes him a little longer than average to talk, but when he does, he's stringing together simple sentences and you have no doubt that he understands what the adults around him are saying.

stay

tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: afab! reader, mentions of unprotected sex, unclear relationship between reader and tsukki, kei is bad at feelings

you hear tsukishima shuffling in the bathroom as you lay on his bed.

looking up at his ceiling, you try to figure him out: is he the kind of guy who’ll kick a girl out after he sleeps with her? will he let you stay? should you get dressed and make a run for it while he’s busy?

instead, you stay where you are, only choosing to drape your arm over your face, the crook of your elbow resting over your eyes. you close them. you’ll leave it up to him to decide what he wants to do with you.

would he walk you home if he kicked you out?

eyes still closed, you hear him come back into the room. you brace yourself for rejection and the eventual walk of shame.

the bed dips as he kneels on it, inching closer to you.

you feel him tap the side of your naked thigh, “open your legs,” he says

you do so, choosing not to remove your arm from covering your face until you feel him clean the mess in between your thighs with a damp hand towel. you guess it’s the least he could do before kicking you out— given that most of the mess is his.

he sighs once he’s finished, discarding the rag, eyes still not meeting yours as he makes his way to the dresser across the room.

“you…” he drags the question out as he rummages through the top drawer.

“want a shirt?”

you hum, and he throws it over to you.

he’s pacing the room again, picking up the various clothing items you were each wearing before the night’s encounter.

you see him fold your pants, the shirt you were wearing, and your bra. he picks up your panties and finally, shyly, meets your gaze, cheeks coloring.

he throws these at you, too. you to put them on.

he’s back to his drawers, pulling out a clean pair of sweatpants for himself. the waistband rests low on his waist as he finally, finally, comes back to bed.

“umm,”

you take this as your cue to leave, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, searching his room for your phone, your keys, your wallet.

“i tend to run pretty cold at night,” he begins, clearing his throat, “do you want an extra blanket incase-

“are you leaving?”

he cuts himself off when he realizes you’re collecting your belongings, your pants already in hand, waiting for you to put them on.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights. your mouth falling open into a soundless oh.

“you want me to stay?” you ask him, unsure

immediately, tsukishima gets defensive, closing himself off, “i mean, no one’s forcing you to.”

he looks away, and you feel like hitting yourself with a hammer repeatedly.

“text me when you get home.” is all he says, still not meeting your eyes.

“tsukki-”

“what.” his tone is harsh. he’s furiously picking at the skin around his cuticles.

“i-i want to stay,” you tell him, nearing him where he is sitting on the edge of his bed. while he still pretends to be upset, he’s readily parting his legs for you to nestle in between them, burrowing his head in your stomach as you stand in front of him, your fingers immediately moving to scratch his scalp the way he likes. his hands gently cup your ass, bringing you closer.

tsukishima breathes in the scent of you and him mixed together through his shirt. you’re good to him. too good sometimes.

the truth is he wants you to stay in his bed (and his heart, and his life) forever.

“call me kei,” he tells you finally, softly, “s’the least you can do after asking me to cum inside you.”

“kei,” you say, smile on your lips, savoring the syllable, “can you get me an extra blanket?”

he huffs, pulling you down to lay beside him, “you won’t need one after i’m done with you.”

The Mountain Goats — Sax Rohmer #1 // Neil Gaiman, The Sandman // @lucidloving // Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince // @kkiaikk_07 on tw // Madeline Miller, Song of Achilles // 墨香铜臭, 天管赐福 (Heaven Official's Blessing) // Shinou Ryo, Zetusbou ni Nake // Five For Fighting — Heaven Knows // Warren Zevon — Keep Me in Your Heart

“i hate my siblings” rip to you but i would kill and die for my brother

you live in a house of god; praying on your knees; and wonder why he never saves you.

on being unloved by god

No because pride and prejudice isn't "I changed myself for you so you would love me back." It's "your blatant rejection and disdain for me made me realize things about myself no one had ever been bold enough to tell me so I sat down and evaluated all my behavior patterns and why they came about and came to the realization myself that I had to work on myself. Also I don't expect you to love me now that I'm a work in progress, so I'm just going to do nice things for you because I don't like seeing you hurt." No wonder P&P fans refuse to settle.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

home as a haunting

90s Chanel era>>>>>

💕💓💞💖🎀

i can’t help but think of mizu x reader who’s working in cosmetology and is super feminine… i’m talking girly girl, pink clothes, items, gold jewelry, hair and makeup and nails are always done… it’s the trope of girl who puts on her hoodies and jeans x girl who takes 3 hours to get ready to go to the grocery store

this idea is so good ahhh

Mizu who lets you straddle her as you apply glitter eyeshadow on the lids of her eyes. She complains and wriggles, but she secretly loves it when she gets to see you like this: concentrated and moody if she didn’t hold still long enough.

You take ages to get ready to go out—doesn’t matter where. Mizu waits on the bed, watching tiktoks of up and coming fencers, all at full volume, completely unaware.

Mizu is always subject to your makeup experiments since she has such good skin despite not having a nighttime routine (she gets too grumpy if you tell her to get up and do a shared nighttime routine)

You’re always jealous of Mizu’s thick dark eyebrows and you often have to bribe her to let you pluck them.

Mizu lets you paint her nails sometimes when she’s wine-drunk and happy and in love. She smiles brightly and giggles when you’re finished. Demands you to take photos of your intertwined hands.

in public, you know the image you both make: you, draped in pink clothes and frills and makeup and mizu—swathed in black and wearing combat boots and that perpetual frown on her face.

Regardless, It’s a nice balance and you sometimes braid Mizu’s long hair, dress her in your own clothes, paint her eyelids and brush blush onto her face before kissing her softly.

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adventure time’s princess bubblegum and marceline inspired this one

a canon event for every oldest daughter is being told “you would be a good lawyer”

DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989)

thr funniest part of therapy to me is when you first come in and you're exchanging niceties and they say "hello! how are you" and you say "im fine how are you :)" and then 30 seconds later they put on their therapist voice and say "so how are you doing?" and you go well lisa. believe it or not im doing Bad

little miss automatically goes silent when something hurts her feelings

H-How do I look?

She wears a ring from me >:v