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You’re either a Morticia looking for your Gomez or a Wednesday looking for your Enid.
Hypocritically speaking, if I come out I could read, interact, in general not hide gay shit.
I wouldn’t have to hide my phone and what I’m looking at if my family knew.
(This will never happen because I’m never coming out to my family and they would probably tell me to stop “shoving it down their throats” or some shit like that if I came out.)
they (alongside several midterms and also a case memo due this weekend) are really cutting into my honkai time. genshin has become nonexistent. we are not ballin
look. i understand if you don't want to do this damn project. neither do i dumbass. but i hope you know that every hour i don't get to spend gaming because of your incompetence is another hour off your lifespan and a solid 10% off your final grade.
urie x touka
AS IF URIE NEEDS ANOTHER REASON TO ENVY HAISE HVCAFEH.ABV;BC.LS
scientist .
premise. the vice to his president, brawn to his brains, rule-bender to his straightener, you’re all of that to sangyeon. yet that’s not enough, you have this need to fill in one more slot. the clues: it begins with his date and ends with for life (but prom works too). protagonists. lee sangyeon x gn! reader ft. dreamcatcher’s siyeon & handong. pantone. high school, classmates to lovers. type. a body of fluff, drops of comedy, and rejected cell of angst. word count. four thousand one hundred fifty four. warning. presence of food and drinks, joke about breaking something, reader’s just so whipped for sangyeon. producer’s note. well well well, what do we have here? mona actually writing more than drabble? gee golly whiz, what a miracle! in a more serious note, vae :D i know these past weeks haven’t been the kindest to you, and i know how much you pine over high school! sangyeon, so i hope this can be a pick me up for you. taglist. @stealanity @zvae @moonieric @yunkiwii @mavericsohn @wooyoung-a @ilysunwoo
“STRIKE ELEVEN.” SIYEON ANNOUNCES, EFFECTIVELY BREAKING YOUR CONCENTRATION.
you look away from your homework to figure out what she’s talking about. let’s see: six of your underclassmen are huddled together, the school council president slash your three and half years crush is being prodded by his friends, and there’s a girl crying a little too loudly to not be noticed.
ah yes, the light bulb has finally ignited.
“poor dawon.” you sympathize before returning your focus to your friends, only to be met by a pair of knowing looks. “what?”
siyeon arches her brow, “do you actually pity her for being rejected?”
“or are you relieved because you have a shot at confessing to the lee sangyeon?” handong finishes her thought.
“have i ever told you how much you two creep me out?”
the eldest of the two chuckles and sarcastically remarks, “plenty of times.”
you roll your eyes and pick up your pen, easing back into answering your homework. chemistry wasn’t your strongest area so full attention was required. at least, that’s what you say so you can evade the repetitive conversation.
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before i go to sleep,,,,i thought others should suffer w me 😇😇😇
Interview with Nele, Nika Shakarami’s girlfriend by Zeit Magazine
‘‘Nika loved the moon, and it became an important symbol in their relationship, says Nele. When they missed each other, they would say: “We don’t live in the same country, but beneath the same sky.” Sometimes, Nika would tell Nele over the phone that she was looking at the moon, saying: You should go outside too, Nele, so we can look at it together. They even called each other “my moonie.” Or Niki and Neli. Or Haku and Chihiro, like the main characters in the anime film “Spirited Away,” which both of them loved. The story involves a courageous boy helping a shy girl escape a world full of monsters. “That was us,” Nele says today‘‘
Nika Shakarami was a 16 year old brave Iranian girl who was kidnapped by the police during the ongoing protests in Iran, brutally tortured, raped and murdered in cold blood. Her burial was on her birthday. Say her name, Nika Shakarami
I want to sit by the fire on a secluded meadow with Arthur at dusk and just BE there
Under some pretty apple trees
me on my way to take my christianity test having not studied, prepared to put down "i am an atheist. god does not exist to me therefore this question is not applicable" for every answer
want me some big loving man that cooks for me and buys me every treat i point at
toji x gn reader - going to the farmers market! - mentions of food - fluff - wc. 680
i need. toji to cook for me. pls (_ _).｡o○
toji is a good cook.
he’s better than good, but he’d never admit it.
he takes you to the farmers market each saturday, buying you flowers from the sweet old ladies who shoot you winks. he plans meals for the week, leading you to the farmstand with two large whole foods bags on one shoulder - list of groceries in one hand and a generous grab of your waist in his other.
he asks you for your input on the heirloom tomatoes piled up in baskets: how many? what color? big or small? do you like the yellow or red ones more? what about the green ones?
toji watches dutifully as you pick up free sample after free sample, and he humors you when you force feed him the leftovers from your bite, insisting it’s delicious and that he has to try it. his card is already in his hand when you spin around to him, eyes wide from your most recent pastry sample.
the whole foods bags are quickly filled with vegetables, breads, and sweets. each item on toji’s list is gradually crossed off—though thanks to a certain someone, he’s bought way more bread and sweets than anticipated. one saltwater taffy sample led to a hefty bag of the chews. a taste test of a honey hard candy meant toji was another $8 in the shit and a bag of candy richer. a nibble of a garlic-rosemary sourdough loaf and toji knew his bag would be sporting yet another parchment wrapped parcel. and—when you’ve got those doll eyes directed right at him—how can he say no to the strawberry rhubarb tart you’re pointing to?
finally, toji steers you away from the baked goods and local chocolatiers towards the fish and butcher stands - toji’s got an absolutely brilliant baked salmon recipe that you can’t go longer than a week without. he also picks up a pound of beef, hoping to slow roast it with the potatoes, onions, and multicolored carrots he bought earlier today.
toji has a plan for everything he buys, so when he’s got enough food for the week, he walks with you back to the car. he’s got both reusable bags filled to the brim, and when you offer to help carry one, he’s nothing short of mortified. does it look like he’s struggling? should he start buying you two bouquets instead of one so both your hands are full? how could he let his love hold such a heavy load? you could end up breaking a nail! needless to say, toji ends up holding both bags: one on his shoulder, another in his hand - leaving one arm free to wrap around your side.
at home, you’re perched on the kitchen counters, slowly eating away at your strawberry rhubarb tart, watching toji move about the kitchen. the two of you chat, bantering playfully while he cooks. toji cuts the heirloom tomatoes you picked out into uniform slices, tossing them into a bowl before sprinkling sugar over the slabs. he covers the bowl with beeswax wrap - bought months ago from the farmers market - and sets it in the fridge to marinate. sugared tomatoes: one of your favorites. then, toji takes the potato fingerlings and quarters them into long strips. they’re tossed with salt, pepper, oil, paprika, onion powder, and crushed garlic before being popped into the oven - baked into the perfect wedges. for veg, toji washes and trims the bundle of asparagus he picked up earlier today, sautéing the shoots with soy sauce and shallots. finally, he cuts the garlic-rosemary bread into thick slices, searing them with butter for extra crunch and flavor.
you hop down from the counter to set the table for two, uncorking a bottle of wine and filling two glasses. toji plates his hard work and sets it down the center of the table, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before sitting down for dinner.
— and before any of y’all get on the reader’s ass for not helping toji cook, i feel like he probably does not care / just enjoys cooking for his loved ones. also i wrote this because i am broke.. and tired of cooking for myself… and would like a big beefy man to buy me a strawberry rhubarb tart…..
Y'all think it's cool having a small figure but let me tell you something. I have had the hardest time finding a skirt that will fit. I've looked on three different websites and their "XS" only goes down to 26" waist. That's nice and all, but do you have like, idk, a smaller size in a skirt that ISN'T ugly? Because all the skirts that would fit me are either bright fucking orange, for some unGodly reason, or so short it barely qualifies as a skirt. I just want some cute skirts that aren't hella long but still modest!
You have actually got to be kidding me. One thing is all I ask for, one thing. And I can’t even have that?
a place where someone loves you — neil hilborn
Crossover of the century: Nacho Libre vs the demon from The Nun
i wanna be an actress with a wide-ranging filmograhy from rom coms to a24 films and get into a promo relationship w robert pattinson but there is a side of twitter arguing that we're really in love because of the way he reached out to take a piece of lint off my shirt in a candid photo but it wasn't lint it was actually just a ladybug that he took for his bug collection but the twitter stans are still right because we are in fact falling in love and eventually have a very sophisticated iceland themed wedding but it's not actually held in iceland it's held in italy
btw dating sucks as a concept.
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it’s time to get rid of all men
hello this is my favourite picture of donghyuck ever
if you opened my brain up right now you’d literally see a little black and white film strip of big meaty men playing on loop. like all i fantasize about is being crushed underneath their weight and being thrown around like a rag.
lullaby
♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader
♡ summary: a struggling draco asks you to sing him to sleep.
♡ requested: yes | no
♡ warnings: insomnia
i used the hunger games song. it gives me comforting vibes, what about it?
“draco what time is it?”
you groaned and shifted to lay on your back.
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