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i'm your boss/the ceo and you're my personal assistant and though i'm married, i can't help but be attracted to you... and now we're working late and no one is at the office anymore and oh your hand is brushing against mine and oh i think i want you like right now

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“To know myself, Take 1. To find a dream, Take 2.”

— P.O.P | HOBIPALOOZA 2022

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this look!!!

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Dove Cameron | NYLON | December ‘22 ♡

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I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me

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hi... been a hot minute... i definitely need to give this page a soft relaunch....

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“that’s my girl” but while you’re cumming

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i currently reside here

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funny how this photo of Anya Taylor-Joy made me gay

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( it’s gratifying to know that some of it sunk it. )  yeah, some of it.

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fluff, pixels on screen, 540x650

(cr. namuspromised)

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(◕‿◕)♡

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Kevin Keller | Riverdale 5x08

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rarestblooms​:

    🌷       she’s  tired  in  a  way  that  no  twenty  two  year  old  should  be  .  he’s  hurt  ,  that  hurts  her  .  his  wounds  shine  under  the  dim  hallway  light  and  hers  are  skin  deep  .  sometimes  that  pain  overcomes  her  and  manifests  in  sobbing  fits  against  cold  pillows  and  sometimes  she’s  throwing  herself  into  work  ,  forgetting  that  it  was  once  something  she  used  to  enjoy  for  the  sake  of  keeping  busy  .  nights  when  he’s  showing  up  here  looking  pitiful  ….  that’s  when  unbridled  anger  rises  ,  although  it’s  calm  and  collected  and  more  dangerous  that  way  .   “   that’s  not  gonna  work  this  time  ,   ”   interjection  quick  ,  pushing  the  pause  on  this  familiar  scene  ,  worn  out  script  something  she’s  longed  to  toss  away  and  never  hear  again  .   “  always  ??  i  always  do  this  ??  ya  don’t  know  what  i  do  —-  how  could  ya  ??   ”   gone  for  weeks  at  a  time  —-  is  he  laying  in  a  gutter  while  he  heals  ,  unable  to  make  it  back  to  her  that  time  or  is  he  just  across  the  world  celebrating  with  other  superhuman  allies  after  a  victorious  fight  ??  phone  calls  few  and  far  between  ,  and  her  story  about  spending  eighteen  hours  beating  an  op  game  on  live  pales  in  comparison  to  his  reality  of  overcoming  a  1 v 10  .  is  that  the  problem  ??  that  this  life  ,  her  life  ,  will  never  be  enough  for  him  ??  enough  to  finally  stay  ….  ??    

             small  hands  brush  over  burning  eyes  ,  having  been  woken  up  only  adding  to  her  frustration  now  .   “   ya  won’t  let  me  go   ….   ya  won’t  stay  with  me  …   so  what   do  i  do  ??   ”   mouth  popping  suddenly  ,  sarcastic  smile  as  if  she’s  just  thought  up  an  idea  .   “   i  should  wait  ,  right  ??  i  should  cook  my  meals  alone  ,  eat  alone  ,  clean  alone  ,  sleep  alone    ——   ”   she  tacks  each  off  with  shaky  digits  ,  hot  tears  demanding  at  waterline  and  the  more  she  runs  through  the  list  ,  the  heavier  her  tone  becomes  .  this  is  her  life  ;  what  she’s  endured  for  his  sake  and  to  say  it  aloud  cuts  deeply  .   “   and  i’ll  thank  ya  …  because  ya  find  time  to  drop  in  —  NEARLY  DEAD  —  for  a  quick  FUCK  .   ”   profanity  spat  ,  which  should  feel  foreign  between  flushed  lips  but  doesn’t  sway  her  in  the  midst  of  feeling  so  much  with  such  little  distance  between  them  .    

when she cries, it’s the one thing that makes him feel like an asshole. her eyes are glistening in the dim light and he knows it’s his fault. he could leave, he knows he could. it doesn’t feel like there’s anything keep him here now.

‘ how could ya ‘ she accuses him and he knows it’s true, that he’s not in her life much, if at all, these days but there’s still that thread, the one that keeps him coming back to her. she doesn’t understand, can’t know the way he wakes up in a cold sweat from nightmares that involve this ending in a way he can’t come crawling back from - if someone, anyone gets too close to the truth and he loses her.

is that his excuse? he’s scared to lose her, so he keeps her at arms length while he pushes her away?

“it’s not my fault i have a job to do!” he snaps back, the venom in his tone more from the age in his bones. “you know i can’t just abandon the city to hang out with you!” she won’t understand, because how could she? he has been told, by other heroes, to find someone like him, who knows how his life works and who can understand that he’s never going to be able to give all of himself to them. 

he steps closer to her, hands falling away from his sore body as she lists of what some version of him expects her to do - he hates that he partially agrees. why can’t she wait? it’ll just be a few more years, a few more nearly fatal injuries, and then he can retire. they’ve always spoken of a life together, why won’t she accept it now?

“sunhee, i don’t expect you to do shit,” he sneers, hands curling into fists at his sides at the sight of her smile. power thrums in his veins, an accident that was always meant to be a good thing and now feels like a death sentence. he was the lucky 2.21% who would have survived such a thing - but he’s been drowning ever since. “you can have your life, with me, without me. but you can’t keep letting me in just to push me back out again -”

one foot in, one foot out. he’s his father’s son, after all.

“fuck this,” he near growls. “i don’t need this right now -” he aches and at times like these, he needs to rest, to heal but he never will. “god knows i’d rather deal with a fight than this, right now.”

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jungkook x airplane pt.2 @ 2018 mama bts stage.

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yourbiggcstfan​:

plot. all three muses are going camping and this is mali & gavin’s first time meeting. your muse could be a mutual partner for a ‘v’ polycule, a mutual friend between the two, or something a little more spicy or t*boo 

“i’m not mad, i’m annoyed,” malti explained and he dropped the cooler into the dirt. he didn’t like being outdoors. there was no wifi, no computer, no nothing out here. he told his teammates that he’d only be gone for a couple of days, but it was looking like the other two wanted to extend the trip before it even started. “whose idea was it to go camping anyway? what’s there to gain from this? mosquito bites, getting mauled by bigfoot, maybe rolling down a hill?”

“real dreamboat you’ve got here,” gavin noted without missing a beat. it took less than two minutes for him to set of their three-person tent and get the rest of the car unpacked for the weekend. so far, the first impression of malti left more to be desired, but as he looked down at the third person in the group, a slow smile spread on his features and he quirked an eyebrow. “if this whole trip goes south, you can’t blame me for throwing him in a river.”

ophelia had always intended to have her boyfriends meet and this was the perfect excuse for it. they were both important to her, and camping was the perfect excuse to get away from the hustle of city life and she was all too happy to sit on a log, sipping on her water while watching them work. she thought she was the luckiest person in the world, even if both of them were complaining.

“no one is throwing anyone in the river,” she said, standing up so she could go over to malti, her arms going around his waist. “c’mon, babe, we’ll have fun here. i won’t let the mosquitos or bigfoot get you.”

it was the perfect get away for her. just the three of them, some trees and a pretty lake nearby. “we can go home if you’re not enjoying yourself,” even if she wanted as much time as possible for the three of them to be together, to bond here. she wanted gavin and malti to, at least, be friends by the time they packed up again. “it’ll be fun, okay? we can go down to the lake tomorrow and i’ll make this entire trip worth your while. i promise.”