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[cabramso]

apologies to Claire Higsby nation for not fluffing her hair sufficiently in my last drawings. listening and learning this valentines day

[padawankestis]

lars mikkelsen’s presence as thrawn is crazy…when he got really close to sabine and said “you have gambled the fate of your galaxy on that belief”

[kuroppiii]

your theme is so cute and yummy sometimes i just look at it in awe 😔✊

omg stop before i give you a big big ol’ smooch 😓🫶

THIS THEME GOING ON STRONG FOR ABOUT 3 YEARS NOW!!!

sometimes i worry that it feels like it’s outdated bc of that ngl 💀 it’s retro! we can say that 🧎‍♀️

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

JE ME LES SERS MOI-MÊME, AVEC ASSEZ DE VERVE, // MAIS JE NE PERMETS PAS QU'UN AUTRE ME LES SERVE !!! 🗣🔊📢📣🔥🔥

[pulptv]

⠀⠀𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗣𝘛𝘝₁₉₉₉ ) :⠀ CHRIST, LOOK WHO'S WANDERED IN ! thank you for applying wispy. catherine zeta jones, havana rose liu and tom sturridge as the fbi captain, sawayama associate and moreno godfather is all yours. you have twenty four hours to send in an account and read over the checklist. get ready, new york is one hell of a city . . .

*  \̲\̲   catherine   zeta  -  jones,  cis   woman  +  she/her.  ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   jacqueline   diana   lovegrove?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   agent   medusa.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a   fbi   captain   that’s   protected   by   the   fbi,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the   fifty  -  four   year   old   is   known   to   be   fractious   and   obdurate,   yet   decisive   and   mercurial.   it’s   wrath   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their   favourite   song   on   the   job   is   i   put   a   spell   on   you   by   annie   lennox   and   are   never   seen   without   a   slick   sheen   of      revlon   rum   raisin      ;      cheap      +      easy,   stashed   in   the   pocket   of   every   blazer   she's   ever   deigned   to   own,   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   divinity,   achieved   with   black   coffee      +      crossword   done   in   exquisite   fountain   pen      (      like   the   answers   were   always   yours,   preternatural   knowledge   like   birthright   that   you   wear,   favoured   fineries   always   draped   around   slender   shoulders      )      ;      woman      /      weapon      /      find   the   trigger   on   both,   love   it,   cherish   it,   fear   it:      you   have   always   been   like   this,   god   built   on   hair   -   pin   latch.   sounds   of   sleek   stilettos   on   linoleum   floors,   expensive   perfume      +      gas   station   gum   rolled   between   pearled   canines,   the   kind   that   glint   in   the   light   before   they   find   softest   part   of   your   maw      -      bard   himself   said   it,   hell   has   no   fury   like   a   woman   scorned      ...   so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    claire,  twenty4,  she/they,  aest.

  *  \̲\̲   havana   rose   liu,  demi   woman  +  she/they.  ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   lily   dawn   seoh?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   honey.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a   bottle   girl   +   dancer   at   blue   moon   that’s   protected   by   the   sawayamas,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the   twenty  -  seven   year   old   is   known   to   be   embittered   and   spiritless,   yet   shrewd   and   aureate.   it’s   pride   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their   favourite   song   on   the   job   is   gibson   girl   by   ethel   cain   and   are   never   seen   without   a   rose   -   gold   crucifix,   unintentionally   catching   dimmed   spotlight,   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   sofia   coppola's   approximation   of   girlhood:      frothed   taffeta,   strewn   messily   over   an   armchair   that   already   groans   with   the   weight   of   garments   just   like   it      /      ashtray   overfloweth   next   to   unmade   bed,   saccharine   gourmands   too   -   sweet   on   wrinkled   polyester.      (      +      when   ethel   cain   sang,   let   him   make   a   woman   out   of   me      ...      oh,   little   prophetess,   couldn't   have   imagined   this      !      the   grief,   tar   -   like,   swallowing   you   whole      /      parting   gifts   are   so   much   grander   than   the   ones   you   ever   received   when   you   needed   them   most,   isn't   that   the   way      ?      )      vodka   cranberry,   pink      +      sour   -   sweet,      +      golden   curls   that   tangle   in   straps      /      sweetheart,   you   can   give   it   up   now      -      they   all   know   the   ebullient   laughter   is   false,   veneered,   prettiest   little   lie      (      amongst   so   many   others      ).   so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    claire,  twenty4,  she/they,  aest.

  *  \̲\̲   tom   sturridge,  cis   man  +  he/him.  ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   valentino   gabriele   moreno?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   hamlet's   sparrow.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a   godfather   that’s   protected   by   the   morenos,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the   thirty  -  eight   year   old   is   known   to   be   iniquitous   and   splenetic,   yet   jocose   and   ribald.   it’s   lust   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their �� favourite   song   on   the   job   is   sympathy   for   the   devil   by   the   rolling   stones   and   are   never   seen   without   designer   sunglasses,   propped   atop   jet   -   black   mess   that   curls   in   city's   humid   heat,   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   a   tempest   made   manifest,   first   rumblings   of   devastating   storm   that   builds   across   the   sea:      lightning   always   strikes,   baby.      (      sanguine,   stained   crimson,   droplets   on   sleeves      /      what's   life   without   a   little   risk,   high   fashion   without   a   little   blood      ?      better   someone   else's   than   your   own,   sunday   service   nosebleed   stinging   a   little   too   fiercely   these   days.      )      pledge   allegiance,   violence,   over   family   bible      +      cross   your   heart,   swear   in   your   father's   tongue,   that   nobody   on   gods'   earth   will   live   to   fuck   with   your   family.      (      oh,   sweetheart      ...      heavy   is   the   head   that   wears   the   crown,   especially   when   it's   destined   to   snap   your   neck   in   two.      )      tradition,   always:      lunches   after   church,   no   fuckin'   weapons   in   the   kitchen   lest   nonna   find   out,   kiss   your   knuckles   before   you   leave   prettiest   indigo   in   your   wake   so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    claire,  twenty4,  she/they,  aest.

[mangoposts]

LISTEN TO GODS MENUUUUU

I luv that song i like the dude with the deep voice who says he’s cooking like a 5 star michelin

[an9st1]

tour | chris sturniolo

description: y/n has been friends with the triplets since she could remember, and after being in almost every video they have ever posted shes been invited to go on tour with them.

fluff

"n/n, you ready?" chris yells to me from another room. "yeah" i respond walking out into the main room. while laura and nick talk i pull out my phone opening tiktok.

i pick a song and start recording while chris runs over to jump in. when the tiktok ends, i pick up my phone to watch the video and caption it "tour ready" and post it to my main tiktok.

"love your hoodie" matt compliments after stealing my phone and taking selfies with it. "thanks" i say with a confused smile as we both know chris gave it to me.

"and were off" nick says helping to pack stuff into the back of the tour bus.

after we all settle in and are on the road to our first show matt decides to go live. he sits down next to me as he talks to the many fans while im on my phone. soon enough chris comes around sitting next to me with his arms folding over me and matt which gets me to engage in the live stream. as soon as i do, the comments flourish with questions of why im on tour with them as i am not a "sturniolo triplet" matt starts to adress the comments when chris looks at me and i interupt matt.

"its nothing really deep um," i pause "they invited me cus i didnt want to be home alone for that long and we kind of go everywhere together" i state more as a question "but um yeah, i also didnt wanna be away from them for that long so" i say lightly.

"yeah uh, we knew that you guys would be asking but its nothing deep or anything shes just are bestfriend and we wouldn’t want to do this wihtout her" chris pleads for me as i smile and nod my head, he looks at me and gives me a side hug. matt says his goodbyes and ends the live on a good note saying how excited and scared he is to meet so many people.

after the live ends we head to sound check and when that was soon over the triplets started meeting fans. i stood close by taking pictures with a few fans mostly watching the boys interact. im so proud of them, they’ve come so far. i am in awe.

one of the last fans for now comes over and says hi to me and takes a picture and we then head over backstage to get ready for Q & A's. i am so lucky to be able to be apart of the q & a portion, laura insisted.

the fans ask so many fun questions and i really enjoyed answering them.

"this question says 'whos your favorite fan friend-ship out of all of you'" nick reads. "honestly i- ive gotta say the fan favorite 'chrisy/n" nick answers smiling at us as the crowd screams, matt agrees and the fans go even crazier, chris and i laugh. "honestly who dosent love them" nick interupts over the fans. the crowd screams even louder if that was even possible, going crazy.

once the fans calms down i answer with shortness of breath from laughing "honestly mattchris" i say and the crowd yells again and me raising both ny hands up scooting back.

"matty/n" chris says with a dumb smile on his face and the crowd screams louder.

once the q & a's were over we got ready for the show and matt pulls out the camera to record "how we feelin?" he asks "so fucking hyped i answerd "ayyee" chris says running over to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "fit check" matt says to me .

"umm, these aree like cargo-y pants from- i dont know where, air force ones" i give a look that says 'obvi' and this hoodie that chris gave me"

"barsss" matt says high fiving me" we say bye as the performance starts.

music starts playing loudly and the crowd screams. as soon as we enter the crowd goes even wilder. chris’ arm around my shoulder as mines around his and nicks and we start vibing and sining along. chris and i get close to the crowd picking up a recording phone, singing to it and posing.

after many vibes and video recording, singing, and bereals, the shows over and we meet more fans.

finally, after all the fans have been met, we head back to the tour bus and pack up as it rains. chris and i's hoods are up as we pack stuff in the trunk and fans record.

we enter the bus and i hug everyone telling them that that was amazing and how proud i am of them. soon after, we go through a drive thru as i scroll on my phone on the couch. i laugh as i scroll past so many fan edits of chris and i, showing him the funny ones.

“theres seariusly so many it’s like insane.” i say to the recording camera nick is holding.

“n/n, chris have you seen all these edits?” matt says laughing knowing we definitely have. I hit him playfully rolling my eyes and then lay my head on chris’ lap as he scroll through tiktok and nick stops the camera.

[sunsetforestzone]

🔥BOUGHT A TRANSGENDER MAN TWO PINTS🔥

WAKE UP SUNDAY

WIFE JUST PUNCHED ME

SAID SHE'S HUNGRY

GOTTA GO 🔥COOK🔥

[ratmouseshrtwo]

DATMOUSE YOU WILL ALSO NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME LIKE AN HOUR AGO……

*daps you up through cage bars* /sill

DAPS YOU UP THEOIGH THE BARSSS ITS OK ILL EAT THE BARS OF THE CAGE

[arrowheadedbitch]

WHY ARE NONE OF MY TEXTS SENDING I HAVE FULL BARSSS 😡😡😡

[ribbonchol]

If Mission US was Hamilton:

Nat: How does a b@$+@&d, orphan, son of a wh0re, and a colonist dropped in the middle of a spot were resistance, key to avoiding the- restin' , all started by Great Britian?

nat dropping barsss get lin manuel miranda to add him to the musical

[lotofexplosions]

Hate when people are like "This character is saying BARSSS" and it's just calling someone a slut or a bastard. Like I'm asleep. Please, that's so boring.

[thenickgirl]

Gorgeous mf he pisses me off so bad

BARSSS!!!

[aitan]

Aldilà di tutte le discussioni sulla validità e sul senso degli sconti che il MIUR elargisce come una mancetta per il personale della scuola italiana, vorrei dire al Ministro Valditara che io quelle "agevolazioni" le avrei chiamate così, "agevolazioni economiche", e non benefits, con quella fastidiosa "-s" plurale inglese che va evitata per gli anglicismi e per tutti gli altri forestierismi che, una volta integrati nella lingua italiana, sono trattati come invariabili.

Altrimenti dovremo dire che i teacherssss italiani vorrebbero dei benefitsss anche nei barsss, per bere dei ginsss tonicsss e mangiare snackssss, e poi andare a vedere filmssss scontati, e fare sportsss in palestre con altri benefitsssss tra topmodelssss sculettanti e gigolossss muscolosi come veri machossss.”

La questione continua sul mio blog di periferia.

[blackbellaswan1]

I blaze it in the northern sky until I'm on a soulside journey

BARSSS KEEP IT COMING ANON

[doukeshi-kun]

Tell hyuck I'm gonna *starts beat boxing*

Kisses both of you

omg quan spitting barsss 🔥🔥🔥

kisses you too between your beatboxing—call that bluetooth spit kissing