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[idettaglihere]

mi mancano 800 grammi e sarò a -55 kg 🥹🥹

chi lo dice alla Jess di un anno fa che ce la stiamo facendo? nonostante tutto, nonostante il mondo contro

[saetoshis]

i am doing Big Girl Things and registering for classes and planning out my school credits i should get myself a cake to celebrate

[sangronxx]

Were your taxes all fucked up after you did OF?

Not that I know of 👀👀👀

[lunarlivs]

but with him there, everything else fades away

drarry doodles below the cut <333

[profit-of-doom]

By this time next year I won’t be drinking coffee

[emiko-matsui]

I want to be an Emily but I know that I am a Murph

[claypigeonpottery]

a commissioned cat portrait

[luvscharlos]

Charles: “i know you too well now”

Carlos: *nods in agreement* 🙂‍↕️

[saetoshis]

HWELLOOO !! i am going to a wedding this weekend so might not be as active BUT i’ll have some lil posts here n there !!1!1!&-&-

[yourslarry]

Louis Tomlinson Leaning On ‘Brother’ Harry Styles After Sad England Loss in Euro 2024

[saketoge]

MUSHROOM LIVE SPECIAL 🍄 CAN'T GET YOU

[frenchiepal]

07.10.24 🎃🍄 seven hours at the library and the semester hasn't even started yet....ough ough

[xoxochb]

I bet we’d have really good bed chem (me and my fictional crush)

[windslar]

INFJ: Quiet and mystical, yet very inspiring and tireless idealists.

With a gaze that seems to see beyond the present, Dara Chae moves through the world with quiet grace. Tirelessly empathetic, she understands everyone but feels misunderstood in return. Driven by a vision of a better tomorrow, she delves into the heart of problems, seeking not temporary fixes but lasting healing. Despite her reserved nature, she navigates social situations with artful precision; yet she shares her truest self only with those who have earned her trust. Dara possesses an uncanny intuition allowing her to predict what happens next, guiding her away from conflict toward peaceful resolutions. In love, she is a poet of affection, yet fiercely guarded and prone to withdrawal the moment trust wavers. 

Dara will be my founding sim for my MBTI Legacy Challenge, which I just published earlier today. Please take a look and see if it's something you'd be interested in playing. I'd love to meet your OCs and see your creative interpretation of the challenge. ❤

[caustinen]

clegan drabble — chance encounter, first meeting, modern au

By the third time the guy makes his way over to the bar, Gale has to really work on not throwing his Coke bottle to the liquor shelf and start breaking stuff.

”Seriously man, are you sure we don’t-” ”No, we have not met before,” he responds as politely as he can through his teeth, “and no, I do not need company. And no, I will not go home with you. Excuse me.”

The guy’s drunken gaze falls to his lips as he talks, making Gale suspect he has not heard a single word he has said all night despite repeating himself over and over. The glassy eyes eventually turn back to his, and the man licks his lips as his expression morphs into a what he surely thinks is a seductive smirk.

”Come on, baby. Humor me a bit. Let my buy you a drink.” Gale exhales in frustration. The ick he gets from this man is ridiculous. ”I told you already, I don’t need a drink, I’d really just like to-”

He stops abruptly when the man takes a tight hold of his bicep. ”Hey, could you-” ”This hard-to-get act is getting old now, gorgeous.” ”I’m not-” The grip gets tighter, another hand reaches for his thigh, and Gale is about to get violent despite not wanting to get in trouble at their frequent spot when-

”Hi Buck, there you are! I’m real sorry I left you here all by yourself for so long, the queue to the toilet was insane.” A pleasant, carefree voice comes up from behind him. He turns to find a gorgeous smile on a gorgeous face he doesn’t recognize. The man’s smile is tense on a futher look, though, and his eyes are questioning as he lays a careful hand on Gale’s shoulder, clearly ready to pull back immediately if he gets any indication that the action is unwanted.

Gale exhales quietly again before covering the hand now on his shoulder with his own, immediately catching on. ”It’s okay.” It’s easy to slide away from the icky man’s grasp now, his surprise making him loosen his hold on Gale. Gale tries to avoid looking at him and accidentally leans closer towards the other man, his aura calming despite towering over Gale’s propotions in every direction. The man doesn’t seem to mind, still smiling from under his curls. ”Ready to go home, doll?”

Gale nods immediately. The drunk dude has been looking between them for a bit before his eyes land on the taller man. ”I’m real sorry mate, I didn’t realize he was-” The man’s face changes immediately when he looks away from Gale to the other guy, the youthful happiness turning into coldness that makes him look mature and strick. ”Yeah, whatever. Go home, sober up and learn some fucking manners, you fucking jackass.” With that, he’s gently leading Gale to the door.

He doesn’t let go until they are out of the other guy’s view, but he does drop his hand immediately as the door closes behind them. It’s probably the chill of the autumn evening and not the departure of the solid body against him that’s making Gale feel cold suddenly but it’s still unpleasent. ”Sorry,” the man says almost frantically, ”I didn’t mean to intrude but you were looking pretty miserable before he even showed up and when he got his hands on you-” The man sighs and shakes his head. ”Didn’t look like you were happy with it, somehow, so I just wanted to check on you. No clue where the fake boyfriend thing came from though, I’m so sorry if I-”

”Don’t be,” Gale says firmly, and the man immediately relaxes again, ”I don’t know why I froze like that, it was nice someone else de-escalated it like that. My friend went to argue with his boyfriend on the phone like 30 minutes ago and never showed up again so I was pretty pissed anyway.” The man nods, and the warmth Gale feels under his intense gaze shouldn’t feel this exciting, surely.

”Well then…” The guy lifts his arm and scratches the back of his neck, ”I don’t wanna take more of you’re time, I hope you’re oka-” Gale doesn’t think, in an unusual manner to him, when he interrupts him. ”I, eh, actually… I’d love to thank you somehow? Maybe buy you some late night dinner?” The man’s face lights up again, and Gale feels silly in a way he doesn’t often do.

”I’d love that. I’ll go tell my friends I’m leaving and meet you up here after?” ”Sounds good.” They stare at each other for a beat despite the words, and Gale swears he’s not blushing when he sticks his hand out jerkily. ”Gale Cleven.” The man smirks, his eyes turning to lines as it overcomes his face. ”John Egan,” he introduces himself as he reaches to shake his hand, ”but you can call me Bucky.”

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

YOOOOOOOOOOOOO