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[nicolacoughlan]

SEULGI PSYCHO

[eritvita]

kisses roland's nose, mwah <3

@intothewildsea

He takes her and spins her into a low bow of a sweet kiss.

[hibipping]

ESUNSEINI THEIR ADORABLE

Cuddly boyfriends (they have intense war reflexes and they kick each other in their sleep)

[toorvu]

Only I know where your Heart is

[saintfijiwater]

[milasics]

CASONA. ' yo no puse tu nombre ahí... ' señala con la vista el papel donde están los interesados en bailar en parejas. la idea es que los interesados se anoten o como parece ser el caso: alguien te anote sin que te des cuenta, para bailar con alguien al azar. la idea motivó a la población mayor más que a los jóvenes, lo cual comprende porque él no lo haría a la primera, solo está cumpliendo su parte. ' ¿algún enemigo quizás? ' se atreve a especular, dirigiendo la mirada hacia la persona. ' me temo que es tarde para borrarte ' eso no es cierto, solo no quiere rogarle a alguien para que se anote.

[hautevaux]

"Not at all, darling--" A pause; "I was going to commend you on your... fashion bravery. But--" Another pause; "...those trousers are simply unforgiveable. What inspired those, exactly? Biker glam with a hint of child doodling? "

"...what? Do I have something on my face? Never seen a man from the undercity?", he exclaims, a little challenging, all while wearing this absolute fashion-statement.

[tomatoart]

calm cabin life

[felinefractious]

🐱 Marguerite [Marguerite LCWW] [AAFP Position Statement: Hybrid Cats]

📸 Julie Morris

🎨 Cinnamon Spotted Tabvy

[westernwoodblogs]

Part 2 of the things I was supposed to post...

Moomi-con & Snake-kin~

Check my pinned for prints if you're interested.

[wheelxr]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋.

The dress Nancy selected for this special occasion is beautiful; it's black and skin-tight at the top, the bottom made of creamy pink tulle, decorated with black lace flowers and butterflies. And Christ, Henry's choices complement him wonderfully, the selected colors eye-catching and his hairstyle hot; by the time they're both ready, Nancy's cheeks are tinged pink. He has no business looking this good.

Get a grip, Nancy.

New York City is brilliant at night; the endless lights sparkle like stars, her eyes bright and curious as they walk towards their chosen destination. She can't help but think about how each building and each person here has a story — and now Henry and herself are in the middle of writing their own.

With the entrance to the Bookstore Speakeasy partially hidden, it's a game of sorts to get into the place — and by god, it's fucking worth it, warm candlelight and soft music illuminating her expression with palpable, effervescent joy. 

Beautiful indeed.

❝ You know, I'm not very picky. I just like finding things that taste good. ❞ In truth, she's most fond of well-mixed cocktails, always on the lookout for compelling flavor combinations. ❝ I don't drink very often, so when I do — I want the drinks to be worth it. Otherwise, what's the point? ❞ It's said with a playful grin, a small thank you offered to the hostess while they're seated at an intimate table in one of the corners. The extensive menus are placed delicately in front of them both, with pages upon pages of cocktails and 'small bites' pasted into the blank sections of old, donated books. 

❝ God, Henry, I love this place already. ❞ There's magic here she can't quite place, tangible energy that leaves her feeling light and airy. As Nancy peruses the menu — the myriad of options all looking wonderful for different reasons — she can't help but sneak a few glances at the other, her smile soft and flirty.

And with candles on each table, this feels awfully like a date.

❝ Okay, I found my first drink. ❞ Her menu is pushed toward him a bit, the name of her chosen cocktail highlighted by the placement of her finger. 

❛BLEEDING SUNSET: A multifaceted choose-your-own-adventure cocktail. Sip it from the rim for a soft sweeter cocktail, sip from the straw for a bitter burst of Campari, or stir it all up to add complexity to the whole cocktail. Cane sugar rum, grapefruit liqueur, Campari, orgeat, and lemon combine to make a drink worthy of a beautiful sunset.❜

An adventure seems like the perfect way to kick off the night, though she's curious about Henry's taste. 

❝ Is anything calling your name? ❞ You're certainly calling mine.

-   ̗̀  —  In  the  end,  he decides on a pair of jet-black dress pants and a crisp white shirt paired with a smart obsidian waistcoat. Its accents are a brilliant royal blue, the breast pocket and its backing alight with shimmering cobalt. By the time he’s dressed, he feels ever so slightly suave.

            ❝ Ready to go? ❞ he asks, observing his reflection in the mirror for a moment after fixing his hair in just the way he wants it. If he’s going to go out on the town, he might as well look as good as possible. While she turns her back on him after affirming that she’s ready, Henry lingers a moment. He’s never been one to appreciate the way others look; outer shells are of no consequence to him, and external beauty doesn’t attract him in the way that it does most, but god, she looks gorgeous. Guiltily, eyes map out her body as she opens the door and beckons him out with a nod of her head. Shame is never far behind. While most acknowledge their human impulses, Henry is left confused by them. It renders him quiet as they make their way to the speakeasy, brain turning over why he’d even look at her like that in the first place.

            You really are a weirdo. Stop being so damn off-putting.

            Upon their arrival, Henry pauses at the door. Even without stepping foot inside, the vibes are phenomenal. The quiet music paired with the classy aesthetics render him pleasantly surprised, and eyes are immediately drawn to the wall-length bookshelves on the far right.

            ❝ It’s beautiful, ❞ he says as they head inside. He’s referring to the books specifically, but it can honestly be applied to everything. If ever he was going to go drinking, he’d want it to be in a place like this. ❝ So, what do you drink? ❞ It strikes him that they’ve never drank together before. Not overly strange, for he doesn’t consume alcohol that regularly, but he wonders what her tastes are. ❝ Fair warning: I was raised in a circle of boys that were drinking when they were fourteen. I might be slightly uncultured. ❞

[fitzselfships]

I think it's so awesome that you can just draw your self insert into screenshots and nobody can stop you <3

Proshippers/adjacent dni. 100000 shark attack 🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈 also Zooble self ship doubles dni

[fancyshooting]

messy doodle of the disdainful ocelot

[anthyies]

songbirds & brain

[hylaversicolor]

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