#Blinks

[cordiformity]

(drunk at the club) omg i swear i told u abt that time i ate a big bag of factory reject seeds until a healthy flower unfurled in my chest??? i didn’t?? yeahhh i know it was so crazy but i mistook the sensation for love and died…. i know right?? anyways. do u wanna come back to mine?

[miraethepresent]

Lisa - New Woman

[cookiedough77]

about the topic of adrien finding everything out you know... everything

i dont hope its all at once, no i want it slow, i want the slow realization that his father wasnt the man he thought he was, bits and peices piling up, until he cant ignore it anymore

i want it like steven universe, after your parent has passed your given all these good things about them but you keep being proved that they were terrible overtime

i want him to know ladybug is lying about SOMETHING about that day, but he doenst know what, and she wont tell him

yes i even mean with the sentimonster bit, just littles things that he thinks is odd until he connects it all together later on

[starlitmeadows]

artfight attack on @soaricarus :3

[authorforrosie]

Book: the secret admirer

Pairing: Lisa x You.

Warnings: none

Words: 947

In the vibrant heart of a bustling city called Paris. According to international people ‘the city of love’ which you thought is ridiculous, where dreams and ambitions interweaved with the daily grind, lived you a shy artist. You resided in a quaint cozy apartment, its walls adorned with your creations—portraits that captured the essence of life and the beauty of fleeting moments. Your world was painted with hues of solitude, but your heart was filled with unspoken affection for someone you admired from afar. A woman from Thailand who you have feelings for since she first met you.

Across the street from your studio was a cozy café, where a charismatic musician named Lisa Manoban who performed every weekend. With long brown hair and a voice that resonated with the soul, Lisa captivated the audience with every move of her body when she danced to her own singing. You had been drawn to Lisa from the very first melody you heard, and your heart fluttered with every note that filled the air.

You spent countless evenings in the café, your sketchbook in hand, capturing Lisa's presence on paper. You marveled at the way Lisa's brown does eyes sparkled with passion when she performed, how her body allowed her to dance with effortless grace. Your sketches grew into a series of portraits, each one a testament to your silent admiration.

One rainy afternoon, as You sat by the window, lost in You thoughts, Lisa walked into the café. Drenched from the downpour, Lisa shook off her wet jacket and looked around, her brown doe eyes landing on You. With a warm smile, she approached your table. She gotta admit that you look really cute in that oversized hoodie, the beanie you wore made you look very adorable.

"Mind if I join you?" Lisa asked, her voice with a Thai accent sounded as smooth and deep as the lyrics she sang

Your heart raced, and you nodded with your head, unable to find your voice. Because your crush was so close to you which wasn't expected. Lisa took a seat across from you, her eyes drifting to the sketches spread out on the table.

"These are amazing," She complimented, picking up a sketch that captured her mid-performance. "You've got quite a talent."

You blushed, your cheeks flushing a rosy hue. "Thank you," you murmured. "I've been coming here for a while, and your music... it inspires me."

Lisa's smile widened. "I'm glad to hear that. It's always nice to know that my music resonates with someone."

As the rain poured outside, you chatted about art and music, finding common ground in your passions. Your shyness gradually melted away under Lisa’s genuine interest and kind words. You spent hours talking, and for the first time, You felt a connection you had only dreamed of.

Days turned into weeks, and your friendship with Lisa began to blossom. You continued to sketch Lisa, your affection growing with each portrait. You longed to tell Lisa how you felt, but fear held you back from confessing your feelings for her. You couldn't bear the thought of ruining what they had, of losing the moments they shared. You prefer to stay in a friendship with Lisa even if it’s gonna break your heart to thousand pieces literally.

One evening, as the sun set in a blaze of orange and pink, Lisa invited you to her concert in Paris. It was a special event, celebrating the release of her new album. You arrived early while your heart pounding with anticipation. You found a seat in the front row, with your sketchbook clutched tightly in your hands.

The concert was a mesmerizing display of Lisa's talent, her voice weaving stories of love and loss, hope and heartache. As she sang the final song, Lisa's eyes met yours,she smiled—a smile that seemed to speak directly to your heart.

After the concert, Lisa approached you, her bag in her hand. "I've been meaning to tell you something," he stated, her voice tinged with nervousness.

Lisa’s face expression becomes more nervous and serious with each moment passing. She doesn’t know how to confess her feelings for you. Lisa was scared of showing her vulnerable side to you.

Your heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

You saw the way Lisa took a deep breath. "I've noticed the way you look at me, the way you capture me in your art. And I need you to know... I've felt the same way. From the moment I saw you, I've been drawn to you. Your art, your presence—it means more to me than you can imagine."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized that your silent admiration had not gone unnoticed. "I've loved you from afar for so long," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I just never had the courage to tell you."

Lisa gently cupped your face in her hands, her doe eyes filled with affection. "You don't have to be afraid anymore," she whispered in a lovingly tone softly. "I'm here, and I feel the same way."

In that moment, under the soft glow of the empty stage lights, Lisa’s and your hearts found the rhythm together. Your love, once shrouded in silence, now flourished in the light of your mutual understanding with Lisa. As you both stood there, hand in hand, you knew that your dream had finally come true.

You actually couldn’t believe that Lisa would ever love you back. You thought you would always only be a fan and friend in Lisa’s eyes, until that exact moment. Lisa couldn’t wait to share her life while experiencing everything together with you.

[twiinarmageddonss]

strong punch

[birbwell]

read a passage describing monks as "physically the weakest men in society" and twirled my hair and giggled. what could this mean doc

[ashleyluvshorror]

*inhales really badly uhhhhhhh can we talk about skeet looking ugmmmjhn like in scream looking ughhhhh uhhhhhh uhhmmmmm what’s the word uhmmmmmmmm *looks at dictionary uhhhhhh he looks really uhhh

[lilivampire]

𓇥  𐔌♫ྀི  𓉸᪲  ˚    ࣪  ᮫     ♡

[bang-chan-my-man]

Lisa for Elle Sept 24

[dollishmehrayan]

DOLLISH YAP #103

── .✦ When black pink said “I BRING THE PAIN LIKE RA TA TA TA” - is jason when he was in UTRH and was just shooting people from left to right you can’t tell me that I’m wrong because he definitely Stan’s bp 😞🙏🙏

[iknowiknowiknowtheend]

cheesy romantic date on a ferris wheel but instead it’s minecraft and youre on a pig in a boat and the other guy is on another pig in the same boat and you’ve been launched into lower orbit

[miraethepresent]

Lisa - New Woman

[blckpnksde]

blackpink pls come save kpop

[dissentersbedamned]

im never drawing this twink again / og post

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