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Chamber of Reflection - Mac DeMarco
#tap for better quality!#I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUR SM!!#kieran my beheaded I mean beloved#kieran duffy#kieran duffy rdr2#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#rdr#red dead fandom#red dead redemption two#rdr2 kieran#arthur morgan#john marston#red dead redemption community#red dead fanart#fanart#digital art#synth van der linde#art :p#kieran duffy fanart#chamber of reflection#mac demarco#lyric art#fan art#artists on tumblr#can you tell i want this out there ;-;
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#so silly#music#my chemical romance#pierce the veil#deftones#tyler the creator#kendrick lamar#mac demarco#david bowie#mitski#korn#the smiths#ayesha ericota
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ㅤ࣫ ͏͏해 𝒢lᥙᥱ 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𓆞ㅤꯥㅤ
⁺ 🐋 ˖ ׁ 𓇼
⟢ ⌒ 𝖬𝗼𝗼𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋ι͟v͟ᥱ͟r ׁ ۪
🌊 ⏝⠀ ⚓️ ㅤ५ ۟ 𓂂 ꒰੭
안. 𝒜𝗆𝗼𝗲𝖻𝖺 ー 𝖢 𝗅 𝖺 𝗂 𝗋 𝗈 ✿ ݁ ׅ
꒰ ´ ` ✩ it's just mᥱ, ყoᥙ & the mooᥒ ꜝ
८ㅤㅤ࣫ㅤೀ ◌ ⠀ׅ ⠀ׁׁ⠀ ˺ ֪
☆ ★
#aesthetic bios#cute bios#ig bios#messy bios#short bios#aesthetic icons#kpop#beabadoobee#clairo#whale#blue#blue archive#instagram bios#twitter bios#bios#mac demarco#highlights#instagram#kpop bios#the sea#moon#independent artist#moonlight
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#tv girl#odd future#mitski#tyler the creator#joji music#lana del rey#radiohead#girl in red#current joys#weezer#boygenius#lil peep#mac demarco#pixies#phoebe bridgers#nirvana#my bloody valentine#frank ocean#pink floyd#the smiths#deftones#surfjan stevens#mazzy star#alex g#faye webster#cigarettes after sex#tame impala#foo fighters
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i just love cowboys
All paintings by Glen Dean | Salad Days - Mac Demarco | Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys - Willie Nelson | El Paso - Marty Robbins | Ask - The Smiths | Country House - Blur | Loser Monologue - Sign Crushes Motorist | Jeane - The Smiths | Philadelphia II - Cyberbully Mom Club | The Ballad of Costa Concordia - Car Seat Headrest
#web weaving#webweaving#corecore#nostalgia#visual poetry#cowboy#cowboys#glenn dean#cowboy art#country music#cowboy music#country#mac demarco#willie nelson#marty robbins#the smiths#johnny marr#morrissey#blur#damon albarn#sign crushes motorist#cowgirl#cowfolk#rancher#cattle ranchers#car seat headrest#will toledo#visual poem#cyberbully mom club#gay cowboys
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♡ traditional artist! izuku midoriya
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who sees you for the first time at a small cafe and finds himself utterly besotted with you, and your natural beauty.
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who cant seem to get the image of you out of his head as he does his best to recreate your perfectness onto any piece of paper he could get his hands on.
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who wants nothing more than to see you again, and maybe this time he would be brave enough to actually talk to you rather than stare like a deer in headlights.
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who goes to the same cafe he first saw you whenever he has an ounce of spare time, sometimes willing to stay for hours in hopes of catching another glimpse of you.
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who nearly craps his pants when, after weeks, he unexpectedly holds the cafe door open for you, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull when he realized just who you were.
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who stands behind you in line, giving himself a silent pep talk before finally finding the courage to talk to you.
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who is immediately reduced to a stuttering mess after seeing your lovely smile while trying to introduce himself.
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who was absolutely certain he would pass out when you asked so sweetly for his phone number.
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who was sure this was all a dream, because there was little to no way someone as wonderful as you would even want to associate themselves with a struggling artist like himself.
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who wanted to chase after you as you waved goodbye to him, a pink colored drink held contently in your hands.
traditional artist! izuku midoriya who couldn't wait to talk to you again.
♡ characters ♡ izuku midoriya / deku x ♡
a/n ~ lowercase is on purpose ! also my first time trying out this style, and i actually really enjoyed it :)
got this idea while listening to ->
#bnha#mha#x reader#mha deku#bnha deku#deku x reader#deku#mha izuku#bnha izuku#izuku x reader#izuku midoriya#mha midoriya#bnha midoriya#izuku fluff#deku fluff#mha fluff#anime au#aged up characters#aged up au#mha au idea#fluff#bnha imagines#anime and manga#anime#cute story#traditional art#traditional drawing#love at first sight#mac demarco#gender nuetral reader
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#angst#art#fanart#rnm#diane#diane sanchez#sanchez#rnm fanart#rick and morty#rick and morty rick#rick#and#morty#rick and morty angst#rnm diane#rnm rick#rnm angst#rick and morty fanart#digital artwork#lyric#lyric quote#mac demarco#demarco#mac#digital fanart#digital#digital drawing#digital art#digital illustration#illustration
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i’m so alone
#girlblogger#femcel#pathetic loser#loneliest#whimsigoth#sofia coppola#the virgin suicides#always alone#lana del rey#lana del slay#mac demarco
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for the first time
"it's just like seeing her" "for the first time" "again"
pairings: amelia shepherd x fem!reader
warnings/tags: angst with a hint of fluff at the end. mentions of amelia having a relapse.
summary: you reunite with amelia after she comes back from rehab.
the corridors of grey sloan memorial hospital held a familiarity that felt like home. the steady rhythm of beeping monitors, hurried footsteps, and murmured conversations had been the soundtrack to your life for years. it was comforting, yet today, as you walked through the halls, there was an undercurrent of unease you couldn’t quite shake. maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t been back in seattle for a while, or perhaps it was the uneasiness that always seemed to follow you since things fell apart with amelia.
mark had paged you for a consult. another reconstructive case that needed your expertise. you were good at this— rebuilding, putting things back together. it was what you did best, even if you couldn’t always apply the same skill to your own life.
you turned a corner sharply, your mind preoccupied with the upcoming surgery, and collided with someone. papers flew into the air like a cascade of autumn leaves, and you stumbled back, reaching out to steady the person you’d bumped into.
"i’m so sorry! i didn’t see you," you apologized, dropping to your knees to gather the scattered documents.
"no, it’s okay, i wasn’t looking where i was going either," a familiar voice replied.
you froze, your hand hovering over a paper as the recognition hit you like a tidal wave. you slowly looked up, heart hammering in your chest, and found yourself staring into the eyes of amelia shepherd.
"hi," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of surprise mixed with something else— something you couldn’t quite place.
"hi," you echoed, your voice barely more than a whisper.
the hospital faded away, the bustle of nurses and doctors becoming a distant murmur as you stood there, looking at each other. she looked almost exactly the same as the last time you’d seen her. her hair was shorter, yes, but her eyes still held that familiar spark of determination and defiance. there was a vulnerability in her gaze, though, that hadn’t been there before.
for a moment, you were both back at johns hopkins, two young residents studying late into the night, navigating the grueling demands of your profession while also navigating the complexities of your relationship. she’d been your world back then, the anchor that kept you grounded when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.
"amelia…" you began, but before you could find the right words, your pager buzzed, breaking the moment. you glanced down, seeing mark’s name flashing on the small screen. "i—i have to go," you stammered, taking a step back. "mark’s paging me."
"yeah, of course," she replied quickly, masking the disappointment that flashed across her face. "i’ll see you around?"
you nodded, still trying to process the fact that she was standing in front of you. "yeah, sure."
as you walked away, you couldn’t help but look back. amelia was still standing there, watching you go, a wistful expression on her face. a wave of emotions threatened to overwhelm you, but you pushed them down, focusing on the task at hand. mark needed you, and that’s where your focus had to be.
mark was waiting for you in the attending lounge, leaning casually against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. he looked up when you entered, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"what took you so long?" he asked, his tone teasing.
"i, uh, got held up," you replied vaguely, trying to shake off the encounter with amelia. "what did you want my opinion on?"
mark handed you a patient file, but his eyes stayed on your face, studying you intently. "i was looking at a complicated reconstruction case. thought you might have some ideas. but, you know, since you’ve been avoiding seattle like the plague, i haven’t been able to ask for your expertise in a while."
you knew he was baiting you, and you weren’t in the mood. "i’ve been busy, mark. you know that."
"sure," he said with a shrug, his expression still smug. "by the way, did you know amelia’s here?"
the file slipped from your hands, falling to the floor. you bent to pick it up, trying to hide the sudden rush of emotions his words caused. "yeah," you said, your voice more steady than you felt. "i ran into her in the hall."
mark’s eyes gleamed with amusement. "and? how was that?"
you shot him a glare. "she said hi. i said hi back. then you paged me."
"really?" he said, his voice laced with disbelief. "because she looked like she wanted to say more than just hi."
"do you know why she’s here?" you asked, changing the subject.
"nope," he said, shaking his head. "but she did say she was looking for you."
you felt your heart skip a beat. "looking for me? why?"
before mark could answer, a voice cut through the room. "mark." both of you turned to see amelia standing in the doorway, looking hesitant. "can i talk to you for a minute?"
mark straightened up, glancing at you before nodding at amelia. "sure, come on in."
you felt trapped, the walls of the small lounge closing in on you. "i should go prep for my surgery," you mumbled, quickly walking past amelia without meeting her eyes. as you left the room, you heard mark and amelia start talking, their voices fading as you made your way down the corridor. your mind was a storm of thoughts and memories, each one bringing with it a wave of emotion you weren’t prepared to face.
later that afternoon, you were in the lounge again, trying to focus on a patient’s chart when amelia found you. she entered quietly, her presence like a ghost in the room. you didn’t look up, your attention fixed on the papers in front of you.
"can we talk?" she asked softly, breaking the silence.
you took a deep breath before raising your eyes to meet hers. "what are you doing here, amelia?" you asked, trying to keep your voice neutral.
"i wanted to see you," she said simply.
you felt a flicker of frustration. "you flew three hours just because you wanted to see me?"
"yes," she replied, her voice unwavering.
silence filled the room, heavy and suffocating. you felt her eyes on you, searching, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze. she took a step closer, and you saw her pull something from her bag. it was an envelope— the letter you had sent her when she was in rehab.
"i read your letter," she said, holding it out like it was a fragile piece of glass. "i’m sober now. i’ve been through rehab, therapy… i’ve done the work. but you weren’t there."
her words stung, and you finally looked up, meeting her gaze. the sincerity in her eyes was unmistakable. she looked like the same woman you’d fallen in love with all those years ago, and yet there was something different about her now— an openness, a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before.
"you don’t get to use my letter against me, amelia," you said, your voice tinged with anger. "not after everything you said to me."
her eyes filled with tears, and she took another step closer. you instinctively took a step back, the distance between you growing. the hurt in her eyes was palpable, and it mirrored the pain you’d carried for so long.
"i know i hurt you," she said, her voice breaking. "i didn’t mean those things. it was the drugs talking. i was scared and angry and broken. i wish i could take it all back."
you felt a lump in your throat, memories of those final days flooding back. the way she had looked at you with nothing but disdain, the harsh words that had cut deeper than any scalpel ever could. you had known she was spiraling, but you hadn’t known how to help. and then she had pushed you away, saying things that still haunted you.
"i know you didn’t mean them," you said quietly. "but that doesn’t make them hurt any less."
"i’m sorry," she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks. "i’d do anything to take it all back, to make it right. i’m here now. and i’m sober. i came back to you. please, come back to me too."
loving amelia had always been complicated, a tangle of emotions you could never quite unravel. but standing here now, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes and hearing the sincerity in her apology, you felt something shift inside you. her presence brought back a flood of memories— late nights studying at johns hopkins, quiet moments stolen between surgeries, laughter shared over dinner.
but there was more than just nostalgia. there was pain. deep, lingering pain from the harsh words she'd said during her relapse. words that had cut deeper than any scalpel ever could. words you weren’t sure you could forget.
"amelia," you began, your voice uncertain. "i don’t know if i can do this again."
she looked at you, her eyes filled with emotion. "do you still love me?" she asked softly.
the question hit you like a freight train. did you? it felt like loving her was an inherent part of who you were, woven into your very being. but could you survive loving her again? you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. instead, you stood there, silent.
amelia’s face fell, but she didn’t back away. instead, she took a tentative step closer. "because i still love you," she said, her voice trembling. "i’m still so in love with you. i don’t think i’ve ever… stopped being in love with you."
her words were like a balm to the wounds you’d carried for so long, but they also brought a new wave of fear. could you trust her again? could you trust yourself not to fall into the same pattern, the same heartbreak? "what are we supposed to do, amelia?" you asked, voice strained. "ruin each other all over again?"
she shook her head fiercely, determination shining in her eyes. "no. that’s not what i want. i want to love you the way you deserve to be loved. i want to be there for you, support you, make up for all the times i hurt you. and if you’re not ready yet, that’s okay. i’ll wait for you. as long as it takes."
you studied her, really looked at her, and for the first time, you noticed the changes. she seemed different, stronger, more grounded. it was like seeing her for the first time again, and it scared you. what if you had both changed too much? what if the love you’d once shared was gone, replaced by the scars of time and pain?
"i don’t know if we’re the same people we were before," you said quietly, voicing your fear. "we’ve changed, amelia. what if we’re too different now?"
she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against yours, and the touch sent a spark through you, familiar and new all at once. "then that just means we get to fall in love with each other all over again," she said softly. "we get to learn each other’s hearts from the beginning. we get to build something new. something stronger."
her words resonated with you, and you felt the tension in your chest begin to ease. maybe she was right. maybe love didn’t have to be about holding on to the past. maybe it was about letting go, about choosing to believe in the possibility of something better. something real.
you took a deep breath, letting her words sink in. she was offering you a chance, not a promise that things would be perfect, but a promise that she would try. that she would be there. that she would love you.
"okay," you said finally, your voice barely more than a whisper. "okay, let’s try."
amelia’s eyes lit up with relief, a smile breaking across her face. she stepped closer, and this time, you didn’t move away. Instead, you let her wrap her arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. you closed your eyes, resting your head against her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. and for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of peace. a sense of home.
#grey’s anatomy#greys anatomy#grey’s abc#greys abc#grey’s anatomy fandom#greys anatomy fandom#grey’s anatomy fanfiction#greys anatomy fanfiction#grey’s anatomy fic#greys anatomy fic#grey’s anatomy x reader#greys anatomy x reader#grey’s anatomy x you#greys anatomy x you#grey’s anatomy imagine#greys anatomy imagine#grey’s anatomy smut#greys anatomy smut#amelia shepherd#amelia shepherd fanfiction#amelia shepherd fic#amelia shepherd x reader#amelia shepherd x you#amelia shepherd imagine#amelia shepherd smut#mac demarco#this old dog#for the first time#spotify
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Albums that are 10 years old in 2024 happy birthday indie girls feeling elderly yet
#todd terje#mac demarco#alt j#azealia banks#mitski#king gizzard and the lizard wizard#fka twigs#skrillex#tv girl#angel olsen
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kurt cobain’s jeans
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All y’all that don’t listen to rap and wanna jump in on the drake/Kendrick situation… think for like two seconds, obviously rap has a misogyny problem but when you know nothing about the scene it’s not a great look to be frothing at the mouth to tear down a black man when you’ve admitted to not giving a shit about him and his whole genre
Talk on shit you know, talk about the Pete wentz allegations and sexism in fall out boy’s lyrics or something, talk about brand new’s statutory allegations, mac demarco, every single member of the orwells has allegations, Crystal castles, the front bottoms, look inward before you act like rap is some monolith of disrespect and violence when there’s problems in genres YOU listen to thank you
To be perfectly clear I’m defending NO ONE in this post so dont even start
#debating tagfing all these artists but fuck it I want y’all to see it I want y’all to think#drake#Kendrick Lamar#fall out boy#brand new#the front bottoms#mac demarco#the orwells#Crystal castles#mine
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Song lyrics that encapsulate the experience of wlw yearning💔
#cosmicbolter#relatable#girlblogger#girlblogging#wlw#lgbtqia#lesbian#bisexual#sapphic#conan gray#mitski#Taylor Swift#lucy dacus#pheobe bridgers#mac demarco#girl in red#hozier#girl kisser#music#boygenius#my music taste#song lyrics#wlw yearning#sapphic yearning#lesbian yearning#queer
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I'm the kind of girl you bury in your backyard
#literally me#coquette#blond girl#aesthetic#autumm#blue#blue eyeshadow#cute#relatable#girlblogging#female rage#female manipulator#female hysteria#light as a feather#hell is a teenage girl#im just a girl#girlhood#girl interrupted#girl rotting#girl hysteria#im going insane#innocence#melanie martinez#music#me fr#coquette girl#𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋#☣︎#mac demarco
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