#and it was during sunset

[lifemod17]

ALSO I would like to take this time to show my all time favorite hozier photo like favorite ever

Like if tomorrow all hozier photos are gone except this one. i would not mind.

📸: Ruthlessimagery

[isjasz]

[Day 223]

The sunset :D

[mer-se]

Isabella stewart gardner museum

(yesterday was a perfect day. 🖤)

[cliopadra]

*laughs nervously* Izzy? Dead and gone for good? Naaaah, of course not, he’s just in the gravy basket…or on his way to get sea witch necromancied back by seagull Buttons. He’s ok, he’ll be back…he’ll totally be back 🥲.

[superkursunaskr]

[evelili]

wake up everypony new fic just dropped

[peachdues]

post-war!Levi’s wheelchair better have a lock on it because I’m climbing on top of him and making it roll all over the place otherwise —

[mysterygrl20]

SUNLIN | Sunset x Vibes Ep5

[fence-time]

Yknow, bros :]

[enkopan]

[lifemod17]

Hozier during sunset you are so important to me!!!

🎥: Ruthlessimagery

[16-tinyravens]

Amani ubuyashiki 🐦‍⬛

And family.

[kuuwo]

Hear me out,

Nerevar’s color palette reminds me of the sun

While voryn’s reminds me of the moon.

As you know, the sun is a star.

Voryn calls us “Moon and Star.”

You’ve tickled my brain rot anon👁

Lovers in the golden hour

[dribs-and-drabbles]

The Thai Communal Wardrobe item #8

The Thai 🤝🏽 Taiwanese Communal Wardrobe Item #5

Our skyy 2 x The Eclipse ep 6:

Step by Step ep 7:

Dangerous Romance ep 10:

Only Friends ep 12:

Wandee Goodday ep 4:

Wandee Goodday ep 4:

Knock Knock, Boys! ep 11:

The On1y One ep 6:

Sunset x Vibes special ep:

Peaceful Property ep 9:

for @akkrosu and @lurkingshan 💙

[ghost-proofbaby]

Can I get a strawberry midsummer’s night with robin please?💜

absolutely yes yes yes <3 hope you enjoy!! thank you for the request <3

sticky kisses and serendipity

warnings: other than fem!reader? none. just lovin' on our girl. <3 not edited tho

wc: 1.3k+

come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3

“You’ve got something, right… here!” 

There’s something in the warm summer air tonight. A lightness, a breeze of a feather that hadn’t been there the last few months. The heat has rid itself of the stifling humidity, the sun has begun to take its leave for the day, and the lake water has gone still with a tranquility you can feel within the depths of your chest. Even the occasional breeze can’t break the surface of the water, no ripples in sight as your feet hang off the dock. 

“Wha-” Robin had started to genuinely question, but she cuts off halfway through her question when your intentions get revealed; your finger swipes through the top of your ice cream cone, gathering just enough sweet treat to swipe across the tip of her nose. “No!” 

She lets out a whine, reaching too slow for your wrist as you retreat, still giggling a bit. 

You feel like a child, all vibrant eyes and aching cheeks as you watch the girl who’s the sole reason for it basking in the blanket of the dying day’s golden light. Giggling at anything and everything, tongue cold with a scoop of Rocky Road that you both could pretend for a moment hadn’t cost you the last of your latest paychecks. 

No one around to judge. No one around to witness. It’s just you, your girl, and the still lake water. 

“C’mon,” she continues to complain, but she’s still smiling back at you, striking something deep within your bones. She holds her own sherbet shake in the hand farthest from you, the pretty shade of pink matching the slow-healing sunburn that dusts the tops of her cheeks, “That’s not even fair. I’m gonna be all sticky now.” 

“Want me to kiss it better?” you tease, leaning forward, feeling the wood planks beneath you dig into your bare thighs. 

She’s quick to lean away from you, the sparkle of the chase glittering in her eyes as she jokes, “You? Gross. Why would I ever want a dingus like you to kiss me? Ugh.” 

Every word is laced up tightly with sarcasm, her hardly being able to get through them without the interruptions of soft scoffs, knowing just how ridiculous she is being. 

The joke doesn’t even hurt – it only makes something further bloom in the pit of your stomach as you pucker your lips and continue to chase her retreating figure, biting back a grin that matches her own. When she had first met you, she’d been too nervous to even recognize your sarcasm at times, let alone conjure her own. The joke was a sign of the times; the joke was evidence of a thawing that had happened over a blissful spring and long summer, preparing the two of you for crisp autumn. 

The joke showed she loved you. In whatever ways she could. 

The sun continues to creep below the horizon as the two of you continue all your childish antics, your sticky lips eventually finding home against her warming cheeks, noting the blush that spreads like wildfire at the simplest of your touches. You make a point to reach out your thumb, intent on swiping away all the chocolate residue you’d left behind, but she’s quick to stop you. Gentle fingers curling around your wrist, head turning sharply so you can’t reach that tainted cheek. 

“Don’t,” she whispers, even though there’s no one around. 

“I thought you didn’t want my dingus kisses.” 

All-consuming, her shy smile nearly blinds you, “I think I’ll live if we leave it until I go home.”

“It’s sticky,” you laugh a little, trying to reach your thumb out again. She stops you again, “Your hair’s gonna stick to it-”

“Don’t care,” she breathes out, set in her ways as her eyes dart from your eyes to your lips for a brief second, “I really don’t care.” 

Brave and reckless, eager and aching, she surges forward just to get those sticky lips on her own. A simple peck, a quiet slotting of lips against one another, but it says enough. A point is being made – she doesn’t care about the stickiness, and she does in fact want all your kisses. 

The feeling’s sort of mutual.

You sort of want to steal every kiss from her you can get away with, you sort of want to occupy every breath she takes on this shoreline. You sort of want the promise of every single summer of hers, and she sort of wants to just give them over to you freely. 

You know it, surely, when her lips press harder against yours. 

You can taste the subtle fruitiness of her shake, sugar all over both your tastebuds until you really can’t decipher who had which ice cream. Chocolate and orange cream, the bits of waffle cone stuck in your molars, the overwhelming sweetness of it all – she wants it all, with you and only you. At some point, she sets her shake down to her side blindly, lifting that cold, cold palm to cradle your cheek as if you might just be the most precious thing in the world to her.

And you are. And the feeling? The feeling is terribly, terribly mutual. 

Golden hour fades to dusk, faded blue hues wrapping the two of you up as all the vibrant shades of sunset start to soften. The moon has visibly risen in the eastern sky, smiling down at the two of you as all your youthful jubilation is exchanged. Wandering hands, you being limited to only one as you let it curl into the hairs at the nape of her neck, and teeth clashing a bit from the way neither of you can stop smiling. There comes a point where it’s clear she’s kissed away every inch of stickiness off of you, but she doesn’t stop. Neither of you do, not until all the air in your lungs has finally escaped, and the stubborn need to breathe has to override your need for her. 

And even then, you keep close to her. 

You scoot closer, until your skin is flush with hers, as you both catch your breaths. Staring straight ahead, glowing in each other’s peripherals as you lock in on the trees around the edge of the lake. It’s still not quite enough, and so eventually, legs overlap and entangle, joints pressed together until you’re both nothing more than a conjoined knot as Robin rests her head on your shoulder.

The sunset’s pretty, especially reflected off the lake water, but you think she’s even prettier. You’re pretty sure that there’s no natural phenomenon that could ever outweigh her beauty, but now’s not the time to wax that sort of poetry to her. There’ll be other summer nights, other pleasant evenings, to whisper to the girl at your side about all the stars you can count in her eyes. For now, it’s enough to just feel the weight of her slumping against you, and smell the way her perfume intertwines with the lingering sunscreen on both your skin. 

“You think the ducks are gonna come back?” she randomly blurts out, referencing the real reason you two had come out here to begin with.

You’d wanted to feed the ducks. You swore it wasn’t just an excuse to get her alone (it was). 

You throw your head back in laughter, “Yeah. Yeah, they better. I don’t think I can finish this waffle cone on my own.” 

Impulsively, you twist your neck until you can press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, breathing in her subtle shampoo. Your lips linger for several extra seconds, far longer than necessary, but it’s okay. You’ll allow yourself the honor, if for nothing more than to be an effort to contain all the adoration threatening to burst at your seams for the girl you lean further into. 

Once your lips retreat, she lifts her head, turning to glance at you for a moment before she returns the affection without hesitation. Soft lips press into the bare skin of your shoulder, and you both can only sigh in sync, in shared serendipity. 

“I could always help you with that, you know,” she wiggles her brows a little as she leans back, and you’re back to giggling like children. 

“Oh, I know.” 

Sticky kisses and serendipity. The perfect summer evening.

[sunmisbf]

sunmi comeback on thursday june 13 6 pm kst everyone mark ur calendars let’s go gay nation‼️