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Bonne Bell Coca Cola Liquid Lipsmackers in Coca Cola, Sprite, Cherry Cola, Vanilla Cola and Barq's Rootbeer
early 2000s (maybe late 1990s? does anyone know?)
Found on Ebay, user 412liquidation
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#ana posts#aesthetic#coca cola lipbalm#vanilla#coca cola#lip balm#vanilla lip balm#romantic academia#romantic goth#romantic#red wine supernova#chapell roan#lana del rey#lana is god#coquette#dark coquette#lizzy grant#girlblogger#girlblog#girl interrupted#lana del ray aesthetic#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#the rise and fall of a midwest princess#born to die#pearls#gloss#lipbalm#coca cola lip balm#coca cola vanilla lip balm#teenage life
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jj maybank's girlfriend ୨୧ ˚ .
bikini box next to her door. her initials etched into the seat of jj's motorcycle. bubblegum flavored vape. coca cola. polaroid camera. messy hair. "how to disappear" by lana del rey. cherry flavored plumping lip gloss. stick & poke "j.m." tattoo under her left tit, done by jj. pogue princess. ribbons tied onto her jean shorts. sarcasm. jj's hand around her neck is her favorite accessory<3
#💌#jj maybank#outer banks#jj maybank prompt#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank smut#jj maybank x you#jj maybank fluff#moodboard#aesthetic#lana del rey#coquette#trailer park princess#rose's moodboards 𝜗𝜚 ˚ .
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Rafe's got a hand wrapped around his bottle of beer as the other is securely holding your waist,chatting with a couple of friends while you look Around the backyard with droopy eyes after a shared joint with your boyfriend.
"yeah,see you man" Rafe says,dabbing everyone before turning around to look at you "how kitty cat doing" he smirks,tilting your chin up with his finger. "Told you not to call me that" you reply with a roll of eyes before smiling a bit "but I'm doing okay,I just can't find my lipgloss"
"oh,I have it- you gave it to me before we got in" he mumbles,pulling out the shiny tub from his pocket as he handed it to you. "thank you" fixing your black lather corset before taking out a kuromi hand mirror and reapplying the shiny gloss. "so,are we heading inside for that beer pong or not?"
After a game or two of beer pong you find yourself slowly tipsy,leaning a bit more into Rafe as you tug at the material of your skirt. "I'm starting to get tired" you mumble,coming out more annoyed that you intended to "hey,fix that tone and maybe I'll think about bringing you home" Rolling your eyes,you take a sip of the coca cola in your cup,humming to the song playing through the speakers of the house. You move to sit on an available chair as you look at your makeup,making sure your spiky eyelashes and eyeliner are still intact; Rafe's quick to follow you as he stands protectively behind you,his arms wrapped around your neck as you chuckle. "you don't have to stay here like a guard dog,I know how to protect myself." "yeh,I know...but I want to"
Deciding to let him stay you lay your hands over his arm, sometimes running your sharp nails over the skin,leaving red traces behind. "you know" you start slowly,tilting your head back to look at him. "you know that a cockroach can still live a week after you cut their heads off,isn't that cool?" This information causes your boyfriend's face to scrunch up before he nods slowly,still not used to your antics. "yeah...super cool baby" "and...and,did you know that spiders have clear blood" Humming at your words rafe press a kiss to your head "hm,always have weird facts up your sleeve don't you?"
giggling to yourself you nod in response "my weird,scary girlfriend" Rafe mumbles to himself before leaning down to kiss you,smearing your lip combo all around. "rafe..my lipstick" you mumble,pulling away as you wipe at your chin and around his face. Rafe chuckles "hm...sorry about that" "yeah yeah..." you hum before he speaks again "tomorrow,I'll take you to that weird stone place you like- the one with the old lady and the books about amputation and stuff like that that you like" "hm...they're called crystal,but thank you handsome" you smile,holding onto his bicep as he presses a sloppy kiss against your neck "I'll be with the boys over the couch to get my stuff and then I'll take you home,okay?" "hm...okay, love you"
"love you too kitty cat"
#outer banks#outer banks x reader#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron thoughts#rafe cameron imagine#drew starkey imagine#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#🎀princess
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— pop a coke
pairing: fushiguro megumi x f!reader
genre: fluff, mutual pining
summary: the calm and collected megumi freaks out internally (and unintentionally, externally) after he accidentally drinks from your soda can. the end result? even better.
word count: 890
arms wrapped around your figure, you laid in megumi's chest under the tree near the dorms. the canopy sourcing from the abundant of leaves that covered the branches shaded the two of you from the blazing sun of the weekend's noon. in the distance further away, you saw nobara chasing yuuji for reasons unclear to you, and panda trying to break up their fight, but as a result also becoming a target to her current rage. you chuckled at their playful antics, sending a sense of enjoyment to megumi’s heart. he fought a smile to his face, bringing his chin down to feel your hair under his face, hoping the others weren’t looking in his direction. he wasn’t one for pda, but every so often he isn’t afraid to show his love for you around others, given that fact that none of his classmates and upperclassmen were watching anyway.
next to both of you were two sandwiches neatly wrapped in aluminum foil per megumi’s effort and two cans of coca cola from the school’s vending machine to go along with your food. finally, a batch of cookies were covered with tissues to maintain their freshness. your hand moved towards the sandwiches, handing one to megumi. you took a bite into the remaining sandwich, indulging in the synergy of multiple ingredients within your meal, leaving a smile of satisfaction on your face. megumi also smiled in agreement, shifting the hold of his sandwich to one hand and bringing a finger of his empty one towards your hair, wrapping itself in its strands. his fingers continued to fiddle with your hair, which were responded with quiet chuckles.
once his fingers were untangled from your hair, he took a second to process his need to quench the thirst lingering in his throat. it had been pretty hot that day, as it was still late into summer, so it was no wonder that his body requested for fluids to cool down. his hand involuntarily reached for his soda can, which was already opened from when you had brought out the sandwiches. feeling the melting icy water drip from the can onto his palm, he picked it up and drew it closer to his mouth, gulping down several, but small sips.
just as the coldness of the tin grazed his upper lip, a familiar scent was detected. his nostrils filled with the smell of mint, not one from an edible, but a flavor of some sort. immediately retracting the can away from his face, he spotted a colorless smudge hinted with sparks of glitter near the can opening. his eyes widened in shock as he put the two together as realized what he had done.
it was your lip gloss. that was your soda can.
somewhere in his head, he could hear the annoying incessant voice of gojo saying that’s an indirect kiss!
his face heated up from the embarrassment; a physical sign of this emerging as his cheeks (and not long after his whole face) reddened. his emerald eyes quickly turned towards you, staring off into the distance, paying no heed to his current dilemma. quickly, he tried to calm himself down, figuring it was for the best you didn’t know. it’s a secret he could never live down himself anyways.
“megumi are you okay? your face looks really red. is it getting too hot for you?”
his body jolted from suddenly hearing your voice. he could see the questioning glance on your face, making him even more embarrassed than before. there was no way for him to hide from you now. nonetheless he still tried to put up a front.
“no, i just choked on the soda from drinking really fast. i’m alright though.”
great lying megumi. if it couldn’t be anymore obvious. until you saw right through him.
“wait, is that my soda can?” you had realized what just happened, and now it was your turn to start getting red, turning your cute weekend picnic date into a heated blushing competition. megumi could only nod slightly before sinking deeper into the endless abyss of embarrassment.
“can i have it back?”
you were the one who started the conversation after moments of awkwardness. it hadn’t been that long since you two started dating. about a month and a couple days to be exact. while you two were very much in love, shown in your display of affection towards one another, kissing wasn’t really something either of you had considered yet-
“yeah sorry about that, here you go” megumi replies, handing you the cola can as you chuckle at his reddened face. you didn’t think he’d be so guilty about it, very cute of him. and you know exactly how to get back at him for it.
“y’know, you could’ve asked for a real kiss if you wanted one.” you mentioned before quickly giving him a peck on his cheek.
megumi was caught off guard, but a sense of giddiness bubbled in him feeling the stickiness of the lip gloss remaining on you face touching the side of his. he would not admit it to you or anyone really, but he liked it a lot.
he could’ve continued relishing this very adoring interaction, until he noticed nobara and yuji, who had seen the entire event unfold, staring from afar.
now he was really embarrassed.
© m3hgumi 2023. all rights reserved. do not copy, modify, or repost my works anywhere
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanfiction#jjk x reader#megumi x reader#fushiguro x reader#megumi fluff#fushiguro megumi x reader#megumi x you#jjk fushiguro#jjk x you#jjk fics#jjk fluff#no angst just so much megumi fluff#ya hello i finally posted again#this post was literally written in a span of two years#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi drabbles
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Cotton candy ,trailer park, older men,gas stations, roller-coaster, coca cola, heart-shaped sunglasses, cigarettes and lollipops, peach lip gloss, Jessica rabbit syndrome, precious moments dolls, the beach and mermaid motel, h2o, born to die on repeat, 60s Lolita on black and white tv 🍦🍨🍭
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emily, i’m sorry
boy genius (the record) masterlist
emily prentiss x reader
18+ : super mild smut, kissing, alcohol consumption, implied alcohol use as a coping mechanism, smoking, angst, right person wrong time, a double dose of mommy issues, happy ending
word count: 2.9k
a/n: i started writing this so long ago and i feel like i only really like the last 500 words or smth 💀
You’d been sitting behind Emily since the beginning of the semester, two months in without an introduction, merely observing from afar. You’d never thought yourself to be a person to fall into those romantic clichés with your chin resting in the palm of your hand and your eyes on the side of her face instead of the professor at the front of the class.
Finding yourself smiling at the sound of her laugh, eyes darting away from her direction when she’d glance towards you. Because she’d noticed you too.
By chance your paths finally crossed at a party, a spilling of your overly strong drink from the red cup onto her arm and a rushed apology.
“Get me another drink and all is forgiven.” She smiled with a hand on your waist to keep you close as you made your way through drunken college students into the brightly lit kitchen. You’d never seen her this closely, her dark hazel eyes lined black and equally dark hair pushed behind her ear.
“So, what can I get you?” You asked, looking over the options scattered messily on the kitchen counter, space taken up by tipped over plastic cups and spilled liquor and mixers making the surface sticky. “We have beer, cheap vodka, something blue,” you twisted bottles to see their labels with a shrug at the poor selection the student budget could afford. “Or cheap vodka.”
“I’ll have what you’re having then.” Emily laughed, leaning her hip against the counter as she watched you pour bottles into two cups. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
You lifted a brow at her statement with a small smile as you passed her the drink. “You have?”
“Of course. Who wouldn’t wanna talk to a pretty girl like you?” She was bolder than you’d expected, what with the way you’d seen her blush.
“Well I’m glad you finally did.”
“Oh, so you’ve been waiting for this then, hm?” She smirked, keeping a fixed gaze on you over the top of her cup as she swigged at its contents.
“No, I was just getting a little tired of you staring at me so much.” You huffed mockingly, grinning into your drink at the way she stumbled over a response.
“I find that hard to believe,” she finally uttered, inching closer with a hint of alcohol on her breath. “I know you’ve been pining after me. It’s cute.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Emily.”
Her name sounded delicious as it rolled off your tongue and she just had to hear it again. She was overcome with a need for you, to talk with you and dance with you and learn each centimetre of your skin.
Neither of you were very good at dancing, especially with the liquor pumping through your veins, heads dazed with the buzz and a coating of sweat lining your foreheads. She kept you close, a hold more possessive than you’d expected on your hips moving your bodies together.
She dragged you away to somewhere quieter where you could actually hear the mutterings of one another’s voices. You got to know each other as well as two drunk people could, conversations barely scratching the surface but in the back of your mind you knew there’d be more time for that. You could hardly let her go now.
The closeness of your bodies set your skin alight, hardly able to keep your eyes off her. The way her fingers held a cigarette and her lips parted with a stream of smoke. You could taste it on one another’s tongues when she finally kissed you, escaping to a bathroom with your body perched atop the counter; the flavour of ash and coca cola, the bitterness of vodka and the sweetness of cherry lip gloss.
The way she slotted her lips with yours was sublime, a heat pulsing through you at the hand on the back of your neck. Her hair was soft and perfect between your fingers and the sound of a moan falling from her throat to yours made your stomach flip.
Movements were sloppy and fuelled with drunkenness and lust, a building tension of the evening finally being untangled in the transference of warm hands beneath your shirt. Her touch wandered desperately and yours was just as hungry, grabbing at any part of her you could reach, the material of her t-shirt clenched in your fist.
Neither of you thought it through, giggling in your tipsy haze when she haphazardly pulled your jeans down your legs and trailed her nails upwards across the skin of your thighs. Her breath was hot against the column of your throat where her lips lay kisses and licks of her tongue, her teeth grazed the crook of your neck while her fingers inched past the waistband of your underwear.
Your head fell backwards and your hands kept her head where it was, where she made you dizzy with sucks against your flesh. It was as though she’d already learnt your body off by heart with the way her fingers pulled noises from you that the both of you could only hope were kept within the four walls of the bathroom. With your legs wrapped around her waist you were as close as you could be, the heat of each other’s bodies pulsing through you like lightning and a thick tension simmering.
It was a moment you’d come to find amusing, being walked in on by a girl stumbling over her heels. It would become a memory of that first night together, that fateful night you met and you’d laugh wondering where that stranger was now.
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It was routine by now to be sprawled on the living room floor with textbooks and papers scattered in front of you. Overused highlighters scratched across printed sheets with a bright pink left behind, less and less information seeping into your brains as the hours would add up.
You’d forgone buying desks, using your shared apartment floor as an infinite display of university work - it was a definite benefit of sharing a degree with your girlfriend.
Your evenings were either spent with bleary eyes straining to read for hours on end, shooting one another questions to test knowledge whilst you drank copious amounts of coffee. Or you’d be dancing together tipsily with a bunch of other students, rooms blurred with smoke, smelling like cigarettes and the sourness of cheap beer.
You were happy together, you could never imagine your love for Emily to fade away.
There was a perfectly intimate domesticity between you; smiling conversations half asleep over breakfast and evenings watching tv, lighting incense and candles to mask the smell of nicotine.
She’d smiled to herself this evening at the sight of you staring at the ceiling in frustrated boredom, lying on your back on the ground with an open textbook face down on your chest. You’d been studying for a while and she could see the burnout all over you.
She went to the kitchen wordlessly and poured two glasses of the cheap wine from the kitchen counter; she always swore she’d be able to afford the good stuff when she was older.
When she came back you took it from her with an appreciative smile.
“You read my mind, Em.”
“Reading your mind is a stretch, I just saw you staring at the ceiling despondently and I know you like the back of my hand.” She laughed and you shrugged - she wasn’t wrong.
“I bet you can’t guess what I’m thinking now then.”
“I think I have an idea.” She smirked, letting you take another sip of your drink before she took your glass and set it aside, lowering herself to straddle your legs. She pushed your back against the ground with her lips ghosting yours with her voice. “Something like this?”
The taste of her lips was so familiar, cigarettes and wine. They pushed into yours sublimely with her hand cupping your cheek while yours held her closely by her belt loops. The kiss grew heated as it always did, that perfect electrical heat that never failed to make your skin alight with goosebumps and your body arch into hers in an effort to get closer than possible.
“There’s a party across campus. Wanna go?” Emily muttered once she’d pulled away to catch her breath. Of course you agreed, diving head first into a night of liquor fuelled sex, rooms misty with smoke. Intoxicated by each other, dizzy from the lust.
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And now you’re walking home alone, feet scuffing against the loose debris along the cement with your dazed steps, struggling to keep your footsteps linear with the way your head buzzed with the swill of unmoderated alcohol.
It wasn’t the same without Emily. Parties were just an excuse to get drunk, to let your mind finally drift away, distracted by the overly loud music and crowds of people hiding you away. They used to be fun, a way to let yourselves loose, drinking together and laughing and enjoying the night before giggling drunkenly on your way home.
But you were here and Emily was at home, her head buried in textbooks as she crammed for the same exams you should be focussing on.
It’s hard to know when it began to go downhill, when the parties stopped being fun and the stress of graduation overtook you both. When you started to spend more and more time apart with different focuses and goals.
All you’d yearned after for so long was a freedom your bones ached for. Free from the judging gaze of your mother, living up to the expectations she loomed above your head. And you’d found it, you felt liberated, truly able to smile and laugh and party with friends. You were finally figuring out who you are with this freedom you’d always wanted, who you are with Emily and on your own; who you are in your own apartment and in the cafe down the street.
You just want to be free but even this freedom is dotted with downsides.
While you’re making your way home to her, Emily is finishing another cup of coffee, blinking away the exhaustion in her eyes in hopes to unblur the words on the paper in front of her.
She could only sigh when she looked at the clock. 1am and you weren’t home, it wasn’t new but it was frustrating. It was frustrating how your newfound freedoms had led you down different paths.
Sure, she was no longer living with her mother, peering over her shoulder with bated breath waiting for her to fail. Her freedom may be literal, oftentimes in a differing country to the ambassador, but nothing had truly changed. Elizabeth’s voice was always there in the back of her mind, with each assignment and exam. Each time her phone would ring she’d prepare herself with a deep breath before trying to appease her mother on the other end.
Keep her happy, keep her proud and satisfied at her academic progress. She’d placate and be agreeable, thanking her for helping her pay for the apartment all whilst fidgeting with the lighter in her pocket, desperate to ease the anxious tension her mother never failed to arise in her.
With each passage highlighted, page turned and hand cramped from scribbling notes for too long, she thought of Elizabeth. The standards she couldn’t help but stare at with each decision she made. She’d tried to let herself live and breathe but she wasn’t ready to be free yet. She knew she would be eventually but for now she needs to get her degree, excel or disappoint, and let herself be free with you.
You were the only true freedom she could hold on to but she could feel it slipping away.
The door closed behind you when she poured herself another cup of crappy coffee and she habitually grabbed another mug - your favourite one with the chip in the handle.
You took it from the counter with an appreciative smile when she pushed it towards you and you both sipped without a word. It was quiet. Too quiet. Neither of you knew what to say, there were so many words you wanted to utter yet neither of you could form any.
“I thought you weren’t gonna be out so late tonight.” She murmured to break the silence.
“I lost track of time.” You shrugged with the slightest slur decorating your words.
“You’ve been saying that a lot lately.”
“I didn’t realise I had a curfew.”
“That’s not what I mean and you know that.” Emily sighed. “We’re about to graduate and you’re out at any party you can find while I work my ass off. You’re not taking it seriously.”
“My grades are fine, Emily. I just want to feel like I have a life outside of all this.”
“Well I can’t keep being woken up with you stumbling in at night. I can’t keep being interrupted by you coming back drunk when I’m studying. You know I can’t afford to fuck this up.”
“I know.”
“It’s like we’re on different wavelengths.”
“I know.”
You couldn’t meet each other’s eyes with the way they stung with tears, so scared that you’d both break with just a glance.
“I love you so much but it’s as though we’re different people now, y’know?” Emily uttered through a shaking voice, wiping at the tear on her cheek with the end of her sleeve.
“Mhm.” You nodded, clearing your throat to find your voice again. “We’re not who we were at the beginning. We’ve changed.”
You’re so right for each other. Perfect. But the world is cruel and time is painful and sometimes things don’t align the way they should.
“I love you, Emily. I’m so sorry. I wish I could be better for you. I wish I didn’t feel so suffocated and trapped in this hole that I’m trying to climb out of. The hole my mother buried me in. God, I wish I could be better for you.”
“No. You don’t have to be sorry.” She returned with tears matching your own and her arms wrapping around your body. “You haven’t done anything wrong. We’re just not ready for the same things. The timing isn’t right, no matter how much it fucking hurts my heart to admit.”
The taste of salt coated your lips when you kissed and each breath that sounded in the room was stuttered, lingering in an embrace you so desperately wished to last forever. It was unspoken for now, you’d work out the formalities another time but for tonight you let yourselves live the night with freedom. Teary freedom with each other, kisses and touches so perfect, falling asleep entwined with puffy eyes.
“You are the truest love I could have ever imagined.” Emily whispered. “Nothing could ever take away this feeling I have for you. I think it was created for you. I think that you were made for me.”
“You will always have my heart, Em. I can only dream of one day being able to take it back.”
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Years passed. So many years with an Emily shaped space looming near. Though she lived in the back of your mind it wasn’t uncommon for her to be the only thought your brain could focus on. But that was a different time. You hadn’t seen her since graduation and even that was merely a smile across the room, you couldn’t bear anything more, not with the inevitable ending. You’d thought it best to interact as little as possible, sparing yourselves of the agony. There was no cure for the pain, only the numbing of time.
The ding of the elevator closing behind you was the beginning of your new job, the career you’d been working towards. A bubbly blonde grinning at you from across the room caught you off guard and her excited announcement made you want to hide your face in embarrassment.
“You must be the newbie.” She smiled with quick steps carrying her towards you. “I’m Penelope Garcia.” She introduced with an excited shake of your hand with hers as she guided you towards the others.
She looked the same. Her jaw was sharper maybe and her eyes sported lines of laughter but it was still her. Emily Prentiss, the one who’d kept your heart. Perhaps you could feel the thumping in your chest again if she’d be so gracious to let you. If she could forgive you.
You didn’t quite know what to expect. Would she pretend your past was nothing, brush you off like a tarnish? Would she unleash some kind of anger she’d been holding onto, send you running, wishing you’d never even applied to this job? You felt your palms grow clammy with the way her eyes were so set on yours, unwavering for what felt like eternity.
It was like it was just the two of you, soul peering into soul. And then you had your answer, as though nothing had soured between you. Like the clock that once was broken had been repaired and the time that once controlled you was being steered into place by your own wanting hands.
She smiled that smile you’d been dreaming of for all this time; a beaming upturn of her lips that told you all she wanted you to know, that she still held your heart for safe keeping. That just seeing you again, both of you free, standing on the line of time with one foot in front of the other, was all she ever needed. You were the same people but time had changed for the better.
And in that moment, for the first time since that night, you had your heart again.
And you smiled back.
#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss x fem!reader#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x you#emily prentiss fanfic#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader
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Casual | A Klaroline song-fic
An unstable and intense relationship between Klaus and Caroline based on the song 'Casual' by Chappell Roan, Klaus looking for sexual release and Caroline looking for a genuine connection. A relationship doomed to fail.
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My friends call me a loser, ‘cause I’m still hanging around.
“You’re still hanging around that asshole?” Bonnie arched one of her dark brows, a skeptical look on her face, swirling the straw in her Coca Cola around, the ice quietly clinking together quietly.
“You’re acting like a desperate loser.” Katherine downed one of her many shots of vodka, scoffing at her friends desperation for a man who only wanted sex, “Klaus is a dick who doesn’t deserve you.”
Caroline silently stirred her own straw in her drink, her glossed lips pressed into a line. She knew Katherine was right, Klaus was a dick. But she held out for hope that maybe he’d felt more for her, maybe he felt for her like she did for him.
READ HERE ON AO3
#the originals#klaroline#the vampire diaries#caroline forbes#kc fandom#kc fic#kcfic#klaroline fandom#klaroline fanfic#klaroline fanfiction#klaroline forever#klaroline fic#klaus x caroline#klaus mikaelson#ao3 link#ao3#ao3feed#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#writers on tumblr#artists on tumblr#ao3 tags#ao3 author#ao3fic#the vampire diaries fanfic#vampire diaries
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—OC(S) AS OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS
ty for tagging me @vicciouxs ! ♡
tagging: @skaterboisims , @scifidreams , @lilamausmaus (idk if u've been tagged already feel free to skip tho!)
[ MAKINA ]
ANIMAL: luna moth
COLORS: june bud
MONTH: june
SONG(S): world ♡ princess - grimes , i wanna be software - grimes , metadata - willix and ZØMB , stargirl - yameii online
NUMBER: 13
PLANTS: wisteria
SMELLS: peppermint / menthol
GEMSTONE: alexandrite
TIME OF DAY: midnight til dawn
SEASON: summer
PLACES: metaverse / a bustling city
FOOD: cotton candy
DRINKS: pixel flavored coca cola byte or ramune soda
ELEMENT: space / akasha
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: gemini
SEASONINGS: paprika / black pepper
SKY: starry night skies
WEATHER: summer breeze
MAGICAL POWER: teleportation / shapeshifting
WEAPONS: laser guns
SOCIAL MEDIA: twitch / myspace
MAKEUP PRODUCT: lip gloss, glitter & graphic liners
CANDY: pop rocks
METHOD OF LONG DINSTANCE TRAVEL: spacecraft
ART STYLE: contemporary
FEAR: kenophobia
MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: android / virtual girl
PIECE OF STATIONARY: neon gel pens
THREE EMOJIS: 🤖🌌⭐
CELESTIAL BODY: star clusters
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Bonne Bell Coca Cola, Black Cherry Vanilla, Cherry Coca Cola, and Barqs Rootbeer Lipsmackers
Christmas 2006
Found on Ebay, user kerrybluevintage
#bonne bell#vintage bonne bell#coca cola#lipsmackers#bonne bell coca cola lipsmackers#2000s christmas#bonne bell christmas#coca cola lipsmackers#2000s nostalgia#cherry coca cola#cherry coke#barqs rootbeer#cherry coke lip gloss#barqs rootbeer lip gloss#black cherry vanilla coke#black cherry vanilla#2000s lipsmackers
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Writing time!!!!!!
Got this idea while listening to Sleepless 10/10 song would recommend.
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4:05 AM. Big bold letters on his clock tease him with the fact that he still can't sleep. And how could he? How could Geto possibly sleep soundly when his best friend is just down the hall unaware of how he feels? He couldn't.
It drove him up the wall. So instead of trying to sleep any longer he just got up and went to the showers. Hoping that maybe the warm water would help him rid his mind of those clear blue eyes that reminded him of summer skies.
It didn't. Fuck.
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He goes back to his room and flops down onto his bed. His hair splaying all around him. He sighs. Then he sits up and looks at the clock again. 5:01 AM. He reaches for the nightstand and grabs a hair tie. Carefully putting his hair up into a ponytail.
There's nothing to do so early in the mornings. So he gets up and decides to get dressed for the day. He had a long day of missions and classes ahead of him after all.
And hopefully he would get to see him.
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"Suguru! You're awake!"
He jumps and turns to look over his shoulder. Ah there he is. Hair tussled from tossing and turning all through the night. Somehow looking perfectly imperfect. And his eyes are not yet covered by those sunglasses. Geto has to stop himself from swooning.
"Yeah. I've been up for a while. Couldn't sleep." Gojo nods. A wide grin on his lips. Geto can see the slight gloss from those candy flavor lip blams he loves to wear. He wonders, how do they taste?
He forces those thoughts away. "Why don't you come to my room next time then?" And Geto struggles to find out if he's being serious or teasing.
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9:00 AM.
"And he's messing with me! I know he is! 'You can come to my room next time.' But I'm onto him!" Geto is in the infirmary with Shoko. Forcing her to listen to him ramble about his boy troubles. She hands him a cigarette. "Need this?"
Get immediately takes it. "There's no way he was being serious. He was probably just teasing me again." He's sitting on one of the beds and pouting. While Shoko tries to work. "Well maybe he is being serious." Geto scoffs and takes a drag from the cigarette. "Yeah right. You know he loves to mess with me."
Shoko rolls her eyes. "Look you're his one and only or something. He calls you two the strongest. And you're the only one he let's call him by his first name. If that's not enough of a sign I don't know what is!" She throws her hands up exasperated.
Geto rolls his eyes again. "I'm just waiting for him to say something more. Maybe tell me that he likes guys with black hair. Or purple eyes." He shrugs. Shokos buries her head in her hands. "I swear you two make me wanna kill myself." Geto laughs while Shoko glares at him.
"If you don't tell him I will." Geto shrugs. "Really? Let me show you something my dear friend." Shoko nods and they both leave to find Gojo.
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10:30 AM. Geto finds Gojo. Shoko trailing behind him. "Satoru!" Gojo turns and lights up. "Suguru!" He runs to Geto and jumps into his arms. Something Geto had to get used to. So he catches Gojo with ease. "My mission was soooooo long!" He complains. And Shoko feels like ripping out her hair.
How is he so oblivious? "Satoru I love you. I love you so much it hurts." And Gojo, with the biggest smile, says, "Aw Suguru! I love you too! You're my best friend." Geto looks at Shoko, still holding Gojo, and glares at her. "Damn. So maybe you need to try harder?" Getos eye twitches.
Then he nods. "Ok fine." He full on kisses Gojo. Tasting that coca cola flavored lip balm. And Gojo just smiles. "I missed you too! We should go get some mochi!" Shoko blinks.
He's hopeless.
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For some reason I love the idea of an oblivious ass Gojo and a very obvious Geto. It's so cute to me
#jjk#satosugu#geto suguru#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#shoko ieiri#oblivous#vs#Obvious#They are teens again#Gojos six eyes lowkey don't work#Gojo can't tell the difference between romantic and platonic love#Geto is slowly going insane
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Alright saw… @gingerbreton do this thanks to @persephotea’s reblog, and now I’m doing this and tagging her. I might be back, we will see. ANYWAY.
Amy
SEASONING: Pepper
WEATHER: Blue skies with fluffy clouds
COLOR: A bright red that you see on baseball uniforms, and a dark blue that you see in the bright night sky.
SKY: A night sky so clear that you can see millions of stars in the sky and variations of blue, or a summer sky with big fluffy clouds, anytime between 12 - 6pm.
MAGICAL POWER: You know how Wolverine & Deadpool can regenerate? Like that and then also flight.
HOUSEPLANT: You got this plant from the grocery store because it’s pretty, and it flowered that one time and hasn’t flowered again. And despite everything it’s still alive and green, but you’re never sure if it’ll flower again.
WEAPON: Laser Rifle- heavily modified and chunky.
SUBJECT: Art or Film Lit.
SOCIAL MEDIA: MySpace
MAKEUP PRODUCT: Coca Cola Lip Smackers Lip Gloss
CANDY: Sour balls & big pink chewy bubblegum
FEAR: Apeirophobia
ICE CUBE SHAPE: Crunchy
METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Midnight/Early Morning Flight, Greyhound, or Motorcycle
ART STYLE: Either cartoony influenced by comic books & cartoons, or very realistic almost botanical
MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Idk why, but my brain is giving my gryphon.
PIECE OF STATIONARY: Graphite Pencil & Washable Marker
THREE EMOJIS: 🥱🤔🖕
CELESTIAL BODY: The Big Dipper
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Lipstick
Ever since I was little, I have been obsessed with lipstick. As young as five years old, I was enchanted by the bright reds, shimmery pinks, glassy corals–almost every color imaginable in a bottle, tube, or jar. By the age of nine, I had memorized the layout of Wal-Mart’s beauty section as I wandered the aisles, gazing at those forbidden tubes. From the sleek black of Revlon to the tempting gold of Milani to the bright, plasticky pinks of Hard Candy, the containers stared at me, tauntingly, seeming to ask “When will you put us on?” as I traversed the beauty section, imagining a future in which I would inevitably wear bright red lipstick every day of the week.
When I was a child, of course, my mother would have never let me out of the house in real lipstick, so I had to content myself with lip balms. Lip Smackers–particularly Dr. Pepper, Coca-Cola, and Vanilla Malt–were my go-to. Every morning, I would slather my lips in synthetic flavor as I prepared to march out the door on my way to school. I knew that the balm was a weak substitute for the “real deal”, but I enjoyed the flavors and the grown-up feeling of the closest thing I had to real lipstick.
The next logical step in this journey? Lip gloss. My mother finally decided it was fine for me to wear the little kid stuff, and I was thrilled. I loved lip gloss; it was essentially lip balm, but with a much more sophisticated shine (or so I told myself). I wore it all the time…at least, when I had it. I ran out fast due to overuse, and it was usually a while before I got more, so I figured out pretty quickly that I should continue to use my Lip Smackers for “everyday use” and only wear the grown-up gloss on what my young brain deemed “special occasions”. This worked fine, and I was somewhat content to simply wear gloss and lip balm, but I think even then all that I really wanted was a bright red lipstick. As I became a middle schooler, my mom allowed me to wear her plain, nude lipstick occasionally when we went to church, though the color was never as bold as I would have hoped.
Finally, in seventh grade, the day came. While taking me shopping for basic makeup in the fluorescent aisles of Wal-Mart, my mom casually agreed to let me wear lipstick every day. I tried to stay collected as the little girl inside of me squealed and jumped for joy. Laughing at my excitement, my mother selected a more “everyday” color for me: a soft, rusty reddish-brown called Rum Riche. That was the first official lipstick in my now-expansive collection that contains every color I can get my hands on, including my beloved bright red.
The cool-toned bright red in question–Russian Red by MAC–is my current choice whenever I need a pick-me-up, or when I just want to feel fancy. I don’t wear it as often as my other shades, but the compliments abound when I do. Just last week, my gym teacher told me that she loves it when I wear bright red lipstick, because “No one expresses themselves anymore–it’s nice to see young people doing their own thing.” I love this, because to me, that is what lipstick is: an expression of the self, worn proudly on the face. In fact, it is unlikely that you will ever catch me without a colorful product of some sort on my lips, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Compiled Scents
Mustard
Peppermint
Whiskey
Dark Chocolate
Root Beer
Squid Ink Pasta
Wheat
Coffee
Custard
Popcorn
Meatballs
Chocolate Fudge
Chocolate Cake
Barbecue Sauce
Pepper
Carrots
Fresh Fish
Coca-Cola
Tequila
Wine
Bacon
Caviar
Oysters
Chicken Broth
Protein Powder
Ginger
Tea
Vodka
Calamari
Dog Food
Maple Syrup
Licorice
Coconut
Eggnog
Olives
Mud
Wet Forest Floor
Flowing River
Cedarwood
Rusted Iron
Wet Fur
Amber
Forest
Roses
Fresh Blood
Leather
Coal
Mahogany
Cactus
Driftwood
Bones
Salt
Ash
Flint
Shedded Fur
Graphite
Lava
Cattails
Hay
Tar
Obsidian
Charcoal
Gasoline
Vinyl
Engine Exhaust
Satin
Gunpowder
Wet Cement
Velvet
Hot Iron
Frayed Wires
Change
Corks
Cigarettes
Mochi
Pumpkin
Rice
Sushi
Cantaloupe
Gingerbread
Honey
Toffee
Cheese
Gingersnaps
Flour
Filtered Water
Champagne
Molasses
Butter
Tap Water
Breads
Macadamia Nuts
Almonds
Brown Sugar
Rotting Fish
Tuna
Sake
Grapes
Figs
Yogurt
Milk
Hazelnuts
Chestnuts
Banana
Macaroni and Cheese
Peanut Butter
Silver
Earth
Oil
Aluminum
Copper
Clay
Aloe Vera
Fresh Rain
Lilies
Ice
Sand
Glue
Melted Wax
Ironed Laundry
Shoe Shiner
Spray Paint
Rubber
Soap
Wet Plaster
Sparks
Cotton
Instant Film Accord
Fresh Laundry
Burnt Sugar
Lemons
Pina Colada
Bubblegum
Melted Marshmallows
Crème Brûlée
White Chocolate
Sugar
Cinnamon
Whipped Cream
Pineapple
Shortbread Cookies
Maraschino Cherry
Cotton Candy
Lollipops
Papaya
Apricots
Margarita
Peaches
Mint
Candied Orange
Cranberry
Caramel
Raspberry Jam
Key Lime Pie
Frosting
Candied Apple
Meringues
Coconut Pie
Macroons
Sugar Crystals
Honeycomb
Cherry Blossoms
Tulips
Daises
Lavender
Pulveroboletus Ravenelli (a type of sweet-smelling mushroom)
Lip Gloss
Sandalwood
Maple
Citrus of any kind (lemon, orange, grapefruit, lime, etc)
Berries of any kind (strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, etc)
Rosemary
Sugar-clove
Moss
Pine
Chocolate
Lemongrass
Cloves
Pomegranate
Cypress
Sage
Teakwood
Pecan
Cherry
Rose water
Firewood
Myrrh
Mocha
Machine oil
Red velvet
Cupcakes/cakes
Pancakes/waffles
Iron
Shampoos/deodorants
burnt anything
Smoke
Pine Trees
Fireplace
Aftershave
Old Spice
Burning Wood
Apple Pie
New Car Smell
BBQ
Matches
Fresh Money
Patchouli
Seawater
Seaweed
Pears
Pesto
Sautéed Onions
Funnel Cake
Fresh Cut Grass
Ink
Snap Fire Crackers
Wet Dog
Rancid Meat
Blood
Sweaty Feet
Bamboo
Shortbread
Macaroons
Sharpies
Baby Powder
Butterscotch
Mangos
Sautéed Garlic
Marigolds
Lilacs
Vanilla
Soda
Vinegar
Chocolate Covered
Jasmine
Spearmint
Old Books
Honeysuckle
Eucalyptus
Marijuana
Cinnamon Bun
Apples
Sea Breeze
Magnolia Trees
Thunderstorms
Cherries
S’mores
Cookies Fresh from the Oven
Sky After it Rains
Smell of Baskin Robins
Burnt Rubber
Rotten Eggs
Bleach
Nail Polish Remover
Fresh clean laundry
Wood
Paper (old or new)
Sugarcane
Straw
Rosin
Cocoa
Dough
Oats
Herbs
spices‐ anise, clove, nutmeg, savory paprika cardamom
Root vegetables
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RED-VELVET, GUTS, WHORE.
Lights, Camera, Acción. Winter dusk’s constellations whistled transcendent dreams, bathed in the ethereal glow of aurora’s luminescence. Airy bittersweet radiant amidst melodrama in the air. Ensnared by the meaning of slumber, I existed in-between a haze cognizant disruption and somnolent reverie. Awakened by the silence, burdened by the aphasic blare of the alarm's siren. Still I lay, halfway slanted over my body draped on the pearly-white and ivory golden rounded couch in despair. Languishing, unfathomed by the remnants from the night prior. A hangover grippingly lingers, seeping within and regret chokes me tight.
An aluminium can of Coca-Cola Cherry descends in echoes cluttering spillage on the white marble floor, as the scent of cigarette musk lingers in the atmosphere. Cursing breaths elicit underneath my throat and between faded red-stained lips. Wrapped in light's embrace, I’d wander through the resplendent marble vestibule interior of my apartment and enter its marbled white duluxe bathroom abiding inside the steamy mist.
Moments within time passed by hastily. The water droplets that were cascading down my freshen skin and glistening diamonds were now dry. My platinum tresses blew out and straightened to perfection. With a glimpse of anticipation, I begin to apply skincare products on my adorning bare facade with the right amount of elixir. The serums and creams melt seamlessly, enhancing my features. I glowed, dewy like a glazed doughnut and metamorphosed the art besotted flawlessness. A reflection initiates an art canvas amongst finger painting various colors to create an illusion of beauty, soft pads of my fingers blend in Les Beiges foundation by Chanel, my perception of art would be naturals, delicately blending in to embrace color. Then, I conceal without a brush, it'll look natural and any imperfections underneath the eyes will magically disappear using The Chanel Radiance Concealer as a little goes along the way. I add another touch of a blush, reaching for the N°1 de Chanel lip and cheek balm, a little dab here and there would suffice a bit of warmth.
Then, I use a brush to delicately dance, each stroke creates a symphony of shades and hues as I lace together artistry and self-expression.
I enhance my dewy glow, defining my features. Chanel's Les Beiges bronzer sculpts my sharp cheekbones. For my eyelids, I use the luxurious Ombre Premier cream eyeshadow, and for my perfectly shaped brows, I reach for Chanel's Le Gel Sourcils. A few strokes to shape and define my fuller brows. And at last, by accomplishing the look, I apply the Noir Allure mascara for voluminous lashes. Since my lashes are naturally long and I don't wear falsies, it makes other models presume they have feathers for eyes. With the Chanel Nude Brun lip pencil I trace the shape of my cupid's bow, filling in the corners. And a glossed layer for a mesmerizing finish.
Passing through an elevator exit, alabastrine glow painted air illumination, heavenly renaissance interior upon the ceilings reconcile with a gaze before relinquishing for day. Bypassing the doorman who greets residents “Good Morning,” I feel a breeze of winter air wandering along the sidewalk around a nearest corner and a further pathway I spotted Au Cœur Couronné nestled upper-right in the corner, it’s sign in the shape of a reddened heart underneath a golden crown pendant embedded on peal-white cobblestone wall, arched windows and the doors infinitely ajar. Au Cœur Couronné beckons me inside without a second thought, saccharine pastry collides with the robust aroma of delicate brewed coffee and Chocolat Chaud. I preferred this place amongst other coffeehouses. The interior full of historical art statues, paintings attached upon carmine walls and golden panels ignite French architecture and monochrome checkerboard floors. Au Cœur Couronné's cake exhibit varied its delicacy with marbled macarons of scarlet cherry, pearly-white, and speckling gold leafs. Éclairs. Cupcakes of carmine served with velvety white chocolate frosting and on top a glint of glitter, on the far left array’s cherry and raspberry torté, blackberry red wine chocolate gourmet and decadent strawberry tarts. A burst of redness captivating the art of passion and desire, but lastly among it all was the heart shaped red-velvet cake embroidered in its velvety texture, tiny hearts and rich palate. Adrifting, I withheld from the cake stand, making a note to order one for Friday. My attention temptingly drawn to the savoury salads. I was enticed, gazing for no more than three seconds. Salade de fraises, épinards et laitue. I've been in this position before. But an error suffices, an allergy to strawberries. I loathe food as much as I'd yearned for it. A prying urge to endorse pain, satisfaction had won as my intrusive thoughts consumed the very best of me. Upon reaching the plastic transparent box and pomegranate dressing resting on top, I rested it on the counter as the barista behind greeted me with a warming welcome.
“Morning, what can I get for you today?”
Through the reflection of noir sunglasses, he is unaware that I am gazing while he harbours a smile with his ocean blue eyes, exhausted with genuine curiosity. I paused momentarily to ponder what I'd been craving for.
“A regular on the go will do. Make it 170 degrees, but don't burn the foam and no sugar.”
As he gestures towards the coffee machine, brewing a fresh pot with steam flowing and the aroma of fresh beans filling our senses. I wander off to claim my seat by an arched window, seeking a more subdued light. Craving for grandiose between my lips, I search for the heart-shaped Vivienne Westwood lighter and ignite a grandiose cigarette. The smoke swirls around me in a wistful dance. Coffee is served and I ask for the card machine, paying for the things I purchased.
Ashes burned in-between a few sips of brew and smoke. I'd take a break from intoxicants to inhale crisp, cold draft, then exhale. Amidst all tranquil, my own thoughts soon conspired upon me. They crept in and whispered as temptation overbared the bylaws of my consequences. I'd soon disremember about my allergic susceptible affect, the indulgence of pain this would bring. Embracing determination to my senses, it became apparent that I disregard haunting thoughts and savour Salade de fraises, épinards et laitue.
Lights, Camera, Acción. Strut on the runway, evade from jogging, running, or waving. Let your countenance remain stoic, and prevent smiles. Embrace the power of a resting bitch face. Stay focused and exude expressionism of the higher ground. At the Chateau Hall rhythmic melodies reverate, stroboscopic light and camera flare beaming within the distance. The upcoming fashion extravaganza, a spectacle of sartorial brilliance drew nearer with each passing day, casting a shimmering aura of anticipation upon our hearts. The runaway stage design was noir, monochromic, capturing attention with bold elements. Mirror pillars would reflect the stage and the centrepiece persists with an open wide mouth, symbolising the presence and nature of the fashion world. It almost looks surreal with a touch of mystery behind it, but overall its aesthetic would be an unforgettable runway experience. Models would walk in as others would exit out. I was supposed to be up there myself, but being already late, I'd face consequences. Leaning upon the door frame, gazes of the cosmos never faltered as colleagues who participated exulted the platform.
‘’Oh, look who decided to show up. Tardy Barbie thinks she's too prestigious for punctuality. Iris won't be thrilled, that's for sure. Guess nobody asked for your fashionably late entrance.’’ Ugh.. Ava’s voice is unbearable like chipped manicured nails on a chalkboard. I find it insufferable when I take a deep breath, the calmness I once abide shattered into pieces, and my body tenses up in utter cringe. Enduring in silence.
‘’Fuck off, Ava.’’
In cold response, still gazing at the stage of catwalks and visuals. A flamed light ignites Gauloises attempting to search calming waters.
“No, I'm going to stay here and watch you get in trouble. Iris should be here any second now.’’
“Aw, like the time you had wandered in and saw your fiancé's cock down my throat, or the time he and I fucked in the bathroom at your wedding? God, he hated you.”
‘’You are such a cold-hearted /bitch/,’ I can hear her voice triggering in a wearing tone.
‘’And you’re a cunt. Maybe deep throat better and you’ll eventually keep someone.’’
I flicked the burning cigarette in her direction, walking in another. She tugs on my arm, her face glowing red but I divert by shoving past her side. Things were still intense between me and Ava, her attempts to taunt me and dredging up past indiscretions perceived as nonchalant. Faces turn at the small commotion across the entrance exit Ava follows like a lost puppy still raging on about the great mistakes I made. Dwelling in the past is far long and exhausting. We were never friends, not even close. In an inconvenient time, while I am still being provoked Iris walks down the hall, folders in hand, and her facade burning red. There is steam almost eliciting out of her ears. I knew Ava would get into shit for causing a scene with her intricate interplay. I watched as Iris dismissed Ava further away from me, disdaining the havoc behind, then turning to me with a stern faded glare. She inquired about my whereabouts. And I explain, though Iris seemingly visibly upset in her frustration with everything else.
“You can't just show up when you want to, otherwise, nothing will work out. I think we'll have to sit you out on this one.” Iris assigns me the task of designing for Alina, lacing her words with a subtle threat of consequences for being late again.
“And Carmilla, if you ever show up late again, I will fire you. That's a final warning.”
Alina Xialing abides in high fashion, soaring elegance at the zenith of 6.5. She is attired in delicate lingerie, and her confidence scaled the rooftops, alluring the ethereal glowing atmosphere. It reflects on her soft, glowing skin. We both have diverse aesthetics but identical concepts for every design, as if it were the art of fate drawing us together. She informs me that my work is immaculate, admiring the designs almost warmed up my icy cold heart and would be honoured to wear every piece. Upon the attire fitted on her slender figure is a translucent skin mesh top laced with Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way” in noir infinite artwork. Her skirt is shortened to her slender thighs, and she wears high-knee heels creating a stunning visualisation. The tattoo on her right arm adds an edgy glimpse to her final ply of artistic expressions. I perceive as if I’d near despise her.
On the runway an array of girls find solace in intoxicated elixirs for confidence and courage, others imbibe for ketamine and a variety while the majority use the pleasure in any substances they can get their hands on. They’re driven by famine and insatiable hunger exhilarated by their own experience, it's no wonder they seem halfway through their demise. I stood on the top floor, leaning over the balcony, I couldn't help but observe the disastrous scene unfolding on the runway. The model, seemingly under the influence, stumbled along the path, her eyes drawn to something beyond the gleaming, flashing lights. It was as if she had taken more than enough substance to charge past her limits. Beside me stood Iris and her boyfriend, engaged in a conversation laced with flirtatious undertones. He shamelessly tried to win her over, while Iris, seemingly tipsy and lightweight, laughed uncontrollably. Just like the model, she stumbled like an idiot, and my eyes widened in shock as I heard something crack, I almost dropped the burning Gauloises.The entire place seemed to synchronise its gasps, stifled laughter, and the model's face was now full of blood, dripping onto the floor. To my surprise, Iris rejected her boyfriend's advances, adding another unexpected twist to the chaotic scene rushing past to aid the falling model’s side.
‘’You’re staring.’’
I hear a deep, stoic voice say in one ear.
‘’What?’’ Caught off guard, I respond.
‘’I said, you’re staring.’’ Repeating his words. He takes the half-burned cigarette and settles it in-between his lips. I can’t believe my eyes won't tear away from his intense gaze. It’s consuming me.
‘’Way too much.’’
He reminded me so much of…
‘’I was gazing.’’ Sternly, I managed to say.
‘’And?’’ He challenges.
‘’Why are you with Iris? She’s out of your league.’’
‘’I keep some women for entertainment purposes.’’ He shrugs in response, a smirk forming upon his lips.
‘’You’re disgusting.” I whisper, secretly intrigued by this. Half-smiling. We both step closer, feeling the tension build around us. I reach into my pocket and hand him a slip of paper with my apartment number written in red. I slip it into his white, golden, and silver ringed palm. As my eyes wander away from Iris' boyfriend, I notice the untouched bottles of champagne on the table. I end up taking one with me as I head back home.
Back at the apartment, I sit, indulging in a delicious tub of ice cream. The bottle of champagne is almost half empty, and I can't help but get swept away by the scenery, glamour, and drama of Gossip Girl. I admire the art of Blair Waldorf her epitome of ambition and determination, always striving at the top, and a little like Serena, effortless with beauty and a free-spirited nature. The one who has it all. But just as the show on the screen reaches its peak, there's an interruption at my door. I get up from the pearly-white and ivory-golden rounded couch, dragging both feet on the white-marbled floor. The timing couldn't be worse. I'm caught off guard, trying to find the right words to navigate this unexpected encounter.
He would only want one favour from me with his heartless demeanour, add it with a few lines of ketamine and coke and we’re both all over the place. It's a moment of confusion, conflicting emotions, and the lingering question of whether I should let my ex-boyfriend inside.
And I do, surrendering into his embrace. The door closes.
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DIARY ⟢
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ᯓ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑.
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C O S M I C A N A K I N ও ݁.﹒ i'm karissa 𓇼 but better known as kari. she ノ her ┊ twenty ┊ latina ┊ straight ┊ 𝐚 𝐮 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐫 virgo sun aries moon capricorn rising 𓂃 ݁ ੭୧
. . . 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐑-𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !
001. ꣑୧ movies / shows. supernatural the vampire diaries outer banks pineapple express peaky blinders transformers saga training day she's all that. singles jennifer's body that '70s show criminal minds sons of anarchy step up the great gatsby top gun & top gun maverick lords of dogtown american me step brothers gilmore girls spider-man fear the crow sixteen candles lost boys the craft takers fast saga erin brockovich elvis 2022 boyz in the hood desperado the boys tombstone ghost rider dawson's creek dark angel euphoria
002. ꣑୧ celebrities / actors / characters. jensen ackles paul walker dean winchester sam winchester castiel damon salvatore vinnie hacker hayden christensen zayn malik henry cavill brian o'conner beau arlen tupac megan fox jay adams cindy kimberly madelyn cline drew starkey jeffrey dean morgan jessica alba stevie nicks marilyn monroe zoe kravitz channing tatum tom hardy miles teller matt dillon chris cornell layne stayley eddie vedder heath ledger chad michael murray
003. ꣑୧ bands / artists. korn alice in chains led zeppelin kiss rihanna zayn metallica the white stripes the weeknd linkin park p.o.d mack 10 tool blondie the neighbourhood mötley crüe kendrick lamar the rolling stones stone temple pilots m83 limp bizkit bon jovi soundgarden pearl jam the cranberries foster the people oasis coldplay the doors mazzy star evanescence the animals jack & jack yeah whatever godsmack staind hozier yeat 21 savage metro boomin the verve sublime lana del rey journey billy idol future aventura eminem j. cole red hot chili peppers kurupt kings of leon tamia fleetwood mac kali uchis christina aguilera
004. ꣑୧ more details about kar. writing! bass solos! acoustic guitars! wrist tats! pre rolled blunts! karaoke! almond nails! iced vanilla lattes! cat luvr! deep sleeper! sunsets! late night drives! classic cars! kim k core! pigtails n bows! vinyl records! lace cropped tees! baggy jeans! juicy couture! tiny plushies! tote bags! chuck taylors! old skool vans! y2k mcbling coded! hoop earrings! blurry pics! nose rings! butterfly clips! long flowy skirts! bejeweled lighters! toffee lip liner! juicy lip gloss! cherry vanilla coca cola! dachshund puppies! dilfluvr! '00s baby! dickies 874!
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