#coca cola lip glosses

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

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

[the-anxious-acrobat]

[hapinesbuterfiy]

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

[ribbonprincess]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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"

[m3hgumi]

— 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

[dollykiller]

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 ����🍨🍭

[dontsh0vethesun]

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.

–

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.

—

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.”

—

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.

[cosmicanakin]

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[thisfeelslike-iykyk]

omg omg omg congrats! can i have you know without you, I'm so lonely!" with me x dallas winston? i’m so in love with him

maddie x dally. dark brown and cherry red. bad boy x good girl. a coquette angel. dallas winston's love is one that you're lucky to have. you're the only one to see him cry and genuinely laugh. dallas's love is late night stargazing on the roof of his house, listening to the worries and secrets he only spills to you when he's a little tipsy. (these fears and secrets, of course, are safe with you.) going a little crazy at parties. dates at the drive in movie theater. pink lip gloss and coca colas. and in the same way that dallas is honored that you would have him as he is, he could not be more thankful that you would be willing to give yourself to him in return.

song: "mantra", jennie

@glxsyymads hey maddie! I hope you liked your moodboard! it's my first time making a moodboard for a topic like this so I hope I did okay 💛 also the dallas love is so real

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bonne Bell Coca Cola, Black Cherry Vanilla, Cherry Coca Cola, and Barqs Rootbeer Lipsmackers

Christmas 2006

Found on Ebay, user kerrybluevintage

[klaroveins]

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.

— — — — — — — — — —

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

[machinegrl]

—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

[frogwithgun]

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

[softlyapocalytpic]

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

[hannahthepalindrome]

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. 

[demonictreegremlin]

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