#fishtail ldr

[glittergroovy]

[vanillacherrypie]

welcome 2 my blog ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ • some things about me: • ʚ• I'm from Bellevue, Washington •ɞ ʚ• I love Lana!!! •ɞ ʚ• I hate that orange felon •ɞ ʚ• fav song: violets for roses •ɞ ʚ• I love hating on men •ɞ ʚ• Fav sport: badminton (I suck though ( ╯□╰ )) •ɞ ʚ• I LOVEEEE sweet things •ɞ ʚ• catsss!! •ɞ ʚ• reading, walking, baking •ɞ ʚ• I loveee coffee •ɞ ʚ• fav dessert: madeleines •ɞ ʚ• dms open!! •ɞ ʚ• friends plsss •ɞ •˚⋆If you're a man literally delete this app.⋆ ˚•

[cherrryblosssoming]

Im not that smart, but ive got things to say.

[tyin-cherry-knots]

been feelin’ like her lately

[cherryrevenge]

[jln1287]

[bublinko]

NEW ART FOR SALE:

Lana del Rey - Fishtails drawing on paper by @stephaniegunnz Size: A4 Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean blvd

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[sad-drake-lyrics]

you wanted me sadder baby, can't you see it? for me, you are the one and if i'm not the one for you don't you see it? i was on the stairs Ella Fitzgerald in the air feelin' hella rare baby, if you care baby, don't you dare say you'll braid my hair, babe don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe if you don't really care you wanted me sadder you wanted me sadder you wanted me sadder you wanted me sadder

[wtlb]

[l1vidity]

I remember I used to be bsfs with this one person and they said fishtail by lana was BORING we aren't friends anymore for unrelated reasons but yeah

[mermaidinthecity]

Dancing there in the hot, hot sun. I know that we've got problems. I plan to address them another day. Palm trees in black and white. I see in technicolor. Maybe I'll take my glasses off so I stop painting red flags green. Lately, I've been sunning in the LA riverbed, wearing nothing but the summer bruises on my knees. I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me. But, lately, I can see, you wanted me sadder, baby. You wanted me sadder. You wanted me sadder. Can't you see it? For me, you are the one and if I'm not the one for you, fon't just say it. I was on the stairs, Ella Fitzgerald in the air. Feeling hella rare. Baby, if you care, baby, don't you dare say you'll braid my hair, see. Baby, if you care, then, baby, don't you dare say that you really care. Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair when you get home tonight. If you don't really care, yeah, don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe. If you don't really care, see, don't you braid my hair if you're not coming home to me, ah ah. You want someone sadder. Skipping rope in the bayou, bayou. Slip softly in terrain. I'm not that smart. But I've got things to say.

Fishtail by Lana Del Rey

[glittergroovy]

Fishtail • Lana Del Rey

[earlymorninglow]

like lana said "maybe i'll take my glasses off so i stop painting red flags green"

why do i always love the walking red flag

[handnecklace]

“I see in technicolor/ Maybe I’ll take my glasses off so I stop painting red flags green”

Fishtail- LDR

[urdeadsweetheart]

Fishtail by LDR x Fake Pontchartrain by $B

[benevolentdivinity]

Fishtail (Loki x Reader)

A/N: This is the first fic I’m posting on this account, so I hope you enjoy!!

(Part of the LDR Song Series)

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“C’mere my love,” you we’re getting ready for your first official day at court with the love of your life. Serfs were bustling about, chatting about colors and fabrics as the small, warm breeze from the balcony came in. It brushed your face just so ever, your long strawberry blonde hair sweeping across your cheek.

“My love?”

Your focus shifted towards him, a rush of blood coming to the surface of your cheeks as you couldn’t help but smile.

“Mhm?” You hummed. The serfs prepared your dress and continued to ask you questions regardless of your answers.

“A lady should not have her hair waving about in court now should she?” His demeanor serious as he rested against his staff. As your smile fell, he came closer with his brows furrowed.

“Baby, you know i wasn’t serious.” He caressed your head, pushing the strands behind your ear.

He sat behind you on the bed, pulling your shoulders straight.

“Let me braid your hair sweet girl.” He brushed his fingers over the crown of your head, gathering a part to start braiding. You sat thoughtlessly as he gently tugged and pulled on your hair, making his way down to your ends in a fishtail pattern.

Your clammy hands sat clasped in your lap, as your teeth tugged at your bottom lip.

All you could think about was your first official day at court as newlyweds. The past month was bliss, the honeymoon surreal. Everything was forgotten till yesterday, when it was announced you and your husband would be in attendance for court that next afternoon.

“My love,”

Your thoughts cleared like clouds at the sound of his voice.

“You will be okay today. I will not leave your side, promise.” He offered his pinky just as you did as children. You took and bent yours around his.

“Promise.”

“Shall you get dressed now, darling?” He asked wrapping his arms around you.

“I suppose i should, hm?” You joked, he smiled before heading for the door.

“Ill be just outside, baby.”

You smiled as the door shut loudly behind him. Your handmaids bustled around you, taking your night clothes off and sticking you in a tight, but stunning asgardian dress, especially ordered by your dear husband.

“A lady should not wear that type of braid to court m’lady.” One of the older handmaids said, ushering to undo it.

“No,” you turned quickly, grabbing the braid as it swung around and putting it across your shoulder.

“But m’lady,” she tried to rebuttal. You’ve known her since childhood, she changed your diapers, so she had some pull on your opinions.

“No thank you. That is it.” You said coyly. She sighed and reached for the tiara you are to wear for that day.

Your cheeks grew red as she laid it on your head, realization once again seeping in.

“Are you ready my sweet?” He said through the door. Your cheeks were practically tomatoes at this point.

“Yes, my love.” You said as you opened the door. His eyes roamed over your body with such lust. A smirk appeared on his face as he put his hand behind your back ushering you forward.

As he kissed you forehead as you reached the top of the stairs, he leaned down to whisper.

“I shall thoroughly tug that braid later, hm?”