#fleece beanie babies

[cutencuddlycreatures]

Beanie Babies: Fleece

[voidboxshop]

Beanie Baby Espeon!

Just a lil guy!

A part of the eeveelutions series!

[loch-ness-blogster]

I MADE THE LEANING TOWER OF BEANIE BABIES FROM THE 101 THINGS TO DO WITH UR BEANIE BABIES LIST :0

(ANY MORE BEANIES AND IT WOULDVE TOPPLED OVER)

EDIT: IF U WANT THE LIST ITS https://web.archive.org/web/19980212194526/http://ty.com/beanie/games/101things/index.html

[tj-crochets]

I just realized next month is pride month! Any requests for pride plushies or quilts I should make? Like, flags I should make things out of, particular plushie requests, anything

[planetbeanie]

Lot Of 5 Random Beanie Babies, $12🐨

[thylacines-toybox]

Found another TY platypus in the wild! The platypus stack grows! This time it's the original Beanie Baby Patti, found in the local recycle shop.

Like with the others, I made a custom tail for this Patti. I only had a scrap of matchy yellow fleece to use though, so it came out a bit small, ah well. I moved the tag to hide underneath the tail too.

(Oh, just noticed I forgot to put nostrils on this one! I'll do that too.)

[amhrosina]

MCU Men During Your Second/Third Trimester (Pregnancy Headcanons//Pt. 3)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

Requests are open!

A/N: I don't have anything to add to this, other than enjoy!

Link to Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Frank Castle: 

We all know Frank would be a fantastic partner during your pregnancy. 

His hand is constantly ghosting your lower back as you move around, even if it’s just getting up off the couch. 

He’s always asking how you’re feeling and making you ginger tea to help with the nausea.  

When you’re out in public, he’s extra protective of you. 

He always makes sure his arm is around you as you walk down the street, mean-mugging anyone who looks at you for too long. 

When you have to stand and wait for something, he lovingly places his hand on your stomach. 

If it’s Autumn/Winter, he’s always offering to run errands for you because he doesn’t want you to be cold. You compromise by letting him come with you and warm you up along the way. 

Back rubs. BACK RUBS. 

Karen throws you a baby shower and you almost melt when Frank holds up the tiny onesies with tears in his eyes. 

You want to honor Frank’s family by having your daughter’s middle name be “Marie” or “Maria”.  

When you tell Frank this, he dissolves into a big puddle of tears. 

“I love you so, so much, baby. You have no idea what this means to me.” 

“I love you, Frankie.” 

When the baby kicks for the first time, Frank is out getting you a bagel. You’re buzzing with excitement when he gets home.  

He places his hands on your stomach, like he always does when he returns home, and gasps when the baby kicks hard.  

“She’s a fighter, like her daddy.” 

“Maybe she just really likes me, like her mommy.” 

Matt Murdock: 

Matthew “I’m a God Damned Daddy” Murdock would take such good care of you, don’t even get me STARTED. 

Since you’re having twins, your pregnancy is considered more high risk than before, so Matt goes into ultra-protective mode. 

Sometimes you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and find Matt sitting on the edge of the bed, listening for threats. You coax him back to bed and he holds you in his arms as you fall back asleep, safe in his hold. 

When your stomach starts to get noticeable, you decide to tell Karen and Foggy, who are overjoyed.  

Foggy keeps referring to himself in the third person as “Uncle Foggy”. 

Matt rubs lotion on your stomach every night before you go to bed. 

When Matt needs to ground himself, he’ll rest his head on your stomach, listening to the twins and your heartbeats.  

You forego a baby shower, but Foggy insists on buying the babies something every week. So far, you’ve gotten four pairs of shoes, an insane number of onesies, and enough diapers to last you a year.  

Matt likes to go shopping for baby clothes with you so he can feel the material of each item. You're able to find a lot of fleece items, including two swaddle blankets that Matt is able to hold without wincing. 

Matt, of course, feels guilty about this. 

“If cotton is what the babies need, we should get them cotton.” 

“Matthew, I want you to be able to comfortably hold your children. We’ll find other materials. Don’t worry about it, okay?”  

You end up learning how to crochet, so you can make blankets with yarn that Matt likes the feel of.  

Feeling clever, you crochet two small beanies with devil horns sticking out on the top of them. Matt cracks up when he figures out what you’ve done and takes them to work with him the next day to show Foggy. 

The closer you get to your due date, the less Matt patrols at night. He doesn’t want to be away from you for too long, just in case you go into labor. He also knows you’re concerned about his well-being, restlessly sleeping until he crawls into bed with you. 

One night, you’re so exhausted that you’re close to tears and the twins just won’t stop kicking. Matt kneels next to your belly, whispering to the babies. 

“I know you’re so excited to come out of there, but mommy needs her rest.” 

He starts telling them about the night he met you.  

“Oh my god, Matt, it’s working. Don’t stop.” 

You finally slip into unconsciousness, focusing on the way Matt runs his hand over your belly. 

Billy Russo: 

Billy keeps his word about showing you that you can trust him. 

The further along you get, the more he stays over at your apartment. Eventually, he starts keeping a toothbrush and some clothes there.  

He starts sleeping on the couch, claiming he doesn’t want to disturb your sleep schedule, but one night you’re especially restless.  

“Billy?” You call through the door, knowing he’s still awake. 

“Yes, darling? Is everything okay?” 

“I can’t sleep.” 

He crawls into bed with you, pulling you into his chest and running his hand up and down your stomach. He doesn’t sleep on the couch after that night. 

He insists on putting the crib together himself, but after a couple of hours, he ends up calling Frank and asking him to come help.  

The first time you kiss Billy after your fight, you’re close to tears trying to put your shoes and socks on by yourself.  

He stumbles upon your very pregnant form, hunched over and grunting as you try to reach your toes.  

He gently takes the socks out of your hands and kneels down, pulling the socks and shoes on your feet. 

After he helps you up, you quickly press your lips to his. Before he can respond, you waddle towards the front door, waiting for him to follow.  

He accepts that you’ve at least forgiven him a little, but he doesn’t push it and follows your lead. 

Eventually, you suggest that he just officially move in to make it easier for everyone. He eagerly accepts and has the rest of his things moved in by the next weekend. 

He comes home from work with shopping bags a lot, claiming that he couldn’t resist buying something for the baby.  

One night you call him on his way home and tell him you’re craving ice cream.  

He stumbles through the door half an hour later, hands full of at least 15 different flavors. 

“You didn’t say what kind you wanted, so I got you every kind.” 

When he plays the guitar and sings, the baby goes nuts in your stomach. He beams with pride every time. 

“See? He already loves you, Billy.” 

Bucky Barnes: 

Bucky is protective by nature, but you experience a whole new side of protective from him during your second and third trimesters. 

He spends a lot of the time you’re out in public glaring at everyone who walks by. 

He doesn’t like when you take the subway alone, so he arranges his schedule so that he can always accompany you if you have to take the subway.  

If he had it his way, you’d never have to travel, but you have at least one doctor’s appointment a week, so he just makes sure to be with you the whole time.  

When your stomach gets big enough, he’ll hold your stomach up and take the weight of the baby off of you for as long as you need him to. You swear it feels better than sex.  

When you’re 6 weeks away from your due date, your doctor puts you on bed rest to make sure you don’t go into labor too early.  

Bucky is extra attentive, bringing you food and water at all hours of the days.  

The closer you get to your due date, the more you have to pee throughout the night.  

Bucky is always there, helping you walk to the bathroom every time without a complaint, even if it’s the twelfth time you’ve gotten up in four hours. 

He talks to your belly all the time, even if it’s just a sentence in passing. 

“I hope you like plums, little man. They’re the best.” 

You try to organize the nursery one day, but Bucky refuses. You compromise by sitting on the reclining chair and telling him where everything goes.  

He’s more than happy to do it, giddy with excitement over the baby almost being here. 

Peter Parker (Tom Holland): 

I know Peter’s young, but he’d be such a good dad and partner oh my GOD. 

He moves into your apartment fairly early, not wanting to miss a second of your pregnancy. 

He’s very gentle with you, even more so than usual, and constantly asks how you’re feeling. 

When you’re feeling nauseous or you have a headache, he’s quick to offer you something minty and warm. You’ll lay your head on his lap and he’ll run his fingers through your hair. 

One night, he comes home bouncing off the walls with excitement.  

He shows you a tiny shirt with the Spider Man logo on it. 

“The guy on the corner sells them! How cute is that?” 

You and Peter spend one morning giggling at how many things you can balance on your stomach now that you’re fully showing.  

The baby’s due date is during your winter break, so you decide to take the spring semester off with Peter. You’ll both be working, but you’re excited to spend so much time with your baby. 

When you enter your third trimester, your feet get so swollen that you can barely walk. 

It quickly becomes a part of your nightly routine for Peter to massage your feet and legs. 

Peter keeps his spider duties to a minimum once you’re a few weeks away from your due date. 

He kisses you and your belly every chance he gets.  

He spends a lot of time resting his head on your belly, talking to the baby. 

You relish his warmth, grateful that he’s the person you fell in love with. 

End Note: I hope you enjoyed it! There's either going to be one or two more parts of this series before it's considered completed. I have no idea when the next part will be posted, but hopefully that will happen soon! I'm probably going to knock out a request or two first. I seriously can't thank everyone enough for the love I've been getting on this series!

Tag List:

@purple-amaranthe @raajali3 @kokoterainonago666 @minervadashwood @emiemiemiii @h4rrys @alexxavicry @hallecarey1 @mymamalife

[shangchiswife]

joel miller- sweet nothing

summary: you can joel take a trip down memory lane

joel miller x fem!reader

warnings: making out

word count: 1421

....

You remembered the first time you met Joel.

You had been trudging through the snow with half-lidded eyes as the cold nipped your barely covered skin.

You wore a gray fleece jacket with a black t-shirt underneath and jeans. Your outfit was unable to combat the cruel Wyoming winter.

You shivered as you walked praying that someone, anyone would be around to help you.

You had traveled far to be in Wyoming, hearing about a small town called Jackson that functioned the way things were before the outbreak.

The sun was beginning to set and you shivered from the sudden loss of minimal warmth.

Suddenly you heard the sound of boots crunching in the snow along with trotting.

You looked up and realized you were suddenly surrounded by a show of people adorned with oversized coats and many horses.

They had their weapons aimed at you.

“I’m not infected I promise!” you shouted with the little effort you had in your body.

The people all stared at each other quizzically before one of the riders stepped off his horse.

His face was covered with a tan-colored bandana and his head was shielded by a large cowboy hat.

He whistled and a large German Shepherd appeared at his side.

“This dog can sense whether or not you’ve been infected. If you’re not then you’re all good, but if you are she’ll rip you to shreds,” the man had a Texas accent that slipped into his words.

“So reassuring,” you rolled your eyes with the little strength you had left as the dog ran beside you, sniffing all over.

The man snorted at your sarcasm.

Once the dog was done with its examination it wagged its tail offering you a sweet smile before it moved back beside the man.

“Looks like you’re good,” the man said.

At that moment you felt your eyes droop as you fell face-first into the snow.

The last thing you heard before you slipped into exhaustion was “yikes.” 

You smiled at the memory as you cut an assortment of vegetables on your cutting board for a pasta dish.

You hadn’t know that that cowboy who had told you that there was a possibility of getting ripped to shreds would become your husband and was now about to be the father of your child.

You hummed to yourself as you turned around to face the stove and placed the cut vegetables into a searing pan with sauce and chicken.

At that moment the door to your house opened and your husband entered, a large coat adorning his figure as well as a small beanie on his head.

“Hey Joel,” you grinned at him as he stripped his multiple layers.

“Hey honey, it is freezin’ out there,” he said, taking off his beanie that was dusted with specks of snow.

“Oh I’ll bet if you’re taking off that many layers,” you said as you coated the contents of the pan with the sauce.

Joel let out a hearty chuckle as he walked over to you and kissed your forehead.

“How are you sweet pea?” he questioned.

“Are you talking to me or the baby?” you arched your eyebrows.

“Both of ‘ya,” he said as he crouched down and pressed a kiss to your swollen belly.

“You treating mama well?” Joel asked stroking your clothed belly softly as you watched fondly.

“This baby has been kicking all day since you left. Probably just missed her papa,” you sighed as a genuine smile stretched across your husband’s face.

He stood up as you returned to your cooking, now placing the contents of the pan into a large pot full of cooked pasta.

“Smells delicious,” Joel got up and rested his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your stomach as you mixed the pasta and the sauce.

“Thank you, baby, I just finished if you want some,” you said as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck.

“I think I’ll wait till Ellie comes. Speaking of where is that girl?” he asked, his eyes flickering around the house for any sign of her.

“She’s out with Dina on a little date,” you smiled as you shut the heat to the stove.

“Oh is she? That means I have you all to myself then,” Joel smirked mischieviously as he rubbed your body sensually and kissed your neck.

“Joel!” you giggled as he picked you up over the counter, sucking the sweet spot on your neck.

“So fuckin’ cute,” he said before lifting up your chin and pressing his lips to yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he slipped his tongue in between your lips.

You moaned at the feeling of your tongues battling for dominance as his hands wandered around your body.

Joel then removed his lips from yours and carried you over to the sofa, laying you delicately against the cushions.

Before Joel could climb on top of you, you pushed him down on the opposite end of the sofa.

“Joel, Ellie should be coming back any time now,” as he slid beside you placing a hand over his heart with an expression that feigned hurt.

“Oh shut up,” you smacked his hand watching him grin wolfishly as you rested your head over his chest and nuzzled into him, inhaling his manly scent.

It was silent for a couple of moments with the both of you enjoying each others warmth along with the warmth that came from the little fireplace in front of you.

“Joel?” you asked lifting your head up.

He angled his jaw downward so that his brown eyes could glance at you.

“When was the first time you knew you were in love with me,” you asked, your eyes staring adoringly at him making him chuckle.

“Do you remember karaoke night two years ago?” 

You laughed bashfully as you put your face even closer to his chest.

“Yeah, I remember,”

That night had been a blur. You were celebrating a year being in Jackson and the town had put on a karaoke party for you.

You had bought yourself a new dress from the boutique and was so excited to wear it.

You remember twirling the night away to the live music at the local bar, a glass of wine in one of your hands.

What you never noticed was Joel Miller perched on the counter, eying you from afar with a crooked smile on his face.

From the moment you two had met when you had landed face-first in the snow, you had become quick friends.

But Joel couldn’t help the way he caught feelings for you.

The way you smiled and waved at him whenever you saw him, the way your eyebrows furrowed as you took in what he was saying, and the way you took care of Ellie.

You were just so fucking perfect.

He watched with a dazy smile on his face as you spun around and took a swig of the drink in your hand every so often.

He didn’t notice the way his brother sidled up next to him.

“You’ve been watching Y/N for a while, it’s getting a little creepy,” Tommy chuckled as he clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

Joel’s eyes snapped away from your figure and turned to his brother.

“Is it that obvious?” Joel stroked his beard.

“To everyone in town yeah but I don’t think she knows yet,” Tommy said, chuckling as his older brother exhaled.

“Maria thinks you should tell her…so do I…and even Ellie,” 

“Ellie knows too?” Joel’s eyes widened as Tommy laughed again.

“Joel, I told you everyone knows. Everyone loves her and everyone would be very happy to see you both tie the knot,” Tommy said before Maria walked over to the pair. 

“Mind if I steal him?” the woman asked Joel who shrugged his shoulders.

“He’s all yours, ma’am,” he said as Maria took her husband’s hand in hers.

“Let’s dance, cowboy,” she winked as Tommy grinned at his wife.

Joel’s eyes returned to your figure as you continued to dance drunkenly, sending a smile to his face.

He was down bad.

The day after that he had asked you out and the rest was history.

You pressed your lips against Joel’s as he shut his eyes.

“I love you so much,” you blurted out as he brought his hands to your face.

He gave a long kiss to your forehead and rubbed your belly affectionately.

“I love you so much more baby,” 

[loupy-mongoose]

the akoya you made looks like a classic beanie baby collab and i cant get it out of my head...

Beanie Babies were a big part of my growing up and a big inspiration, so I'll take that as a compliment~

I can't remember for sure what material she's made out of. I think it's fleece of some kind. I would've liked something more like minky, but the store didn't have it. Her eyes and foot pads are needle felted. (Another form of 3D craft I dabble in sometimes.)

Her left foot is a little wonky, as you can probably see in the following pictures, but she's a good girl and I love her~<3

Sadly I don't have any little bells to put on her. ;v;

[olibavee]

i could be wrong but lamby might be a beanie baby fleece the lamb

WOAH that does look like him!! thanks, anon! dang he goes for a lotta money now huh. i'll never sell him but it's fun to see him go for uh

uh

[beanbagbuddies4life]

Baba the Lamb Pillow Pal

From 1996, redesigned 1998. Baba is analogous to Beanie Baby Fleece the Lamb. via x x x

[cryptid-stimming]

Teddy Bear Stimboard (with oranges, browns & soft fabric) for @skyheartstar13

x x x / x x x / x x x

[Image ID: a 9 gif stimboard; from left to right. First line: a gif of a hand stroking a teddy bear patterned fleece blanket, a gif of a gloved hand stroking faux fur fabric and a gif of a thumb stroking the head of a Beanie Baby bear. Second line: a gif of a fleece blanket being moved around, a gif of teddy bears on a roller coaster and a gif of a hand stroking soft fleece fabric. Third line: a thumb stroking the head of a different Beanie Baby bear’s head, a gif of a minky blanket being moved and rumpled and a gif of two hands gently squashing the tummy of a teddy bear. End of image description.]  

[mt07131]

OC Tag meme

@grapecaseschoices tagged me in this and it looks like fun soooo I'm gonna tag @cerbin-aen-feainn @lottievan @calla-lilly @strawbebyjam and anyone else who wants to do it <3

Naturally, we're gonna do it with the beloved Maeve Divine since I'm always rotating her in my head

— rules: always, never, sometimes

— LIGHT SOURCES

SUN RAYS.

effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.

INCANDESCENT BULBS.

crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.

STARDUST.

lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.

CANDLE FLAMES.

denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.

MOONBEAMS.

newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.

AURORAS.

combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.

FIREWORKS.

dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.

[firedragon1321]

I turned two Beanie Babies into Tai and Matt! These two are my favorite DigiDestined- Tai since childhood, Matt more as I grew up. This is my fifth plush of Tai and my third of Matt.

Tai's eyes are buggy because the Beanie Baby didn't have his brown eyes- I put new ones in. I used fake fur from Joann's for the hair. The clothes are all fleece except Tai's goggles, which are felt. They're both extra squishy and huggable!

(No they're not reenacting the scene from Prophecy. But my lighting is a bit bad so you can pretend if you really want.)

[tag-oc-games]

Aesthetic game found here.

OC Aesthetic Tag Game thing

Bold

=always/totally fits them

italics

=sometimes/somewhat applies/sorta fits them

strikethrough

=never

   — LIGHT SOURCES

SUN RAYS. effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.

INCANDESCENT BULBS. crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.

STARDUST. lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.

CANDLE FLAMES. denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.

MOONBEAMS. newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.

AURORAS. combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.

FIREWORKS. dancing until the break of dawn, heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.  :  

   — BODY LANGUAGE

DEFENSIVENESS. arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE. hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off; cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows

SUSPICION. arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes

CONFIDENCE. hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo

INSECURITY & ANXIETY. chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer; marker; cane / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically

ANGER & FRUSTRATION. short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales

   — SENSES

SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york night city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it.growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

[calla-lilly]

OC Tag meme

thank you @mt07131 for tagging me! i'll also be tagging @doulyeah @glossedheart @wilted-violets @emyyyy19 @moonicetea @lilneps, and anyone else who'd want to try for their oc (no pressure tho mwah)

i'll be using liane vaughn for this because of brainrot for infamous sksksksks

— rules: always, never, sometimes

— LIGHT SOURCES

SUN RAYS.

effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.

INCANDESCENT BULBS.

crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.

STARDUST.

lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.

CANDLE FLAMES.

denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.

MOONBEAMS.

newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.

AURORAS.

combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.

FIREWORKS.

dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.