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[embodies]

NEARLY A KISS PROMPTS. ACCEPTING. [ STRAND ] : receiver stands still as sender leans closer to their face, expecting a kiss but is surprised when receiver just tucks a strand of their hair behind their ear.

@feylived. malia tate & lydia martin.

getting into dating when half your life has been spent roaming the woods as an animal is one thing. they had all played their part in shaping that time for her : stiles championing what she now knows to be colossal bullshit guised as dating advice, lydia helping her to choose her tinder pictures, scott subtly matchmaking when a potential suitor arose. it had been a tough adjustment period for her, really only playing along for the companionship it gave her in the form of her friendships, girl's nights spent poring over ben's next message or coy giggles shared at late hours over more . . . intimate exchanges.

but just when she thinks she has firmly found her place in the world of relationships, she has to navigate liking girls too ? only stiles knows. malia had, in fact, blurted it out nonchalantly at first ( the presumption was that everyone was made this way until clarification ) but upon later scrutiny she had classified it as another abnormality to be hidden away until further inspection. it wasn't that she was ashamed of it, and stiles had been nothing but supportive upon the revelation, but she needs to get to grips with the whole were - coyote thing first before learning about other avenues. thank god for lydia martin, or she may never have even given it another thought.

she had thought she envied her at first. wanted to be her. and it was not a bad guess, for it would be hard not to. smarts, stylistically suave, confident beyond measure. kind. pretty. the last detail most finely tuned in these moonlight hours with bubblegum pop playing and wine flowing into clinking glasses, laughter trickling merrily from plush lips. she'd never noticed just how plush until now, has to blink the thought away and have another sip of chardonnay to adjust her thinking. but malia never has time to fully recover from the observation before she is being reached for, heart thrumming an unsteady rhythm under the scrutiny of the other's gaze. eyes flitting akin to a doe ( ironic with her biological makeup suggesting quite the opposite ) and unsure of where to look when sugar - sweet features are closing the distance between them, hand outstretched. why is she coming closer ? an alarm sets in as she assumes the context, woefully unprepared for such a turn — but perhaps not upset at the idea. she rocks forward in a bit of a lurch to meet lydia in the middle, eyes dutifully closing before . . . !

before that's just it. the moment's over, tingling of her touch still sending static waves along the cusp of her ear. no hair out of place. understanding dawns on her all at once, eyes shuttering open in bashful horror at her misinterpretation. was it obvious ? please tell her it wasn't obvious. she gives a smile, hopefully achieving its goal of seeming grateful for the gesture and not wholly shaken by it. the crimson that flushes to her cheeks feels hot and heavy and she firmly makes the decision more wine is needed.

she takes more than a sip this time.

[elysium-the-true-faceofsalvation]

Timeline Conversation- 08/03/2024

Harlow: “So that’s how it is… I’m so sorry for what you’re going through, Yamazaki-san.”

Emari: “N-no need to worry! I’m sure it will be fine, right? Ann-chan wouldn’t leave me like this…”

Harlow: “Yamazaki-chan, you need to start worrying about yourself more. You are important too.”

Emari: “I’m fine-”

Reika: “S-shit!”

Harlow: “… Esaki-san?”

Reika: “U-um…! Forget I was here!”

Harlow: “Is there something troubling you Esaki-san-”

Reika: “F-fuck!”

Saki: “Tch. Why did you let her get away?”

Emari: “W-what happened?”

Saki: “None of your business-”

Akari: “Saki got something stolen from her!”

Saki: “Ugh! Why do you keep following me?”

Akari: “I’m going to help you catch the thief!”

Harlow: “Everyone please calm down. Could any of you explain what happened? We’ll decide the best course of action then.”

Akari: “Saki got something stolen from her-”

Saki: “Shut up!”

Harlow: “Well then, let us help you, Satou-san. You will be able to recover your possession much faster then.”

Saki: “Don’t get involved in this-”

Emari: “I want to help too!”

Saki: “God dammit…”

[cymk8]

her hair so CRISPY

(commission!)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton draws FNAF tape girl for Vanessa,,

[sofuss-y]

i love them so dearly....im so heartbroken they didnt even kiss like not even once not even a little bit...... (NO SPOILERS HERE DW!!!! ^_^)

[kingzombear]

I saw you write “Bear” next to Ragatha and forgot it was your water mark, but now in my mind Ragatha had a bear build ☺️

Also your art is top tier 👌

Bearagatha is REAL gooseworx is my mom. Ragatha has a teddy bear named Andy

I like to think she drew her tummy hair on with felt marker cause she felt (lol) like it. Also, I don't think anyone here has nails girl 🧐

[inkskinned]

the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.

the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.

friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.

if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!

what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!

people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.

you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.

your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.

[dr-spectre]

SHES SOOOO CUTEEE!!! AHHHHHH!!! IM BEING SUCH A LITTLE SCHOOL GIRL RN BUT IDC!!!! SHES SO FJRIW9RIFUEUE

LOOK AT HER!!! I COMMAND EVERYONE TO LOOK AT HER RIGHT NOW!!!!!! THIS IS NOT A CHOICE! YOU MUST LOOK AT HER!!!

[violethursday]

It's nice to see that the they finally found time to hang out after so many shifts :)

[maetersart]

pov: she's asking you on a date

[myfriendgoo94]

was too cute apparently, got all chewed up 😛

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Pairing: stalker!mafia!anakin x f!reader

Author's note: here we gooooo. Also, if you wanted me to add you to the tag list and I didn't, please remind me here. Tumblr doesn't show me every notification and I'm not sure if I caught everyone :((

Rain was coming down in sheets, slicking the pavement of the city streets while you, none important to the whole world, hurried your way home from your shift at the boutique. The cheapest umbrella you could afford in your hand, your grip tightening around it, although it was flimsy - barely holding up against the damned wind. Your free hand clunched the coat around your body as you cursed the weather over and over again. It was late--later than usual--and the city had taken on that eerie quiet it did, when most of the people in this city had already gone home for the night.

You didn’t see him, not at first. He was too good at hiding, too practiced at blending into the shadows. But ANAKIN SKYWALKER was indeed there, as he had been every night for the past few months; watching you from a specific, constantly changing distance. Those too captivating blue eyes tracked every move you made, cherishing the way your hair clung to your damp skin, the way you shivered against the cold temperature.

You were a creature of unchanging habits - something he grew to admire about you.

It was so simple -- every day, you left your tiny apartment at precisely 7:45 AM, walked the same route to the boutique where you worked, and spent your day folding clothes and helping customers. You were polite, even kind, but there was sadness in your eyes that Anakin found himself obsessing over. What had hurt you? Who had dared to shatter the light in your eyes?

He had to know. He had to protect you.

Tonight was different, he was closer than usual, close enough that he could almost reach out and touch you if he wanted. But he didn’t. Not yet. It wasn't the right time. He had learned patience over the years - something that wasn’t easy for a man like him. But for you, he would wait.

As you rounded a corner, a gust of wind blew your umbrella inside out, and you let out a frustrated groan. Muttering curses under your breath, you gave up on the umbrella and tossed it into a nearby trash can. You were soaked now, hair sticking to your face, coat heavy with rain, and all you wanted was to be home, wrapped in a blanket with a cup of tea..or warm milk. Both options were tempting

But then you noticed something-- or rather someone following you.

Your heart began to race, and you quickened your pace, glancing over your shoulder time to time. You couldn’t see anyone, but the feeling was there, crawling up your spine, getting into your head..

You were being watched.

Anakin saw the moment fear gripped you like a vance, saw how your eyes widened, how your breathing became shallow. His heart clenched painfully in his chest. He didn’t want you to be afraid, especially not of him. But he knew he couldn’t stay hidden any longer, not when you were so close to panicking.

Stepping out of the shadows, he called out, “Are you alright, miss?”

You jumped at the sudden sound, spinning around on your heal to face him. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an expensive, perfectly tailored suit. Underneath you could see a white shirt.

Oh, so he's a rich

His face - flawless, smooth, beautiful yet, in a way, it seemed dangerous, like he was nothing but trouble. He didn’t look like someone who belonged in a dark alley like the one you were in. In fact, he looked like he’d just stepped out of a magazine. His hair was slightly damp from the rain, and a few stray curls clung to his forehead. And those eyes, a striking shade of blue, were fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“I--um--i--i’m fine,” you stammered, taking a hesitant step back. “Just trying..to get home.”

Anakin smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s dangerous out here alone at this hour,” voice smooth, almost soothing. “Let me walk you home. It’s not safe.”

You hesitated. There was something about him that made you uneasy, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. He was handsome, almost impossibly so, but there was an edge to him, something dark lurking beneath the surface.

“I’m fine, really,” you said, trying to sound confident. “My apartment is just a few blocks away.”

“Yet I’ll feel better knowing you made it home safely,” he insisted, stepping closer. His presence was strangely overwhelming, and you weren't sure if you liked it or not. “Please. I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you.”

His concern seemed genuine, and in the back of your mind, you knew that refusing him might be a mistake. Reluctantly, you nodded. “Okay…umm--thank..you.”

Anakin’s smile widened, but there was still something unsettling in his eyes as he fell into step beside you. He didn’t say much as you walked, just made idle conversation about the weather, asking about your job at the boutique. He was charming, attentive, but again, there was something weird about him.

When you finally reached your apartment building, you turned to thank him, but the words died on your lips. Anakin was staring at you with such intensity that made your skin prickle.

“Goodnight, miss,” he said softly, voice like velvet. “I’ll see you around.”

Before you could respond, he was already walking away, disappearing into the night as quickly as he had appeared. There was something about him that suspiciously drew you in, even as every instinct screamed to stay away.

As you got into your apartment, you exhaled. Throwing your bag to the side, kicking your shoes away and freeing your hair from an already painful pony, you were sure you were alone, with none watching you

Little did you know, Anakin was indeed still watching, he never did stop. He had seen the way your eyes lingered on him, the way your breath hitched when he got too close ~ it was delicious, better than any dessert/appetizer he had ever had in his life.

You were drawn to him, even if you didn’t realize it yet. And soon, he would make sure that you were his.

No one else could have you. Not now. Not ever.

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NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

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[ultimate-blorbo-bracket]

Round 4 Wave 1

[tinyhorror]

my honest reaction

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[mblue-art]

BAD SANSUARY // [14] tears for owl-bones's event !

"...Killer, it just looks like I have running mascara."

"it's such a look though."

messy kisses and post-nuzzles