#grassstains

[brimmarchive]

#grassstain #bicycling #upcycling #prime #swamp #lizard #fashion #brimmarchive

[tularue11]

Throwback of @joshduhamel playing a serious game of football with the crew of #the romantics. I hope he was done with his scenes or they had an extra set of his costume. 💚 #grassstains #JoshDuhamel #superbowlsunday #throwback #football #funday #sunbae #goofball #sports #northdakota #shotgunwedding #jenniferlopez #bandit #blackout #safehaven #thelosthusband #thethingaboutpam #favorite #husband #father #actor #writer #director #producer #funny #handsome #cute #audramari #duhamellove💕

[theiridescentgoddess]

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✨🙌🏾 ALL I WANNA DO IS HAVE A LIL FUN BEFORE I DIE🙌🏾✨ : : : Rejoice when you can while you can! I make love in everything I do and I’m held bent on living my best life regardless of how others see me. Find your sunshine and GLOW IN IT! Explain nothing to no one 💋🌼☀️ @sherylcrow #alliwannado #havesomefun #summeriscoming #theiridescentgoddess #blackgirlmagic #yogi #happiness #authentic #therejoicingdaughter #smile #grassstains #goddessrevolution #melanin #theiridescentlifestyle #tribelove #shinning #manifesting #success #magic #enternalsunshine #indigolove #resilience #selah #ase (at This Is Los Angeles)

[teshawnedmonds]

#Repost per credit from & the courtesy of @bamajeepgurl ・・・ #dirtysoles #nastyfeet #cuttinggrassbarefoot #grassstain #feetingrass #myfeetaredirty #dirtyfeetslave #smellmyfeet #lookatmyfeet #myfeetstink #earthing👣 #feetsoles #feetaresweet #feetaregross #barefootfreak #barefootstrong #grassstains https://www.instagram.com/p/B-fMCwuDI-p/?igshid=1l8bfi64nzln0

[avidarts]

Final prep for #GrassStains site specific showing today @mdclivearts Lab! 1p. The 2020 program presented by @pioneerwinter with Live Arts has uncovered the process and pathways of generating collaborative, site-driven work by inviting 21 South Florida-based artists to work with internationally recognized choreographer and researcher @anasanchezcolberg in a laboratory setting over the course of the week. _ _ _ #miami #movement #sitespecificdance #performingarts #arts #mdclivearts #lala #ecocultura #avidarts (at MDC Live Arts) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9KDezuAQ13PMIxwEtkcAfuQTCzFIiEerULeVY0/?igshid=bryn3gz380eg

[oinkzz]

Dogs are crazy! 😂😂😂 ___________________________ #meme #memes #dog #dogmemes #dogs #dogmeme #follow #ilovememes #dogsarecrazy #trending #tumblr #trendingtumblr #crazydogs #dogfails #grassstains #greengrass #grass #green #funny #funnydogs #haveaniceday

[westlosgerm]

Can't believe it's already been a year. I'd be lying if I said I don't think about you everyday 😭 #TheCave #imissyou #iloveyoumorethanmydad #fuckgentrification #fucktommygunn #oldmanshowingupwhenthebluntgotrolledisaconspiracy #mysecondhome #tommydidtheheadspin #skeetmadesomefireassbeats #charlesisabitch #migztook5yearstorollablunt #stevogotushighasshit #wecouldvemadeamilliondollarsoffallthebeerbottleswedrank #youdonthavetobebloodtobefamily #grassstains (at Venice, California)

[jimmysherfy]

Here's some updated colors of the wind! 😉👣💫👖🎶🎵♩🎼🕯🕊🌱🍁🍂🍃🌳☀🌈 Photo by @king.doberman #Pocahontas #Disney #JohnSmith #Cosplay #ColorsOfTheWind #PocahontasCosplay #DisneyPrincess #JustAroundTheRiverbend #DisneyCosplay #IfINeverKnewYou #Cosplayers #Interacial #GrassStains

[1995fallenangel]

Today was #hottttt but having a #breakdown X Nike Air More Uptempo #grassstains and #dirtyknees tube socks are always my "go-to" #wet #hot #summer

[frootlooptime]

i think we all should draw ctommy in pretty dresses more. i think he would wear those like spaghetti strap sundresses alot i thinnk he would wear white ones alotand embroider little flowers on the skirt and theyd be covered in mud and grassstains at the bottom from farming in them and maybe theres bows on the spaghetti straps on a few of them i think ctubbo would get him one that had pockets

[efkgirldetective]

please, let it be simple

activities: berry picking & stargazing

lyrics: i know i've kissed you before/but i didn't do it right & i’ve got plenty of affection / i’d be glad to show you some time

His lips are strawberrystained; soft and red and oh, I want to kiss him. I want to taste.

“Taste?” he asks, blinking, like he’s read my mind—but he’s holding out a strawberry, cradled in disappearing light.

I take it in my hand.

Among the strawberry plants—potted terracotta, leaves green and overladen—James Potter is a delicate thing. Summersoft; concentrated hard on the little basket, the filling of strawberries. Every other fruit going between his teeth. Hair brushing his collar. My stomach clenches with the thought of my fingers through it.

Oh, Lily. Oh, pull yourself together.

The strawberry is sweet; stains my tongue. I lean back on my arms and let him do the work. Summer is almost out. I’ve spent three long months looking—looking at him. Swimming through the crevice his brow makes when he’s worried, wading in the dimples of his cheeks, crinkled in a grin. Floating down the river of his laugh.

I press barefeet into grass. I painted my toenails pink, hoping he might notice—see the same color my cheeks turn every time his fingers brush my arm. Every time my breath clogs my throat, thinking maybe we’ll kiss, just once, under a patchwork summer sky. Keep it a secret; lock it away.

It could sustain me—it could.

“You’re no help at all, you know.”

I turn my head, find him rubbing palms down his knees. He blinks up through rounded frames. Every look I get from him, lungclearing. Headingcrowding. “I’m busy.”

“Busy?”

I tilt my head backward. “Sunset isn’t going to watch itself.”

The sky bleeds into the west. A sort of purplepink. James sidles up to me, basket of berries between. He smells like gentle grass. “Shame it’s almost over.”

“Hm?”

“Summer.” He’s looking down at his hands, clasped over his knees. I stare at his elbow. Try not to think of leaning down, pressing my cheek to the skin.

“Yeah,” I say, stupidly. There’s nothing else to say. Not: Please. Not: I want.

“Least we’ll see each other plenty,” he goes on. “Head's duties, and all.”

I pull my legs into my body and cross them. What is an ache if not a sun, slipping off the earth? A branch made heavy by fruit? A boy— grassstained, lovely?

“Sure.”

Sure. As though he won’t ditch me immediately for his mates and the haughty schooltime persona, the preening and Quidditching and flirtation with any proximate female.

“You sound peeved.”

“I’m not peeved,” I snap, quite suddenly completely peeved. Standing up, quickly, from the grass. “It’s just—we best get this back in to your mum, she’ll be wanting to start the pie.”

I turn and set off for the Potter home, a safe, distant white-shuddered face. Listen to the trill of insects, impatient for night. James meets my strides. I keep my eyes ahead.

“You’re cross with me.” He isn’t asking. “Tell me why.”

“I’m not, I’m—” I do look at him, now, just a moment. He’s got kind eyes. Warm and waiting. Lips still berrystained. Oh, Lily. Oh, you’re sunk. “It’s only, I’m not eager for things to change. We’ll go to school and it’ll all be—you’ll be all—” I shrug. “It’ll all be so different.”

James is quiet a moment, then turns his back to the house and stops me, hand on my arm. “What do you reckon, ‘different?’”

I stare at him. I'm hopeless. “It’s childish of me. I’m glad we’ll be working together. We’re a good team.”

Here his brow furrows—and there’s the little crevice, the one that makes me want to reach out, smooth it over with a hand. Let the hand linger.

“Have I done something wrong?”

I turn away; sky washed over like a bruise. Stars pushing through. How many foolish girls have they watched, below, floundering? I lick my lips with a strawberry tongue. Shake my head.

“No,” I say. “No, you haven’t done. I’m just not quite ready to share you, is all.”

His mouth quirks up, slightly. “I’ll still talk to you at school, Lily, we can still be—”

“But it won’t be the same, it won’t be—” I huff a breath, impatient. “You’ll be so busy, and I’ll be so busy, with courses and Prefects and—there’ll be no strawberry picking, or pubs, or lazing, and you’ll be far less affectionate, certainly, you’ll be surrounded by girls, you’ll—”

“Hold on,” James interrupts. “Far less affectionate?”

I tug my arm from his touch. “Come off it, Potter, you’ve been just short of holding my hand all summer long.”

Now he stares. My skin hot where his fingers were.

And I’ve tripped up—I shouldn’t have spoken so freely. “Forget it, it’s nothing, it’s—”

“I’ve got plenty more affection,” he murmurs, and he's stepping forward, so close that our feet touch. Breath rises so quickly in my throat that I have to swallow it back down, temper the rush.

“I’d be happy to show you, sometime.”

“God, now with your line, so bloody—”

But he isn’t in the mood for banter, it seems, not in the mood for a quip: he's taking my face in his hands and the insects are so desperate for night; they sing hard. I think, briefly, that we’ve left the basket of strawberries behind.

“I know I’ve kissed you before,” he murmurs. “But I didn’t do it right.”

“Before?”

“In the field.”

I can feel the sun, again—and see the yellow grass, hear his laughter as we shared paper-wrapped sandwiches. He did kiss me, in a way, fingers reaching to wipe something from my cheek, brow contorting with a job poorly done; his lips chasing the spot instead. The spot, in turn, blooming hotly, blooming red.

How he ruins me without even trying. “Hardly a kiss.”

“Let me,” and is this pleading? “Let me try again.”

I plead, too; with the stars that stitch the falling dark. Please: Let the fuzzy inadequate pulp of my heart do something right, once.

And, please, let it be simple. Let it be as simple as—“Yes.”

He tries; he kisses me, wretched and tender. Strawberry lips, sighing; hands stretching out along my waist, pulling. I heat at the touch; heat where he holds. Let my fingers float up through the soft hair, sighing.

He hears; he smiles. “Affection enough for you?”

“Not nearly enough,” I breathe, hand slipping down his neck, feeling the grass so pleasant underfoot; watching the stars, above, winking. In neardark, his eyelashes are moth wings, fluttering.

“But for now, plenty.”

[theiridescentgoddess]

✨👑 MORE Goddess Requirements 👑✨ We should get @victoriassecret to make bras with crystal chips in them as push up and padding... just sayin there’s nothing like holding your intentions close to your heart ❤️ : : : What other things do goddess do? Drop in the comments what makes a goddess perform at her peak, how do you get through y’alls day? #summeriscoming #theiridescentgoddess #blackgirlmagic #yogi #happiness #authentic #therejoicingdaughter #smile #grassstains #goddessrevolution #melanin #theiridescentlifestyle #tribelove #shinning #manifesting #success #magic #enternalsunshine #indigolove #resilience #selah #ase

[soapdistillery]

This #selfcaresunday is all about smelling good, and features our most popular perfume oil: Beer + Cigarettes! Tobacco leaves, hops, Lavender and oakmoss come together to create our most highly addictive scent that is loved by all. This isn't some gag-gift, baby diaper, bull**** that you see at Spencer's. This. Smells. GOOD. It's self care, not self hate, right? Spare yourself that #grassstain perfume and try a bit of Beer + Cigarettes instead. https://www.instagram.com/p/B6YrQimFPBU/?igshid=zjzt986k7p7i

[ispyawildmars]

Types of People- Art Mediums

(aka Im tired as all fuck)

Charcoal- always tired, hard edges worn soft, tea, sweater paws, seeing the beauty in little things, smudged hands, grey and chocolate brown, 1am

Watercolor- bright, fights to stay optomistic and kind, amazing green thumb, gets crushes easily, kind but will stand up for what they believe in, secret smiles, dad jokes, grassstained knees, dirty hands, leaf green and copper, 3pm

oil paints- classy, button down shirts, whipsmart, holds attention, proud, leather bound books, crisp typefont, analytical, passionate, controlled, mahogany, navy blue, 7pm

graphite- hesitant, light and quick, constantly put together, could probably be popular if they wanted, really smart but cant explain things for shit, gold jewelry, hardwood floors, cold hands, lattes, light pink and cream, 9pm

felt pens- bold and bright, belly laughs, running barefoot, flecks of color everywhere, will call you out, good at people, the sounds of a crowded publc space, skating badly, 80s movies, neon signs, sour candy, bright red, 10pm

colored pencils- quiet strength, good advice, midnight conversations, creative, clumsy, always watching out for friends, loves learning but hates school, shirts with puns, skittles, bright blue and purple, 11pm

photography- cityscapes at night, observant, passionate conversations, used to play sports, sweet tooth, good cook, clean lines, overflowing white bookcases, protest signs, turqouise and white, 8pm

mixed media- stands out, weird in the best way, hiking boots, theatre, good at accents, laughs at their own jokes, plays instruments, amazing singing voice, summer nights, barefoot in grass, light purple and straw gold, 5pm

ballpoint pen- heavy fast lines, poetry and song lyrics scribbled in the maargins of papers, Be Gay/ Do Crime, random bruises, loud and bad singing, flannels and leather jackets, combat boots, bitten fingernails, protests, dark circles under eyes, too loud music, coffee, dark grey and rust red, 3am

spray paint- loud, refuses to back down, losing yourself in music, battle jackets, pins and patches, concrete under your feet, roofs and fireescapes, sliding your hand down the neck of a guitar, black and blood red, 2am

[hazbincalifornia]

So hot, out in the garden, surrounded by the smell of blooming flowers, in a secret not often explored part Stolas used to get away and breathe at. and being taken while under the darkening hellish sky as the red pentagram moon rises, so secret and thrilling and romantic. Pumped full of seed, grassstained but happy as he wants to portal him home. But those swimmers are making their way up

Seeing Stolas bathed in the red light, flipping from that awkward, dorky, shy dad to someone just a bit unhinged by how much he's into this, how much he wants Blitzo specifically... yeah, it's great, and he'd glad he came along to do this! Surely there will be no long-lasting consequences!

[pink-imagines]

fly me far away

request: 'Like Real People do' with Kirishima please!

a/n: i really just want to have this, that’s all. i’m projecting.

warnings: mostly fluff, a bit of angst, and an open ending

masterlist

requesting rules

song promptlist  click here for the song!

The evening was young, you could still see the glimpses left from the sunset which was painting the sky in pink and orange colors. The grass tickled your ankles as you walked further away from the castle walls. You had managed to sneak out once again, mostly thanks to your maid who promised to cover for you. You wouldn’t lie and say something like “being a princess was hard”, because it wasn’t. It was quite easy actually. Just very very suffocating, especially for you. Your father used to joke about how you were definitely a village girl in your past life, until your mother told him to stop. Though he still sometimes gave you a look that told the joke without him having to speak it.

During the summer you used to sneak out almost every night, only doing it a few times during winter and here and there during spring and fall. It was your only sense of freedom, outside the walls was where you could breathe. On a night like this, who could not go out to adventure. There wasn’t much to adventure, as you had already looked through most of the forest and the village surrounding the castle without going too far. But you still had your favorite place to visit, the nurturing stream in the middle of the forest where the animals always gathered. If you were quiet enough you sometimes got to see deer sneak by. The birds, however, had gotten used to you and always expected to get some bread whenever you visited. 

Once you had gotten through the long grass you ran to the edge of the forest, afraid to get caught if you didn’t. You felt safe as soon as you had wandered a bit further into the forest. Luckily you didn’t wear one of your longer dresses, otherwise it’s be full of grassstains by now. Whenever you went out you always dressed down the best you could, especially if you were going to the village. Tonight you were wearing a simple light blue dress, it was one you really liked because it fit you so well. Sadly it was also one you never got to wear much since it wasn’t princess-like enough, at least to your mother’s standards. With the way the grass tickled you right now you wished you would’ve worn some form of boot, but you were stuck with the simple slip-on brown shoes. Before you had left your maid had wrapped her cardigan around you. “Just unless you don’t make it back until it’s still warm outside.”, she had said before you snuck out. You thought about asking your mother to teach you how to knit, since this cardigan was awfully itchy and someone like your maid didn’t deserve this type of material. You were sure that your mother had some soft wool that would match the dark brown color of this one.

As you were too deep in thought you hadn’t even realized that you had reached the stream until you started hearing the running water. Instinctively you started sprinting towards the stream, holding up your dress ever so slightly so that you wouldn’t trip over it. You stopped dead in your tracks as soon as you reached the water. There was someone laying on the ground beside the stream. He wore raggedy clothes; a simple whool vest that was barely covering his upper body, a red cloth around his waist over his trousers and a pair of black boots. Perhaps that wasn’t the craziest part as he had red hair, wings, a tail and horns! You had only just heard of these creatures, magical creatures and human hybrids, but you never thought you’d see one. You hadn’t even seen a magical creature, let alone a dragon! As much as your mother told you not to read to much into these matter you found it important, since you were the heiress to the throne and wanted to be a fair ruler. Knowing as much as you did about the magical creatures also meant that you knew the fact that dragon’s were basically on the top of the food chain... and that you should probably run by now. Yet, you didn’t... the dragon-human hyrbid seemed to be unconscious so it couldn’t be dangorous, right?  Slowly, you started to approach the creature... he looked hurt, or at least roughed up. “Sir... are you alright..?”, you asked carefully, hoping that he wouldn’t respond. The man let out a grunt for a response, it sounded like he was in pain. You decided to approach him and sit down next to him. When you got a better look at his face, it was scrunched up in annoyance... not in pain. “... sir?”, you asked once again. One of the man’s eyes opened to look at you. His irises were a color of deep scarlet red. You saw his pupils adjust to the light. “... too... bright...”, he grunted. Without thinking shielded his eyes from the last rays of sun with the palm of your hand. When he opened his eyes again he gave you a strange look. “You’re a peculiar one...”, he whispered, “... you’re not running away...” “Is there a reason for me to do so?”, you asked calmly, trying to not give away the fact that you were terrified. The man didn’t answer your question, instead he sat up and groaned in pain as his hand moved to his stomach. “Are you hurt?”, you whispered. “I just got a blow to the stomach...”, he brushed it off, “Why are you here?” You didn’t want to answer his question, you would rather not let him know that you were the princess. Maybe it was a stereotype but you were just being safe. “I will not ask you where you came from and neither should you. Now let me help you with that.”, you reached to help him with the wound on his stomach. “No!”, he backed up, “I don’t know who you are!” “Listen to me, you’re hurt! I want to help you!”, you explained, “Do I really look like someone who could hurt you?” “I don’t know... are you a sorcerer?”, he quirked an eyebrow. “Nope... I... I come from the nearby village.”, you were technically not lying, “I only come around here because it’s... it feels freeing.” The dragon-human hybrid looked at you skeptically before scooting closer to you. You looked at the wound across his abdomen, there was a lot of bruising and marks across his body that looked like they could only come from ropes. You could feel his eyes burning into your skin as you stood up and walked over to the stream. Luckily you had brought some fabric in your basket, to put on top of the bread. You took the fabric and soaked it in the cold water. When you back to him you started cleaning the wounds. “I can’t do much, but the cold water should help to linder the pain a little bit.”, you explained, “Here.” You handed him the basket and told him to take a little piece of the bread. He did so hesitantly, but as soon as he had tried it he finished it within seconds. He certainly didn’t look famished, but he sure acted like it. Once you had cleaned the wounds you told him to lay back down and then you went to gather some of the herbs that were nearby. The gardener had explained which herbs could heal and which were dangerous to you as a child. So when you find some you picked them carefully, making sure not to break them. “These should take away the pain completely fo a period of time...”, you explained, “... you’ll probably be able to heal in that amount of time, right?” He nodded and watched as you broke the plants leaves down the middle. A green substance came out of the plant and you smeared it over the wounds.  “Sorry, it’ll sting a bit.”, you said as he hissed, “Tell me about yourself... maybe it can help you forget.” “I... my name’s Eijiro Kirishima...”, he spoke between his teeth.

After letting him mumble on about something that you couldn’t really hear, but you think it was about a cave, you were finished quite quickly. “There you go.”, you took the fabric from before and drained it of water, “This should start working in a few minutes now.” When you put the fabric over the gel you looked around you. It was dark, how much time had passed?  “Thank you...” Eijiro said quietly, “I never got to know your name.” “I have to go-”, you stood up, “Sorry, it’s getting dark... take this.” You gave him the rest of the bread before running towards the castle, holding your dress up ever so slightly so that you wouldn’t trip.

A few days later you go on your usual adventure once again, a part of you still hoping that Eijiro would be there. So you took some other things with you this time. Some more food and a scarf, one that you had knitted yourself.

When you reached the stream no one was there and your shoulders dropped a bit. But you could still sit there with the birds like you usually would.  Which is what you did, until you felt like someone was watching you. “Is anyone there?”, you looked around. No answer... it was probably just a deer or any other animal that would dare go this close to the castle. So you kept sitting there, minding your own business and talking to the ducks that floated by. “Why is it that you talk to the birds like that?”, a voice said from behind you. You let out a squeal and jumped up, scaring away the quacking ducks. When you turned around Eijiro was standing there. Your scared look turned into a soft smile. “Hello again.”, you said. “You do know that they don’t understand what you’re saying, right?”, he sat down next to the spot where you were sitting before. You sat back down, shoulder to shoulder with him with only a few centimeters in between. “They’re very good listeners.”, you shrugged. “You don’t have any human friends who listen to you?”, he asked. You thought about the fact that all of the workers at the castle were payed to be there and technically had to be nice to you, which caused you to shake your head no. “Well that’s a bit sad.”, he leaned back, “A whole village and not a single friend...” “... is your wound healed?”, you decided to change the subject. “Sure is!”, he said happily, “Thank you, by the way.” “It’s no big deal.”, you brushed it off.

The two of you sat there, dipping your feet into the chilly stream and simply talking about anything and everything. It felt nice to talk to someone so freely. You told him your name when he hasked this time. He questioned if he had met you before since it sounded so familiar but you shook your head quickly, not wanting him to know who you really were. It felt so wonderful to finally be normal with someone. You gave him the knitted scarf and he thanked you at least five times. He kept saying how manly it looked on him, which made you giggle. Eijiro was really one of a kind.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”, he stood up suddenly, “I need to head on my way, I have someone waiting for me.” “Oh... well, it was nice seeing you again.”, you smiled, “Do you... do you think you’ll ever come back here.” “Hm... I’ll tell you what.”, he crouched down to meet your eyes, “I’ll come by here tomorrow if you show me how to knit.”

And so you did. Then after that you had another excuse. As well as the time after that. You kept finding excuses to see him, no matter how weird they got. Eventually you just stopped coming up with excuses and told him you wanted to see him again... you were starting to fall for him after all, and what better excuse was there than that? Your love seemed to make you blind to the fact that people could still see you sneak out, and you became more reckless.

“Do you ever want to get out of here?”, he asked you suddenly one evening, “You said you didn’t have any friends in the village... would you ever consider it?” You thought about it for a while... your duties, your responisbilities... but your freedom was at risk. As soon as you were queen there was no more sneaking out. “I’d have to think about it probably.”, you said honestly, “Why do you ask?” “Oh... no reason in particular.” You thought a lot about the words he spoke that day... and a tiny part of you wanted him to ask you to fly far far away with him.

“This time I’ll give him a kiss on the cheek!”, you giggled to your maid, “I’m sure he’ll get completely red in the face!” “Don’t tease him like that, princess.”, she smiled warmly as she folded your clothes, “He seems like a nice man.” “Oh, he is. He gave me flowers last time! Could you believe he picked them himself?”, you spun around with a bright grin on your face. Your maid of course didn’t know that Eijiro was a dragon, even someone as caring as her would get the wrong idea. She simply thought that he was a kind stranger in the woods.

That evening you ran out quickly to the forest. He was there and you embraced him as soon as you saw him. “Hello, love.”, he grinned. “Oh! You won’t believe what I saw today!”, you said happily. You didn’t get that much time to say anything though, shouting and the sound of people running towards you filled your ears. “Did someone follow you?”, Eijiro asked worridly. “Princess!”, one of the guards shouted. “... princess?”, he looked at you in disbelief. “Get away from him princess! You’ll get hurt!”, another guard came running up. “Look, Eijiro, I can explain everything.”, you whispered to him. He looked at you the way that no one else could, even when you had broken his trust like this. “I can take you away from here.”, he whispered back as the guards aimed there arrows at him. “Please.”

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