#greengreengreen

[musicmovieposters]

"GREENGREENGREEN" Chase Atlantic Music Movie Poster.

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[redessertired]

last night I had a dream where I kind of kissed this girl I know since middle school who is so gorgeous but I don't think she'll ever look at me in that way and ugh, I just can't stop thinking about her, but I don't know if she's single or taken, plus she posted an insta story with this song and it just has been on my mind ever since

[puppetmaster13u]

Mermay Special Prompt 2

Jason? Displeased right now. Incredibly upset even. He’s near certain that he’s gotten kidnapped by some sort of fae creatures, and he is not happy about it. Not to mention everything is greenGreenGreen like the Pits. 

And now, either he’s tiny, or these things are huge, and he doesn't have legs. He keeps getting picked up by these massive horned ones that he would say looked seal-like, but like, to the left? Something like the legends of merfolk but Other. Wrong and right, terrifying and comforting and horrible in how he found himself relaxing. 

Hopefully the rest of the bats realize he’s missing and- um, that is a child? That is a child with scales of starlight, fins of the very cosmos, hair like a bursting nebula growing closer- He blinks and the ever-expanding form is back to a teen chatting in horrific warbling-howl-screech-crack-electrical hum noises to one of the big seal-ish creatures. 

Fuck, he’s definitely gotten stolen by some sort of lazarus siren things hasn’t he?

[thisfrailheart]

prompt: forest | july 20 | rosekiller | M: grief - hallucinations | word count: 243 | @rosekillermicrofic

***

Barty closes his eyes as Evan's fingertips caress his face. Trace his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his cupid's bow. Dip into the hollow of his throat. Evan's hand comes to a rest in the middle of his chest, warmth seeping through the fabric of his shirt, making him sigh.

They're at the edge of the forest, hiding away in the shade. Evan's sitting down, his back against a tree, Barty's head in his lap. Barty opens his eyes again. The sun filters through the leaves above and there's a bird singing. Everything is greengreengreen.

"Don't leave me," he whispers, doesn't dare speak any louder.

Evan smiles down at him but it's sad somehow and the edges of Barty's vision start greying out. His heart stumbles. "Promise me?"

Evan lifts his head, looks off into the distance. His hand feels heavy on Barty's chest. The bird stops singing. Barty feels sick. "Ev, what's going on?"

The sunlight fades. Greengreengreen goes greygreygrey. The wind grows cold and Barty shivers. Evan slides his other hand into Barty's hair. Looks down at him again. "This isn't real, B."

Fingernails scratch Barty's scalp and it burns. Evan's face twists. Contorts. His irises dull, go white. Dead.

Barty scrambles away. Breathing hurts. There's a noise in the distance. His vision blurs, makes him dizzy. He falls face first into the grass and wakes on icy stone.

"This isn't real," Barty gasps in the dark of his cell.

[alwaysxlarrie]

10 fav quotes from fics part 4!

happy mondayyyyyyyyyy

Louis drew in a sharp breath. Greengreengreen. -- @twopoppies

Though, if he’s being honest, it’s really not that gritty. There is a fucking Whole Foods up on the corner of Houston and Second Avenue after all. -- @crinkle-eyed-boo

And then the cat came along and made it even better.  -- @homosociallyyours

“Very illuminating,” Harry deadpanned. He had no idea what Louis was going to ask, but he had a pretty good idea that he was going to say yes regardless. Louis had that effect on people.  -- @loveislarryislove

What does Harry want, he wonders as he darts across the room, trying to get back to the elevators without spilling his tea on anyone. Does he want to be friends? Does he want to have sex again? Does he want to marry Louis and have his babies? -- supernope

He flips open the outdated House and Garden, and starts to thumb through it. His set-up is intricate, with the magazine propped up against his knees as he balances the pint of ice cream on his chest. Lesser men would not be able to handle it.

“You should come by,” Harry says, smiling at Louis from over his mug, dimple – sorry, crater – on full display. And really, Harry could ask for the moon, and Louis would be in conversation with NASA the next minute, working out a plan to get it for him. -- @backonefish

It’s embarrassing, really, how Louis turns him into a sixteen-year-old with a crush, but it is what it is. -- @screwstyles

“I was clearly nervous,” Harry protests, rolling his chair back up to this desk. “I bought cheese! I didn't know this was a thing! I didn't— Liam was there! Was it a date?” -- @kingsofeverything

“Well, beautiful,” Lecherous Restaurant Patron purred, drawing out the pregnant pause as Harry quelled a rising gag. -- @indiaalphawhiskey

[issamultistan]

greengreengreen. | blaise zabini

paring: rival!blaise x fem!reader

wc: 2,200 (two thousand, two hundred)

warnings: nsfw content, cursing, not proofread

content: rivals to lovers, dom!blaise, sub!reader, race neutral reader, slytherin!reader, blaise lowkey manipulates you??? lmfao??? but nothing serious, so COERCION/DUBCON just in case, spanking, humiliation, degradation, slapping, use of “slut” & “good girl”

notes: y’all are in year 7, 18 year olds!! i’ve been writing sm hs smuts mb im reminiscing ok leave me alone + also finally putting a photo that matches the story …

and don’t yell at me that i did this a st. patrick’s day special ok it’s triple green like DO YALL GET IT st. pats, slytherin, and greengreengreen also it relates to the story ok so y’all can not be angry w me xx

LISTEN AS YOU READ:

“blaise. do not do this.” you mutter lowly, looking into his dark eyes with an intense look. even more intense than usual.

“y/n. you know how i am. give me your ‘head girl’ pin, or you need to find a way out of this. no other choice.” blaise fans his warm breath along your jaw, alluding to something more sinister.

“fuck you, blaise.”

“mhm, how about i fuck you, y/n?” 

the start of all of this all happened back in first year where you knew that blaise zabini was the last person you’d get along with. even if the both of you were both slytherins, his arrogant persona was definitely something you couldn’t get by.

the two of you weren’t academic rivals, or quidditch rivals, or anything like that. the both of you were rivals to see who was the better person. at first thought, it sounds dumb at first. but trust, it was real.

every single year in your years at hogwarts, you and blaise were trying to one up each other in everything you do. you were first in your classes, head girl, liked amongst everyone, while blaise was the best chaser in his year, apart of the slug club, and surprisingly attracted many students despite his vain personality.

but all of that turns to a close starting today. 

your day just ended with a potions class and you were simply packing up your stuff before professor slughorn came up to you after class.

“miss y/l/n?” he says, clasping his hands together and smiling towards you.

“oh, hello professor slughorn.” you reciprocate the smile he gave you.

“why, hello to you too! i simply wanted to ask you a few questions today.” he starts off as you nod. “i wanted to ask, what do you see in zabini? why do you to not get along?” you were startled a bit when he asked you that.

you didn’t realize how even professors caught onto the fact that you and blaise don’t mix well.

“i… i simply think that our personalities don’t do well together. you know him, he thinks highly of himself and he’s very rude. i’m not like him at all.” you shrug.

professor slughorn hums for a few seconds before speaking up, “i think that the two of you could work together well if there was a possibility.” 

“why do you say that?” you were clueless of where he was going with this.

“zabini is a wonderful and strong child. you should get to know him, miss y/l/n. you shouldn’t think that low of him.” professor slughorn repeats that same smile from earlier. 

“… i’ll think about it, sir.” you nod a bit before the professor hums a goodbye as you leave the room.

you had no idea that was about. why would professor slughorn want to talk about blaise? well, he is apart of the slug club but, why now? you didn’t want to think too much about it, it was the end of the day. you just need some relaxation. that was all.

walking back to the slytherin dorm rooms, you entered into the common rooms, needing somewhere to just sit for a bit. you didn’t want to walk all the way to your dorm, you couldn’t bare the energy that would even take to get there.

you pulled out your herbology textbook and placed it on the table you were at and studied for a bit. it was relaxing having some alone time for yourself, even if i required waving and saying “hi” to your fellow slytherins walking in and out of the commons. 

everything was going well until you saw blaise sit right next to you out of all of the tables open and free in the commons. 

“hello, blaise.” you say meekly, trying to just focus on your textbook.

“hi, y/n.” he says, without even looking at you. 

you didn’t really care that he didn’t glance at you once, you were just glad he didn’t just fully ignore you. 

the two of you endured in a few moments of silence before blaise spoke up.

“why did you say that to professor slughorn?”

he heard you?!

“…what?” your eyes flickered to the man right next to you that was already looking right at you.

“pansy overheard you and professor talking. really? ‘he thinks highly of himself’ that’s fucked. why’d you say that when you know i’m in fucking slug club.” he scrunches his brows.

fuck. you knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“it was about time you needed to be humbled. i thought the professor already knew that about you.” you defensively say.

blaise scoffs at your words, “you’re such an asshole, do you know that? why’d you have to say that to the professor?!”

exhaling sharply, you reply, “as if you’re not the one bitching about me every second of the hour. he should know the real you. the bitchy you.” 

the other students starting looking towards the both of your ways. the argument garnered the attention of the others, not something you wanted.

“you really take up the green of slytherin, don’t you, head girl.” blaise has a glint in his eyes. you couldn’t tell what he was planning for next.

“what the fuck do you mean by that?” you jerked your head back in offense.

“your jealousy and envy is showing. you’re greedy too. green. green. green. you’re so green, y/n. can’t you see it?” blaise raised his voice a few octaves so his voice slightly echoed through the halls too.

your eyes widened and your mouth dropped. you? jealous? envious? and greedy? what was he even saying?!

blaise simpers before getting up and walking away angrily when in reality, he wanted to make a ruckus. your fellow classmates were wondering what happened between the two of you.

a scoff leaves your lips as you got up and chased after him. he wasn’t going to get away from this. he won’t.

as you went down the hallway, you could hear the others in earshot saying, “what did y/n do?!,” “what happened?” and “is blaise angry right now?!” you were sure that you were on the brink of ripping a man’s head of right now.

running up the stairs, blaise stopped in front of his dorm room, turning around to face you with a smug look that you needed to slap off his face.

“the fuck was that for?!” your eyebrows furrowed as blaise leaned against the wall with an aloof expression.

“payback.” is all he says.

“i was just saying what i thought, you lied to everyone down there as if it was true! i don’t want the whole slytherin wizard body thinking i’m some backstabber while being head girl!” you furiously say, getting even more pissed as blaise just stood there, unamused. 

blaise gets up from his position but towers you in front of the door, making your back hit the door. he was caging you in with his height, which made you realize how tall he really is.

“you have two choices, give up being head girl or apologize. only i can reverse the effects.” blaise smiles but with unruly intention behind his eyes.

and this is where’d you ended up. stuck between leaving your title that you’ve worked so hard you fulfill or getting fucked by the man who scrutinized you the day you got here acts like an apology.

after a few seconds that felt like forever, you gave in, “what do you want me to do, blaise?” you sigh in defeat. blaise immediately takes you into his dorm room and locks his individual room.

once settled in, blaise immediately sits down at his desk, “take it out for me.” you were stunned for a second from his bold request. but of course, you realized what you agreed to. 

you got onto your knees and started unbuckling his belt. sliding it out of all of his belt loops and throwing it to the side. soon you were faced of pulling his cock out. grabbing it under the material of his underwear, you saw it for the first time.

girthy. that was the best way to describe it. you couldn’t even believe that somehow blaise wanted it somewhere in you and it needed it fit. nonetheless, your lips almost wrapped around his lighter tip before blaise grabs your chin, “no, y/n. how about you fuck yourself on it.” 

“what?” your hand loosens the grip on his length as you stared at him. 

“you heard what i said, slut.” blaise says allowing the ‘s’ roll off his tongue effortlessly.

rolling your eyes at him, you complied and stood back up. you unzip your skirt, letting it fall to your feet. blaise was getting too ahead of himself and started slowly stroking himself at the slight of you undressing yourself in front of him.

soon your fingertips hooked under your underwear and you allowed them to pool along with your skirt that was on the floor. to your surprise, your underwear was stained with arousal. there was no way in hell you were already wet.

“hmm, i see we’re already wet. i can’t believe you actually enjoy this.” blaise sighs in triumph. 

you mutter a small, “whatever.” before aligning yourself on top of his cocks’ head. blaise stops you for a second. he raises two fingers at the edge of your inner lips, eager to slide them into your mouth. 

although a bit hesitant, you slide them down. wetting his slim fingers and leaving a saliva trail. blaise is surprised you complied so well. “good girl.” he says as he slips his wet fingers along his tip and the opening of your cunt. 

when he finished, you slowly sink down upon his length. allowing yourself loose, his cock was filling you up larger than you expected. just from the girth itself, you struggled to have the entirety of blaise’s cock resting snug inside of you.

shaky breaths and exhales from the size causes blaise to run his hands on the flesh of your ass. smoothing them down and kneading them with his fingertips. he relished in the feeling of him entirely in you. it was almost like you were made from him. 

“you good?” he mumbles against your chest. you nod in response, not being able to move for a bit.

“you could say i’m green, right now.” you joke, earning a small snicker from blaise and a quick spank on your ass. you jolt and shut your eyes from the sudden sharpness. you never knew you’d be into these things, but blaise has you in a spiral.

with one small breath, you finally rock your hips against his cock, allowing yourself to rise and lower them in a slow yet steady pace. the slickness from your cunt and your saliva made the room swell with the erotic noise.

the more you rocked, the more the motion became smooth, became less painful. blaise uses his hands and allows you to even take more of him by pressing you down and sliding you back up. “fuck— who knew the head girl had this good of a pussy, hmm? you’re clenching on me— does it feel that good, slut?” he groans into your neck, suppressing his expression.

your cheeks warmed at his words, the control he had over you was nearly overwhelming. “don’t just sit there, respond.” blaise says with a slap against your cheek. after he slaps you he grabs your face with his hand. 

“god— yes! it feels so good—!” you were sputtering all over your words. blaise smirks in satisfaction at your response. he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

he pulls your face towards him and presses his lips against yours, his tongue sliding in between your parted lips. you moan into his mouth as he intensifies the kiss, his hand reaching down to play with your clit.

“fuckin’ slut. you love this— only a slut likes the fact she’s getting fucked dumb like this.” he mumbles between kisses. even if you wanted blaise to shut up, you didn’t want him to stop. the sensation is too much for you and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. blaise can feel your walls clenching around him and he knows you're about to come.

he grabs your hips and begins to pound into you, his own orgasm building up. with a final thrust, he spills his seed inside you, the feeling of his hot release triggering your own orgasm. you scream out his name as you come, your body shaking with pleasure.

afterwards, your breathing ragged as blaise tries to catch up with his breaths as well. he strokes your hair lovingly, a satisfied smile on his face. “you were amazing,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“so were you.” you feel a sense of contentment wash over you, knowing that you’ve pleased him. even if it all started with you being more green than he particularly liked. you snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and secure in his arms. you can't help but wonder, what will happen after this?

let’s just leave it for now. you'll somehow figure it out later with blaise.

multifandom masterlist !

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[dawnt0pia]

💚greengreengreen💚 (Besides Jack White, I also love Chase Atlantic)

Dividers © @adornedwithlight

[shadowolf188]

Haven't edited in a while and I've had this sitting unfinished in my gallery. Finally finished it 🗣

Song: GREENGREENGREEN - Chase Atlantic

[butxerflyv2]

puscie greengreengreen na moim pogrzebie. im not even joking chat. im fucking dead serious.

[fanficfanattic]

Season One, post Gala, Keeley realizes that Ted hasn’t really, truly taken her advice.

So she marches into the dressing room to announce that she’s going to teach any willing players how to fuck Jamie properly. Its silent for a minute and then she asks Jamie his color. He is greengreengreen.

Plans to give priority to the players having the most issues with Jamie; Roy and Sam.

Roy “You wanna teach me how to fuck your ex? What do I get out of that?”

Keeley “All the orgasms you and Jamie want?”

Roy scoffs. Someone else suggests that would leave them high and dry. Since Keeley did not break up with him over their sex life, she decides to read them all the riot act.

“How many of you assume Jamie’s probably a selfish lover?” Most hands go up.

“How many of you think I’m stupid enough to stay with a selfish lover longer than a day?” All hands go down.

“So let me ask you that again. How many of you think Jamie’s a selfish lover?” No hands go up this time.

Because Roy doubted her, she says he has to wait now. He can hold Jamies hands over his head to help Sam though. If he wants.

Sam hears ‘fuck Jamie until he cries’ and does not want to hurt him.

“That’s so sweet, love. But if you’re doing it right, he isn’t gonna be in that kind of pain…”

[txna-blxckthorn]

24, 39, 48, 55, 56, 65, 67

24: what do you do in your free time?

tumblr > minecraft > read

39: what’s your favorite color and why?

GREENGREENGREEN have you seen my blog! um idk why it’s my favorite color it just looks good lmao it’s v pretty color

48: what’s your favorite album?

i would say ‘these two windows’. but alec recently released ‘different kind of beautiful’ (AND ITS SO CUTE I RECOMMEND) by alec benjamin <33

55: what is your favorite word?

love? idk. home? words that make me feel safe, okay, painless. i guess?

56: would you rather be loved, trusted, or respected?

trusted. i’ve been through sum shit and not being trusted just because i don’t know how to socialize properly with people really really hurts

65: do you play any instruments?

no :( but idk what i would like to play if i could

67: if you could have any superpower, what’d you choose?

i’d choose super speed. because think about it. if you’re fast enough, then you’ll practically be so quick you wouldn’t even see me (invisibility) and i’d get super strength by ✨momentum✨

[semdere]

🎶✨️when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers 🎶✨️ (hi sero! i know we don't talk but i love your posts and i think you're super cool hehe)

AW THANKYOU TAN 🥺😭🎉💕 *sobs*

i have so many songs i wanna put 😭 idk these are songs i listen to a lot on spotify (pls ignore the genre changes lol...)

1. do what i want - kid cudi

2. 27's - your neighbours

3. let's get the party started - tom morello ft. bring me the horizon

4. greengreengreen - chase atlantic

5. fool - jan romina

[wrencatte]

Rated: T Graphic Depictions of Violence Tags: Jason Todd Whump, Magic Jason, Batfamily, Outlaws as Family, Protective Batfamily

Jason succumbs to a magical aliment while on a mission with the Outlaws. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. It’s not the first-time magic has tried to mess with him. (and it certainly won’t be the last, that’s for sure.) Just give him a couple days. He’ll be fine.

Yeah, no. That’s not how this works. This magic is stronger.

Darker.

S t a r v i n g.

Only his family can save him this time.

 – This is how it starts:

April is the cruelest month, Jason thinks – miserable and resigned, all because of the nightmares dogging his heels since the calendar flipped. The Pennsylvania landscape is grey and sad, rain pouring down and bending trees under its onslaught. It mists his face, nice and cool, but when thunder booms and crashes and rattles the windows he almost flinches, tasting grave dirt on his tongue, feeling the grit between his teeth. Jason flexes his fingers, phantom pains of splinters and torn nails making them ache deeper than bone.

 – so! let’s try and clear this up, okay pumpkin? what hurts – fuck – he’d died to fire and came back to rain, and it gets mixed up sometimes, in his head. He curls his hands around the porch railing, slivers of wood digging into his palm and, shit, that’s really not helping at all. It usually doesn’t bother him, his death. It’s probably (definitely) one of the most traumatic things that ever happened to him, but he’s, yanno, seven years past his grave and all that. Sometimes you just have to move on damnit.

April has never bothered him before. And yet –

There’s a worm on the sidewalk in front of him.

He shudders, closing his eyes against the sensation of them crawling up his spine, wiggling out from his rotting skin clothes when, no, his clothes are clean and whole and relatively new. No worms here.

Maybe he should take another shower.

“Anything?”

A body next to him, fire-orange hair brushing his arm, shoulder against shoulder as Artemis leans on the railing next to him. Jason drops his head. Not startled, he’d heard Artemis’s steps on the creaking floor – maybe he should leave a note and tell whoever owns this place they need to call someone about that. He sucks in a slow breath, pretends he doesn’t taste his own death through it – blood and screams and a mangled batman, batman, please. Ugh, stop.

“No,” he forces himself to say evenly like he’s not slowly breaking down. (This is fine. He’s fine.) “The rain’s an issue.” It muffles his senses, makes a blanket of Nothing tinged with Other, and he can’t See anything.

He watches her from the corner of his eye – the way locks of hair escape her ponytail and cling to her cheek, the way her eyes are greengreengreen against the backdrop of grey. There’s a dab of blood on her bottom lip from where she’s been picking at it during their down time.

“When is the rain ever not an issue,” she grouses. Her fingers are carving half-moons into her skin, knuckles bleaching pale. Jason gets it. He really does. It’s been ten days of investigation and chasing, nothing to hit, nothing to fight. He feels the itch under his own skin too. She presses their shoulders together even harder, leaning most of her weight on him as she puts a finger to her ear. “Biz, you got anything?”

“Everything,” Bizarro responds in the perfect recreation of Jason’s chirpy sarcastic tone. Jason snorts. “Me found absolutely nothing. We don’t get to go home now.”

Jason laughs outright, misses the way Artemis smirks triumphantly.

“Yeah, yeah, big guy. Drop down in the backyard. Might as well eat while we wait for the sun to come out.”

“Under and in.” –  and that makes them both laugh, you can practically feel the smugness radiating off Biz from over the line.

[robertposting]

"Nomi wants the GREENGREENGREEN" - me

[ventismacchiato]

HOLY SHIT YOU LISTEN TO CHASE ATLANTIC???? OMG WTF I THOIGHT YOU LISTEN TO LIKE TAYLOR SWOFT AND STUFF LIKE THAT AND DIDNT EVEN KNOW WHO THEY WERE OMG OMG OMG O.M.G OH MY GOD

WHATS YOUR FAV SONG BY THEM??

i have multiple tho but my all time faves are

STRANGER THINGS

PARANOID

DEVILISH

GREENGREENGREEN

consume

slow down

meddle about

and OH MAMI😍😍‼️‼️

-🌑

offended you didn’t automatically assume my music taste is god tier guys follow my spotify xoxo

i like oh mami, slow down, consume, swim, falling

[issamultistan]

♡ lin’s multifandom masterlist ♡

this masterlist is entirely nsfw! please be warned, minors do not interact with ANY of my SMUT works.

everything included is [person] x reader only. if a prompt is in use (not just mine) it’ll be in bold. also please read all warnings first before reading any of my works, thank you !!!

key/guide:

✧ = fluffy smut, ✦ = hard smut

☆ = angsty smut, ★ = humorous smut

☾ = my favorites, ☽ = audience favorites

♡ = any works, ♥︎ = special/full fics !!

red - smut | colors - specials works

i’ll be doing: drabbles, full fics, headcanons, imagines, mtls, reactions, and timestamps.

and please remember before reading, even if i don’t really write much other than kpop, if i have a brainrot other than kpop i’ll still write abt it ;)

male characters 𐐪𐑂

♥︎ blaise zabini — greengreengreen. ☽

♡ miguel o’hara — use me. ☾

female characters 𐐪𐑂

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