#hell of an introduction

[incorrectquotesfromthelighthouse]

[Davrin goes with Rook to save Minrathous or Treviso seconds after joining the Veilguard] [Antaam/Venatori appears] Davrin: Who's that? Rook: They don't like us. [Blighted dragon appears] Davrin: Who's that?! Rook: It doesn't like us either. [Ghilan'nain appears] Davrin: Who's that?! Rook: Let's just assume for the moment that everyone here doesn't like us!

[chloesimaginationthings]

The actual lore in FNAF ultimate custom night

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[titsthedamnseason]

AHAT THE FCUK

[swordscleric]

I'm only halfway through the second phase of Predathos (which, to be clear is an incredible vibe for a bossfight, love a good head & hands/multitarget-same-entity boss) but I cannot shake the feeling of disappointment and just dissatisfaction I have had with this campaign that definitely started with Dusk/Yu, got followed up handily with the first Delilah/Sun Tree fight and then has been unfortunately reinforced with every discussion surrounding the Prime Deities since Hearthdell. This campaign is fascinating to pick apart, I have been really enjoying pulling apart why it isn't working compared to C1 or C2. But as much as I'm having fun dissecting where the worldbuilding has led to the current weaknesses in the gods' argument or reading other people's incisive commentary on the lack of personalities on the Ruby Vanguard's end, the "girlfailure" nonsense, etc etc, man do I wish this campaign was better than it is.

There are so many avenues of improvement -

Matt telling everyone to prep and write characters for this campaign instead of a C2-esque character-focused campaign.

Matt working religious organisations into the world properly.

The cast engaging with Marquet as a genuine location rather than set-dressing.

Otohan, Ozo and the rest of the Vanguard having more than "*insert snappy line here*" for their personalities.

No Delilah.

Bell's Hells having an iota of curiosity for anything outside of their own selves, including but not limited to: the gods, religious worship, the Elemental Titans and why they were sundered, how the people of Exandria feel about the gods, Vasselheim and its role in suppressing information about Predathos, Ludinus Da'Leth's plan and how it would still break the world if they did it in his place

I don't know why all of this fell into place in the way that it did, but it did. We can endlessly speculate why - the cast resting on their laurels after C2, not having enough time between the animated shows and Daggerheart and Candela Obscura and, and, and - but at the end of the day I really do hope that whatever form the final campaign wrap-up takes, they burn the damn questions asking the cast "what if the world was made of pudding and this character and this character kissed?" and instead pick questions that get them to introspect for a potential Campaign 4. Otherwise I don't know what will happen, but it sure as hell won't be Mighty Nein part 2: Issylra Boogaloo.

[spicyraeman]

I seriously don't know how people have the hots for gortash when orin and ketheric are right there

[annamaryllis]

it's amazing how everything is simultaneously overexplained and underexplained. like why didn't they describe the underworld afterlife system? they just namedrop "asphodel" with some vague explanation (and why are they bald trees I'm sorry I could not take that seriously). no jury deciding where you go when you die...they don't introduce the fields of punishment...elysium...isles of the blest...THE RIVER OF STYX...yknow things that are referenced constantly throughout the series. and a fun aspect of the books is the way these elements of greek mythology are written into the modern world/using modern systems (like souls waiting in an EZ line). I always thought the merging of real world/mythological elements was pretty clever in pjo. like where's the fun where's the whimsy

[propertyofsamcollins]

Darlin' and Porter's first meeting, condensed:

Porter: Hello, I'm- GOD DAYUM

Darlin': 🧍🏾‍♀️

[dollevve]

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[companion-showdown]

Who had the worst time aboard the TARDIS?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

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[r0-boat]

Eden University Whb Au

Part 0

In an attempt to have the his creations being harmony God created a university after listening to countless stories of Solomon's tales of human's ever existing hunger for knowledge.

God created a realm where only the college was built The University building was more like a castle stretching for thousands of miles packed full of classrooms rooms and dorms all for his most beloved creations that he would cast favor and to let them into this elite high school.

Anyone who He deemed fit for this privilege would receive a special brooch, that they must wear at all times

He commanded that everyone on campus ground is equal their magic is significantly weakend and may no harm be casted upon its students.

Solomon and God cast themselves as assistant and principal, But now, after their disappearance, the angels and the Seraphim cast the Demon Kings out of the student council. Since half the school is made up of demons and the Seven Kings were very popular, they formed their student council. I'll be very unprofessional and usually get nothing done, but their respect in the school is still extremely high. Reluctantly, since the seraphim and angels can't do anything with these demons who would disrespect any rules they would set for the school, They would passive-aggressively ask the Demon Lords to control them.

As a war was happening outside of campus and the demon Lord angry at the Seraphim They will not comply with any of their wishes lest they stop the war.

And thus as there is a standstill on campus between the devils and the angels tensions quietly brew as they continue their classes. The smallest issue could escalate and spiral out of control.

Since only God can create these special brooches. There will be no new students that have access to this special world.

God's eyes soften at the sight of their beloved partner. Solomon shifted his eyes as if he had something on his mind. "What is wrong beloved?" They asked they're two toned voice drips with care as they're flowing form shifted from a masculine to a feminine appearance hoping that a gentle touch could soothe whatever was on his mind.

"Just this once my dearest friend I ask of you a favor..."

The godly being widen its eyes Solomon never asks for anything so whatever it was they desire they would give him anything.

"I wish to walk the halls with my future child you and I created. When the time comes whenever you see fit can they be accepted into the school you and I rule?"

Their lips curved into a soft smile as their fingers shifting from feminine to masculine played with Solomon's hair

"for you my dear anything..."

The being crouch down dipping his hand into the clouds slowly squeezing it with godly might light shining in his hand and crystallizing into a piece of jewelry This brooch was special of a different color. "Our precious child They will always have my favor."

Shortly after Solomon handed the newly born child with that brooch they disappeared.

The child grew up never knowing what that special jewelry was actually for I just thought it was a family heirloom and like all parents with their first and only child they passed it down.

[grocerystorelist]

the body of christ – matty healy

brash and rogue, you don't know what to do with how you feel about the new priest in town. so, you find yourself in the confessional booth... aka priest!au

minors dni. dom/sub undertones, oral fixation, oral sex, unprotected sex, the man hasn't kissed anyone in a decade let him live!! wc: 3.2k

The church is dark when you approach the confessional booth, the heels of your boots ringing out and echoing throughout the cavernous room. You wonder if he hears you. A single lamp is turned on next to the booth, yellow beams dancing across the shifting fabric. You can hear Matty shuffling around inside, the shiny tips of his shoes barely visible beneath the black hanging.

It’s been a week since he kissed you, all teeth and tongue on the bench outside of his apartment, an insistent hand burning a path around your waist.

“I’ve come to confess, Father.” You smirk to yourself, crossing your ankles and shifting on the wooden seat to sit on your hands. There’s something girlish about the way you’re sitting, and you remember when your parents used to make you frequent this very booth several years ago. Then your confessions were about swiping your best friend’s eyeshadow palette, worried hands picking at your bright blue nail polish as you pleaded for forgiveness from an elderly priest. Now, the darkness of the booth no longer scares you.

“I’ve been having all of these thoughts… fantasies, if you will.” You strain your ears to your left, hoping to hear a gasp, a reaction from Matty. “I think about him all the time, and I don’t know what to do because he just won’t let himself.” A low ache settles itself between your legs, and you know that he can hear your legs cross and uncross themselves as you try to relieve yourself. As you smooth your black skirt down your thighs, you finally hear a shaky breath through the tiny window.

“I wanted him right there on a bench a few nights ago but he stopped himself after kissing me.” Your mind flashes back to the witty back and forths of that night, dangerously toeing the line of inappropriate.

“It was dark and quiet and the only thing I could hear was his heart pounding against mine.” Your cunt throbs, filled with the image of you climbing on top of him on the bench. “I tried to get off when I got home, but nothing worked.” A beat.

“What did you do?” He breathes out. In disbelief, you manage to say through the haze, “I touched myself. I touched– I was so desperate for anything. “ The wood of the confessional booth creaks as you continue.

“I couldn’t stop thinking of him bending me over, the way his fingers looked wrapped around the bottle that night.” A thunk emanates from beside you, a groan resonating throughout the booth as you squirm. “I wanted his head between my thighs, I wanted to get down on my knees in front of that bench as he fucking ran his mouth.”

“Have you-” Matty starts, hesitating. You interject before he can continue. 

“I’ve never had anyone before.” You run your tongue over your bottom lip. “But I want him.”

“Stop.”

“What? Father-”

“Kneel.” You wait until he repeats himself, sliding off the bench and settling yourself on the floor. “Kneel.” Hands clasped, you close your eyes, waiting for his next directive. In the few moments of silence, your mind wanders before you ground yourself, feeling the grain of the wood through the knees of your tights.

Suddenly, the curtain is ripped open, velvet whipping inches away from your face. You blink through the spots in your eyes to adjust to the light filtering through the stained glass. Dust motes float in a haze around Matty’s head, and you swear you see a halo for a moment. Lips barely parted, his chin is tilted up, considering you as he looks down his nose.

His eyes bore through you, brown irises giving way to widening black pupils. You rise on your knees, breathing shallowly and staring up at him, waiting for him to cut through the thick soup of tension between you two. Matty’s hand rises and his eyes flick to it, as if he can’t believe he’s reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

The heat of his palm reaches you first, and you instinctively stretch to reach his hand, brushing your reddened cheek to his cool fingers. Matty’s fingers twitch away, only to return to your bottom lip, thumb collecting your sticky red lipgloss. He pushes in further and you take the chance to suck on his finger, gently tonguing at the intrusion. The rest of his fingers come to rest on your jaw, curling around the back of your neck.

He drops to the floor of the confessional and mirrors you on your knees, eyes scanning over your flushed face. Matty slowly pulls his thumb out of your now open mouth, where it joins the rest of his fingers on the side of your face, the glistening digit smearing spit over your cheekbone.

You don’t know who leans in first, but suddenly his lips are on your lips, and you’re gasping wetly as his hand travels down to rest on your hip, pressing you into him. He kisses and kisses and kisses you, a decade of desire being unleashed in the span of a few seconds. You grip onto Matty’s black shirt, running one hand through the gel that holds his curls in place. Delight blooms in your mind, and you grin as you kiss him. A sharp tug has Matty moaning into your mouth, tongue running over your bottom lip before you let him in.

You let out a giggle, realizing you’re the first person he’s kissed in ten years if you don’t count all the hands he kisses in blessing. Matty pulls back, a questioning look on his face, and you take in the string of spit that stretches between your mouths, the rise and fall of his chest, the shadow of the veins on his forearms. Now that you have him, you want to devour him.

He asks first, though. Matty’s hands slide down the back of your skirt, toying with the hem and tracing circles on your sheer black tights.

“Let me taste you,” he tips your head up, pressing a firm kiss to your lips as your head spins. You nod emphatically as you pull away, getting to your feet to sit back on the bench of the confessional. Matty rises too, and you look up at him as he undoes the top button of his black shirt, yanking his white collar out of the lapel and discarding it behind him. It hits the wood of a faraway pew, echoing through the silence. 

All you hear is the blood in your ears as Matty gets back on the floor and hooks one hand underneath each knee to drag you to the edge of the bench. You feel your cunt throb with anticipation. He flips your skirt up, sucking in a breath at the visible lace of your underwear. Matty’s hands slide beneath the waistband of your skirt, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps as he fumbles for the elastic of your tights. He hasn’t looked up at you in a minute, transfixed by how the pale skin of his hands looks against the black of your tights.

You lift your hips to help Matty pull your tights off, his hands running reverently down you. They stop at your knees, grasping the meat of your thighs, digging in and pushing your legs apart to bare the damp red lace of your underwear.

“Did you wear this just for me?” Matty rasps out, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. You whimper your confession, hands falling behind you as you struggle to keep yourself upright, his kisses nearing the lace covering you. He licks at the fabric, contributing to the growing dark spot on the fabric between your legs. Your hips jump, and he presses down with a hand on your hip, silently telling you to stay in place.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. All wet for me.” His breath ghosts over you as he hooks his fingers on your underwear, slowly tugging down. “Is this what you looked like after I kissed you the other night?”

“Yes,” you manage to gasp out before he pulls them off, balling them up and stuffing them in his pocket. Matty finds your clit with an assured finger, rubbing circles. He bites down into the flesh of your left thigh, tongue soon following to soothe over the spot. Through the daze of the headrush, you see purple blooming as he traces his tongue toward where his finger is focused.

He attaches his lips to your clit, sucking and lapping at it with the same fervor as he had kissed you earlier. Matty eats you like a man starved, like it’s water in a desert, like you’re the sweetest fruit and all he wants is to consume you.

“Matty-” you moan. He slips his tongue into you, nose bumping your clit as he traces your walls. You grind into his face as he brings one of your legs over his shoulder, pulling you closer to him. 

“So sweet making those sounds for me, love,” he says, withdrawing from your cunt to grin devilishly up at you. Matty’s hair is unruly and all over the place, chin glistening with you. He looks like he’s found heaven on his knees, and he brings a hand up to swipe your juices off his face. With a smirk, he brings the hand up to your lips, pushing two fingers in. You take them down to the knuckle, laving around them, and you see Matty reach for the front of his trousers, palming himself.

“Such a good girl for me,” Matty groans, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. “Going to make you come so hard you forget your name, your prayers” He reattaches his lips to your clit and brings his soaked fingers to your fluttering hole, slowly thrusting one in. 

The fire in your lower belly is rapidly building, the waves of pleasure reaching new heights as he carefully stretches you around another finger. “Matty, shit, fuck,” you whine, rolling your hips. He diligently laps at you, and the euphoria hits you, trembling on the bench. You feel yourself spasming around Matty’s tongue as he continues to lick you through the ecstasy, legs splayed out for him. 

Eventually, you push him away, bringing your thighs together and grinning dopily down to him. Matty is disheveled, his face covered in your juices. The hard line of his pants practically reaches out to you. I did that to him, you think, sticky and sweaty on the bench. Matty comes up to kiss you on the lips, peppering your face with soft devotion as he tugs your skirt down over the evidence of his worship.

The two of you sit together in silence for several minutes, the rise and fall of your chests perfectly synchronized.

“Good first?” Matty mumbles into your hair, playing and twisting your locks. You twist to look at him, an incredulous look on your face.

“You’re one to talk!” Your mouth drops open, laughing at the incredulity of his question. “You haven’t had sex in ten years.” Matty’s face drops momentarily before he runs his hand sheepishly through his hair.

“You’d probably never believe it, but back in the day I used to be quite a catch.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “That’s why they sent me to seminary. The girls couldn’t get enough of me.” You hide your face in his neck so he doesn’t see your reaction, eyes crinkling and mouth widening at the thought of a Matty your age being the talk of the town parties. 

Shaking your head, you stand up and push through the curtain, waiting for him to follow you. He emerges from the darkness of the booth like an angel, pushing back the sleeves of his shirt where they’ve started to fall down his forearms.

Matty presses a chaste kiss to your nose as his arms bracket you against the confessional. You tilt your head up to capture his lips, pulling him closer as he trails kisses down your neck. You let him for a moment before you slip out around him, spinning on your heel and smoothing your skirt down. Matty looks dangerous now, not understanding why you’re pulling him away from the booth — his eyes tell you he would take you right over a pew if you let him.

“The rectory,” you say, taking his hand in yours. Matty walks with purpose, his strides long, and you struggle to keep up with him.

“Can my poor girl walk after what I just gave her?” You roll your eyes at the endearment, focusing on putting one leg in front of the other. One wobble and you would answer his question, which you aren’t allowing tonight.

A few minutes later you lie on his soft white sheets, legs parted as you lazily slip your fingers through your folds. Matty stands at the corner of the bed as he pulls his dress shirt out of its tuck, nimble hands unbuttoning and sliding the garment from his shoulders. 

“Didn’t know priests could be so fit,” you giggle. “Is there a priest gym?” Matty throws his head back in a laugh.

“The dress code is cassocks, and it’s just rows and rows of priests on weight machines.” He jokes. “It’s practice for lifting babies out of water.” You pull a serious face, nodding solemnly. 

“I hope I’m not intruding on your priest gym time tonight.” Instead of riffing off you, Matty decides to lift you up, spinning to land you on his lap. The rough fabric of his pants zaps the nerves in your clit, and you unwittingly grind down, making contact with his length. The air in the room is charged once again, ions waiting to be aligned to carry the spark between you both.

In one move, Matty kisses you square on the mouth and rolls you over. He towers over you, eyes zeroing in on your dripping cunt. You grasp for his belt buckle, yanking it out of the loops and throwing it into a far corner. His hands replace your own as he tugs his pants down first, revealing his tight black boxers.

Your mouth waters at the sight, but your reaching hands are gently stopped as Matty breathes a question. “Condom?” He raises an eyebrow, and you frantically shake your head no. “On the pill,” you briefly explain. Matty’s eyes darken as he slides his boxers down. His cock slaps against his stomach, red and weeping.

He circles his hand around it, stroking and tugging. “You look like a wet dream,” Matty says reverently, sliding down the bed to position himself over you.

Your hand joins him on his cock, and together you guide him to your soaked entrance. He swipes through the mess, coating himself in your cum. Torturously slowly, he finally presses into you.

“So tight love, you feel so good.” You grasp at his forearms, fixating on the curl dangling from his forehead. Matty’s abs flex under your fingers as he slowly pushes into your cunt, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His pants throw a hot spear of need through you, and he stills as he bottoms out. He’s bigger than anything you could’ve imagined. Matty stills between your legs, the two of you suspended in a tableau of sacrilege. 

“Move, please,” you whisper, hugging him close as the pressure subsides into pleasure. Matty draws out slowly, and you feel every ridge dragging within you. Pleasure runs up your spine, and you whimper as words leave you, hoping he can tell you want, you need more. 

He slowly rocks back into you, hips setting an agonizing pace. You feel so hazy, and you have no idea how to make your mouth work and tell him to give it to you faster, harder. Your head lolls backward, eyes blurry with desire.

“Ask me,” he says, and you shake your head, not understanding. He reaches up to his own forehead, down where the two of you are connected, then to his left and right shoulders. 

“Oh-” you gasp, reaching up with both hands to take hold of Matty’s fist. You press a kiss to his knuckles.

“Bless me father, for I have sinned.” Matty moans, his thrusts finding a new vigor. He drills into your cunt, kissing spots in you that have stars exploding behind your eyes.

Bending down, Matty laves over your tits, sucking your left nipple into his mouth as he rubs at your clit. He rolls your nipple between his teeth, spit pooling on your chest. His mouth leaves your breast only to be replaced by a hand expertly tugging and twisting at your nipple. 

You spread the spit from your tits, pressing down on your lower belly at the hard bulge of him inside you. And shit – you feel him, tightening your body’s grip on his cock.

“Do you like that, love, me filling you up so well?” Matty groans, dragging his hand down, interlacing your fingers and covering your hand with his. He pushes down to feel his dick in you, watching himself thrust in and out as the head pokes at your belly.

You mewl, digging your heels into his lower back, letting him roll further into you, cock hitting places so deep in you you didn’t realize they existed. 

“Where do you want me?” Matty asks with a hoarse voice. You lock eyes with him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “In me.” He swallows the rest of your sentence with a kiss, tongue fucking into your mouth in time with the buck of his hips.

“Taking me so well,” his hips set a frantic pace. Your eyes roll back in your head, spots dancing across your vision. “Come for me, love.” You fight the sensation off, wanting to come with him. Matty’s hand burns circles around your clit as he thrusts mercilessly, filling you over and over. 

With the first clench of your walls around his cock he twitches, a low grunt slipping out of his mouth as he hoists your hip up with one hand and somehow hits deeper. You think you might die if you don’t come soon. Hurtling towards the edge, you light up on the inside as you convulse underneath Matty. Eventually, you topple over, arching up into his chest as his cock begins to pulse inside you.

Sticky warmth fills you, and he fucks you through the last waves of his own orgasm. “You’re fucking perfect,” he moans, one hand next to your head as his hips still. His cock softens in you, but neither of you makes any move to shift.

You smile blearily up at him, and he dips his head to press a sweaty kiss to your forehead. His bed suddenly seems all the more inviting, and you both nearly drift off before you start to feel your cum dripping out around him.

Matty shakes some sense in himself to get the both of you cleaned up, and you wince when he slips out of you. The sudden emptiness colors your vision as you clench around nothing. He pads back to the bed with a washcloth, gingerly wiping your folds of cum and throwing the square into his laundry. He slips on a pair of boxers before handing you a matching pair, tugging a faded navy shirt over your head and gathering your hair to pull through the neck.

You feel as if you’re about to burst from the tenderness as you gaze at Matty curled towards you, perfect mirrors of each other. 

“Stay,” he whispers, kissing you.

“I will.” You close your eyes, hands reaching out to intertwine with his.

[star-riding-through-clouds]

Hello, come in.

“It’s not hell if you like the way it burns”

I’m Amelie

Im from Nicaragua

Im 14 years old and turn 15 on April 22

In year 4 of secondary (mom shut up abt uni im not ready)

My personality type is INTP sx4

Now, I will start this by saying this is a disordered blog. I have an ED. I talk about it. Dni if it makes you uncomfortable

But I want to make it Clear I’m more than this disorder. I want friends. I probably won’t dm first because I’m anxious but I really want you to. Also spam my account. I LOVE IT. Send me asks, reblog my posts. Go ahead!

I am pro recovery. This is a disordered blog guys not a fucking diet.

More abt me under cut

I love books. I adore classic literature, Frankenstein by Mary Shelly, 1984, any Virginia Woolf book tbh but mostly the waves , Alejandra pizarnik, the metamorphosis, Demian by Herman Hesse, the Iliad and odyssey, the divine comedy, a bit of Dostoyevsky (I wanna read more Russian literature), and a bunch of other old books

I also write, if you have any creative projects you are working on feel free to reach out so we can work together please.

I love classic rock, the doors, the velvet underground, the Beatles, love of my life David Bowie, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie nicks etc. i like dhuncan dhu and mecano in Spanish. Indie pop like tv girl, marina, and this British band called black box recorder. Recently the Dresden dolls.

Stats

Height: 166cm (5’5 1/2)

Cw: 94.2lbs(42.6 kg)

Gw: 91Lb (41kg)

Bmi: 15.5

I’m pro recovery I can’t stress this enough. I’ve just always had a tendency to almost enjoy hurting myself.

I do sh but not often and not heavily, don’t post abt it often, but that doesn’t mean never (been clean for most of the year)

I have a very messy internal world, I change often I don’t like to define myself

Oh I’m bi

Socials: Pinterest, Spotify (moots ask for other socials)

So I guess that’s it, like I said I’m looking for friends but I don’t have the guts to dm people so you dm me

Love, Amelie

[moggie-bear]

Finally doing my intro post♡

Name: my realish name is maddie, but it's moggie bear online because that was my nickname when I was a baby.

Physical description: yall can probably see in my pfp, but like I have brown curly hair, light blue eyes, I'm 5'0, hopefully still growing, lol. Honestly, I have like man shoulders because of cheer, and my legs are lowkey really strong. None of my muscles are defined , so that's what I'm working on lol

Fav colors: pink♡ and red, I also like purple, but I don't think I look good in it

Hobbies: I'm a cheerleader!! Live laugh love cheer. I also love making jewelry and Keychains with beads, idk I just pick up lots of small art projects, like everything Imaginable

Music taste: I like metal music preferably sung by women, pop music is amazing. And I love like politically motivated songs, like in the fuck the government men suck way.

Pets: I have 2 cats: mowgli, Trixie. 3 dogs: tork, gidget, gristle. 2 goats: tilly and Norman. 6 chickens: Joe (rooster) cleo (also rooster but his name is said with a Australian accent) pecky, red, nugget, and pepper

Random facts: I have 2 siblings and I'm the oldest. I have like 18 blankets. I'm musical obsessed. I collect cat stuffed animals♡

Lol I'll add more later

[angelicxchrryblssm]

blog intro! ꢾ୧

general info! my name is ann, and i'm 14 years old. i'm from the netherlands, but i speak english, dutch and a bit french and spanish!​ ​

mentally i'm a deer.

i used to be @annsvogue​ ​but i wanted a new main blog so yh!

on this blog i'll post mainly girlblogs and moodboards, i dont rlly repost anything except tag games, so my preview is only my own posts, but i use my liked as reblogs. All girlblogs i post are mine!!

something more abt me!

ꨄ︎ music - lana del rey, amy winehouse, elvis presley, cigs after sx, sade, adele, the smiths, gracie abrams, frank ocean, remy bond, mitski, red hot chilli peppers, beach house, billie eilish and more

ꨄ︎ ​movies & shows - how to lose a guy in 10 days, the virgin sui-, notting hill, breakfast at tiffany's, the princess diaries, monte carlo, black swan, gossip girl, emily in paris and more

ꨄ︎ ​favs - audrey hepburn, marilyn monroe, lana del rey, kate moss, natalie portman, anna hathaway, julia roberts, liz, angelina jolie, coco chanel, anna wintour, alana, lily rose depp, hailey bieber, lila moss

​my socials! ⬇

ꢾ୧ pinterest

ꢾ୧ letterboxd

ꢾ୧ tiktok

ꢾ୧ spotify

ꢾ୧ discord

ꢾ୧ airbuds

ꢾ୧ soundcloud

ꢾ୧ linktree

18+ male please dni !!

remember my dms are always open, you can awlays text me when theres something wrong or when you just need someone to talk to! x​

i hope you guys like my blog! xx