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grahamcarmen · 2 months ago
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And my thing STILL is that as carmen gets a stronger sense of her past and better connections with her friends and allies the need/desire for Gray in her life doesn't decrease and dissapate, it INCREASES and is refined. All while constantly being more sincerely layered in romantic tones as the show goes on.
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lsleofthelost · 1 year ago
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descendants tweets [21/?] Lonnie edition
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atopvisenyashill · 6 months ago
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my hot take of the day is that clearly the people who swallow the in universe targ & valyrian exceptionalism are being completely taken in by the exact system that george is trying to critique but also i think the people who over correct into this idea that not a single targaryen is worthy of like, our empathy or sorrow or are rightfully chafing against the structures put in place by valyrians, first men, and andals alike are also being incredibly 2d in their analysis. i feel like this happens most often when people try to make the case that andals are somehow oppressed in westerosi society on a cultural level simply bc valyrian supremacy trumps andal culture. i think this is incredibly silly to say or posit as the truth in universe because there is in fact some oppression of culture in westeros but it’s not the andals lol!!! it’s the first men, the dornish, the rhoynar/greenblood orphans, and the ironborn. there Is some level of,,,, idk bigotry/xenophobia towards valyrians but only valyrians who don’t worship the faith - people like larra rogare, who still follow valyrian gods, do face this bigotry because they’re Too Foreign, the same way someone like thoros, melisandre, taena, etc who are essosi but not from a still heavy valyrian-based society like volantis and lys, and that’s definitely important to the conversation, because it shows the Dominant Culture is in fact the Andal culture when it comes to westeros and that’s like,,, fine, and even more interesting to me to see how andals, who have been the dominant force on westeros for thousands of years, interact with valyrians, who clearly want to keep ideas of valyrian supremacy alive somehow and essentially try to get the other dominant force in westeros to buy in (which they do!). like, are these two at odds sometimes? yes! but i don’t think it’s correct to say that the andals face ~prejudice for being andals or followers of the faith either!
#like certainly people in fandom get insane about the andals bc they’re projecting their hate of catholicism onto them.#but george himself is not writing about how all catholics are inherently evil he’s writing about the STRUCTURE being evil. i think the#series in fact finds something useful in one person’s individual faith & the way they may internalize it. that’s why we get the quiet isle!#getting on my soap box#yes i did see a post about the [redacted] being oppressed by the mean evil valyrians and rolled my eyes.#anyways like this idea that the valyrians are being forcibly assimilated? false! they are doing it very willingly as a matter of fact! aegon#and jaehaerys and viserys all in fact are clearly trying to mesh themselves with andals not bc they are forcing the family to assimilate#but bc they believe the only way to keep valyrian supremacy going is to team up with the culture in westeros that Does frequently impose#itself on its neighbors! i’m not saying the andals are like the ultimate big bad evil here either that’s just as stupid as the knee jerk#‘every targ is evil and anyone who fights them is morally corrupt’ thing that happens in this dumb ass fandom but i AM saying the andals cut#down every weirwood in the south & attempted to do like glorified missionary work in the iron islands instead of actually engaging w what it#is that makes the ironborn so fucking deranged.#anyways the only leaders who are unproblematic are mors and nymeria for managing to mesh two cultures in a way that wasn’t insane aksjdj#dorne has its problems re: deeply entrenched class structures & the use of marriage as punishment but at least people aren’t whipping#ellaria naked through the streets like the andals love to do to essosi women 😭😭#‘oh didn’t dorne oppress the rhoynar’ i said they were better not perfect thank you!!!!! aksjd
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thatgirlonstage · 1 year ago
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I think there should be an isekai where all of the main characters have ALL been isekai’d from various different worlds and they’re all desperately trying to pretend they belong there
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idoodlestuffsometimes · 2 years ago
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Hey, while you're hugging Caleb, could you maybe also stab Belos? Yanno, for the holiday spirit.
asdlkfjslkdjf where i am it's still technically pi day so i shall give Caleb and Hunter pie for folks on my side of the date line and stab Belos for the folks who are a day ahead
(also, as a fun aside, consider that back in Caleb's day, as an orphan kid from the 1600s with little to no access to things that were luxuries then, he would've had a slightly different reaction to fairy pie than Luz lmao)
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charlemane · 2 years ago
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it feels kind of dumb to complain about something as niche as bad prosopagnosia representation? but also every time i see this condition depicted in fiction they do it so, so stupidly
#shout out to the short horror story about the prosopagnostic man who murdered his own daughter bc she got a haircut#and he thought she was a stranger impersonating his daughter. bc that's how prosopagnosia works (wrong)#shoutout to horror podcast The Black Tapes for using prosopagnosia to ''explain'' non-prosopagnostic ppl not recognizing their own faces#(also not how it works. if you do not have prosopagnosia you do not have prosopagnosia)#shoutout to horror podcast Archive 81 for interpreting ''faceblindness'' to mean we literally don't see faces? ? ?#like? we just perceive the fronts of people's heads as featureless expanses? ? ? i shouldn't have to explain that that isn't how it works#''oh but clearly they're using it as a horror thing-'' yeah and they tied that horror thing to a real live condition had by real live ppl#and i GENUINELY met someone who believed that! in real life!#shoutout to that one episode of Rizzoli and Isles that is genuinely not bad compared to some of the other things on this list but#still portrayed their prosopagnostic character as a tragic case whose life was deeply limited by his prosopagnosia#ok now i'll admit that the reason this list is skewed towards horror might be bc i as the curator of this list consume a lot of horror#but i also feel like. there's a tendency among non-prosopagnostic ppl to perceive this condition as inherently ''creepy''#and run off writing horror stories about it after skimming one (1) google result of research#and that's dumb as fuck from a writing perspective but also...#genuinely kinda alienating from the perspective of someone who does live with this shit irl#anyways if i wrote a horror story about prosopagnosia it would be GOOD.
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welcometogrouchland · 2 years ago
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Girl help the au is being fleshed out against my will (I am actively fleshing it out rn)
#ramblings of a lunatic#the owl house#toh#yes this is the labyrinth au#IT WORKS TOO WELL#like okay technically i still haven't figured out whether or not this still takes place on the boiling isles or not#but I'll get there#ANYWAY#luz as sarah#the collector as jareth (Belos was once the witch (goblin) king but due to a story luz tells king at the beginning-#-the collector is set free and overthrows him much like how jareth is a part of sarahs book and takes toby only when she asks)#king is toby obviously#THEN there's the rest of the cast#hunter is hoggle and he's technically the rightful prince of the labyrinth even tho no one treats him like it#he was belos' right hand til belos got banished and now hunter works for the collector obstructing Luz's progress in the labyrinth-#-under the impression that if he does what the collector asks he'll allow his uncle to return#in the meantime the collector likes to make fun of hunter.#threatens to send him to the toes of eternal stench and make him the prince of stink#everyone else in the labyrinth has been reduced to the collectors playthings/toys#Eda's the owl beast and she's a bit like ludo in the movie#gus is a magic mirror luz finds and carries around with her#Willow's trapped inside a tree (maybe a portrait in a tree like her memory trees in understanding willow?)#she can appear anywhere in the labyrinth except for the collector's castle (unless he's distracted 👀)#and amity is possibly a princess in a tower? but she's in the tower ''for her own good'' bc she is BOTH the princess and the dragon#i.e she keeps lighting stuff on fire (she lit willow on fire once and feels bad abt it but can't apologise cause. yknow. tower)#(willow just thinks she hates her :()#also forgot to mention in the hunter section BUT caleb was the first person to get lost in the labyrinth-#-which is why Belos took it over (to ''control'' it). the collector made hunter as a gift (re: bargaining chip for freedom) to belos#and only true loves kiss can ''make hunter real''. he'd get it (platonically) from luz but it wouldn't do anything cause he was always real#there's more but ANYWAY this is way too much fucking fun. i need to rewatch the movie and make art just. just to do something w/ it all!
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gnc-tits · 4 months ago
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work has been pissing me off sun seer lee loikkkk if the pos system didnt want me to do a no sale then why is the option on there đŸ€”
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cuppatealove · 1 year ago
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I'll give you a clue
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That other poll is pretty strange so
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sigh-tofm · 20 days ago
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when the power goes out one cold and rainy november evening


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- goes full dad. pulls the grill up to the back veranda door and cooks up some mean steaks for you two. gets a fire going in the fireplace to keep the house heated. has half a mind to call the power company and tell them that they don’t need to hurry, he’s got everything covered here. actually, they don’t need to come at all, not for a few days. tells you his thoughts as he pulls the mattress off your bed and deposits it in the living room in front of the fireplace, so you both can keep warm tonight. you let him know in no uncertain terms that he will do no such thing. you’ll let him have is fun tonight, but you will need a hot shower and a working oven in 36 hours, no matter how much he wants to play boyscout. but as you sit in front of the roaring fireplace and your admittedly very rugged and handsome husband feeds you bits of grilled steak and holds a glass of red wine to your lips, a thick, warm blanket covering you both, you must admit that this isn’t bad either.

 kyle
- excitedly improvises. you know, it’s like this every day when we’re in the field, he beams as he brushes the dust off the firepit in the woodshed. doesn’t mean it has to be like this now though, does it, kyle. you pull your jacket tighter around yourself and watch as he finds the least rotten firewood in the shed and uses up eight matches before he can get a light. you almost tell him to leave it and come inside, that you’ll order in tonight, but he’s so engulfed in fanning the little flame to life that you can’t help but play along. you get an umbrella when the rain comes down harder and use it to shield both your boyfriend and his firepit from the weather. when you gently ask how he’s going to cook up the pizza you two were in the middle of preparing when the power went out, he wilts a little, but somehow manages to macgyver a cooking system for it that only leaves it slightly burnt. you know, he says while you two are standing under the awning, admiring your fire baby and nibbling on damp, blackened pizza, in the field we sometimes need to share sleeping bags too.

 johnny
- immediately relents. moans and groans about being off duty and that he shouldn’t be expected to fend for himself like this when he isn’t in an active war zone. you pull up the local takeaway menu on your phone and hand it to him. go get us some warm food, soldier, you prompt him and gather up some supplies while he’s away. the old scottish farmhouse you live in has a fireplace, of course, so you light a fire there and with some effort pull the couch up in front of it. blankets and pillows from the living room, old fair isle knit jumpers from the hallway closet, a sheepskin rug to warm your feet on. when he comes back with his arms full of steaming indian (best to get some extra, mo chridhe), his mood seems to have lightened a little too. especially when he sees you in thigh high knit stockings, wearing his jumper and laying on the sheepskin rug. okay, maybe this isn’t so bad. at least he’s not being shot at.

 simon
- is prepared. goes down to the basement and carries up box after box of emergency equipment. hands you a round little paraffin stove (which you have no idea how to work) and a matching aluminium pan, as well as a large variety of ready-made freeze dried stews and soups. just add water, he says unhelpfully, and continues pulling out equipment from his kit. amongst the various bags of tools and gadgets you can spot tent poles and emergency flares, and it’s obvious he’s been itching to use all this stuff for a while. you decide to entertain him and google your way around the stove, finally getting a light on it. you light candles and pull out your winter coats while the water boils, making it an overall cozy time. hav’ta be prepared, he mutters as he comes to sit with you when the food’s ready, the living room full of his unpacked catastrophe preparations. next time we’ll just go to a hotel, you gently request and serve him year-old mushroom stew, brought back to life with some warm water. he looks longingly at all his equipment. you yield. or camping.
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dickgraysonsbitch · 6 months ago
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shopping with the batboys ( + bruce )
to my pineapple pizza haters: know you are valid
warnings: none | divider by @cafekitsune | requests open!
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With DICK GRAYSON, the most mundane of shopping trips turns into an expedition—leaving your heart rushing and blood pounding. He shoots you a flirty wink before steadying the grip on his shopping cart. “Ready, sweetheart? Because I don’t think you are. I’ve got the bread isle memorized like the back of my—”
“Go!” You exclaim, snorting when you see the shocked expression on his face, like he wasn’t expecting you to cheat to try to beat him. Hey, he was a super-fit vigilante, how else were you going to get a head start against Nightwing? Pushing off of a rack of magazines, you let out a shout of victory as you grab the milk from the fridge. One down, two to go. You quickly place the eggs into your cart, but not before you make eye contact with your menace of a boyfriend, who smirks at you before grabbing the last bag of whole wheat bread. Damn, he really did have the bread isle memorized like the back of his hand, didn’t he?
He bats his eyelashes at you innocently, but not before flashing you a crooked grin. “I think that’s three, sweetheart. 3-2, if you know what I mean, so
” he smiles, but there’s a glint of mirth in his eyes that absolutely melts your heart.
“I’m still calling a foul. It’s your walk-in pantry, and there’s no way that you didn’t have an advantage over me.” You huff, crossing your arms, trying to replicate the cute-but-hurt puppy dog eyes that Dick seemed to have mastered.
He shook his head, chuckling to himself. “Sorry, but a deal’s a deal. I mean, I guess you could go back on it, but
” he looks up at you, with those eyes that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and probably a physical ice statue as well.
“Fine,” you grumble. “We can have pineapple on your stupid pizza. Do you want cereal for dessert?” The last question is supposed to be sarcastic, but the light in his eyes shifts from mischievous to downright carnal.
“Actually, I was thinking of having something else for dessert.”
Oh, boy.
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You always knew that JASON TODD was going to spoil you rotten, and that was before you found out that he could cook. It wasn’t fair, actually, that he was probably the most gorgeous, intelligent, and caring person that you knew, all while being kick-ass and super talented at
 basically everything. To some, God gave in abundance. Sighing dramatically, you propped yourself on his shoulder and leaned against him with your elbows.
His eyes twinkled at your new position. “What’s wrong, princess? Tacos not your scene anymore?” He was lying, obviously, because you demolished tacos like they were your last meal and you were on death row, but you still huffed and buried your face in his bicep.
“Jus’ thinking ‘bout how fuckin’ perfect you are, Jay,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the muscle that somehow managed to stay defined under a leather jacket. “You’re really awesome, you know that? I’ve never met someone as amazing as you. They should put a picture of you up at the Met—‘cause you’re a work of art, baby.”
It’s obvious that he’s holding back laughter, from the way that his broad shoulders are shaking, but something inspires him to keep entertaining this though. Probably your endless supply of charm. “Yeah, babe? I knew you wanted me just for my pretty face.” It’s interesting, honestly, how his relationship with you made him more comfortable with
 all parts of himself.
You slap his chest, (not that it does anything), a s pout, your brows furrowed. “You’re not funny.” He send you a soft smile, something that should be uncharacteristic for a man of his size, but it works on you, like it usually does.
He presses his lips together before hoisting you up onto an empty display, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and out of your face. “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m pretty.” Within a minute of staring at your unamused face, he’s howling in laughter, snickering to himself like he’s the comedian of the year.
And without a moment of warning, you’re sealing his lips with a kiss, sending a tingle all the way to the tips of your fingers, and he’s parting his lips to deepen it even further. His hands palm just above your ass, and you gaze at him with half-lidded eyes, softly running your thumb over his rough cheek, and it feels like paradise until—
“Hey! I thought this was a roommates only grocery trip?”
You and Jason both roll your eyes at the voice, and with varying levels of intensity, reply in unison.
“Shut up, Roy!”
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Nothing made you shiver like the husky, low voice of BRUCE WAYNE whispering in your ear from behind you. It was an action that sent your poor heart into overdrive, but here, in this shop that was clearly out of your tax bracket (they had mannequins for diamond embellished puppy collars, for God’s sake) it was as if he was doing it just to show that you were at his mercy.
Not a bad place to be, if you thought about it.
“Try on the dress,” his voice is baritone, and he isn’t using his usual, suave business tone. No, this is the voice he uses when he wants something, and when he’s sure that he’s going to get it. It was like a spell was cast on you, and all you wanted to do was exactly what he said. You weren’t sure you really needed a spell for that anyway.
But still, you hesitated. The dress in question was an Oscar de la Renta mermaid cut gown, in pitch black, no doubt matching Bruce’s own personal aesthetic. The only hesitation? The price. You balked instantly when you glanced at the bill for the first time. Shit, you knew that a custom made dress that didn’t even have a tag on it would be more than your yearly rent. “It’s
 15,000 dollars! Bruce, I can’t accept this.”
He frowned, making you notice the soft wrinkles starting to appear on his face. God, that man took way too much stress for his own good. You’d tried warning against it, but when did he ever listen to anyone but himself (and Alfred)?
“Pocket change, darling. And it’s your first gala, I don’t want you to be wearing something you’ve worn before.” He lightly rubs his fingers against your waist, a promise of something else to come once you accept.
“It’s
” you look down. “It’s a lot. Are you sure?”
“Never been surer. Now, why don’t you look at matching jewelry?”
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slyscoutess · 8 months ago
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paring: charles leclerc x fem!social media! reader [ has faceclaim ] summary: Strange comments started circulating about your image, your networks and even your work, all because of a viral video, now your boyfriend, not at all jealous, can no longer hide your relationship. writer: The faceclaim of choice was @ mharessa on Instagram, but there is a reason for the choice, everything here is a funny story that is kinda of happening right now in Brasil, with some modified details, I hope you like it ;3
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scuderiaferrari From the grid to your feed. ïżœïżœđŸ‡ŻđŸ‡”
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pipesancheez55 y/n knows exactly what we want to see. Charles and Carlos
charlooos and who's that??? pipesancheez55 she is the admin and social media for Ferrari, and close friends with both boys 55sainz_ now say it in a velvety voice: thank u yourusername
leciceecream admin I hope your metabolism is not accelerated, we are praying for you sweetie!!!
c2loover admin, do you know you are getting married???
bearbooy admin girl, i don't know how to tell you this, but it seems like you were invited to a wedding and you're the bride
carlitoswifey she needs to get a protective order leclerclnoffspring Charles please protect our mother
ln554 I think she's so cute with charles, such a shame she's going to marry that ugly
lestappenheart wtf is going on in this comment section????
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charles_leclerc æ„›ă—ăŠă„ăŸă™æ—„æœŹ đŸ€
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yourusername oooh how pretty are this pictures!!! who take them???
charles_leclerc annoying random girl in the last picture, think she is a stalker or something like that lechairpastry oh well, your stalker is being stalked, charlie
drawstaars16 you're neve beating the babygirl allegations
lechairbbg allegations?? that's 100% confirmed supermaxmaxmax he is the definition of babygirl
vanillaleclerc y/n in the last picture, she's hagging with her boys before her marriage
cliatalianfanclub charles, did y/n ask you to be her bestman???
scuderiafanclub charles, ask y/n if her metabolism is accelerated
pastrypapaya we alredy know she has THE called to greatness lestcarlando and the looks does match
mariaferrari ask y/n how the wedding preparations is going!!!
lestappenheart IN HERE TOO??? WTF
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carlossainz55 choose your race week face
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carlandochild when he raises his eybrows >>>>>
ascescuderia I busted 3 time confirmed scuderiacharlos soo true
sainzthinker I just know yourusername take the pictures
yourusername I actually did, and receive no credits for it, can you believe it??? xxemilian I can believe that you have a accelerated metabolism
lec16r did y/n already send you the invitation for the wedding???
beccacarlosluv so when is y/n's wedding???
love4wags you proclame yourself y/n's big brother, are you the one who's going to walk her down the isle??
carlandobaby Do you think she will lose the baby weight fast??
mickrussel are you going to the wedding or is Lewis taking your seat there too??
lestappenheart you guys are kind of impossible right now WTF IS GOING ON??
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iamrebeccad Editorial for russhmagzine
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carlossainz55 😍
wtfisakmsargeant i'm going to steal your gf carlando_mclaren so early
beccasaainz ARE YOU GOING TO BE THE MAID OF HONOR???
verstappen1655 you are y/n's friend, do you know if she have a accelerated metabolism????
yourusername Forget that spaniard, let's runaway together I BEG
iamrebeccad already packing wait a minute charloslovers y/n's fiance did you know you lose to a woman???
scuderiawaglovers is y/n a woman of god???
lestappenheart I give up honestly . . . Looking good Rebecca!!!
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yourusername Alexa, play Lost in Japan by Shaw Mendes
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babygirllechair did she leave the church??
trixpastry girl, did you asked for restriction order already??
supermaxmaxmax CONGRATS ON THE WEEDING, such a shame is not with charles
vanillaleclerc this is not very curch lady of you
sainzz55_ Charles is going to be the bestman and going to cry for the lost of the love of his life on the wedding
landonorris Please, let me be in the weeding
pastrypapaya NOT YOU TOO lestcarlando HE IS SO CHRONICALLY ONLINE
stalkerusername what a beautiful picture, it's a shame that your clothes are apparently becoming less and less cloth, but that will never take away your beauty
lestappenheart oh now I know what is happening
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scuderiasainzz SUCH A CUTE BABY
ynthinker I just know you were giggling like a proud mother on the bts of this
csj55_ HOW CUTE
sargeantblues Did you loose the baby weight fast after giving birth to this one?
norrizsainsz Is he the one who will take the rings on your wedding day?
stalkerusername God has blessed you with immeasurable talent, and these boys are so lucky to be with you while you are still working
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charles_leclerc stories responses in instagram dm
charlieleclec I love how good of a friends you guys are, hope it keeps that way when she marries
cslestappen4 MAMA AND PAPA
maypastrylover Yes, Charlie, keep her mettabolism accelereted!!!!
druvoichmaxie She does seem to have it all in his check list
kikagaaasly Training to be best man in her wedding??
alobonorussel Saying your goodbyes before her husband makes her quit her job to be a full time church lady???
yourusername stories responses in instagram dm
xoxoleclerc SUCH A POOKIE
scuderiaicecream your future husband will not like this
tsunodagaasly going to make a quick time travel to see who you marry in the end
chaynloverrs don't make risk runaways with charlie, you have a stalker
monacopredestinado Are you speeding up his metabolism too?
scuderiawags4life DON'T GO BACK TO MONACO, I BEEEG
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charles_leclerc showing beauties hidden behind cameras đŸ€
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yourusername you take more pictures of me than I take of you, and me taking pictures of you is my job
charles_leclerc some beauties deserve more attention than others lechairsainz He says this and there are more photos of Carlos
ln1644 I wanted their friendship for me
alonsovettel friendship? they are clearly dating and this is a hard launch carlandofishy okay grandma, let's take you back to bed
lecvanillaas I love her being his best friend
jorisfavwag suddenly no one is asking about her metabolism
scuderiahamilton charles ruinning a wedding
pastrypapaya such a homewrecker lestcarlando I hope her future husband knows that her and Charles' friendship comes first
cliqueleclerc future husband screaming, crying and throwing up now
lestappenheart His gallery is just her and everyone else thinking it's friendship
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lovingwags Tired of everyone calling it friendship, possessiveness or worried about obsessed fans?
Either way, Charles Leclerc just kissed Scuderia Ferrari social media manager in front of everyone during his post-race victorious celebration. We need to comment that apparently he had an unsuccessful hard launch yesterday and in recent days we saw a man saying he would marry his, now assumed, girlfriend.
When asked about the matter, Charles simply replied that they had "already taken care of it and the man would never come close to his lover, there was no saint or religious entity that would do otherwise." Charles is known for being jealous, his jealousy being one of the rumors of one of his old breakups, this may have been what sparked the fire for him to admit his girlfriend to the world. What do you think?
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verstappenmothering Delulu twitter girls WERE RIGHT
yummylechair FUCK YEAH WE WERE yncliquee WE KNEW OUR PARENTS VERY WELL
ynthinker Where were you when the photo of her sitting on his lap on the beach went viral? The photo he reposted on his launch
miniverstln MAMA AND PAPA. MAMA. AND. PAPA
lechairyourname the position of his hands, this man needs to be touching her 24/7
norrizzcunt THE CRAZY STALKER LOST IN MONACO AND SHE KISSING CHARLES IN CHINA
maziemillian SHE'S A VERY LUCKY WOMAN sainnzchair and he's a very lucky man
whatamaxemmil Thank u random dude for making my parents hard launch their relatioship!!!!!
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charles_leclerc I try one more time to make it clear, the one right there is mine đŸ€ If there is anyone in this world who will marry her, it's me, the ring hidden in the closet proves it.
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yourusername I love you so much cutie patotie, pookie bear, literally the man of my life and for my life
charles_leclerc i love you way more, my princess, i love u more than italian man love me riddleleclec FUCK THAT ROME ASS AND JULI GIRL, I WANT WHAT THIS BITHCES HAVE
yourusername WHAT RING??? RUE ( joris_trouche ) WHEN WAS THIS???
joris_trouche We went out to choose around the third week of your relationship landonorris LMAO WHAT A SIMP charles_leclerc no need to expose this here
olliebearman MAMA 'N PAPA
nenasainzz OLLIE norrizlala ONE OF US FOR REAL
lewishamilton I'm happy for you both, wish all the love in the world for your relationship ❀
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sepublic · 7 months ago
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Fascinating to me how in the pilot, Luz found the Boiling Isles because of AMITY... Because she's trying to return this exchange student's passport to her. She chases a bus on foot the entire way just to repay her kindness. And so she follows her through the door.
I think the final version works just as well, considering it emphasizes Luz's connection to Eda and King, as well as her relationship with her mother. But there's also something special about how in the pilot, Luz's pretty obvious crush, and hopes of finding a friend in someone who unwittingly showed her kindness (though she doesn't realize it was unintentional) is what leads her into the Boiling Isles. It's what begins everything, it's what starts her journey and helps her find the place and people where she belongs.
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There's just kind of a parallel between Luz trying to return the passport, and Luz wanting to hold onto the book, her father's last gift to her representing their mutual weirdness and kinship with one another. And there would’ve been another Lumity in parallel in them being students of two worlds. The crush vibes are so much more explicit and present from the start, it's like the queer aspect of Luz and the show is intertwined, since the beginning, since the very inciting incident, with the weirdness of our cast and their found family dynamics and everything. Like you can't discuss the weirdness without mentioning the queerness, without acknowledging it as just as much the foundation to the story and Luz.
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Plus there's Amity rejecting the drawing from Luz, only for it to be appreciated by Eda unknowingly... Once again, someone, unwittingly, is kind to Luz. But in this case Eda is more explicit about encouraging and welcoming Luz, and it makes me wonder if Amity necessarily dismissed the drawing as much, or only did so because she was around her peers? She's much more of a traditional, popular girl prep in the pilot. But then she DOES throw away the drawing, and her seeing Luz later could represent the shift in attitude, her reconsideration.
It's just. You have the mother figure. You have the love interest. And they bring and affirm Luz's ties to the Boiling Isles respectively. Luz doesn't get the approval she was initially looking for, but her quest for it leads her to find approval from someone else; And obviously, her chances with Amity aren't entirely off of the table! Her girlfriend brought her here. She lit up Luz's life in a way, as the final version had Luz barge into Amity's life and light up hers without meaning to.
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Plus Eda not being the friend Luz expected or was looking for -they cross paths by pure coincidence- but being the one she truly starts off with in the end. Like how in the final show Luz doesn't quite get what she's looking for, but she finds something else just as great and beautiful. Luz braces herself to be mocked through her drawing by Eda only to be supported and encouraged! All three of these characters are cut from the same cloth, tied together. I love it.
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Hi baby! Saw you need some inspiration and I thought, do you know the early stages of dating? Like, you are getting to know the person and there are aspects you don't expect and surprise you and I imagined the first time reader realises how much clingy Lando can be and it's just cute and lovey dovey đŸ„ș maybe he is sick or something and turns into a giant baby
hello, my love!!! đŸ„č it's been a while, i missed you sm!!! i hope you're doing well! <3
also, i can totally see lando turning into a big baby when he's sick, and even when he isn't 😁
blurb day to cure my writers block
it was early morning when lando's name lit up your phone, a soft buzz following his text. you knew he landed late last night and when you called him just before bed he sounded a bit nasally, almost like he was catching a cold.
sure enough, the text you read on the screen confirmed your suspicions.
would you kill me if i asked to reschedule our lunch date? i'm feeling like i got hit by a bus đŸ˜©
you immediately texted him back, fingers typing quickly on the screen.
not at all! do you need anything? i can stop at the store and come by, maybe make some soup if you're feeling up to it ❀
he felt guilty for canceling the date you two had planned out before he left, especially because he had been away for weeks. his head was pounding and his sinuses were all stuffed up, but as he read your message back to him, he couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face. the sweet words making his heart jump up to his throat.
depends, does the chef also provide cuddles upon request? đŸ€”
i'm sure they'd be able to make special accommodations, just for you 😌
oh, he was on cloud nine...
lovely, see you soon? ❀
see you soon ❀
you threw on the first pair of sweatpants and hoodie you could find before grabbing your things and rushing out the door, making your way to the store. after browsing the medicine isle for all different kinds of treatments and debating on wether or not to splurge for the extra strength medicine, which you did, you grabbed the ingredients to make the soup. the same recipe your mom used to make for you whenever you were feeling under the weather, the one that worked like a charm.
and shortly after, you were knocking on the door to his apartment. smiling sympathetically when he opened the door with tired eyes and a small smile, the hood of his black hoodie pulled over the mess of brown curls. he looked tired, and he definitely looked sick.
"'ve got every medicine i could find," you said, pulling all the packages out from the bag and placing them onto the counter, "and the ingredients for the soup my mom used to make."
he sat in the stool at the kitchen island, head resting on his hand as he watched you open one of the packets of pills. you popped one out of it's foil casing, turning around and grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water before sliding them towards him, "here, this should help with the head and stuffy nose."
he nodded, taking the pills before reaching out to you now that you were in arms length. you let him pull you closer, slightly giggling and wrapping your arms around him as his head rested on your stomach.
you had heard that men were big babies whenever they were sick, but with lando it seemed... different. almost like he had been hiding the fact that he enjoyed cuddling into you, not wanting to scare you off in the beginning stages of your relationship.
but you didn't mind, not one bit. you liked this, and you would've stayed like this for the rest of the day if you didn't have a recipe to start.
his words were muffled into your sweatshirt as he softly spoke, voice gravely, "thank you."
you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his hoodie-clad head, "'course,"
he picked his head up and you were met with the same grey-green eyes you were met with at the door, this time they screamed sleep deprived. you tucked the curls back underneath the hood, "wanna go lay on the couch while i start this? i'll join you when 'm done,"
he nodded, moving slowly towards the couch before flopping down, grabbing the blanket from the back panels and getting comfortable. he flipped the tv on as you tried your best not to be loud with the pots and pans, cautious of his pounding head.
and when the soup was finally at the stage where it had to be left to boil for hours, you made your way into the living room. you smiled softly at his cheek pressed against the couch cushion, eyes closed as he finally drifted off to sleep. you carefully joined him on the couch, stirring him awake shortly as he pulled you closer, legs intertwining with yours and his head falling to your chest.
the moment you realized you were slowly, but surely, falling in love with him. willing to do anything and everything for him as long as he was yours.
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headspace-hotel · 6 months ago
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I hate a lot of trends in climate-change-aware nature writing, but this is one I particularly detest: works insisting that we live in a "post-natural" world.
The lostness, bewilderment, aching, and searching in this piece is understood by the author to be an all-consuming and universal dysphoria, when it is actually a highly specific predicament that the author put himself into: He tried to understand the universe exclusively through the point of view of white people.
I mean that Purdy takes the colonizer point of view without realizing that it is a colonizer point of view. He thinks the colonizer point of view is a universal document of the authentic, naive encounter of "humanity" with "nature," instead of burning wreckage left over from the apocalyptic destruction of a rainbow of ideas and cultures.
It feels weird to be talking about this as a white person, but it shouldn't, any more than it should feel weird to say (as a white person) that aliens didn't build the pyramids.
Very little of what he's writing about would exist or make sense without European colonization of the world. Purdy constantly says "we" and "our" in reference to things that are very restricted to a particular cultural point of view, as if totally oblivious to the idea that other cultures and other perspectives even exist. When he searches for historical references to chart "human" relationship with nature, history goes like this: Pre-Christian religion in the British Isles->British monarchy-> George Washington-> Industrial Revolution->Thoreau.
He manages to repeatedly stumble over giant hunks of colonialism embedded in every concept he's thinking about, like boulders obstructing a pathway, and pretends so hard that they don't exist that his points are janky and meandering. For example, his discussion of Helen Macdonald's book H for Hawk, touching upon human identification with the landscape and with non-human "nature," blunders into this:
Those who love (certain parts of) nature are often making a point of preferring it to (certain kinds of) human beings. The problem is not only literary. Macdonald describes an encounter with a retired couple who join her in admiring a valley full of deer, then remark how good it is to see “a real bit of Old England still left, despite all these immigrants coming in.” She does not reply, but is miserable afterward. The meaning of landscapes is always someone’s meaning in particular. Confronted with all of this, Macdonald tries to shake off the complicities of her own identification with the terrain: “I wish that we would not fight for landscapes that remind us of who we think we are. I wish we would fight, instead, for landscapes buzzing and glowing with life in all its variousness.” The alternative that Macdonald wishes for is, of course, not an escape from political-cultural projection onto landscape, but another approach to that same practice — really, the only one a 21st-century cosmopolitan is likely to feel comfortable embracing. 
AND THEN HE JUST SEGUES INTO THE NEXT POINT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. Like don't worry about it :) We will simply project onto landscapes in a non-racist way :) because we aren't racist anymore in the 21st century :)
The next book he discusses is Landmarks by Robert MacFarlane, which is basically about how the vocabulary of landscape in English is sterilized and monoculturized, and contrasts that with Scots Gaelic. This is how Purdy explains the thesis of the book:
 Our sense of what lies outside ourselves has been blunted by “capital, apathy, and urbanization” — enemies likely to draw a range of friends, from cultural Marxists to Little Englanders to those who would like to see a bit more effort, please. But behind this scholarly sketch, Macfarlane’s work is testament to a pretheoretical obsession with unfamiliar ways of encountering places. We disenchanted and distracted (post)moderns describe terrain, he complains, in terms of “large, generic units” such as “field,” “hill,” “valley,” and “wood." (...) Many people who have lived intimately with landscapes have had words for nuances of form, texture, and use. Macfarlane’s purpose in Landmarksis to gather these words as proof of how precisely it is possible to name a place, and so, perforce, to know it.
Why is Gaelic endangered? Because of an effort to extinguish its speakers' culture. This article I found on it talks about the history of the language's decline, and it's strikingly similar to what happened to indigenous people in the Americas and Australia, with children being put in schools where they were beaten with sticks for speaking their native language.
This whole essay is about Purdy's general disappointment with nature writing, his craving for an ineffable Something, some sort of magical, primitive identification with the natural world. In the very first paragraph he claims that the pictures of animals on nursery walls are "totemic" and quotes a guy saying that zoos are an "epitaph" to the relationship between people and animals. It's never very clear what he means, but he uses the term "animism" repeatedly, such as when he says this about MacFarlane's goal in writing Landmarks:
His quarry is an animistic sense that Barry Lopez once identified in “the moment when the thing — the hill, the tarn . . . ceases to be a thing, and becomes something that knows we are there."
Given that ambition, Landmarks, which Macfarlane calls a “counter-desecration phrasebook,” can be disappointingly thin as a lexicon. Too many of the terms are simply dialect or Gaelic for some generic form, such as “slope,” “hilltop,” “stream,” or “tuft of grass.” The effect is less pointing out how many things there are to see than cataloguing how many names there are for the same thing.
This is Purdy missing the point, perfectly crystallized as though frozen in amber. He is oblivious to the clear subtext of a language showing a culture's connection to its home, and of the violence against that culture. The Gaelic language doesn't make him feel primal and mystical the way he wants it to, therefore it doesn't mean anything to him. MacFarlane doesn't make him feel a magic animistic connection to nature, therefore his book must have failed at its task.
Who gives a shit? Gaelic isn't FOR you.
He discusses another book about a guy that hikes a bunch of Cherokee trails, but I don't know what to say about that one, observing it through the sludge of the reviewer's unwillingness to recognize that historical context exists. He summarizes his disappointment in a confusing way, using the Gaelic language as a symbol for an obscure and inaccessible place where the answer to your personal emotional cravings lives (???) Then he talks about a kind of epistemicide, or extinction of knowing, of nature, but again, totally oblivious to any relationship to colonization.
Every inhabited continent has been denuded of ecosystems and species. Most North American places have shed wolves, elk, moose, brown bears, panthers, bison, and a variety of fish and wild plants, which were all abundant four hundred years ago. 
Wow, I wonder what happened four hundred years ago?
This writing acts like the dominant Eurocentric attitude towards the world is universal, but the author is haunted by this nameless specter of the possibility of a different way of thinking, which he treats as some kind of mystical, primordial state hidden in the past instead of just a different cultural perspective.
Not only does he not recognize that his own cultural perspective of Nature is dysfunctional and unsatisfying because it was created by exploitation and genocide of other cultures and their symbiotic relationships, he acts like other perspectives don't exist. Take his perspective on forests and the mycorrhizal network:
Wohlleben’s emphasis on interdependence and mutual aid is part of a recent tendency to recast nature in an egalitarian fashion — as cooperative, nonindividualist, and, often enough, hybrid and queer, in contrast to the oaks of generals and kings. Nature does answer faithfully to the imaginative imperatives and limitations of its observers, so it was inevitable that after centuries of viewing forests as kingdoms, then as factories (and, along the way, as cathedrals for Romantic sentiment), the 21st century would discover a networked information system under the leaves and humus, what Wohlleben calls, with an impressive lack of embarrassment, a “wood wide web.”
Listen, I don't think this is accurate to how Europeans thought of forests throughout time, let alone "humanity" in general. The emphasis of power and competition in ecosystems emerged after Darwin, in collusion with capitalism and "race science." Trees have been symbols of life, wisdom and selflessness, and regarded as sacred or even sentient, for centuries before that. But on top of that, this is just blatantly pretending that only white people's ideas count as ideas.
It's the same dreck as all the other "literary" writing about climate change: self-pityingly and unproductively mourning "Nature" and a fantasized "wild" state of the Earth, ignoring colonialism, treating human influence of any kind on other life forms as something that either destroys them or makes them soft and "tame."
I'm tired of reading nature writing from people that obviously do not go outside, or if they do, they do it in such a suffocatingly regimented, goal-oriented way that they can't just sit outside and relax.
Maybe I shouldn't be such a hater if I want to do nature writing. But my love of nature is WHY I am a hater.
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stayevildarling · 21 days ago
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Agatha Harkness x Reader- The quiet spells of Home
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A/N: based on a request I had a while ago where reader comes home from work just as Agatha finishes in her basement for the day. They are both tired and exhausted and unwind together. Unfortunately the ask and my entire draft got deleted so I had to write it againđŸ™‡đŸ»â€â™€ïž
tw/tags: established relationship, soft Agatha, nsfw, lazy/tired sex, reader recieving, agatha recieving, enchanted strap, breeding kink, praise kink, mommy kink, cockwarming
word count: 2k
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As soon as you step into your home, dropping your bag by the front door, shrugging off the weight from a long day, you hear the faint creak of the basement door. Agatha‘s face appears at the top of the stairs and you can tell when her eyes meet you that her day must have been just as exhausting, her posture a little slumped and eyes looking heavy. The witch had been down there for hours, working on her magic and getting lost in it.
„Hey stranger“ she murmurs as she gives you a tired smile, rubbing her eyes as she steps into the light, exposing her beautiful features. „How was your day?“ she asks and in response, you let out a sigh, giving her a look that says it all. „About as draining as yours, I‘d guess“ you chuckle, giving her a warm smile, longing for the woman who had been beside you for the longest time.
Agatha makes her way over, slipping her arms around you in a slow and comfortable hug that you both sink right into. You‘re warm and grounding and she just sighs, feeling right at home in your embrace. You lean your head against her shoulder, her breathing soft against your neck. „Couch?“ she suggests while tilting her head towards it and without another word you lead her there, settling as you both curl up against each other. Her hand finds yours, tracing small circles on your palm, her touch a magic of its own as she could always ground you.
You breathe out, sinking deeper into her and the world around you both fades, just the two of you in your own shared home and quiet. It‘s rare to see your girlfriend this unguarded, usually her protective walls high up, her eyes sharp but tonight softened by the fatigue, her shoulders heavy but relaxed against you.
„You know“ she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper „I thought today would be simple, a little incantation here, a little protection spell there“ she huffs, almost a laugh, nuzzling a bit closer to your neck. „But of course it never goes like that, does it?“ she rolls her eyes a little and you can‘t help but chuckle softly, pressing a light kiss to her temple. „Welcome to my world“ you reply, drawing gentle circles up and down her back. „I thought all I had to deal with today was some reports but it really never goes just like that“ you sigh.
She hums in sympathy, wrapping herself deeper into your steady arms, „I could enchant someone to handle your work you know?“ she offers with a smirk, her fingers lazily traping shapes on your arm. „Or maybe just hex them into giving you some time off“. Your giggling errupts at her words „Tempting“ you whisper, giving her a quiet laugh, her body relaxing further as you tug her closer. „Though they would probably mess it up. No one can do it quite like me“ you tease, earning a smirk from the brunette.
„Same here“ she agrees, her eyes fluttering closed as she sinks into your warmth. „You would think the magic would do all the hard work but no, it‘s still on me“ she sighs before yawning and you feel her relax completely. One of her hand drifts up, playing lazily with the fabric of your shirt and tracing lines along your shoulder and collarbone. You close your eyes, letting her guide and lull you to relax and as the world keeps fading further, so does the exhaustion, the two of you finally relaxed in each other‘s arms, the rest of it all not mattering anymore.
In the dim light, you both sit there in comfortable silence for a while, lost in each other‘s company. The world outside feels distant, the worries of the day fading further and feeling so insignificant due to this shared moment. A little while later you feel the woman shift a little, her hand brushing over your chest, head lifting just enough to look at you. Her eyes are warm and inviting, a question clearly lingering on her mind and you feel the warmth in her eyes spread through your body.
You give her a small smile and nod of approval and she begins slowly trailing her fingers down your chest, taking her time, every touch unhurried, knowing you both have all the time in the world and not needing to rush this. And Agatha savors the way you respond to her, your body moving in perfect synch to her own, as you tilt your head, giving her mouth acces to your neck as she lazily begins kissing you, wet sloppy kisses that spread a fire through you both. She‘s so gently and slow, much unlike the other usually hurried and desperate times but you both needed this right now.
Agatha‘s hand finds its way to your neck, pulling you a little closer as her lips explore your own, pulling you into a slow kiss, your lips dancing and tongues eventually melting into each other. „Just like that“ she whispers, her voice barely a breath against you and there is still no urgency in your movements, savouring this and each other. „Aggie“ you whine as she continues tracing kisses down your jawline, causing a heat to spread through you and she smirks then, her hand softly travelling lower and lower until she reaches the waistband, slipping inside with ease and feeling your wetness on her fingers. Her eyes meet yours, approving, filled with praise and love as she shifts and moves to sit beside you.
With a flick of her wrist, a cloud of purple appears and you see the familiar strap tugged at her waist, the enchantment falling off her lips seconds later, your trousers already abandoned by her magic and she tilts her head. „Come here“ she offers and you move slowly as you position yourself above here. She holds your hips in place, slowly guiding you onto her and you sink right in, her full length filling you up and making you gasp into her as she pulls you close. The two of you stay like this for a while, wrapped in each other as she fills you up, making you feel so good and so full.
You begin grinding on her a little, wanting to feel a little more friction but every movement is slow and lazy, your arms wrapping around her neck, your lips finding hers and her hands steadying you, occasionally pushing her hips up to give you both some friction. The world fades further as it‘s just the two of you wrapped in each other. „You feel so good“ you whisper into her ear and she speeds up her movements ever so slightly, still nothing compared to the way she would usually ruin you but enough to cause you to buck your hips slightly. „You‘re always so good for me baby, taking me so well“ she praises as she locks eyes with you, the moment causing butterflies to errupt in your stomach and your heart to beat faster from the pure love you feel for each other.
And as your bodies continue to move in synch, your eyes silently communicate, so grateful to have found each other, the way your minds and hearts worked alike, how you always knew what the other one needed or what was on their mind. Agatha can tell you are close by the way your eyes force closed and so with a final thrust, holding onto you tight, she fills you up, sending you right over the edge as both of your orgasms wash over you. Her hot liquid fills your walls and your own juices melt down her cock, causing her to gasp in your mouth as she helps you ride out your high.
In the moment you feel so content, so full and warm and tired that you simply put your head on her shoulders, seeking her even more, wanting to be even closer to her than you already are. She consideres pulling out but seeing your pleading eyes, she whispers „Want to cockwarm mommy for a while?“ and you nod desperatly, causing a smirk to form on her lips. And so the two of you stay like that, her full length still inside you as you keep each other warm and full.
„Just stay like this baby“ she whispers „Mommy has got you“ she reassures, her voice soft against your ear and her breath warm. There‘s a sleepy smile on her face as she holds you close and she lets out a long content sigh, this being exactly what the two of you needed after this long and exhausting day.
This whole evening feels like a quiet spell of it‘s own, fading the worries and exhaustion and bringing you both even closer. Your hearts beat against each other as you eventually settle your head on her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat, still feeling so warm and full as you haven‘t moved an inch. Your girlfriend continiues holding you close, rubbing soothing circles and patterns on your back, occasionally kissing your forehead and small praises leaving her lips for being so good for her.
Minutes pass and a soft silence washes over the dimly lit living room but neither of you think about moving, enjoying the company and closeness of each other. Sleepiness begins washing over you and the woman can tell, keeping you steady in her arms as she leans her head back, feeling the same feeling consuming her. „I love you Aggie“ you whisper through a yawn, causing her to smile softly at your adorableness. „I love you too sweetheart“ she whispers, letting sleep consume you and wash away today‘s exhaustion. And she doesn‘t think of moving, simply melting into you further, holding you right there in her arms.
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