#i might print this pic but then my mom will be like ‘huh?? what’s that’ and as always i won’t know what to say

[theolddivorcedzukka]

⬇️ i drew us running away into the forest together btw

[ID: a simple cartoony digital drawing of two people in a forest. There are trees with flowers and bushes with berries, as well as flowers and butterflies all around. The people stand near a fallen log and smile. End ID.]

!!!! OMG SLAVA THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺 i love your fit and also omg my eras movie outfit���.bwuh……what if we made this image a reality? let’s go to the forest together 🫴

[untilthenextencore]

Corazon Salvaje Ch. 1.5

*As always still editing & revising.

Hope you enjoy this little teaser.

January 2, 1969

Deep in the heart of Los Angeles, California, in one of the many apartments, in one of the many apartment buildings that is described as being 15 minutes from practically every sight & attraction - but is more like 45 minutes plus considering the ever present LA traffic - a group of girls is hurrying around a bedroom trying to get ready before leaving to catch an evening’s entertainment at the Whisky.

The room is a whirl of excitement, fluttery fabric & perfume as Cynthia “Cindy” Delgado Lopez, her cousin, Virginia “Ginger / Gina” Delgado and their friend Patricia “Trixie” Alvarez each put the finishing touches on their looks eagerly awaiting the arrival of their friend Inina Del Mar, but even more eagerly awaiting that night’s concert & the festivities sure to follow.

“What a way to ring in the new year, huh?” Gina sighed as she hustled herself out of a yellow pleated trapeze minidress - which she promptly traded with Trixie - for the purple velvet sheath mini dress with the black peter pan collar her friend had initially picked up. Both deciding at the eleventh hour that they liked each other’s choices better & both lucky their dresses were as easy to remove as it was to put on, which was part of why they were so chosen in the first place.

“New Year New Yardbirds!” Cindy enthused. She was so excited for tonight. It had been almost a half a year since the last Yardbirds gigs in LA. Since she and the girls had last saw Jimmy. That felt like an eternity for her! And though she knew the group Jimmy had since formed from the ashes of the Yardbirds after they disbanded had chosen new name, those words still fit for her.

It was a new year.

New start.

For the group, with its new name.

For her, with her new lighter hair color, now a light brown / dark blonde instead of her natural dark shade to which she had previously reverted after a try of a more candy floss blonde. That was how she was when she 1st met Jimmy. Each time he visited she seemed to have a different look in one way or another.

And now she was eager to have a look at his new side with his new group.

If she ended up with him again tonight, fine!

If not that was fine too.

They’d had their fun before and might again in the future as well!

In the meantime though, she didn’t worry…

In her floral printed mini dress which she had over her black turtleneck sweater she knew she’d attract the eyes and attention of someone worthwhile tonight! She just knew it!

As it was she busied herself by applying her favorite frosted pink lipgloss while sharing mirrorspace with the tanned fellow bleached blonde Trixie. Trixie who scoffed as she leant down to fasten the buckle on one of her heels, giving her friend a nudge. “Cindy! For the last time they’re not the New Yardbirds anymore! They’re Led Zeppelin!”

“I know! I’m just saying!” Cindy huffed.

“She won’t forget after tonight I bet! Knowing Jimmy the band he’s pulled together will be amazing!” Gina grinned as she finally finished with the zip of her dress, smoothing out her long dark hair before slicking her pout with another layer of the dusty rose shade she had chosen for the night.

“I didn’t forget! I was just saying it to say it! Saying it cause it fit better!” Cindy was now desperate for rescue from her pun that had not only fallen flat but gone awry. Noting the continued absence of the last fourth of their “fearsome foursome”, she then asked. “Hey, where’s Inina?”

“Right here, doll!” Inina called, appearing in the doorway right on cue. Most of her petite form was obscured by a black velvet hooded cloak, red manicured hand clutching the hood closed tighter beneath her chin.

Hurrying into the bedroom after greeting her friends with hugs & kisses all around - carefully placed so as not to smudge anyone’s makeup or muss their hair - she leant into the mirror alongside Cindy & inspected her reflection, especially the dark chocolate curls along her forehead which peeked out from beneath the cloak & which had gotten a little windblown from outside. Groaning in exasperation, Inina then took up the comb from the vanity and proceeded to take great pains to carefully arrange that curled fringe to once again frame her face just so.

She wasn’t normally SO exacting regarding her bangs or fringe or however you call it. She took these great pains & paid such attention to her fringe and how they framed her face simply because that face was the only thing on her - apart from a very little bit of leg below the knee - that was visible outside of her cloak. Her outfit was already long since taken care of and would remain under wraps until further notice.

Cindy cast her eyes over to Inina on her right, leaning back to look to Inina’s other side. “Where’s little Thalia?” She tapped the little polaroid of the group of them surrounding & hugging the tanned dark haired little girl, all smiles, tapped to the mirror.

Inina smiled at the sight of the old pic. “At home with my mom.”

“But I thought you were going to leave her with Vi?” Trixie pouted. “She did say she’d babysit for you any day. She does for a few of our other friends.”

“I know. And I appreciate it. Who knows? I might take her up on it in the future. I decided to leave her with my mom tonight though. My mom loves any excuse to watch her anyway. Thalia was asleep when I left. Just finished tucking her in. Told her I’d be back in the morning. Come rain or come shine.”

“But what if you take a shine to one of the guys in Zeppelin? Or what if they take a shine to you?” Gina teased as she took the hairspray from Trixie to give herself another go over.

Inina shrugged. “Well what if then? I’ll still be home to see Thalia in the morning come rain or come shine. I promised her.”

“You never know.” Cindy singsonged. “From what I hear the guys Jimmy has gotten together are awfully cute in addition to being insanely talented. My friend in London saw them at the Marquee Club & said they were just unreal! He said that just about all the girls there were swooning over them.”

“That sounds like Jimmy alright. That fella…” Inina shook her head with a laugh, her vision going out of focus as she went into her head, losing herself in her memories. Yardbird colored memories. Memories from the not so distant past. Memories as close as 6 months ago, when the Yardbirds last toured the States. Memories as far back as 3+ years ago, when Jimmy 1st toured the States with the Yardbirds, when they first met through Jeff and the boys. Memories of even earlier, when she first met Jeff and the boys on a previous tour. Memories so relatively recent. And yet so far away. Miles away. Oceans away. And, she realized prompting her hand to rub over her stomach, palm of her hand going both with & against the grain of her velvet cloak, a baby away. A child away. A Thalia away. Thalia. Her little angel. The best part of her in miniaturized human form.

Cindy continued, her words sounding just as far away as they did in her ear. Cindy’s words acting as an anchor, tethering Inina - however tenuously - to the present. “Not just Jimmy though. Apparently a great number of girls were surrounding the singer too. "A curly haired blonde kid”, he said. “One of the two unknowns he picked alongside "Jonesy the fellow session king”“ he called him.”

“Yeah well… "Curly haired blonde” or not, “Unknown” or not, “Session King” or not, I told my mom and Thalia that I’d be home in the morning to see her come rain or come shine & I will be home in the morning to see her come rain or come shine.“ The last five words came echoed by all in the room, the echo followed by laughter by all.

"We’ll see…” Cindy teased.

Inina just laughed once more, removing her hood to give her fringe one last spray before putting the finishing touches to her makeup. “That’s right, Cindy. You’ll see.”

Taking a deep breath to compose herself, the butterflies just now beginning to flutter in her stomach, the giddiness, the nerves, the excitement, all those familiar old feelings taking root in her heart once more, she readjusted her hood, stood up, straightened out her cloak & her outfit underneath and with another deep breath & a nod, produced her keys from her pocketbook, regarding at the other three with a grin. “Let’s go.”

[taeyamayang]

hiya love, i should def do more requests then by the looks of it 😂 aaa well i am a charming lad so that might be the reason why i'm smooth with my words 😌

also, i just met your future partner, but something seems weird..i keep bumping into a mirror?

i'm specialising in digital manufacturing! so pretty much dealing with industry 4.0 and things like precision eng and 3D printing all that jazz. sounds boring but it is interesting to me. the argument was pretty pointless but basically he wanted me to specialise in biomed engineering as it had better job prospects but i was too stuborn and joined another course instead(the mods were also not ones that i particularly liked). it didn't really made sense to me since he was the one that said i could choose whichever one that i wanted but i'll look past that.

i guess it's also cause i'm a 'woman in stem' so he's worried about my future but i'm strong i'll get through it, hopefully haha. 😭✌️😋

anyways, good luck for ur midterms! yes i did remember you mentioning about it and i'm excited to hear the results. oh dear, a hd photo of yourself? it can be quite daunting for some people but i know you'll be able to do it! you always have.

i also saw that there was a pet sharing session and i'm upset tumblr doesn't allow me to add pics while anon but if i ever am ready i'll send you pics of my cats as well 🥲🥲😖

well, it is the weekend so i hope you have a good rest before your midterms and may you stay safe and healthy always 😌 remember to take breaks as well and always always know that you deserve to love and be loved :)

(ps. let me know if you don't like pickup lines because i know people who don't so i apologise if it made you uncomfortable 🙏)

damn, you literally took the "i'm a charming lad" seriously and dropped a pick up line, huh? lmaoo don't worry I'm good with pick up lines, i find it funny 😂 a partner... mmmm does this have something to do with the fruity ask i got recently?? lmaoooo

you lost me at industry 4.0 because I have zero idea what that is but the rest sounds interesting!! you can tell me more about it and I would love to know more about what you are learning :) biomed,, so is it a science course? are you not interested in science or is it because you find your current course more interesting than biomed? tbh for parents, it always goes down to the economy,, how our courses can financially support us in the future. i get that too, but I guess I'm a bit privileged in that part because I happen to choose a science course (science courses are a hit esp to asian parents lol) so they aren't against it or something. but as a kid, i wanted to become an artist, a painter to be exact but i was immediately shut down by my mom by saying arts doesn't earn money. at that time i didn't understand what she meant but yeah i moved past that... i'm oKAY lmaoo /jk i'm seriously over it. it was ages ago.

midterms are over! did i survive? perhaps. did i do well? that's a different question. but it's over, I can finally be on tumblr :) THE HD PIC IS FOR TOMORROW HOLY SHIT--

YOU... HAVE... CATS???? OHMYGOOOODDDDD TELL ME ABOUT THEMMM OMG

you deserve love too, my dear :) you are so sweet :') I hope something made you smile this week! stay healthy and hydrated. I'll talk to you soon, sunflower anon. :)

[logicheartsoul]

Maybe it’s a bit of me projecting a bit of my photography habit but the image of Bucky trying to figure out a black room? And being all “how the fuck do I develop all this film????” and then just becoming part of some photographer’s club/local store where they develop the films and he’s just watching and taking notes diligently like “uh huh, yes”, but also showing off to Sam when he sees some local teens in town taking pics of themselves with their Instax camera and asking them where to get it and being all excited, “the future is awesome! pictures that come out right after you take it!!!” and Sam giving him this look like “...phones can take video and pictures and this is what you’re excited about?” coz no matter how old Bucky is, he seems to be handling 21st century technology pretty easily -- Mr. “Maybe You Should Google That” and “I Tried Out Dating Apps (But Dating App Culture Confuses The Fuck Outta Me)”

And then Sam gets a flashback to a conversation they had about e-books vs real, tangible books and Bucky just being all, “There’s something different about being able to hold a picture in your hand” and Sam gets it. There really is, if all the pics from that are on the boat are an indication to probably the million of photo albums in his childhood home.

This leading to a spiral over “hey I didn’t know are handheld printers for digital cameras now” (which is some cool awesome technology if you ever wanna check it out lol) and how great old school cameras are but wow sensors in new, digital mirrorless cameras seem to be the “thing” right now, and Bucky just eyeing all these damn photography blogs like a fish to water. People doing really cool stuff with those mirrorless cameras, just buy a 15-20 USD lens adaptor and suddenly, bam, old school lenses are usable for these new cameras for virtually way cheaper than buying new! And the image quality is really something and in a way that’s like a metaphor for Bucky, partly old and partly new/modern, but still himself and now Sam’s debating scouring thrift stores and antique stores for books/old usable camera lenses vs just buying Bucky a new Instax camera coz damn.

(Though, even if he just gets a digital camera and gets those pictures printed at the local pharmacy or whatever, lmao he’d have the stack of like 100s of pics because “it’s so easy and cheap(ish) to get that done now!” 

And maybe end up like finding out scrapbooking is a thing. Local moms, parents, and maybe some old people take to his mild curiosity like water and next thing you know Bucky has amassed a collection hocked off onto him of papers, writing utensils, stickers, double sided tape (the regular kinda and the one that looks like rollable white out), and some scrapbook sized albums, and it’s like a microcosm of a craft store in a box of ones the local group wasn’t using anymore that could go to good use. Might as well show off those pictures somehow, right? “Make sure you use archival safe stuff!” He’s warned.

...I really could go on but I think you get my drift LMAO

ok so in tfatws they mention that bucky had steve's notebook that he used to ~adjust to the future~ and steve is an artist so that book definitely had a few sketches in it. when bucky got the book he saw that and thought maybe he should try it too so he decided to draw things that made him feel happy and helped to connect him to the future. first thing he tried to draw was sam, and there's at least 4 attempts but none of them look quite right and thats because bucky is not an artist but it's a legitimate reason to stare at sam so he keeps trying

[matthew-eleventhirty]

so i havent written in a while, maybe thats because what i found out was my worst nightmare. two years, almost two years. i was happy, you were happy i think. but when things started to go crazy you werent happy anymore. i wanna vomit thinking about what our lives used to be, what they used to feel like they were heading towards. but a month out of that, youre with a new girl. im so conflicted- to feel sad or to tell you to fuck off. this is one of the hardest things i had to do and everyone is treating me like im some fragile doll. i hate it, but i also just want someone to wake me up and tell me this was all a dream. yea you were really shitty during some times and i let a loooot slide, but it was all because i loved you. im sorry my friends wrang you out to dry, i didnt tell them to but i was really really appreciative that they did. the second they saw shit was going everywhere. it only makes sense for you to have been cheating on me. i mean, less than three weeks to find a girl, ask her to date you, go to the tree, then post it? you dont post pics with tinder dates...? so who is she? why didnt you tell me? why couldnt you just have been honest. that you wanted something different, that another girl caught your eye. its better to rip the bandaid off with me. but no i sat around freaking out trying my absolute hardest to give you what you wanted. i was nothing but amazing to you, patient with you, caring for you, trying to help you, trying to help you to help us. maybe youll never realize that and think im too pushy. but the words you used, the way you kissed me after. i it doesnt make sense. it doesnt add up. how could you do that to someone you loved, let alone a person. but you know what, everyones right you are a loser and a coward. but lets touch on another point. the means for breaking us up were: 1. no one knows me at school, i want to be more known 2. i just have so much to figure out, i need to be alone to do this 3. if you really love something let it go, if it loves you back itll come back. now mr. i think im going to law school please lets go over this. you 1. have a new girl who lives two towns over and from the looks of it doesnt go to st johns so thats gonna be even more difficult to get your name out there huh 2. YOU HAVE A NEW GIRL SO I GUESS THERE WASNT THAT MUCH TO FIGURE OUT and lastly my favorite 3. that is the cruelest thing you can do to someone- to give them hope when you know there is no reason to. your moms was right, youre not worth crying over. but hey guess all of them are going to be compared to me haha i love it. you played me bill there i said it you fucking played me but dont think for one moment that girl will stop you from freaking out or getting too aggressive dont think that she will have the patience for you when you cant come over or that plans are canceled or that your schedule is so busy dont think that she will care for you the same way i did by trying to help you unload some of that baggage. dont think youll ever have the same relationship with anyone after me. im special, im the whole fucking package and i come with a fucking bow. you missed out, but maybe giving you a chance to miss out was the worst thing i couldve done. you made me feel bad when you had to work extra shift to pay for some wimpy ass birthday gift. they were never wrapped and never as special as i wanted to feel. the only good gift was the ring. but i guess even thats a joke now. you really did a 180. i dont know who this guy is, hes not the person i dated. you were sweeter when you were broke. you were nicer without that fucking car. you were a better boyfriend when you didnt try looking like any other washed up teen spending their parents money to buy the next nicest thing so they post a pic to twitter just to get like 10 likes. you were a much better person and i dont think it was the depression, i think its because youre not able to be your own person. you need to follow trends (and yes by being the first in line to get some weird blue floral print shorts is you following a trend) you needed to have the nicest car but that car isnt even paid for by you. that insurance on those things are so high. your poor parents. i cant believe you really need the nastiest human being on the world just to look like a dumb ass faker. you ugly fuck. i hope she realizes what a fucking prick you are. i cant believe you changed. you were a sweet boy but i was right on the 4th and i was still right in newport and i was right when i told you after we broke up. everything needs to be your way or no way. you needed to play a stupid game with too many rules to show my family you drink we dont care i wanted to spend time with my friend. you really couldnt have let me walk through the stores because you wanted to buy an ugly ass sweatshirt. youre mom called you out on it. you couldnt talk to me when i desperately needed to when i felt like nothing but a shell and would cry myself to sleep and throw up because i cant keep anything down not even coffee. but dont worry because i came out stronger and i will continue to be better because one thing i hope you picked up about me is that i need to be the best, the very top, the prime example for fun and brains. i need to be that. so i will be that, and you will be so far behind it would take you decades to get to where i wouldve been in two years. i hope you realize you are a fucking idiot. and i hope one day i can learn a thing or two from you imbeciles. because im gonna have the best time ever and enjoy being single and enjoy my achievements while you bury yourself in debt. hope you marry rich because at the pace youre going, you wont have a great paying job until your 50s. and the debt youll have no thankyou. i understand college is a rollercoaster and its frustrating to try to find your path but dude, a lawyer... during the third year of your four year scholarship? idiot, might as well just buy a bunch of shit on your credit card and hope it goes away. my next thing to look for is stability, if the people who i am talking to mention a job and aspirations and a plan as to how to work things out and talks about how he knows what he enjoys and has a good relationship with his parents and knows what he needs to do and when to do it. i need a man. i need someone who can and will pick me up just to swing me around his shoulder. i need a man. i need someone who will make me stronger and wiser. i need someone who will want to see me grow and not expect for me to help them get through non- challenging things like organization. you having depression is different. thats when you could expect me to help you. but dear lord, give me the strength to get through this and lord please give me the knowledge to recognize these things fast and to confront them and to know to stand down. lord give me the patience to succeed and to help me heal properly, lord give me the guidance to come out better than ever. life is tricky and its only just begun. i might hold on to this.