#if not please let me know

[lenteur]

hi everyone :p

archive moodboard requests are open :D

here are a few rules you must follow if you want your request to be completed:

send this 🍊 (tangerine) emoji via ask

a "hi" and "please" would be appreciated

if you have several blogs, please let me know which one you want a moodboard for

anyone can send me a request (you don't have to follow me to request one)

HOWEVER

i can refuse to make a request if your blog makes me uncomfortable, i don't find enough content to make the moodboard, etc.

[sleep-token-confessions]

I miss how touchy III and IV were before the new masks… I hope they go back to how they used to be for the upcoming tour

(not in a weird I wanna watch them makeout and be sexual way)

[musical-dash-trash]

colors of the moots game:

Yellow, ruby <3333

!!!!!!! THANK YOU <33333

[cryptid-stimming]

🎀 Anarchy (Mahou Shoujo Magical Destroyers) Stimboard 🌺 for @anendoandfriendo

x x x / x x / x x x

[Image description: a 9 gif stimboard; from left to right.

First line: a gif of a stencil being lifted to reveal a star print, a gif of someone dancing with a pink tutu, and a close-up gif of someone turning a little to show off the spiked choker on their neck.

Second line: a gif of someone painting eyes on a little polymer clay skull charm, a still image of the character Anarchy from Mahou Shoujo Magical Destroyers, and a gif panning over a white 2-tier cake with a large red fondant bow wrapped around it.

Third line: a gif of someone twisting their leg a little whle wearing thigh-high boots, a close-up gif of someone rotating a glitter tumbler and the light glinting on it, and a gif of someone using a paintbrush to varnish a little polymer clay skull charm.

End of image description.]

[mitamicah]

Hi, am back from watching heartstopper (binge watched the show with my sibling in a day) it was freaking amazing and adorable. Really big feels and all. And now we (my sibling and I) have to wait for more, am deprived already but at least it’s only less than two months. Thanks for finally giving me a reason to watch it after waiting forever and forgetting that I wanted to watch it.

*me look at you two enjoying the series and being happy on your behalf getting to experience the show for the first time :'D*

If you want something to do in the mean time there's some really talented fanartist in the fandom as well - people like @bernard-the-rabbit @robin-vb @hothammies @noemiettedraw and @xieliancore for instance have drawn multiple fanart pieces that are worth checking out or otherwise checking out the heartstopper and osemanverse tags are always a blessing ^V^

[ssolessurvivor]

@f1rstresponder

To say Logan was more than pleased to have TK back in his life was an understatement. What with all his treatments and balancing act with all his new meds and conditions, well, it was more than nice to have a familiar face with him to do that. Even if that face caused some heartache, especially for how Logan had ended things before going up into space. He'd only done it for T's good though: Logan would not have wanted to keep him from someone better suited for the kind man than him.

Especially considering what he was now.

So when T had asked to go out for a drink one night before Logan flew home, he hadn't hesitated. But afterwards, walking through darkened city streets lit up by neon and streetlights, Logan didn't want to leave things on a worse note. He wanted to explain himself somewhat, even when his words proved to not be the best option right now. He had to at least try. He couldn't let that loneliness in his soul chase him away.

"Listen, T, I...I can't explain to you what it meant to me when I woke up in the hospital and found you sitting there." Logan leaned against a railing overlooking the water, trying and failing most likely to not sound foolish and nervous beyond all hell. "I would've expected you to ignore that call cause...why not, with how I acted those years ago. I'm so sorry about that, I see now how it felt, but I also want you to know you've helped me a lot coming back down. It's been great, really, seeing you again even when I'm like this." An anxious laugh and a run of a hand through his hair, a new nervous tick.

And on impulse, before he could think of talking himself out of this, Logan shifted and placed a quick peck on TK's lips, if only for a parting gesture of their rather storied history, a final goodbye of sorts. Entirely inappropriate, yes, but...he needed that to move on. Once he pulled back, hands in his pockets so he wouldn't fidget more, Logan's eyes met those of the other's. "If I know anything about you like I used to, T...you are just as deserving of the care and devotion you share with everyone you meet. Don't forget that, ok?"

[bobendsneyder64]

Aleix Espargaro on instagram (28-12-22)

English translation: We are very happy to announce that the family is growing, we are expecting twins again! They will be two children, can you help us with the names?

[everythingisdair]

Dair friends

Hi, there! Hope you are all having an amazing 2023 (can you believe it’s 2023???????).

📢 I’m posting because @wyonnawhinchesterfan messaged me yesterday asking for Dair friends. I talked to them about it and so here it is: go check their blog and friend them. 

Also: you can interact with this post (comment/reply/reblog/etc.), and all connect however you wish, and create a 2023 Dair community.

I’m pretty sure in the app version there might be some Dair groups to chat as well, or you can create a new one.

That’s all for now, see you around.

[chaoticallycosmic]

Closed starter for @writermuses

Anika didn't know what she was expecting when Tadgh gave her the address to his place so she could come over and see the progress he was making on her bookshelves, but it certainly wasn't what she was staring at. Yet, it made sense. He had that vibe about him. It reminded her a bit of her own home, a little isolated from the rest of the works. The one place she could shed all her masks and simply be herself. Brown eyes observed and took in as many details she could pinpoint. She liked the serenity and peace she could feel. The scent of horses assaulted her nose and another smile made the corner of her lips twitch upward as she stood next to her truck to take it all in. Anika hadn’t given him a timeline, as she wasn’t in a hurry and knew that her order was time consuming. A soft but sad pang rang through her heart at the thought of seeing those bookshelves as she walked up to the front door, boots crunched on the gravel, and knocked three times then waited.

“I hope I’m not intruding or interpreting anything,” she called out, hands stuffed into the jeans of her black jeans. Her white Simple Minds shirt gently tucked into them. She has told him she was coming but she still didn’t want to be rude.

[hijckcd]

❛   what a shame.   ❜ the way she speaksd , it carries a wave of arrogance in the words. one most would think is comical given the fact she herself was not a victor but yet still found herself amongst them. reasoning not of their concern , but it had become her job of sorts. there was no denying even to snow that words were whispered among the mentors and it was her duty to relay them back to his ear. so she mingled , moving around the room until she is nearest the mentor as moment the slaying of the final tribute from district five is displayed for the nation to see. ❛   another year your tributes have fallen. although , i am impressed at how long this one lasted.   ❜

@vict5r liked for a starter

[wdmaialen]

working nine to five: maia and hwanji

@wdhwanji

She should have never cured that insomnia.

Really, it was Maia's own fault. She knew this would happen, but her heart ached for the poor student. She knew what it was like to struggle during exams and how nerves could keep you up late at night. The student had rambled about their family and their high expectations. So, Maia had sold them the potion. They had come back this morning, overjoyed about a good night's sleep and happy that they had enough potion to last the week. Maia, meanwhile, had bags under her eyes.

She had managed thirty minutes of sleep last night and was not looking forward to the evening. Maybe there would be time for catnap later. Her mind drifted off, thoughts of her comfy couch filling her mind.

Maia's head lolled, when she heard the bell ding above the door. She jumped off her seat, accidentally knocking it over. "I'm up!" she said. The clang made her flinch. Yes. Very professional.

Her face flushed even more when she realized it was Hwanji at the door. Well, that was certainly a good luck. Who didn't respect a boss who they found asleep at the front desk? She quickly straightened herself out. "I was just... meditating. It helps me come up with potion recipes." That sounded believable, right? "It's been a bit dead this morning."

[eurekq]

Anyways here is the official gofundme set up by sonya masseys surviving family if you have the ability to give her family real tangible support

[turtletoria]

Please help Tala and her family! They still have not reached their goal of $30,000 to evacuate from Gaza; they have currently raised $19,146/$30,000. Every donation counts so please don't become discouraged - every dollar counts no matter how little!!! With your help, we can help Tala and her family to reach safety!!

🌟 This campaign has been vetted - this fundraiser has been promoted by PYM Dallas and is supporting the family of a TX community member!!

Please donate and share widely!!!

This campaign is also a spotlight fundraiser from Artists 4 Gaza where your donation could get you a free art request from one of their many many talented artists!! Click for more info!

[template for the secondary graphic made by the amazing @/starelegy_ (IG)]

[buryme-atmakeoutdawn]

@kitschyclown I am blessing all my mutuals (or as many as possible) with photos of Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn,

Here you!

Have a wonderful day!!!!

[scarletamethyst7654]

Hanan(@hanangaza1), her husband, and their three children(Lana, 10 years old, Abdul Karim, 7 years old, Adam, 2 years old) need help.

This family has been through a lot. Their house was bombed while they were inside, they lost their source of income, the children are terrified, the tent they live in doesn't protect them from the weather. Hanan just wants to be with her family again, and they need money for survival. If you can, please donate to their GoFundMe, even if it's not much. If you can't, then please share it. This fundraiser has been vetted by @gazavetters and @90-ghost Thank you for reading!

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?