#laufey bewitched

[rosie-toast]

[livelovelaughgeto]

“It hurts to be something. It's worse to be nothing with you.”________________________________________________

It’s been 16 long days. Two weeks and two extra painfully long days since you clicked on ‘Kei’s’ contact. He’ll always be Kei to you, never Tsukishima. But somehow you’re back at base one, where you started; he should be Tsukishima to you now. No endearments that come with eye rolls or the constant changes of silly names you left for his contact name. No, it’s just Tsukishima now. It feels bitter on your tongue, like everything you two had was now reduced to a burnt wick in a candle, dry and overused. But you broke your promise.

It’s not your fault, you tell yourself; if it wasn’t for the stupid walk you took out of desperation, a need to breathe in something other than the intoxication of Kei’s lingering scent in your apartment. He was everywhere, in every nook, cranny, and corner of space in your home. Now your home, no more ‘ours.’

He loves, yes. And you are at the center, while everything else that he’s ever loved gravitates but could never touch you or hold a light to the space you fill in his carefully built life. But don’t humor yourself. You aren’t spared from his nature. But if you pay close attention, his eyes glint when he speaks to you; no malice can ever be traced, not when he talks to you. He never intends to be hurtful; he’ll poke and prod but never dig his fingers into someone he holds so delicately and dearly. Kei is not soft. But he’s not a monster.

So what are you doing? Entranced and frozen in place as you stare dumbly at the boy across the street from you. A dimly lit post light shining above his pretty blonde hair as he lets a snicker with a group of friends.

It’s not Kei. You’re not that stupidly deprived that you're having delusions like a man starved of water in drastic weather. But he looks like Kei; he’s a painful reminder, and it breaks something, something inside of you. A crack tearing apart your hefty wall of restraint and discipline.

This is wrong; you should be pulling your greedy hands away from the call button, but here you are saying goodbye to your pride and tough facade. It’s ringing, and it’s goddamn loud. But not louder than your dumb heart pounding against your ribs. But why are you surprised? That’s what Kei’s always done to you.

There’s a pause; it’s deafening and gut-wrenching. You want to turn back, hang up, and delete his contact in your phone forever; maybe even run away and change your name and appearance.

But you flinch.

He’s calling your name. But no one will get it. Kei’s calling your name. That's special, something worth breaking your promise.

“What?” You retort back, but you’re quick to wince, to take it back. You’re the one who called.

Fuck.

He rolls his eyes; you don’t need to see it; you just know. He sighs, dragging a hand down his face.

“I thought the devil needed space?” He muttered through the phone, It’s an insult, but it isn’t delivered like it’s supposed to be.

Your quiet, eyes darting away like he’s right in front of you.

“Can we—

Silence, you're waiting for what?

“Kei, don’t be petty.” You spoke, bringing your knees to your chest with a shaky exhale.

“Don’t know what you’re on about. I can’t finish the sentence for you.” He shoots back, with a raised brow, waiting ever so patiently.

“Do you even want to see me?” You whispered, anxious hands clawing at your sides as you shifted uncomfortably on your worn-out sofa.

“You ask that as if you’re not important to me. Yes. Now finish your sentence.” He scoffs, shaking his head in disapproval as he slumps in bed.

“Tsukishima, can we meet up and talk… please?” You mutter out, breaths are held, nothing but the sound of rain softly pattering outside and the occasional hum of traffic.

“I’m at your house in ten.” He answers quickly and swiftly, like he already had the answer at the tip of his tongue, ready to roll off and spring to life. A quiet silence is all that’s left, connecting the two of you as you both remain on the line. “And hey, it’s always Kei to you.” 

[weekdaygladers]

No boy's gonna kill the dreamer in me Dreamer (Live At Hollywood Bowl) - Laufey with the Los Angeles Philharmonic (2024)

@tolerateit's editing prompt of the month: live performances

[cocoa-mochaa]

Happy Holidays everyone! ❄️☃️

Made some Laufey art from her “Christmas Magic” live performances! + some mini Laufeys from Santa Baby 🎄🌟

[alissa3000]

Laufey being at a Hozier concert made my night

[pompcoco]

Laufey - Goddess

[mustbelovesick]

Pale moonlight, misty eyes...

[laufeysmagnoliaa]

laufey moodboard🍂☕️

not by me credits to blushtulips on pinterest (go support them🫶)

[k31sley]

gotta hop guys,

my ride is here😣

[spoouuppieee]

“Dear Soulmate” — Laufey

AHHHH LET ME COOK‼️‼️

[allamericanb-tch]

remus “it hurts to be something it’s worse to be nothing” lupin

[pickingberrys]

⋆˖⁺‧₊ I feel more and more like I was made for u⋆˖⁺‧₊.

I was good at feeling nothing now I’m hopeless

account map!!

⋆ ❀ ⋆ skyee, she/her minor, wifed🩵

⋆ ❀ ⋆ hobbies: drawing skating horse back riding

⋆ ❀ ⋆ fav artists: billie eilish clairo taylor swift chappell roan olivia rodrigo lucy dacus pheobe bridgers renee rapp towa bird laufey sabrina carpenter beabadoobee alessi rose role model

⋆ ❀ ⋆ fav shows/movies: american horror story coraline the mighty ducks the worlds a little blurry documentary strawberry shortcake the last of us

⋆ ❀ ⋆ og carpenter and billie fan

⋆currently playing: pier 4

⋆currently watching: the worlds a little blurry documentary

[marionmabelle]

[package-of-glitter]

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[cwdior]

Super excited for goddess like words can not describe how much I relate to laufey !!! 🎀

[clownishcat]

i’ve had this account for years but finally decided to start using it for my art

i love portraits and bright colors. if you see this please share and follow (ill follow back)

here are a few of my favorite paintings i’ve done in the last year 🩷🩷