#so many years of rihanna sweatshirt

[jula483]

2019, 2020, 2022, 2024

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Athleisure: The Fashion Trend That's Here to Stay

Athleisure: The Fashion Trend That's Here to Stay

Athleisure is a term used to describe clothing that combines athletic wear with casual or street wear. It is a trend that has been growing in popularity in recent years, and it shows no signs of slowing down.

There are a number of reasons why athleisure has become so popular. First, it is incredibly comfortable. Athletic wear is designed to be functional and allow for movement, so it is naturally very comfortable to wear. Second, athleisure is stylish. Many athleisure brands are now designing their clothes with a fashion-forward aesthetic, so you can look good while you're being comfortable. Third, athleisure is versatile. You can wear it to the gym, to run errands, or even to work. This makes it a very practical choice for people who are always on the go.

There are a few different types of athleisure clothing. Some of the most popular items include leggings, yoga pants, hoodies, sweatshirts, sneakers, and t-shirts. These items are all designed to be comfortable and stylish, and they can be mixed and matched to create a variety of looks.

The athleisure trend has been embraced by celebrities and fashion icons alike. Stars like Rihanna, Kim Kardashian, and Gigi Hadid have all been spotted wearing athleisure clothing. This has helped to legitimize the trend and make it more mainstream.

As the athleisure trend continues to grow, we can expect to see even more stylish and innovative designs. This is a trend that is here to stay, so it is worth investing in a few key pieces.

Here are some of the benefits of athleisure:

Comfort: Athleisure clothing is designed to be comfortable, so you can move freely and easily.

Style: Many athleisure brands are now designing their clothes with a fashion-forward aesthetic, so you can look good while you're being comfortable.

Versatility: Athleisure clothing can be worn to the gym, to run errands, or even to work. This makes it a very practical choice for people who are always on the go.

Here are some of the drawbacks of athleisure:

It can be expensive. Some athleisure brands can be quite pricey, so it's important to shop around and find a brand that fits your budget.

It can be too casual. If you're looking for something to wear to a more formal event, athleisure may not be the best choice.

It can be revealing. Some athleisure clothing, such as leggings and yoga pants, can be quite revealing. If you're not comfortable showing a lot of skin, you may want to avoid these types of garments.

Overall, athleisure is a trend that has a lot to offer. It is comfortable, stylish, and versatile. If you're looking for a new style of clothing that is both functional and fashionable, athleisure is a great option.

So, what are you waiting for? Start shopping for athleisure clothing today!

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[paintingtownsblue]

thanks for tagging me @goldenevermore :)))

interview tag!

rules: answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

-nickname: most people don’t call me by a nickname but i looove them, i mostly get em which is super cute but there was one girl that called me emmy, that was also super cute i really don’t care tho lol

-pronouns: she/her

-star sign: pisces, and if u know me well, it is very evident in my personality

-height: like ALMOST 5 foot 7 in, very close

-time currently: 6:53 pm

-when is your birthday: feb 25, which is kind of boring but the full thing like 2-25-2005 looks cool so it’s fine

-favorite bands/groups: i’m honestly not a massive fan of bands butttttt one direction, haim, pentatonix, and old maroon 5 songs all slap so

-favorite solo artists: um taylor swift if it isn’t obvious but other than that i looooove halsey (they go by she/they pronouns now 🥰 also i cannot wait to see her baby), i love fletcher sm, ariana grande has a killer voice and i’ve seen her live she was sooo good, and i bop hard to like early 2010s pop stuff like lady gaga, katy perry, rihanna, kesha, yk anything of that particular vibe my taste is definitely a bit basic but that’s okay. :)

-song stuck in your head: right now it’s jesus take the wheel because i started singing it out of the blue during class today and it just wouldn’t go away... idk.

-last movie watched: ummm i haven’t watched anything in a while it might’ve been ww84, it’s not very good and it’s very long dont waste your time

-last show you binged: the good place, i’ve seen it twice i think? they know how to make actual good taylor swift jokes lol.

-when you created your blog: maybe october of last year? i don’t know, i know i didn’t post until november tho

-last thing you googled: uhhh i was looking up the dates of the zodiac signs cause i don’t remember them all and i was making sure that my cousin is an aries. yeah.

-other blogs: this is it. this is me. sorry.

-why you chose your url: ummm idk honestly just cause it has a nice ring to it and i love ma&thbp

-do you get asks: yes. it is all thanks to @likediamondsinthesky-13 and @catnipevermore i love you guys

-how many people are you following: 979. 😬 i was following 840 a couple days ago idk what happened but umm.. yeah

-how many followers do you have: 284 but i feel like i had 200 like a week ago it’s going up kinda fast uhhh hey guys :,) i love u all

-average hours of sleep: on school days, probably like... 4 or 5 average but on the weekends like a solid 12

-lucky number: 9 and my best friends lucky number is 13 and ever since we’ve been friends it’s started popping up more so that’s interesting

-instruments: i love the piano and i’m trying to get better every day i just cannot read music for the life of me and i tried learning guitar but idk and i really wanna get my nails done long 💀

-what i’m currently wearing: just plain black leggings with a green sweatshirt i got at a soccer tournament

-dream job: anything where i could create and/or play music would be so so fun but i also love to draw aaaand if not something artsyyyy i would like working with animals in whatever way possible

-dream trip: travel down the north american west coast, from british columbia down to la. ugh that would be the dream, i’ve done something similar before but not to that extent

-favorite food: i love salmon sooo much but also just anything chocolate

-favorite song: call it what you want by taylor swift

-top 3 fictional universes you’d like to live in: umm that’s hard i cant pick 3 but i wanna know what the fuck is happening in narnia

20 is too many so i’m just tagging: @likediamondsinthesky-13 @catnipevermore @folkloredeluxe @nineteeneightyninetour @kasuallykrool @patch-up-your-tapestry and i was gonna tag @/album5track2 but u stole her from me 😡

[babygoestozspace]

Thank u for tagging me @tweedstoat! I’ve kinda been wanting to get back into fandom so maybe an ask meme is good actually.

Name: Hilda

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Scorpio!

Height: 5′8

Birthday: ...Scorpio!

Favorite bands: Bastille, Of Monsters and Men, and Years and Years are the ones I fairly regularly keep up with. Fall Out Boy was embarrassingly high on my 2019 Spotify recap.

Favorite Solo Artists: Janelle Monae, Sam Smith, Hozier, Rihanna, Megan Thee Stallion, Rina Sawayama, Juice WLRD (too many to count!)

Song stuck in my head: Rain on Me by Lady Gaga lol

Last Movie: Girls’ Trip I’m pretty sure

Last show: Teen Wolf! My mom and I binged the whole thing when I was home for winter break, I stopped watching back in s3 in 2014 and it was so delightful to get into it again, Scott McCall remains the GOAT. Luv bingeing teen tv with her (we watched Riverdale, the 100, and the Flash during summer quarantine).

When did I create this blog:  probably fall 2012?

What do I post: Whatever the heck I want 💕Currently ASOIAF, a lot of art and photography/modeling and poems/words/quotes, some MDZS, will probably start posting Riverdale again in the event I watch the new season or if I just see something funny

Other blogs: I have a Riverdale sideblog bc I wanted to keep that all in one place, but I quickly learned I just don’t have the patience for one. I put some edits for my ASOIAF college au on there and will likely continue to to that.

Do I get asks: Just PMs from my mutuals, I’m not really active in any fandoms!

Why I chose this url: Animorphs permanently altered my brain chemistry. I used to read recaps of the books bc I couldn’t get my hands on all of them and one of the recappers had a blog w/ the tagline Baby Goes to Z Space (z space being the negative space where extra matter goes when morphing i am not a scientist and have not read these books since i was 15) and it stuck with me! I had an SnK blog at the time but when that time was over I changed to this and kept it ever since! I’m sentimental 💕

Following: 251

Followers: 408

Average hours of sleep: 5-7

Lucky number: 9!

Instruments: I was a band geek in middle school, played the clarinet

What I’m currently wearing: leggings and a sweatshirt

Dream job: Increasing access to healthcare and education, esp with immigrant and refugee populations

Dream trip: I just want to go back to the motherland lmao, my aunt’s family just got back and I’m big emo over it lmao, like damn take me with you. I was supposed to study abroad in South Africa over the summer but... it’s a pandemic! I’d like to visit France too.

Favorite food: Chapati and dengu is elite. Mom’s spaghetti, unironically.

Nationality: Kenyan

Favorite song: Flowers by Bastille

Last book I read: “The Love and Lies of Rukhsana Ali” by Sabina Khan

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: None ❤️I’ve never been much into sci-fi, fantasy, or like, superheros. I just want to live a very idyllic life like those people on TV.

I’ll tag @displayheartcode, @rhaella, @daisybrien, @petsohp, and @gonewiddershins! Y’all r the real ones.

[ionlycareaboutyou]

prompt: kind of a niche ship but could you write some richie n seth fluff pls? i love your fics!!✨

omg i love this ship. i’ve written them vaguely (richie/seth/stefon threesome fic) but never on their own? so this was a v fun challenge for me. i hope u like it, u’ve inspired me to write more for them!

cw for this being set in IT ch 2 canon, so eddie is like. dead and gone for good, unfortunately, and it is discussed. i picture this fic being set around 2017. i promise this fic isn’t just richie angst, there’s fluff! just gotta get through some sad parts first.

When he moved back to New York City, Richie felt like his 29-year-old self again. He still does sometimes. The NYC comedy scene and the LA one are distinctly different, despite all the NYC expats who move to LA to star in films or do voice acting or settle down and have a few kids. It didn’t feel right to go back, though. LA was all shine and sun, several layers of sky blue paint over decades worth of grime. At least NYC was honest in its grime for the most part. At least New Yorkers were able to joke about their greasy ass pizza and subway rats instead of all trying to be Instagram influencers. 

The real truth was that Richie had friends in NYC. In LA, he had none. And what he needed was friends. 

The funny thing about reconnecting with an old friend is that sometimes, even though it seems like a lot has changed, they’re still the same person, deep down. 

Seth is still a workaholic--the same workaholic who Richie met back when he hosted SNL for the first time. He still stays up til 4 AM sometimes, drinking dark, bitter coffee for the caffeine rather than the taste, darting in and out of cubicles, asking if anything new has cropped up in the past few hours that’s monologue worthy. He still wears those ratty sweatshirts during the day and changes into suits for the evening. He does shave more consistently, Richie will give him that. He still laughs high pitched and loud when a joke really gets him, and he still laughs at his own jokes, even, stumbling through them sometimes with tears welling up in his eyes. He still loves to drink tequila and whiskey and anything really that brings heat to his cheeks and more of that laughter bubbling out of his chest, though he tells Richie he doesn’t drink as much as he used to--he’s far too old for it now, and the hangovers are intense.

(“I do wanna do a day drinking segment with Rihanna, though,” he confides in him once over lunch. They’re eating greasy pizza, and Richie feels like he’s in heaven, because the shit in LA doesn’t even begin to measure up.

“Rihanna? Do you have, like, connections to her or something?”

“No! I wish,” Seth frowns at his slice of pepperoni. “Do you?”

Richie hoots out a laugh. “Dude, you are severely overestimating me if you think I know Rihanna. Good luck on your quest, though.”

“Hey, maybe Rihanna’s got a thing for raunchy comedians who wear the same shirt three days in a row and own like, two pairs of sneakers and refuse to buy new ones. I don’t know her personally, either.”

Richie flicks a piece of mushroom right at Seth’s face. He laughs in that way he does, and Richie’s chest flutters.)

And maybe it’s the fact that Seth is still Seth--still blue-eyed, New Hampshire, toothy grin Seth--that makes Richie fall for him. And he’s not even surprised by it. He thinks he’s always sort of had a piece of his heart reserved for Seth, even when he moved to LA. He was the first one to send him a congratulatory text when the news broke that he got Late Night, and he was always happy to wander around his too-empty LA apartment and shoot the shit with him for hours long phone calls about everything and anything and nothing at all. Seth was the first to welcome Richie with open arms back to NYC. They were the sort of friends that never truly fell apart, even when they went a while without speaking to each other.

It all comes tumbling out eventually, why Richie is back in NYC. Seth never really poses the question, but when Richie calls him one Tuesday night at 3 AM, eyes unfocused and hot with tears and chest heaving with hyperventilating sobs, the answer becomes clear to him. 

He’s still awake, of course, sitting in his office and staring at the writers’ Slack chat when the phone rings. “Are you awake, man? I’m sorry if I woke you,” Richie says into the phone, warbly.

Seth manages to talk him down from it when Richie admits he had a pretty vivid nightmare. He doesn’t judge him for a second or wonder why a 40-year-old man is so shook up by one. He simply talks slow and soft into the phone, telling him it’s okay and grounding him as best as he can. “You can tell me anything, Rich, you know that, right?” His voice is so goddamn sweet Richie wants to sob all over again.

So he tells him everything--well, rather, a condensed version of everything. He tells him he had friends as a kid back in Maine, really close friends, and they met up again after drifting apart, and he tells him that he saw his best friend in the world die right in front of his eyes. He’s careful with his words, but something tells him that even if he did explain all the clown shit, Seth would listen and comfort him all the same, even if he was confused by it. “I feel so bad for dumping this shit on you, dude,” Richie says, fighting back the tears that he’s finally managed to quell. “It’s just--”

“Shh, hey, it’s okay,” Seth assures him, “I can’t fucking imagine. I’m so sorry. I know that sounds really lame, to say I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t really fix anything.”

“It’s okay. I haven’t--no one really knows. I mean, my friends know, they were there, too, but...God, it’s so fucking complicated.” He lays his head back down on his pillow and exhales a shaky sigh, feeling mostly back down to earth. “I guess I just. I picked up my phone and dialed you because I needed to know everything was...you were okay and I wasn’t still in that fucking dream.”

“I get it. You don’t have to worry about that. You know I keep crazy hours anyway.” They manage to get a chuckle out of that. “I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive, but I’m glad you were with him in his final moments, I’m sure he was very glad to have you there.”

Richie swallows the baseball-sized lump in his throat. “God, I sure fucking hope so. He was…” he stops himself. He hadn’t told the other Losers what he wanted to say about Eddie and how he felt about him, but he was certain they knew. Seth is completely detached from this whole situation, but maybe putting out what he’s been harboring in his chest for so long will take some weight off it. “He was the first person I really fell in love with.”

“Oh, Rich.” Seth’s voice is soft and sad. 

“I know that’s a lot to tell you, and like, I haven’t even really told you, or anyone that I’m gay, but I guess here it is, this is so damn...ungraceful,” he rambles with a shaky little laugh, “But I guess I’m not really graceful anyway.”

“It’s okay. You know it doesn’t bother me at all, right? God, I sound like--every straight dude in the world right now. I’m totally cool with gays!”

“Well, maybe a little,” Richie says, unable to not give him a little shit, and he’s happy to hear Seth laugh on the other end. “But thanks. I’m glad you were the first person I told.”

“Well, when I tell you about the dudes I hooked up with in college, I know you’ll be chill about it, too.” Seth says, then adds, “Oh, guess I just did.”

“You what? Seth middle-name Meyers.”

“It’s Adam.” 

“Not the point. You what?”

“Dude, haven’t I told you like a million times about my crush on James Spader? Do you know how many times I’ve watched Pretty in Pink? Too many times. That’s not even the best Hughes film.”

“I thought that was like--a joke! You always said you wanted to grow your hair out like that!” He’s smiling against the phone, really truly grinning at this whole mutual coming out situation, and he’s so happy to be smiling again.

“Well, yeah, I do, but also, like, he was hot, okay? Him being bald now is the greatest tragedy of my life.” Seth says, laughing even more. 

“You know, I haven’t gone bald yet. I’ve got plenty of hair. It’s unwashed right now, but feel free to run your hands through it. We can roleplay. I’ll be...fuck, what was his name? The Pretty in Pink guy?” Richie hasn’t seen that movie since it came out. 

Seth answers very quickly. “Steff.”

“That’s it! I’ll be Steff, and you can be...Andie! That’s her name.” 

“Steff wasn’t the love interest, though, remember? He was the love interest’s asshole friend.”

Richie hums. “I’m kind of an asshole. Not as pretty of an asshole as Spader, though.”

“I think you’re perfectly pretty.”

“Thanks,” he smiles again. His stomach knots itself up, then un-knots. Seth Meyers, the man who’s all blue eyes, New Hampshire, and salt-and-pepper hair is calling him pretty. What a world.

After he hangs up and manages to catch a few hours of sleep, he’s not surprised when he gets a call from Seth a few days later asking if he wants to grab a drink, and there’s a different tone to his voice. He can’t quite place it, but it almost sounds nervous, like he doesn’t want to screw this up. He doesn’t screw anything up, though, and when they make their way back to Seth’s apartment, pleasantly buzzed, and end up on his couch, lips on lips, Richie isn’t really surprised, either. He smiles into each one.

--

They seem to divide their time in between either apartment, not quite ready to have the “hey, let’s move in together” conversation. It’s only been a few months, and they’re taking their time. Richie’s never let himself take his time before.

Most nights, they’re tangled up in whatever bed they’ve fallen into--tonight, it’s Seth’s, and Richie has managed to get him home at a reasonable time, around midnight, even though the show filmed several hours before. (“The news and the president don’t stop,” Seth has explained to him before, “But God, I wish they would.”) He’s running his fingers through Seth’s hair, which is surprisingly soft once all the product is washed out. Richie never gets tired of touching it. “You’re halfway to Spader, I think.”

“Yeah? I’ll see if makeup and wardrobe approve of me growing it out any longer, or if they’ll force me to cut it.” Seth sounds sleepy, but even in the dark Richie can tell he’s smiling.

“I’d like it,” he says, and presses a kiss to the line of Seth’s jaw. “Isn’t that enough?”

“For me? More than enough.” Seth brings him in for a proper kiss, long and deep and warm, hands wandering and stroking skin, unhurried and sweet. 

When they pull apart, it comes tumbling out, as things seem to do. “I love you.” It’s the first time Richie has said it. He’s known it, without a shadow of a doubt, for a while now. And he thinks Seth knew it, too, even if it went unsaid. He understood that Richie was working up to this sort of thing, to opening himself up and allowing himself to cry and feel and say things like that. Like I love you. And now it’s come out, like it was always bound to, and Richie feels Seth smile against his temple.

“I love you, too.”

“More than James Spader?”

Seth laughs. “Much more.” He pulls him in for another kiss, and they say “I love you” many more times that night, and almost every night afterward.

[jennfercheck]

hi lil tadpoles, i was tagged by the infinitely wonderful @jwilliambyers (ty ily) to do this quick tag game so i am here to do just that! 

nickname: morgy, shrimp, stinky

real name: stupid idiot bitch

zodiac sign: leo

height: 5″6

what time is it: 7:25 pm

favorite musicians: ABBA, COIN, ariana grande, queen, lana del rey, fleetwood mac, clairo, kacey musgraves, ryan beatty, tame impala, troye sivan 

favorite sport team: do i look like i have a favorite sports team.

other blogs: only to hog urls >:)

do i get asks: every now and then yes...i try to answer 

how many blogs do i follow: 328

any tumblr crushes: if by crushes you mean those i cherish deeply... then yes! @jwilliambyers @maevewiley @jesusrichie @photoboothreddie @richietoizer @stebbins @kaspbrak @89tozier @toziesque to name a few...

lucky number: 4 and 16

what i’m wearing right now: a mickey mouse sweatshirt i thrifted that doubles as a dress and compression shorts 

drink of choice: cranberry juice CRANBERRY JUICE CRANBERRY JUICE!

dream car: my car is my dream car. this is for u cammy (aka a 2012 toyota camry)

dream vacation: im on a greek island. i work at the hotel my mother owns. i am engaged to be married to a dreamy man named sky. i don’t know who my father is, but thanks to my mothers diary, im about to find out! and for some reason, i can’t seem to stop singing ABBA. but it works out, because i am going to follow my mother’s footsteps and form an all-girl ABBA tribute group. life is a dream. 

favorite food: if all i was allowed to eat for the rest of my life was a perfectly wrapped breakfast burrito, i would never be sad again. depression would not know my name

languages: english and very minimal spanish as in i’m still learning conversational 

instruments: i played the flute for two years and i really want to relearn it. also would love to teach myself keyboard/piano and attempt to learn acoustic guitar again and under the right circumstances i might be inspired to try... (see: all-girl ABBA group)

celebrity crushes: zendaya!!!...rihanna...lana condor :).... keanu reeves <3. miss winona ryder. sir logan lerman *<3 but bold* dev patel. ALEXA DEMIE *yelled loudly* oscar isaac. john boyega.. margot robbie! JOE KEERY. LAURA HARRIER<3 HUNTER SCHAFER... THE ENTIRE CAST OF EUPHORIA?!...

random fact: one time when i was like five, we had just moved into our new house and my mom made me so mad that i went outside and painted the side of our house pink because they left the paint from my room and the brush outside and i wanted REVENGE. 

this was a trip. as always i had fun because im a narcissist and i enjoy nothing more than i talk to myself. also im tagging everyone i mentioned as my tumblr crushes and anyone else who wants to<3

[archiegoodwin]

Pass it on Game

tagged by @solusrequiem  🥰

Name: Teresa Zodiac: Gemini Favorite musicians or bands: Bastille, Adele, Rihanna, Taylor Swift Favorite sports team: slovak national hockey team Other blogs: fuckyeahjamiemoriarty Do I get asks: so rarely How many blogs do I follow: 1400, always happy to follow new people What I’m wearing: fluffy and soft grey sweatpants and sweatshirt Dream vacation: literally just a romantic holiday somewhere somewhat secluded on a beach Dream car: Mini Cooper or Ford 500 Favorite food: pirohy, pizza with pineapple, tuna salad Drink of choice: water or orange juice Languages: slovak, english, german, regularly a russian beginner Celebrity crush: tbh i don't have any consistenly rn there is a guy irl i really like spending time with and i'll never a celeb so why bother getting a crush Random fact: Couple years ago when I was in my dorm room over the weekend, I took an apple to eat as a snack and I had one bite and I put the apple down on my night table. And then I turned away for about a minute or two, and when I turned back the apple was gone. Not fallen off the table on the floor or anything, it was literally gone. That is my ghost story.

passing it on to: @elisicle @northmns @thetrenches @vonnegts @offlianneen

[stcrlghts]

tagged by @doomdavs !! thank u baby, i love u ♥ 

nickname(s): cookie, sunshine, lele (only my mom calls me the last one, i will kill anyone else who uses it) 

gender: female

height: 5′8-ish 

time: 6:15pm 

where i’m from: born in upstate new york, raised in florida, live in south carolina now. 

hogwarts house: slytherin 

favorite show: the office, grey’s anatomy, 911, the bold type, criminal minds, etc. 

favorite animal: horses!! and then dogs, cats, etc. 

favorite band/artist: taylor swift, the band camino, maren morris, kelsea ballerini, ryan hurd... just so many. 

song stuck in my head: take a bow by rihanna (i’m listening to it on repeat) 

last movie i saw: booksmart!! 

last thing i googled: “sad cowboy emoji” (i needed the pic on my phone because it was only on my laptop akdksks) 

other blogs: my like... main blog that i ask and follow from is dead but it’s @movedto-stcrlghts 

do i get asks: sometimes? i usually have to ask for them though lmao 

why this url: because starlight is one of my true taylor stan songs!! it’s about my favorite kennedy (bobby) and it’s so cute and daydreamy. 

number of blankets: usually 1 + my big comforter so 

followers: 1,583 (almost 1.6k!!) 

following: 291 (i like to keep it low-ish, this is the most i’ve ever followed) 

average amount of sleep: i aim for 8-9 hours but i end up getting somewhere around 4-6 hours because insomnia 

lucky number: 13, actually. works for lottery tickets and things like that. but i really don’t believe in lucky numbers most times. 

what am i wearing: black leggings and my harvard sweatshirt (i’d live in this sweatshirt if i could tbh) 

dream job: top public defender in new york city! 

dream trips: i really really want to go to rome one day !! 

favorite food: probably quesadillas or fajitas 

instruments i play: none 

eye color: mostly green but sometimes blue-ish 

hair color: dark brunette in winter, lighter brunette with red tint in summer 

aesthetic: sunshine, fields of sunflowers, flowy dresses, freshly baked cookies, soft smiles, watching the sun go down, bonfires, laughter, never-ending music, overflowing bookshelves, fluffy comforters, candles burning, fairy lights, and fresh flowers. 

languages i speak: english, latin, song lyrics, and vine references 

most iconic song: probably party in the USA. i always have to listen to it when it comes on. 

when i created this account: uh,,, i don’t even remember? 3-4 years ago?? 

best memory: i have a lot of them, so it’s hard to choose. and that’s a good problem to have ♥ 

best pun: i... don’t know any tbh 

random fact: i love baking & cooking!! that’s what i spend a lot of days off doing. it’s relaxing and i get to dance around my kitchen while doing it so win-win. 

i tag @holygreund @reddeluxes @youareeiinlove @geawaycar @jumpthensfall and anyone else who may wanna do this !! 

[stonerozz]

Answer 21, Tag 21

Tagged by @niksixx <3

1. Nickname: Jen (and many other puns)

2. Zodiac sign: Aquarius

3. Height: 5′9

4. Hogwarts: Slytherin

5. The last thing I googled: Guns N’ Roses

6. Favorite musicians: Crue, 2Pac, Nothing but Thieves, Cigarettes After Sex, Megan Thee Stallion, BANKS, Rico Nasty, Serebro, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rihanna, Etta James

7. Song stuck in my head: the My Kinda Lover cover from the Dirt

8. Following now: I don’t even have a clue I’ve had this blog for years and years

9. Followers: 390

10. Do I get asks?: No, not really. Very rarely.

11. Amount of: once every blue moon

12. Lucky number: 23

13. What I’m wearing: A big green sweatshirt and pajama shorts

14. Dream job: Foreign diplomat or anything to do with languages

15. Dream trip: Italy or Jamaica or Russia

16. Favorite food: RICE and pineapple but like not together unless it is skillfully prepared

17. Instruments: guitar, drums

18. Languages: Russian, Latin, English, and like bits of Italian and Navajo and I learned Dothraki like two years ago but I only remember how to say “I love you”

19. Favorite song: This is an impossible question because of the amount of music I listen to so I’m gonna give a couple: Chanel Slides by Dreezy,  Пятница by Serebro cause it’s just really fun, Rodeo by Motley Crue, Love Bites by Def Leppard, and I’m gonna stop myself there because I will go on forever

20. Random fact: I am allergic to soy, I make very impulsive decisions 24/7, and my dad was a rapper in college

21. Aesthetic: anything that’s pretty, but I really like Renaissance paintings and streetwear fashion

I don’t think I know 21 people on here so I’ll just tag the one person I do know that hasn’t been tagged yet again (sorry Theo omg) @petertheromaniwolf

[benexolence]

21 questions!

I was tagged by @tikki-transforme-moi to do this 21 questions thingy so here I go:

Rules: Answer the questions then tag 21 people (idk 21 people on here :////)

Nickname: i got three nicknames! Honey, Hen, and Hoenna

Zodiac: Capricorn 💫

Height: I’m 5’2.5 (yes I do count that half)

Last Movie I Saw: The Quiet Place with my mom

Last Thing I Googled: how much “The Quiet Place” made in the US box office (they did well!!)

Favorite Musician: oh fuck, this is HARD. Arctic Monkeys used to be my all-time favorite but I have v mixed feelings about their new album :/// I have multiple favs now! (Arctic Monkeys, BTS, 5SOS, Bring Me the Horizon, blink-182, Tyler the Creator, and Rihanna)

Song Struck In My Head: Kiss it Better by Rihanna

Do I Get Asks: only when I post a fic, id like to get more tho!

Following: 399.... I’ve had a tumblr account for 6 years and I def need to clean it out

Amount of Sleep: it depends, during my college semester, I get like 5-7hrs. I’m on break rn so I’m getting like over 7hrs thankfully

Lucky Number: I think my lucky number is 7?? I’m not sure LOL

What Am I Wearing: black sweatpants, black Nirvana shirt, black shoes, and a UCSC sweatshirt (i do not go to this uni but I have a sweatshirt anyway LOL)

Dream Trip: id love to go to Bali or Fiji!

Dream Job: I got two dream jobs: screenplay writer and psychiatrist. I’m currently pursuing psychiatry right now!

Play Any Instrument: I’m trying to teach myself how to play the piano rn!

Languages: I know Urdu and English! Since I know Urdu, I can speak Hindi but I cannot write in that language. I also know very basic Spanish, (like beginner-level).

Favorite Songs:

* 505 - Arctic Monkeys

* Love is a Laserquest - Arctic Monkeys

* All My Loving - The Beatles

* Deathbeds - Bring Me the Horizon

* Hip Hop Phile - BTS

* Promise - Park Jimin

* Down - blink-182

* My Kind of Women - Mac Demarco

* Saturday Night - The Misfits

* Believe Me Natalie - The Killers

this was very hard to do :,(( I have so many favorites!!

Random Fact: I’m a mild movie-junky?? Like I really enjoy experiencing different types of movies and whatnot. I wish I had more time for this tho 😭😭

Describe Yourself As Aesthetic Things: hmmmm, I identify myself with the following: black nail polish, all black clothing, keeping warm under a pile of blankets, drinking tea on a cold day, reading in the dark for hours, dark quiet nights, late night talks, simple sliver jewelry.

First Fandom: My OG is the Jonas Brothers 😤 but if we’re talking about like a legit fandom, I’d say 5sos.

tagged: @saiken-no-jutsu , @triviamang (idk who I should tag in this, considering it is 4am rn LOL so my lazy ass will pick two peeps)

[roxiestranger19]

The Laundromat

(a little thing i wrote using made up characters- inspired by all the gym girlies on my feed)

The bell rang and my eyes shot up from my dark corner of the floor, lit only by the Walmart sign across the road, to see none other than Reid Parker walk through the door. When Taylor said I could come in after the closing time to do my laundry, I assumed I would be the only one here but apparently not.

“‘Sup dude, Taylor let you in too?” Reid asks. I roll my eyes so far in the back of my head that I think I gave myself a headache.

“Yeah, he did. I thought I had exclusive access.” 

“Oh, it’s you.” He opens a washer and dumps in way too many clothes. “How do you know him?”

“The gym.”

“You go to the gym?” He asks.

“Yes, I do, actually.” I smile sarcastically and go back to my phone. 

“Okay, geez,” He closes the lid and leans against the machine. “Maybe if you wore anything other than baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants I’d be able to tell.”

“Yeah, I dont wear clothes to please men so, sorry to disappoint.” He clicks his tongue.

“Did your girlfriend break up with you or something?” I glare at him with murder behind my eyes. What did he just say?

“First of all, I'm straight, and second, I don’t remember asking for your opinion.” He looks a bit stunned and I eternally praise myself for my amazing comeback. 

“Ain’t no way you’re straight.” 

“Why are you questioning my own sexuality?” I ask.

“Because literally everyone thinks you’re a lesbian.” I think he thought that that would surprise me but I’ve been told that I’m gay since eighth grade and Ive given up on correcting people, except for this time. I dont mind being compared to lesbians. I'm ashamed to be attracted to men.

“Okay, and?” 

“Doesn’t that bother you?” He asks. 

“Not really.” I go back to scrolling through TikTok.

“Then why do you dress like a guy?” I throw my head back and groan.

“Why do you care?”

“Because. Don’t you wanna show off all your hard work?” 

“I don't, actually,” I say.

“I’m just saying.” He turns around and unscrews the detergent lid, “If I went to the gym enough to know Taylor, which I do, I’d show off.” I cringe at the excessive amount of detergent he pours on top of the mountain of clothes. 

“I'm not an attention seeker like you are.” I glance up at him. 

“Being proud of yourself is different than doing it for attention.” He lets the lid fall closed, creating a loud bang that resonates through the empty Laundromat. 

“Whatever,” I mumble. I don't want to talk to him anymore. There have been a few times where I want to literally flex on everyone, show the people what I do five times a week, but I haven't worn short sleeves in almost three years. Besides my ex, Isaac, no one has seen my arms. I don't know why I make it such a big deal. I got nothing but compliments from him. If I didn't care from the beginning then I wouldn’t have anything to be scared of now. I blame it on not wanting the attention or experiencing the terrible feeling of everyone looking at me, but I think it’s starting to become deeper than that. I check my timer and there’s still twenty minutes left. Reid has been counting coins for way too long and I think I saw him squinting to see the numbers engraved on a coin that I can tell is a quarter from all the way across the room. He finally puts it in the machine and sits on top of it. 

“So what brings you here at this fine hour?” he asks. While slightly less annoyed now that I've had a few moments of silence, his presence still irks me. 

“Peace and quiet and no ones gonna throw out my shit to put theirs in,” I say. 

“Those people are the worst.” He’s definitely one of those people. “So…,” he looks around, “the whole gym thing.”

“No more questions.” 

“What’s your squat PR?”

“I’m not doing this.”

“Whatever, mine's definitely higher,” he brags. Oh, please. His ass is way flatter than mine.

“I dont care.” I dig around for my headphones and put them on, a universal sign that I do not want to talk. I turn on my Rihanna playlist and close my eyes. One minute into “Pon de Replay” I feel something hard hit my face. “What the fuck!” I yell, pulling my headphones off. A penny. Reid threw a penny directly at my forehead and doesnt look in the least bit sorry.

“I'm bored,” he smirks.

“How the hell is that my problem?” I throw the penny back at him but it hits the washer instead and flies in an unknown direction.

“Excellent aim.”

“Shut up.” I put my headphones back on and watch him slide off the washer. His mouth is moving but I can't hear a word he’s saying. “I can’t hear you!” I yell, closing my eyes. Just as I think he has given up I have the feeling that I'm being watched. I slowly open my eyes to find him standing right in front of me, scaring me shitless. “Jesus Christ!” I clutch my heart. He’s bent over laughing. I take my headphones off again. 

“I was standing there for a solid minute before you noticed,” he says breathlessly.

“Stop laughing at me.”

“Only if you do something for me.” I can see the gears turning in his head. 

“Do you not have a phone or something else to entertain yourself with?” 

“Nope.” He sits down criss crossed. God this man is a child. My ten year old cousin is less annoying.

“Well stop harassing me.” I put my headphones back in my bag. 

“What are you going to do about it?” He challenges. I dont have the energy to do anything and I don't know what he wants from me.

“I'll do anything that will make you leave me alone.” I immediately regret what I just said. 

“Anything?” His eyebrows raise.

“No, not anything. Just, what do you want?” He faces me head on and looks me dead in the eye.

“I want you to take off your clothes and post a picture of yourself without wearing that hoodie.” I feel my face heat up and I'm grateful that neither of us bothered to turn the lights on when we came in. I shake my head.  

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I haven’t posted on my instagram since freshman year of high school and im not undressing in front of you,” I say. He scoffs.

“Isn’t your account private? Barely any people would see plus, I can’t see shit in here.”

“The point is, I'm not doing it.” I can’t believe he would even ask me to do that. It may not be a big deal to other people but it is to me. Thirst traps are embarrassing and he can definitely still see shapes in here which is already more than what I want him to see. He rolls his eyes.

“Are you embarrassed or something?” he asks. 

“What? No!” I’m not. My body is the thing I'm most proud of and I want to keep it to myself. 

“Then what is going on?” I breathe in deeply.

“I just don't want to post the pictures.”

“So you’d do it?” He perks up.

“No!”

“C’mon please?” he begs. 

“No means no.” He groans dramatically, dragging his hands down his face.  

“Don’t give me that. What if I did something for you?” My interest is peaked.

“Like what?”

“I’ll get Taylor to lower your membership cost,” he says. That would lower my stress a lot. Sure I could go to the school’s gym, but it's always super busy at the times that I like and I wouldn’t be able to do my laundry at night. 

“How do I know if he’ll do it?” I ask. I’m disappointed in myself for even considering it.

“You gotta trust me,” he says. Yeah that’s a no. “You know Taylor would definitely let you in for free. I’m surprised he doesn't already.” He has a point. Taylor isn’t past doing illegal shit. The man’s a drug dealer for christ sake and he tells people how to break into a Laundromat that he doesn't even work at anymore. This is the only reason why I agree. I trust Taylor, not Reid. 

“Fine I’ll take the pictures but I’m not posting them.”

“Hey–,” he starts.

“And you better talk to Taylor or I’ll get your friends to send your embarrassing pictures to the barstool account.”

“Okay, okay. I will.” He starts to stand. 

“Help me up.” I hold out my arm and he grabs and pulls so hard that I think he pulled it out. “Ow, bitch!” I yell and punch him in the shoulder. He stumbles back and I shake out my hand. 

“I cannot wait to see the muscles that were responsible for that.” He holds his shoulder. I roll my eyes but internally, I’m freaking the fuck out. I’ve never been this scared. 

“Turn around,” I tell Reid.

“I literally can barely see you right now.”

“Do you want me to do this or not?” I ask. He stares at me in silence. 

“Fine,” he agrees and turns around. My stomach flips and I definitely shouldn’t have eaten that Taco Bell. I take two deep breaths and pull my crew neck over my head. Thank god I wore one of my better sports bras today.

“Uhh, it’s off,” I say. He starts turning around and I quickly cover myself with my shirt. He looks me up and down and my anxiety spikes. I wish I could see his face but he’s facing away from the windows and he’s right, all I can see are shapes.

“You're gonna need to drop the shirt for the picture anyway so might as well do it now,” he says. I slowly lower my arms, feeling more and more exposed every second. I throw my shirt onto my backpack and stare right at him. His eyes rake over my chest and stomach, making a shiver run through me. “Damn, Izzy,” he steps back, “Your abs are more defined than mine are.” I blush. I feel like the worst feminist on the planet. I’m not supposed to give in to male validation, but it feels so good. 

“Just take the damn pictures, Reid.” He shakes his head and gets out his phone. “No,” I stop him and hand him my phone instead. “Use mine. I don't want you to send them to anyone.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Uh huh.” I nod. “Right.”

“I wont. Now stand by the washers where the blue light is,” he directs. I move past him, next to the only row of washers that are lit. 

“Tell me what to do.” I say. He clears his throat. 

“Turn around and do the basic flexing pose.” I hold up my arms and flex, showing off my arms and my back. I know it looks good because I take my own pictures that I have buried in the depths of my laptop. I have so many folders that it would take someone ages to find them. “The lighting is cool as fuck. You might need to take pictures of me next,” he says. 

“I'm not doing that.” I turn over my shoulder to catch his gaze. “What’s next?”

“Um, sit on the washer and lean back.” I slouch down so my butt is on the edge of the washer and lean back on one arm. He squats down to get a low angle. “Jesus. How many pull ups can you do?” I can see him spamming my camera. I sit up straight with my hands gripping the edge of the washer. 

“How many can you do?” I ask. He steps closer to me.

“I asked you first.” His features are illuminated by the light and I don't feel exposed anymore. I think I kind of like this. 

“Guess,” I challenge. 

“I’m not going to guess.” He takes another step towards me, sets my phone down behind me, and puts his hands next to mine on the washer. His eyes never leave mine and all I’d have to do for him to be close enough to kiss me is open my legs, but I don’t. 

“Why?”

“Because I don't want to guess wrong and be accused of underestimating you.” he says sincerely. My heart flips in my chest. 

“Do you want me to flex again so you can make a more accurate judgement?” I tease. 

“Yes,” he breathes. I adjust my hair and flex at the same time and then put my hands on his shoulders. I feel him tense beneath me and his breath hitches. “I'm guessing 10.”

“14,” I correct, “But I haven't done them in a while.”

“Impressive.”

“Thanks.” The blue light makes his jaw look super sharp and I can just barely make out a faint dusting of freckles on his nose. His gaze flickers to my lips and back up to my eyes and heat rises in my body. My mind doesn't want me to kiss him but my body clearly does. His hands move to my thighs, slowly spreading them apart so he can get closer to me and I let him. My body has never burned as much as it is for him right now. He starts leaning in and I close my eyes, waiting for his lips to touch mine but then my alarm blares loudly behind me and I jump.

“Goddamnit,” he says, jumping back. I reach behind me and frantically tap the screen to get the alarm to shut off.

“I should, um,” I stammer, pointing behind him at the dryers.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” He moves to the side and I slide off the washer, not daring to look at him. Neither of us say a word as I pile my clothes into my laundry bag and walk over to my things. I curse at myself while putting my hoodie back on. I almost kissed him. I almost kissed Reid Parker, and I wanted to too. He’s still standing in the same spot when I go back to grab my phone.

“Um, i'm gonna go,” I say, turning towards the door. 

“Yeah, ok. I gotta stay here, so.” He hoists himself onto his own washer. 

“Ill see you,” I say, immediately cringing. I open the door and walk back to my dorm. What the hell just happened?

[yeontansstrongbrows]

Get to know me tag!!

I was tagged by the AMAZING AND WONDERFUL @adore-jhope

Clo I love u so much

Anyways here I go:

Nickname: Eve, E, Evie

Gender: Just a gal lookin for a pal lmao

Star Sign: Pisces

Height: 5″5

Time: 2:39 pm

Birthday: March 14

Favourite Bands: BTS, Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, LÉON, VÉRITÉ, Christine and the Queens, DNCE, Maroon 5, Anberlin, Florence + the Machine

Favourite Solo Artists: Lorde, Ansel Elgort, Demi Lovato, Rihanna, Beyonce, blackbear, Troye Sivan, Adele, Amy Winehouse, Sam Smith, Ariana Grande, Hozier, John Mayer, Bea Miller

Song stuck in my head: Uhhhhhh it changes every like hour so idk

Last movie I watched: Princess Mononoke (but I fell asleep whoops!)

Last show I watched: Fixer Upper on HGTV lmao

Created blog: January or February 2018 I believe

Posts: 798

Last thing I googled: I’m pretty sure it was “sexy Hoseok” for a BTS picture thing lmao

Other blogs: I have my old main blog that I am avoiding deleting bc I’ve had it for years, but I never get on it anymore

Do you get asks often: Sometimes! But when I do, I love it.

Why did you pick your URL: Yeontan has the strongest brows on this planet and that’s just the facts

Following: 60

Followers: A smol 38 but I love and appreciate every one of you 💜

Favourite Colours: Purple, Blue, Red

Average hours of sleep: Usually like 6-8

Lucky Number: 9 

What am I wearing: An XXL sweatshirt that is a dress on me and shorts, bc comfort is the key to happiness

Blankets slept with: A huge comforter and a blanket on top of that

Dream trip: A huge train ride across Europe where I can stop and get off and stay anywhere I want for as long as I want

Favourite Food: Seafood gumbo 

Nationality: American

Favourite Song: No clue tbh I love so many songs 

I’ll tag: @blazeline @hardcorehobi @tusaisbts @stardoges @birthofvcnus @ohmytaehyungie @thruthfullyfrillying 💖💖💖💖💖

[pens-girl-87]

Tumblr username questionnaire

Tagged by @kawairinrin

Nickname: Alex

Sign: Aries

Height: 5′8″

Time: 7:41 PM

Fave Bands: Linkin Park, Our Lady Peace, Nirvana, Jimmy Eat World, Oh Wonder, The Chainsmokers, Maroon 5, Daughtry

Fave Solo Artists: Eminem, Rihanna, Kelly Clarkson, Usher, Sam Hunt

Song Stuck in My Head: Are you ready -3 Days Grace

I went To their concert a few years ago and played this song, no word of a lie. I crowed surfed... best night ever 😄

Last Movie I Saw: Mean Girls. Best. Movie. Ever. 💁

Last Show I Watched: Grey's Anatomy, not only it's the best show going, but because I'm going to be a surgical nurse someday soon. 💉💊

When Did I Create my blog: 2012, I've only used it occasionally until August of last year

Last Thing I Google searched: Distance from Toronto to New Zealand

Do I Have Any Other Blogs: No

Why Did I Choose My URL: My best friends dad called me a pens girl "Pittsburgh Penguins, Hockey team" he thought I was a fan because of the the Captain. "Sidney Crosby" I mean, he's one of the greatest players, but I like the team because they're awesome. 😁

Following: 187

Followed by: 89

Average Hours of Sleep: 2-4 hours per night. I think I need to work on that.

Lucky Number: 17, 23, 94

Instruments: Piano, Guitar, Drums. I hate To say it, but people think I sing good. 😩

What Am I Wearing: Sweatpants, tshirt and a sweatshirt. Don't judge, just came back from a run

Dream Job: a surgical nurse

Dream Trip: Visit Australia, New Zealand, Italy, Fiji, South Africa... So many other places

Fave Foods: spaghetti and homemade sauce

Or a simple bbq night out with friends and family at the lake. With a bonfire going.

Nationality: Canadian/Italian

Fave Song: Where'd you go- Fort Minor

Last Book I Read: Trauma and Recovery - Judith Herman. M.D

Three Fictional Universes I Want to Join:

1. Criminal Minds- BAU, I love everything about them, they have been through thick and thin, keeping an eye for each other.

Doesn't help that I had a father who did work for the feds. *eyerolls*

2. Grey's Anatomy

The thought of being in grey's world excites me, I like the tact that It teaches you medically, "for the most part"

I have quite a few family members and friends who are surgeons, Doctors, Nurses and paramedics. So, uh. The drama can be real.

3. I can't decide between Endless Summer, Perfect Match or tf/ts and soon to be The Junior

I Love Sean fricken Gayle! Hands down. 🙌

But I also want to prove that Hayden and Steve are robots. And To have the best friend who is head over heels for MC. 😉

And Chris Powell, I love that Man. I can't even describe It. 🐒

Tag list : @captainkingliam @superstarseangayle @american-duchess @youwontlikewherewewillgo

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[politoad]

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 10 people you’d like to get to know better.

Nickname: neen pretty much everywhere, sometimes big neen which is funny bc im a smol babie

Gender: non-binary

Star Sign: libra

Height: 5′1″

Time: 2:26 PM

Birthday: oct 8th!!

Favorite Bands: spirit of the bear, grouplove, one direction, little mix, lonely island, studio killers

Favorite Artists: im assuming this means musical artists, so beyonce, lizzo, rihanna, chance the rapper, bruno mars, childish gambino, kesha, logic, solange

Song Stuck in my Head: good as hell by lizzo

Last Movie I Watched: i rewatched the matrix trilogy recently (love you keanu)

Last Show I Watched: bob’s burgers, im rewatching it for the 193094th time

When I Created This Blog : may 1st, 2013

Last Thing I Googled: how to tell when you created your tumblr (^:

Asks: ??? i never get asks so idk

Following: 366

Followers: 737

Average Hours of Sleep: 6 to 8 bc im no longer young and spry, im now old and crotchety without a full night’s sleep

Lucky Number: 24

Instruments: i did choir all throughout my life, so my voice?? i never had enough commitment to an instrument to keep up with it but i’ve dabbled in viola, guitar, piano, and ukulele

What I’m Wearing: leggings and a sweatshirt (that’s all i ever wear bc im ~a piece of garbage~)

How Many Blankets I Sleep With: i sleep w one comforter year round, sometimes i’ll drape another blanket over me in the winter but only on especially cold nights

Dream Job: something in sex education/reproductive rights

Dream Trip: all throughout latin america bc its somewhere i have no reason to go and know nothing about

Favorite Food: chicken tenders w honey mustard

Nationality: chinese american

Favorite Song ATM: finesse by bruno mars ft. cardi b

Tagged by: @majorlyobsessed

Tagging: @rotisserieshithead @barisiofficial @oh-little-owl @detectivesonnshine and anyone who wants to!!!!

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