#so pretty 🥹

[cockles-empire]

https://x.com/claudiaelodie/status/1824916505815064707?s=46&t=C_twoBlJmxDu2Nz9W99Q2A

He's glowing! 🫨🤩

he is 😍💙

[anyadarkseid]

🖤🖤🖤

[coyging]

[wejustvibing]

😵‍💫.

[vanmccannsfridge]

a better look at the record store day 10 year anniversary pressing of the balcony!

[faithinlouisfuture]

surrounded by light ✨ (x)

[satanicdollx]

@ people I see regularly in my notes, even if we're not moots I see you and I appreciate you so fucking much

[seagreenlaurin]

🦋🩸

[atompalace-official]

Forever Wonderful 🎀💎✨

[myfriendgoo94]

hey it’s one a them girl things

[eddiesghxst]

rockstar!eddie who only sees you when he’s in your city. doesn’t tell you when, doesn’t hit you up or anything— you really only know he’s coming because of the plethora of billboards and ads that pop up around the time of the performance.

and he doesn’t even really have to call you to let you know he’ll be coming over, you just know— as soon as eddie lands in your city, you’re his.

that’s how it is, that’s how it’s always been.

and you don’t exactly think you’re the only girl. the only one he flees to when he touches down in a new city— but you’re glad you’re his girl for this city. out of the millions of people he could’ve chose in your town, he chose you and that’s enough to get you to open your door for him post show, let him smoke all your shit and spend hours fucking you.

you don’t bother going to the shows— you did once, hated the scene of bitchy groupies that throw themselves at him and you never went again.

so he just comes to you.

probably doesn’t even bother taking a shower or wiping off all that sweat and liquor from another hectic show, just books it straight to you.

plays house with you for a day or two. calls you his girl, fucks you hard and rough and then slow and soft and then rough again. he says he missed you, doesn’t know how he lasted a year without your pussy, swears he’ll lose his mind if he goes that long without seeing you again. snaps a few photos of you. some cute and wholesome, naked and shying away from the lens with the sun beaming through your window. and the others are raunchy, dirty and gross. you split open on his cock, spread open for him. you on your knees for him, worshiping his cock. you cumming on his tongue. you with his necklace swaying between your tits, sweaty and bruised up neck on display.

he keeps them. tucks them in his pants. probably forgets they’re even there, honestly, only remembers them when they fall out in the next city as he’s pulling his pants back up after fucking some random girl.

feels his chest twist up, thinks about booking a flight to you because despite the fact that he’s a fucking player to his core, he really does have a soft spot for you. you really are his girl. his number one girl, best of them all.

doesn’t matter though. because even though you’re eddie’s girl, he still leaves you for another year. it’s just easier this way, really.

[monstertidbits]

daydream hour - full cover illustration

[badnewswhatsleft]

hey.. so uhh.. there are a few 1080p pro shot streams of ENTIRE tourdust shows on jack edinger’s vimeo…………… ??

⬆️ bristow va - july 19 2023 (best audio out of them)

⬆️ london night 1 - nov 2 2023

⬆️ london night 2 - nov 3 2023

there is some pretty intense flashing/strobe effect editing during calm before the storm for all the vids so just fyi if you're watching

but like haha what the FUCK

[brianskangs]

(240907) DAY6 x MELT DOWN ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ENDING FAIRIES

[starmocha]

The Deep Sea [Rafayel + Son ★ 970 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] A little boy stays up late waiting, insisting he needs his lullaby before he can sleep. A/N: Finally, I managed to get the first story out for Rafayel and his son. Thank you to all of the Raf anons who have been infesting my ask box with papa Raf asks lol you all managed to break my writer’s block with him. This particular ask was the one that did it for me. <333 Happy birthday to our precious, whiny fishie 🥹💖 Tag list: @lavlynyan @miudle @alfredosaws @solifloris @nezuswritingdesk @valkyyriia @natimiles @yourlocalcatscammer @callilypso @likewhyareyousoobsessedwithme @qyuin 【 request to be added 】

He yawned again.

“It’s past your bedtime,” you told the little three-year-old toddler curled up on the living room couch clutching his favorite Briny Narwie plushie. He peered up at you with a pout, and you sighed helplessly as you crouched down to his eye-level next to the couch. You pointed at the clock on a nearby wall and said gently, “See that little hand? It’s approaching ten. You were supposed to be asleep at eight. Almost two hours ago.”

“But Daddy promised me a lullaby!” the boy whined, clutching his plushie tighter as his lips quivered.

You sighed again. “Your daddy has an important art show tonight,” you explained to the toddler, “You know how upset Uncle Thomas gets when your daddy doesn’t go to these events.”

“I know…” he said softly. He looked up again, his voice pleading, “But Daddy said he would come home soon to sing me my lullaby!”

You smiled softly, sympathizing with your son. You also knew that right at this moment Rafayel was also miserable at his art show, preferring the company of his family over the pretentious crowd that flocked to see his works. He had insisted that he would only stay for an hour at most to satisfy Thomas’ expectations, but it had now been at least three hours since you were expecting Rafayel to arrive home.

You settled on the couch, sitting next to your son who had been adamant that he would not go to sleep until he had his lullaby, but for the past hour, you had watched the toddler dozed off several times before jerking awake, his resolve weakening with each passing second.

“You know, Mommy can sing you a lullaby, too. Rock��” You barely got the first word out before your son pressed two small hands to your mouth, covering it as he gave you an annoyed pout.

“It’s not the same!” the little boy whined, nearly on the verge of tears. He plopped back down in his seat and hugged his plushie tighter.

You couldn’t refute this. Rafayel had been singing to his son Lemurian lullabies of a time gone by since the little boy was still in your womb. It had been a nightly ritual for several years now, and rarely would Rafayel ever skipped it. You yourself was also fond of his singing, his ethereal voice always ensnaring you under his spell, spiriting you away to another time, another place.

“Okay, okay,” you said to your son, reaching out to wipe away the tears that brimmed at the corners of his eyes. You smiled softly again, your arms spread apart. “How about you snuggle with Mommy then while we wait for Daddy to come home?”

The boy’s lips quivered again.

“Please?”

“Okay…” he said reluctantly and crawled into your lap. Your arms instantly wrapped around him, pulling him closer into your protective embrace. Instinctively, you threaded your fingers through his soft hair soothingly, smiling in wonder at the beautiful little boy in your arms who was a perfect blend of both you and Rafayel, though you couldn’t help but mused how sometimes more of Rafayel would peek through, such as tonight.

Casually, you hummed the same lullaby Rafayel would often sing, having memorized the mythical melody by heart over the years.

“Mommy… it’s not the same…”

“I know,” you said affably, continuing nonchalantly, “I’m just humming.”

Your hand rubbed your son’s back up and down soothingly.

The toddler sighed heavily, letting his frustration be known, but you remained unbothered by his dramatics, continuing with your light humming.

Try as he might, eventually sleepy little eyes closed, letting darkness settled and allowing himself to be whisked away by this familiar melody.

Cradled in the sea’s embrace, a whale carried the toddler away as he laughed joyously, eyes full of wonder as a school of fish swam, swirling around the little boy, their scales shimmering brilliantly in the water. Many other marine creatures joined the boy in his underwater journey. Sea turtles, dolphins, stingrays, and many more accompanied the small child, showing him all of the beauties of the deep.

He giggled as two little fish—one red and one blue—swam against his cheek, tickling him. He held up a small chubby finger and the blue fish brushed against him in assurance, a silent promise that the boy was well protected in his journey.

He didn’t know where he was going, where the whale was taking him, but he felt no fear, feeling in his heart that within the deep sea, there was a place calling out to him.

When the little boy’s eyes fluttered open, he shook his head, feeling something tickling his cheek.

Purple hair.

He was resting on his father’s shoulder, hearing his deep voice singing a song, an ancient lullaby.

The words were foreign, but the toddler understood, feeling it in his heart. He clung tighter to his father, letting the warmth of his voice wrapped around him like a protective cloak.

“My little fishie,” Rafayel hummed softly, turning to press his lips to his son’s head, “Daddy’s sorry he was late tonight.”

The boy made a soft noise in response, and Rafayel smiled. He resumed singing as he swayed gently from side-to-side in his son’s bedroom. Alongside his voice, the sounds of waves could be heard crashing gently on the shore outside.

The boy yawned, his grip loosening, but Rafayel just held him tighter. As he sang, he gazed fondly at the child in his arms, still after all of this time awestruck that this precious treasure was his. He continued to sing, his words joined by the ocean’s waves.

Lured back to his dreamscape, the little boy was carried away to another place, another time, where an ancient forgotten civilization celebrated his arrival and welcomed him home.

[faithinlouisfuture]

LANDO NORRIS - MELBOURNE WALK, AUSTRALIAN GP 2025 (x)