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#pink aesthetic#pink#aesthetic#soft#pastel pink#pop#pop music#music#sabrina carpenter#lockscreen#moodboard#disney#disney channel#album#emails i can't send#sour n sweet#girl meets world
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leaning over older bf Simon’s lap in the drive thru to order catching him off guard…a lil arch in the back…maybe his hand on dat ahhh… I beg u to feed us
no doubt older bf!simon hates talking at the drive thru speaker, they either can’t understand his accent (even when he’s home, his voice is so deep), or he forgets the order, or they’re asking him a question and he’s just looking at you like “fix it”
so you’re leaning across the console and his lap so you can chat the lady through the speaker or maybe even when you’re up at the second window (he’s paying at first) and when you’re in that spot he’s going kind of crazy
his hand is firmly on your ass and if your back is arched and your chest is pressed to his forearm that’s leaning on the window, he’s actually going to have to practice self restraint
if the person in the window is staring a little part of him wants to get angry but the other part is like “yeah me too”
if he had a semblance less self control he’d have you in the exact same position in the back but he’ll let you have your lunch first lest you get hangry on him
#simon babe ive got low blood sugars let me have some sweet n sour first#anyway ANYWAY#older bf!simon#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader
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Daniel Luthor au
Even when Lex is very open about Daniel, soon son-to-be, heroism and Daniel being someone who doesn't shy from the cameras very little is known of his origins
A lot of people have theories of him being kryptonian or an alien of some kind but it has never been confirmed
#melo's art#dc x dp#danny fenton#lex luthor#Going to call it#sweet n sour grapes au#Lex's favorite is obvious to everyone but Danny[looks at his hero costume]#Danny is a fashion disaster.#dpxdc#dpxdc au
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couldn’t sleep til i made this
#i’m sorry for my humor y’all#mortal kombat#shang tsung#liu kang#mk#mortal kombat 1#liu just wanted a 20 piece with sweet n sour and a large dr pepper
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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
"Wait, don't--!"
His hips stutter as he throbs inside of you, anchoring you against his slick body with a painfully muscular arm. He hears you over the sound of the rushing water, over the blood rushing through his ears, over his ragged breathing.
And really, Jake isn't an asshole. Not in the ways that count, at least--especially with the women he has sex with.
So he does try to pull out as soon as he realizes that's what you mean by your unfinished sentence, the one that was strangled through your grit teeth. But the thing about that is you didn't give him much notice--granted, he shouldn't have assumed you were on birth control--and he was genuinely already partway through spilling inside you when he registered your words.
"Shit," he sighs, reeling at your sudden loss of contact.
You're pressed up against the wall still, breasts against the steamy tiles, and you're panting too.
"Shit, I'm really sorry," he apologizes, shaking his head. "I just didn't even realize what you said and by the time it registered, I--!"
You shake your head, sighing.
"Hey, it's fine," you tell him, really meaning it. "This is why God made morning-after pills."
It makes him laugh--it's a dry thing, one that is riddled with exhaustion. He's spent honestly--going from pulling 7G's to fucking you so furiously in the shower had proven to be a lot on his body.
You want to make a joke about child support or something, something dumb and inappropriate to say to a man that just accidentally came inside you the first time you had sex. But you don't say anything--you just catch your breath and so does he. It's quiet aside from the running shower and your heaving chests.
Jake leans forward and lets his body rest over yours, forehead resting against your shoulder. He's very warm--which you know is not just because of the lukewarm water raining down over the two of you. He's always warm--hot-blooded. And Jake thinks you feel very soft beneath him; he thinks that he might even like the way your skin feels pressed against his. And you both are just being still, resting in each other's arms. It's probably one of the only times the two of you have ever been in another's presence without arguing.
Before Jake even really knows what he's doing, still in that post-orgasm haze and enthralled in the absolute strangeness of just having fucked you, he presses his lips against your shoulder. At first he just kisses very softly, little things he peppers all along your naked shoulders and neck. And you don't tense at the feeling--for some reason, with your cheek agains the tile and your hair slung over your other shoulder, you're totally okay with him kissing your skin. And then he just lets his lips rest, stilling right there on the back of your neck.
And in almost total tandem, the both of you think it: this is kind of nice.
"You okay?" He asks suddenly, shooting up when he realizes that he's been kissing your skin.
You nod, eyes slipping shut.
"I think so," you whisper.
Things are different after that.
At first it's small things.
Like when Jake meets you at the pharmacy after the two of you leave base (at separate times, of course), he not only buys you Plan B but a protein bar and Gatorade, too.
"Post-coitus protein," he tells you when you look up at him with raised eyebrows.
He sits in your car as you take the pill, fiddling with your radio, looking at the interior you keep so clean. You have a strawberry air freshener in there that smells like his sisters childhood bedroom--he likes it. It's a nice evening so the windows are rolled down and the sun is setting in a blaze of orange and pink in the distance as the blinking, neon PHARMACY sign casts a red light over your face.
"Easy-peasy," you whisper, stuffing the box back in the grocery bag.
He nods, smiling softly, leaning back in your passenger seat. You're leaning back, too, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel. Your hair is still wet and the warm wind feels good when it filters through it.
"Wanna talk about it?" Jake asks.
It very nearly startles you when he says it. But when you look over at him, he's still fiddling endlessly with the radio and fixing his gaze everywhere but you.
"The sex? Or the...Plan B?"
He pulls his brows together, finally glancing up at you as a Joni Mitchell song floats through the radio. You look very soft right now--your face is naked and your damp hair is pulled back. You don't look angry at him for once and your face is open.
"Your dad," he says after a moment, swallowing hard.
It's vulnerable, really, for both of you. Jake is sitting in your car after fucking you, after buying you a protein bar and a Plan B, after splitting a lemon-lime gatorade with you, and A Case Of You is playing as he looks into your glassy eyes. And you had a breakdown--finally cracked and told someone about your father and the little time you have left with him. Then he made you cum and fucked you against the shower wall and now you're here--basking quietly in the glow of the pharmacy sign.
It's confusing, too, because up until about two hours ago, Jake Seresin was just about your least favorite person on earth. But now you think that he looks downright pretty when he's being earnest the way he is right now. And he thinks that you look beautiful, too, even with that drop of Gatorade on your bottom lip.
"Not right now," you say quietly, shaking your head.
Three hours ago, if he'd have asked, you'd have snarled at him. You probably would've hissed, "Not to you, dickhead." But things are different now. You both know it.
He's not hurt that you don't want to talk about it. He gets it--really, he does.
"Yeah, I get that," Jake says softly, trying to remain casual even though there's a strange sense of affection for your capturing every vital organs in his body. "I'm here if you...want to."
You nod, biting your thumbnail.
"Thanks," you whisper.
"And I guess, um, like for the record..." Jake says softly, scratching the back of his neck just to have something to do with his hands, "I don't think you're a bitch."
Something jolts inside of you, climbs up your chest and sits thickly in your throat. It feels strangely close to affection.
"Thank you," you whisper, biting your lip. "I don't think you're that big of a dick."
And then you're both laughing--it's the first time you two have ever really shared a laugh together. He's always heard your laugh from the other side of the room, in some conversation that he isn't a part of. Being so close to it now makes his fingers feel warm.
"I am a dick, huh?" He sighs, still smiling.
You shrug.
"You can be," you say, sighing. "But at least now I know you let ladies finish first."
He snorts softly.
"I'm a dick, not a monster."
Then you two are sharing your second laugh together. It fills your little car and nestles in snugly against your strawberry air freshener and Plan-B trash.
"Well, I've known plenty of monsters," you sigh, rolling your eyes at the mere thought of ex-boyfriend's and their ineffective fingers and short strokes.
"You're giving me a big head," Jake teases.
You smile--it's a real, genuine smile. The stretch of it on your lips feels unfamiliar. It's been a great while since you've smiled, you realize.
"I can deflate that ego anytime," you tell him, a teasing lilt in your voice. "Just give me the go-ahead when you're ready."
He takes a swig of your Gatorade. You watch him, watch his pink lips wrap around the rim, watch his throat swell as he swallows. He looks beautiful right now--partly in the afterglow and partly just because he is beautiful. That is undeniable now.
Then he offers the bottle to you--you take a drink, too.
"You like lemon-lime, right?" He asks.
He's asking fruitlessly--he knows you do. He's seen you buy it at the base vending machine more than once.
You nod. Of course you do. But he already knows that.
Another thing that changes is that he saves a seat for you. It starts the very next morning the two of you are on base together.
To the untrained eye, it would seem like nothing. But your eye isn't untrained. When you walk into the training room on Monday morning, Jake is sitting at the desk with his feet firmly planted on the floor, not in the seat beside him like they usually are. And when you slip in beside him silently, the way he was hoping you would, he glances at you from the corner of his eye.
"Mornin'," he greets quietly, chewing on a tooth pick.
You smile softly as you unpack your bag, nodding at him in greeting.
"Good morning."
He taps his knuckles on the table, trying to keep his voice steady.
"How was your weekend?" He asks.
You shrug.
"Fine. Lots of family coming in and out so...loud, I guess," you breathe. "How was yours?"
Something in his throat feels tight that you're just mentioning this fact in passing. He knows that your family is filtering in and out of your home because your father is dying--that this time must be very precious for you and yours and you're still coming into work every single day like nothing is wrong. But you're telling him this now, the only person on this base that knows about your ailing father, and it feels like you trust him. And you suppose that you accidentally kind of do trust him now--a little bit more than you did on Friday at 1 o'clock.
"Just great," he sighs.
Truth be told, he had thought of you all weekend. He was confused about the whole thing, since the two of you were sworn enemies but have now found yourselves in the no-man's-land between enemies and friends and lovers.
The next morning, the seat beside him is open again. And this time, there's a lemon-lime Gatorade waiting for you there like it's marking your spot.
And after that, it just keeps happening. Each morning, Jake somehow gets on base before you, buys a Gatorade, and leaves it at your seat. You wonder if he's spending a fortune in quarters and for about a month, he is--until he thinks better of it and just buys a pack of lemon-lime in bulk and starts bringing them from home.
Other members of the squadron notice that the two of you have seemingly formed some sort of truce, but no one is brave enough to outright ask what's happened between the two of you. Payback and Rooster sniff around wherever they can, trying to snuff out who the winner of their bet is, but you and Jake remain mum.
The next time you have sex, it's less of a surprise.
It's almost two months later--two months full of everyone dancing around the fact that your father is dying, two months of your family's door being a revolving one, two months of the stress of your recent detachment--when it all reaches a head.
You need a release and despite your better judgment a few weeks ago, you'd given Jake your phone number. Your text messages started our sporadic and random--sometimes just sending each other gossip you heard in the hangar or memes that made you think of the other. But then they'd evolved into something more constant than that recently--the two of you even catching a movie or a late dinner here or there.
So when you showed up at his door past midnight on a Saturday, almost two months since your shower encounter, he wasn't all that surprised to see you. It wasn't very odd to see each other off base now.
But what surprised him is how quickly you kissed him, walking over the threshold of his front door hastily. And he's kissing you back right away, blinking away his chock and his previous fatigue. You're ferocious in your kisses, all tongue and teeth and spit, and he's trying to keep up with you.
"Hi," he mumbles into your mouth, his voice deliciously gravelly.
"Hey," you whisper back, pulling back for a moment to behold him.
He looks good right now--scruffy and comfortable with his beard and his sweatpants low on his hips and his old band t-shirt. He's had a couple of beers and his lips taste like Stella Artois and peanuts. Before you came over, he was sitting on his couch, watching some highlight reel of a football game and putting off getting ready for bed.
And he's looking right back at you, at your pupils that are blown and your cheeks that are flushed. You are desperate for him like you were the first time the two of you touched, but it's different now. It's different because the two of you don't loathe each other--there's actually something between the two of you that resembles a friendship.
"Everything okay?" He asks quietly, his hands firmly planted on your hips as you press yourself into him and lace your fingers in his hair.
"No," you tell him honestly, biting your lip.
He wants to press you more--wants you to tell him what's wrong. He wants you to let it all out and he actually wants to listen to it because the two of you are suddenly people that care about each other. He cares about your Aunt Lisa and her bitchy comments that she makes to your mom and the way it hurts your feelings, too. He cares about your dad starting hospice last week. He cares about you skipping lunch most days--which has prompted him to start packing you bags of apples and walnuts and cheese--and he cares that you don't like red wine at all.
And you can feel that care--really, you can. Whoever the Jake was before you had sex is not the Jake that's looking into your eyes now with his brows blanched in sympathy. This Jake that's holding you genuinely wants you to be okay--this Jake hasn't tried anything sexual with you since your first encounter but is kissing you back right away.
Despite yourself and your efforts, you care about him, too. You care that he was grounded for two weeks--enough for you to have your dad talk to Cyclone and get the penalty dropped. You care that he doesn't usually get invited to group hangouts outside of The Hard Deck and have deemed yourself the official Hangman-inviter. You care that he likes rom-coms but doesn't like to admit it--so you pretend to suggest them all on your own.
"What can I do?" Jake asks, tenderly reaching up to swipe his knuckles across your cheek.
You lean into his touch, lean into his calloused fingers, and let your eyes fall shut softly.
"Fuck me," you whisper.
He nods, brows furrowed.
"I can do that," he whispers to you.
And all at once, things are happening. He's bracing his forearms beneath your ass and you're wrapping your legs around his hips. You're kissing and panting, tugging at the hems of each others shirts and leaving a trail of discarded clothing on the stairs as he carries you to his bedroom. And then he's laying you down on the bed, tugging your pants off without breaking your kiss, swallowing every precious noise that your mouth makes. He loves those sounds, loves the way they feel on his lips.
Then, after a few more minutes of kissing and petting and shedding, you're both naked.
You're lying flat on your back in his dark bedroom against his cold sheets, your eyes bleary with pleasure as he stands over you. He's naked except for the silver chain on his neck, his cock pressing thickly against his thigh. You're both flushed all over, both silently letting your eyes graze over each other's bodies.
Without another word, he reaches for you. He's careful with you as he first sinks his fingers down on your cunt--very carefully grazing your lips and gathering the wetness that has grown there. And he's just gazing down at you, treasuring that little crinkle between your brows and that twitch in the meat of your thighs. And when his fingers slip over your clit, he keens at the way your chest rises off the bed, at the way you inhale your breaths so sharply.
It feels good--like overwhelmingly good. He knows how to touch you, he knows where to touch you. All of his movements are seemingly perfectly calculated, one finger rubbing lazy circles on your clit while the other pushes into you. He's gentle, pumping at the pace you desire, bringing his other hand to his own cock to relinquish some of the tension that has risen there.
There's no haste. You two still very obviously want each other, you two are still very obviously desperate for each other, but you're not in the locker-room on base anymore. You're here in Jake's dark bedroom and he's savoring every moment that his fingers are buried in you.
"Jake," you whisper, clenching his sheets.
"I know, baby," he coos softly, squaring his jaw as he picks up his pace just slightly, "I know. I'll get you there."
His words alone are making you quake, making your toes curl. But everything he's doing just feels so good, so perfect. You know you must be absolutely slick with anticipation, that his fingers are more than enough to push you over the edge. He knows this, too--which is why he stops suddenly.
"What--?" You pant, sitting up on your elbows.
But Jake is just pressing his fingers against your mouth, the ones that had just been inside of you. And you're taking them without hesitation, a mutual sense of trust aiding in your malleability.
His eyes are dark as he watches you suck his fingers clean of your arousal, as you swirl your tongue along his fingertips. But they're not dark in a way that frightens you--they're lustful and adoring.
So when he lowers to his knees, when he hooks your knees over his shoulders and scoots you to the end of the bed, you don't shy away from him. You lay back on the bed, kiss each of his fingers and let them settle against your right nipple, and blink up at his ceiling.
When his tongue first circles your clit, you cry out, back arching off the bed. And because his hand is already there, he lets his palm lie flat in the middle of your chest, and pushes you back down against the mattress.
You taste just like he thought you would, very sweet and earthy on his tongue, and he can't think of any other place that he would rather be than hear between your quivering legs. He lets his tongue run across your slick folds and settle comfortably on your silky clit, lapping at it languidly as you writhe above him.
"Jake, that's so good," you manage to whimper, gasping as he hums against you.
"Want you to cum," he mumbles against you. "Cum for me, Wisty."
You're mewling, grasping for anything to hold you down to the bed as an impossibly tight coil springs in your belly. You can hardly catch your breath, can hardly keep your hips from bucking, when he reaches out to take your hands. It's a simple gesture, one that anyone in the world could do, but you are grateful for it. You dig your nails in his skin and he just holds you right back.
Maybe it's the sheer intimacy of it all that pushes you over the edge finally--or maybe it's because Jake is just that damn good with his tongue--but you nearly black out when you cum.
And because he cares about you, because he really does want you to feel good and be good, he coaxes you through it all. He holds your hands tight, keeps a flat palm to your chest so you don't come completely off the bed, laps up every bit of your nectar without overstimulating you.
And then he kisses his way up your legs, over your precious thighs and hips, all up your belly and between your breasts. Then he kisses up the column of your throat, nipping very lightly, bringing his hands to softly knead your breasts.
When his face finally hovers yours, when you're blinking up at him with bleary and glassy eyes and wet eyelashes and bitten lips, he feels like he's going to blurt something out that he might regret any other time.
"That was...nice," you whisper, voice trembling.
Truthfully, that was the best orgasm you've ever had.
"Nice, huh?" He laughs that pretty laugh, carefully pressing your hair behind your ears and letting his hand linger against your cheek.
"Didn't want you to get a big head," you meekly answer, smiling weakly.
The smile that tugs on his lips is one of utter fondness--one that usually prefaces sweet nothings. So you lean up and press your mouth on his, your lashes fluttering shut in tandem. The kiss is slow and sweet, very different than the clashing of tongue and teeth downstairs.
He slowly lowers his bare body on top of yours, pressing every surface of his skin against you, letting his cock rest against your hip. It feels good just to be this close to each other, just to be kissing each other with such sweetness.
"I really like you," Jake murmurs against your mouth.
And even if he's had a couple of beers, he knows that's not why he says it. He says it because he means it, because his cock is pressing against you, because he can still taste you on his tongue.
You thought your head would be spinning in this post-orgasm euphoria, but it's not. You feel everything is crystal clear as you rest your forehead against Jake's, as you swipe your thumbs cross his cheek softly. Affection is sitting very heavy on your body now, similar in weight to Jake.
"I really like you, too," you whisper.
You two have the good sense to use a condom this time, which hardly interrupts the flow of things, not when your blood is running so hot for each other.
He hovers you, relishing in the feeling of your legs coming up to wrap around his hips, relishing in your skin beneath his palms and your half-lidded eyes looking up into his. He's lined himself up perfectly, desperate to feel your warm walls around him, but then he pauses and stills--just like last time.
He reaches down, less hesitant than he was before, and lets his hand rest on your cheek. If you were another girl, one he didn't know very well, maybe he'd press his thumb into your mouth and have you suckle as he fucked you. But he merely strokes the soft skin of your cheek. And then you turn just slightly, just enough to press your lips against the pad of his thumb in the most tender kiss he's ever been given.
"You want this?" He asks, his voice strained.
You nod, leaning into his touch. Jake feels like no one has ever trusted him enough to lean into the palm of his hand like this--it feels good. It feels really, really good.
"Yes," you whisper quietly. "I want you."
𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦
that gif is my entire note. that's all. I'm deceased. goodbye now, world.
here is my tag list!!
also would the world want another part of this?? maybe when iceman...dies...or something angsty like that?
#Jake Seresin is a sour patch kid fr#first he's sour#then he's sweet#jake hangman x y/n#jake hangman x reader#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin x you#jake smut#hangman x reader#hangman seresin x reader#hangman seresin#hangman top gun#hangman angst#hangman x you#top gun hangman#hangman x y/n#hangman imagine#hangman au#top gun maverick#hangman series#jake hangman imagine#jake hangman fic#jake seresin angst#jake seresin blurb#jake seresin fluff#jake seresin x y/n#jake seresin fic
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💗Blossom! Commander and the leader! 💙Bubbles! She's the joy and laughter!
💚Buttercup! They are the toughest fighter!
Powerpuffs save the day!! Fighting crime, trying to save the world! Here they come just in time!~ ✨ The POWERPUFF GIRLS!! ✨
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Ah yes, nostalgia time!
Here's my take on the Powerpuff Girls.
💗HEADCANONS💗
🌸Blossom - Asexual Lesbian Age: 14
🌊Bubbles - Pansexual Age: 15
🍀Buttercup - Non Binary / AroAce Age: 15
This is for yet another nostalgia reviving AU, i made one for Care Bears, Strawberry Shortcake, Tom and Jerry, and now
THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!
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The AU is called
Powerpuff Girls: Sweet n' Sour
The usual PPG motive, The powerpuffs are in their teens, and they still have their superpowers, and they fight crime, but they know that not every person is a criminal, and deserves redemption
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So yeah, hope you like my versions of these geezers
#powerpuff girls#blossom utonium#bubbles utonium#buttercup utonium#powerpuff girls: sweet n sour#powerpuff girls: sweet n' sour au#ppg: sns au#ppg#ppg au#ppg: sns#powerpuff girls au#ppg blossom#ppg bubbles#ppg buttercup#my interpretation#my designs#my design#my au#au#aus#my aus#au design#au designs
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some single candies (plus sugar bee <3)
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Castles Crumbling 💍👻
I think the castle is going to crumble today at the Chiefs game (which btw is at the LA Sofi Stadium, what an interesting coincidence)
“Coffee at midnight” -> “That’s that me ESPRESSO” -> Sabrina’s Short n Sweet -> Olivia’s SOUR -> Julia Cooper’s SWEET N SOUR (which I think uses the cardigan metaphor to describe Taylor’s duality; Taylor the brand vs Taylor the person) -> Sabrina's Taste (sweet and sour are flavors) -> the secret menu in the 5th 🎃 message (which is abt the mass coming out movement) -> the Short n Sweet Cafe in NYC being from Sept 27-29 -> Sept 27 being World’s Biggest Coffee Morning -> Sept 29 being when the castle will crumble -> the Short n Sweet cafe being 1989 moonstone blue 🩵 -> “Some guy said my aura’s moonstone” -> Bejeweled mv ending scene where Taylor’s castle crumbles -> Chappell’s Coffee and My Kink Is Karma -> Taylor mysteriously going missing while Chappell burned down the castle at the VMAs -> Hayley Williams, who collabed w Taylor on Castles Crumbling, wearing a Vivienne Westwood dress that looks very similar to Taylor’s yellow dress in Bejeweled -> “The best ppl in life are free” -> Clean/Is It Over Now? -> Karlie and Hayley Williams both being in Paris this last week -> Young Woman and the Sea being abt a woman who competed at the 1924 Paris Olympics and shattered glass ceilings (ginger messages) -> The Paris Olympics opening ceremony which featured a headless Marie Antoinette in a castle that looks like it's burning bc of all the pyrotechnics -> Taylor dressing as Marie Antoinette in Bejeweled bc her fans are abt to figuratively behead her for rejecting Travis's proposal at the game today
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#all the pieces were right there i just had to put them together#tayvis breakup#coffee#gaylor#gaylor swift#kaylor#sweet n sour#pumpkin#taste#9/29#9/27#castles crumbling#karlie kloss#moonstone#moonstone vinyl#bejeweled mv#espresso#hayley williams#vivienne westwood#yellow#rabbit hole#mass coming out theory#paris olympics#marie antoinette#young woman and the sea#chappell roan#vmas 2024#ginger#paris#kc chiefs
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no one's gonna talk abt
'i founded the club she's heard great things about' (taylor swift, so long london)
'i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you' (olivia rodrigo, deja vu)
'he's funny now, all his jokes hit different, guess who he learnt that from?' (sabrina carpenter, taste)
#i couldve found the spotify lyrics to all of these to make it look pretty and aesthetic but was i bothered? no#sabrina carpenter#taste#short n sweet#lyrics#taylor swift#so long london#the tortured poets department#ttpd#olivia rodrigo#sour#deja vu
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M E ME ME ♡ | x
#taylor swift#the eras tour#taylornation#taylorswift#sabrina carpenter#sweet n sour#sweet and sour tour#surprise songs#new orleans night 2
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METROPOLIS NEW SWEETHEART!!
The camera loves him and he loves the camera!
In our latest issue you can read an interview we'd with Luthor's youngest son!
Enjoy new content where we ask the most asked questions people keep wondering about Daniel Luthor.
#melo's art#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny fenton#sweet n sour grapes au#All of the colors clash and that's the point#:3c he is supposed to look mismached when in civilian clothes so he looks put together when using his hero costume!!
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hot girls love livbrina 💜💋
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"Blood! Blood! Gallons of the stuff!"
Hello there! You can call me smiley, rot, or cherry! I go by he/she pronouns preferably and i have autism, ADHD, and BPD!
^ sonas reference sheets! ^
Commision info
Some things you should know about me:
I am very hesitant with making new friends and meeting new people. I prefer if people didn't randomly dm me and ask to be friends, especially if we rarely talk.
Along with autism, adhd, and bpd, im also hypersexual. I may suddenly make suggestive/nsfw jokes, so if this discomforts you, please tell me!
Most conversations i hold are about some of my obscure interests/fixations. If this were to annoy you, I'd reccomend not interacting too much with me.
My biggest comforts are fleshcore/meatcore, frutiger aero, microsoft windows, and analog horror when it comes to vibes/aesthetics.
I have recently started resorting to pet regression as a coping mechanism!
Interests:
Incredibox
Sparklecare
Windowshumans
Sweet n sour
Eddsworld
Robots 2005
And more!
"Give them all that they can drink and it'll never be enough!"
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A small edit i did of the Powerpuff Girls
and yes, in the stylized AU version :3
It's also to CELEBRATE getting 1,000+ FOLLOWERS, seriously tysm!!✨
THE EXTRAS/NON VHS VERSION
And the original image
Enjoy : D
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