#sparkly distraction

[glittergroovy]

[2isted-chocol8-art]

They aren't listening

-> More Outer Wilds Art!

[columboscreens]

columbo - forgotten lady

[xxplastic-cubexx]

bro the feminine wiles aren’t even a joke like. im with that anon who thought hellfire gala charles was a woman when they first saw him bc same, that design is insaaaane (/pos). how could u not think that when u see it lmfao. idk whose choice it was to give him a corset but the hourglass figure + female coded jawline combo do not lie. i saw it on pinterest and i was like ohhh don’t lie to me i know an anime girl when i see one- WAIT PROFESSOR X????

and that’s not even to mention movieverse charles ofc. we’ve all seen james mcavoy and his big sparkly kawaii anime eyes, i shouldn’t have to say it. charles xavier is never beating the allegations, i fear

gonna need this ask hung in the louvre i fear

[florallylly]

steve harrington kissing booth but when eddie munson gives him a dollar he just bites steve's cheek

[chronicallydragons]

did you know you can just put edible luster dust in pretty much any drink? And then just magical fantasy portal your way to hydration? I just had sparkly gatorade. it looked like a healing potion. essence of unicorn horn and pixie dust and HYDRATION

[cuerdacier]

my nan and i have been conspiring because we both want to watch elvis '68 comeback special deluxe edition dvd on christmas day but we don't think my parents will let us

[sparklyslug]

Don’t be fooled by her tattoos and Fall Out Boy concert t, local grandpa is listening to her Bruce Springsteen Faves playlist and watching Columbo at the gym

[mxlooker]

oh yeah i forgot to tell y'all i got sparkly boots with, uh, the highest heels i've worn in y e a r s. a whole 4 inch heel !!!! they're surprisingly comfortable ANDDD they were on sale :3

[creekfiend]

hewwo! I was going through your disco elisco tag and wondered - what is it about miss oranje disco dancer that you love so much?

what's not to love idk she's a mess. hot mess rep

[shadowspirez]

You’re cooler than like. A whole jar of rocks.

gasppp!!

you're cooler than liiike, a really pretty glittering gemstone 💎✨️

[thelastspeecher]

which rock word has the best artistic pizzazz? I’m a fan of “striation” personally, which I don’t even think is technically a rock word, but the hell do I know

Anyway, actual rock question: how come some rocks by the ocean are like, weirdly porous? they’re just like, 98% hole and 2% rock (I think I’m talking about volcanic porous rock, specifically)

(bonus question, because it’s a Friday: what is your favorite geologist pun?)

"Striation" is a rock-related word! Striations refer to these stripey things present in plagioclase, a kind of feldspar! They're very useful for distinguishing plagioclase from orthoclase, a different kind of feldspar that lacks striations but sometimes has exsolution lamellae (wiggly worm-looking things). The picture below is a close-up of the striations.

In terms of pizzazz-y rock-related words...well I guess "exsolution lamellae" is pretty good. But there's another word that comes to mind, and it's one that my roommate pointed out is Quite Excellent back when we were in college and they were helping me study for geology exams.

Graywacke!

Pronounced "gray-wacky", it refers to a specific kind of sandstone. Here's a picture of a graywacke. It might look just sort of like a rock, but that doesn't make it less pizzazz.

(And for shiggles, here's a picture of some exsolution lamellae in some orthoclase.)

As for your question about porous rocks by the ocean, I have an answer!

You are correct that those particular rocks are volcanic. Multiple kinds of extrusive igneous rocks (rocks that form from lava cooling on the Earth's surface) can have those pores in them, but there are two particular kinds of rocks that always have that texture: pumice and scoria.

We refer to that porous texture as a vesicular texture; the pores and gaps in the rock are vesicles. Extrusive igneous rocks develop a vesicular texture when they cool so quickly that gas bubbles trapped inside the lava cannot escape before the rock fully cools. Pumice and scoria in fact cool so quickly that the lava doesn't even have time to form crystals! That's also the case for obsidian, aka volcanic glass, though obsidian doesn't have that vesicular texture to it.

Fun fact: Pumice is so vesicular, so full of these trapped gas bubbles, that it will float in water! Scoria, though also vesicular, is denser and thus will not float.

Here's a picture of some pumice for you.

And here's some scoria.

Now, my favorite geology pun...

Honestly, I'm very fond of using "schist" (a very sparkly metamorphic rock) instead of "shit". Though that's definitely at least in part due to the fact I didn't swear until halfway through college lmao. I had to get creative with my euphemistic swears.

(And here's some schist for you to admire. I specifically pulled up garnet schist, you're welcome.)

[satelliteddt]

seth rollins is just sooooo kitty coded

[soleilapproves]

Boxer!Sukuna who makes you kiss his gloves before his match for good luck.

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His team had left the locker room and it was just the two of you now. You were sitting on a bench while he organized his bag. “I didn’t know you got so many freebies from your sponsorships.” In your hand, was a brand new boxing shoe that he received from UnderArmor for a sports shoot campaign.

“Eh, they’re not really what I need in the actual matches but I use them during training cause I don’t wanna waste ‘em,” he mumbled. He seemed to be more on edge than usual. During his last match, he lost by a landslide, having a sour taste in his mouth from the experience. He blamed you because you weren’t there to kiss his glove prior to the match.

You turn to look at him staring down at his gloves.

“Sukuna.”

“Yeah?” He turned to look at you. No smiles, just a deadpan expression. You walked towards him and held his face in your hands. You could tell he was nervous about the fight even though he had won so many before.

“Honey, what’s on your mind?” Your voice was sincere and comforting for him. “What if I’m in a slump? My last match was so bad. I’ve never lost like that. What if I’m on a losing streak now?”

You get on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. “Sukuna, you’ve worked hard have you not?” He nods. “And you feel like you’ve trained well this time.” He nods again. “Then why are you so worried? Is it because you were distracted last time?”

He sighs and wraps his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck in the process. “Look, I don’t know if you think it’s weird but when I see you outside the ring, I feel like I have a reason to win. It drives me to fight better. I had a really shitty day last time and when I didn’t see you I just didn’t feel like giving my all.”

Your heart felt like it was being torn to pieces after seeing your husband sulk. “I just felt burnt out. I was hoping that once I saw you then I’d feel better.”

You hugged him tighter and kissed his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Sukuna, I promise I’ll never do that again.” You start rubbing your hand up and down his back in hopes to calm him down right before his match.

“Kiss my gloves for me?” he asks as he pulls away. You nod. He takes his boxing gloves out and places them in your hands. You leave a delicate kiss on each of them, your gloss leaving a small sparkly stain. He takes them from your hand and kisses them on the same spots as you did, maintaining eye contact with you throughout. “You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” he says as he strokes your head.

You show him a teethy grin and nod.

“And you’re mine.” Your reply made him smash his lips to yours. “I’ll be sure to win now that you’re here.” He mumbled against your lips.

—

No thoughts. Just boxer!sukuna

[buff-electra-truther]

My favorite genre of tour pics are *adorable Mykalectra front and center* *Joule’s increasingly scrunkly leg a little bit to the left*

[rafesangelita]

⊹₊⟡⋆♡ “have you ever tried this one?” in which kook!sweetheart!reader convinces rafe to take her to go see one of her favorite artists, and as a ‘thank you’ she and rafe have to do whatever position sabrina demo’s for her song “juno”..

warnings: fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, breeding kink (?)

a/n: so sad because i didn’t get to see sabrina on tour, and she has had me in the meanest chokehold lately :( click this link to see what position i’m referring to <3

when the dates dropped for sabrina’s ‘short n’ sweet’ tour, rafe wasted no time in buying you two tickets. of course, you didn’t know this and begged him for weeks until he finally told you yes, your flight and hotel room already booked for a nice little weekend getaway. rafe helped you make your concert outfit, both of you spending hours on the whole ensemble. the end result was absolutely stunning and rafe couldn’t stop taking pictures of you.

he posted one on the night of the concert, captioning it ‘my little popstar princess <3’ and you two were off to the stadium. while you knew wearing sparkly white platform boots wouldn’t be the best choice to walk in, you stuck it through, and as soon as the lights dimmed and the music started, any kind of discomfort you felt had melted away as you were far too distracted singing along to every song that boomed through the venue.

babydoll lingerie top with pink fluffy trim, dedazzled stockings, glittery makeup, your hair freshly done, rafe swore you never looked prettier. even though he was against wearing anything that sparkled, he decided to wear a plain pink t-shirt to match with you in his own little way. he kept his arms wrapped around your waist as you two sung, having learned the lyrics to every song since you insisted on being in charge of the aux cord whenever you two were in his truck.

eventually, you two were swaying softly, rafe’s chin resting in the curve of your neck as you stroked the skin of his arm. “thank you for bringing me here.” you smiled up at him, connecting your lips as the intro to ‘juno’ started playing. rafe hummed, leaning down so you could hear him. “you know i had to bring you, baby.. what do you say you thank me another way when we get back to our room?” your cheeks heated as you laughed softly.

“yeah, i’d like that,” you pecked his cheek, “how about we do the position she does for the song?” rafe smiled, both of you fixing your attention on the stage. you waited with anticipation, your heart beating in your ears when she bent over and touched her toes. rafe cheered, making you laugh as he couldn’t wait to get you back to the hotel. luckily for him, there was only a few more songs left before the show ended and the two of you rushed out of there.

it wasn’t long after you two walked through the door that rafe had your boots thrown in a forgotten corner, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he took you roughly from behind. you struggled to keep your hands placed on your perfectly pedicured toes, your knees threatening to give out from under you while rafe thrusted into you at an unforgiving pace. “holy fuck, you’re taking it so fuckin’ good, gorgeous, ‘might just let you get off your tippy toes and put you on your back instead.”

you cried out, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as his pelvis smacked against the back of your ass. “can’t, rafe!” you shrieked, nearly doubling over before your boyfriend reached down and grabbed your arms, holding you by your wrists as you hung helplessly from his grip. he was fucking you stupid, and your lack of thoughts was proof of it. you couldn’t think, the feeling of rafe’s cock stroking that soft gummy spot inside of you made you whimper pathetically.

finally, you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, your knees meeting the carpeted floor. rafe picked you up, cursing under his breath as he encouraged you to get back in position. “promise i’ll have you in bed soon, pretty, you could hold out for me, yeah?” you shuddered, looking at him from behind your shoulder with that fucked-out gaze he loved so much. you had tears in your eyes, your body glitter still sparkling under the soft lighting.

giving him a little nod, you reached down once again, holding onto your ankles for dear life as rafe circled an arm under your hips, holding you up as his fingers started working on your clit. “oh!” you were in hysterics, your blood rushing to your head as he landed a harsh smack to your backside. “come on, baby, ‘wanna feel this pussy squeeze around me.” you moaned at his words, your orgasm just in arm’s reach as rafe’s thrusts grew uncalculated. “rafe?” you could barely speak, the band in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

“talk to me.” he groaned, teetering the edge of pure euphoria. “make me juno?” you giggled for a split second, the insinuation only turning rafe on even more. “fuck, yeah? ‘want me to fill you up, give you a baby?” you let out a distorted “mhmm!’, the two of you gasping when your highs took you both to cloud nine. rafe pulled you back up, your chest rising and falling while your legs shook with your orgasm. pressing wet kisses to your neck, rafe did exactly as he said, his hips stuttering as hot, thick ropes of cum painted your velvety walls.

you two stayed like this, pressed against one another until your breathing slowed, the aftershocks subsiding before rafe laid you both down in bed. “we should have a ‘short n’ sweet’ themed baby shower.. we could serve espressos.” rafe laughed, draping an arm over your tummy. “we’ll see.” he hummed. your eyes fluttered shut as you breathed him in, his cologne still heavy on his skin. “you know what we should try when we get back home?” rafe traced shapes into your side, mumbling a ‘what’s that?’

“pink fuzzy handcuffs.”