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I am officially 23. 🍾
#scorpio venus#hypergamy#makeup#black girls in luxury#libra#Scorpio#luxury 111#birthday#self care#model#black woman in luxury#tampa bay rays#tampa bay area#florida#luxury black girl#alt aesthetic#alt black girl#nyc#miami#Spotify
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💫 Sexy Is a State of Mind 💫
Confidence, charisma, and self-love—these are what make you truly sexy. It’s not just about how you look; it’s about how you feel. Embrace your inner beauty and let it shine through!
#tampa models#st pete model#beauty from within#makeup artist#body positivity#female empowerment#love yourself#confidence is key
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I’ve been doing great
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30 more minutes in line 😭😭 we're the third in our line tho bc we are powerful
#i really dont mind the waiting and standing#i don't even completely mind the heat#im more hot than i would like to be but its not awful#it's more the sun beating down that's been bothering me today#and im worried about sweating through my shirt or off my makeup 😭😭😭#eras tour tampa#the eras tour#eras tour#tampa 3
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💚⚜️💜Mardi Gras Makeup!!!!💜⚜️💚
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#clothes#clothes designer#clothing#fashion#makeup#tampa#karendrucker#peace#grateful#gratitude#apparel#freedom#abundance#Glinggow#glinggowluxurywear#Spotify
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His Own Little Secret
Louis was laughing happily in a bar, voice still a little scratchy, and comfortably cross faded.
He and the guys had been lucky enough to have a bit of a break between shows, and they just so happened to be in Tampa, so they spent the day lounging on a yacht just off the coast, enjoying drinks and a bit of weed, before they came back to shore to party for the night.
They had decided against going to one of the more exclusive clubs, mostly because they all spent the day out on the water, and none of them were willing to clean up and dress up to get in. Instead, with a bit of research, they found a hole in the wall spot that was full, but not packed, and most, if not all, of the patrons didn’t seem to know or care who he was.
He was sitting in a booth, facing the door, sipping on his Vodka Redbull when the door opened, and a small group of girls filtered through. They seemed to share his and his band’s sentiments, if not to a more extreme level, as he could still see the straps of their swimsuits under their still-damp clothes.
The girls were fit, but relatively unremarkable, so he tuned back into the story that Oli was telling. Oli had just gotten to the good part when they passed back behind his booth once more, and one of them caught his eye.
She wasn’t his type, really. He tended to go for the overly thin, leggy, model types for a one-off, and with his son and his tour, he hadn’t had anything deeper than that in a long while.
She was thin, sure, but in a sporty way, with strong, slim legs and a tight little ass that he took a moment to admire as she walked with her friends in search of a booth. Her hair was pulled on top of her head in a long, curly ponytail, and her skin was sunkissed, cheeks a little pink (from a sunburn or alcohol, he didn’t know).
She was cute.
She wasn’t really his type.
But something about her made the cogs in his intoxicated brain spin. There was something about her…
He stared, unabashedly for a moment (luckily without her noticing) before one of the guys took notice.
“Which one?” Michael asked, tipping his head in their direction.
“Oh,” Louis answered, dropping his eyes from her, and tracing the condensation from his glass that left a ring on the dirty table, “it’s nothing.”
“It’s obviously something,” he muttered back, squinting into the group, like that might help, “been staring for longer than you ought to.”
“One of them is just familiar, I think…” he trailed off, staring her down for a brief moment before it clicked.
“Shit! I got it!” He exclaimed, slightly too loud, “she was at the show last night, second row of seats, looked like she hated it.”
Luckily, the din of conversation in the room covered for his shouting.
More often than not, Louis didn’t fixate on one or a few people at his shows, but something about this girl had caught his eye enough to make him check back a few times, and she genuinely did not seem to be enjoying herself, like, at all.
He honestly didn’t have anything against her if she did hate it, or hate him, but something in him wanted to be a little shit. He wanted to go bother her and get to the bottom of it.
Louis moved to get up, but Michael stopped him, “Where are you going, asshole?” He asked, somewhat fondly.
“Gonna talk to her.”
“You just said she didn’t like you, mate.” Michael was a voice of reason. We all need friends like Michael.
Louis was, admittedly, a little drunk, but he got up anyways, and Michael didn’t actually stop him.
As he approached, she caught his eyes, and blinked a few times, seemingly trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
“Hello,” Louis led with, only to be met with silence, as she looked back to one of her friends desperately. Her eyes were brown, and it seemed that she had at least put on eye makeup to make her doe eyes pop before coming to the bar. It was light and simple, but it made her eyes hypnotic. Louis didn’t think brown eyes could be that enticing.
He waited patiently while the girls communicated silently before one of them pushed her towards him and walked away.
“I’ll go on if you want me to, love.” Louis said, taking a sip from his drink, “but I’d love to buy you a drink and find out why you didn’t like the show last night.”
Her already pink cheeks darkened a shade, and she nodded silently.
Mixed signals at best.
She truly hated him, but she wanted a free drink?
He was a bit confused (he’d blame it on the alcohol), but followed her to the bar like a lost puppy anyways.
“Hey D, what are you - what the actual fuck?!?” A girl leaning against the bar began to greet her before she spotted him.
Louis watched as the back of her head bobbed up and down silently.
This girl, it seemed, was a much bigger fan of his, as she gave him a beaming smile and reached her hand out around her friend, who she had called “D.”
“Louis,” she greeted, a little breathless, “my name is Eliza, it’s actually kinda crazy to meet you. We just watched you play last night.”
Louis took her hand in his and shook it for a moment, “I know.”
“You know?” She said, a little too loudly, “what the hell does that mean.”
“You guys were close, right? Just past the pit?”
Eliza’s cheeks flamed red, and the other girl, the one who initially caught his attention, used the distraction to slip away.
“Yeah… we were.”
“So what brings you here?” He asked, tipping back his drink and swallowing the last bit. He waved at the bartender and pointed at his empty glass with a kind smile.
“Okay, sure…” the girl narrowed her eyes at him, “but I feel like I should be asking you that.”
“Smart girl,” Louis touched a finger to his temple, tilting his head to the side, “I’m here because I had a show yesterday.”
The girl laughed a little too loudly, “I know that. I was there, remember? What I meant was, why are you following D to the bar?”
“Oh,” Louis said, nodding to the bartender as he handed him another drink, “I just wanted to figure out why she didn’t like the show.”
Eliza’s reaction was almost comical. Her eyes widened, and she pursed her lips in a cartoonish manner. Louis was fairly certain that if she had taken a sip of her drink, she would have spit it on him.
“What the hell do you mean?”
She only paused long enough to turn and look at her friend before looking back.
“No. No. D’s just shy and has major crowd anxiety. She loved the show. She was one of the ones that really wanted to go. Paid for some of our tickets and all.”
“Oh.” Louis said, a bit dumbfounded. It made sense. Why would she have been so far up if she hated him. No way the tickets were cheap.
“She honestly doesn’t want to be here either,” Eliza tipped back her drink, “funny how all this worked out.”
Louis agreed, tapping the rim of his glass to hers gently, “too right, you are.”
They both watched her for a moment as she stood with their friends. She was smiling, only slightly, as one of their friends made a dramatic display of throwing darts at a dart board, “I’m gonna talk to her, yeah. At least apologize for judging her too quick.”
“Go easy on her, please.” Eliza said, putting a hand on his shoulder, “she really does love you, and if you’re an ass, it’ll ruin her more than most others.”
Louis was mock offended, pointing to himself, “me? An ass? Never.”
They laughed together for a moment before he more sincerely muttered, “of course I’ll go easy on her.”
She gave him a beaming smile as he walked over to where the girl, who’s name he still didn’t know… perhaps it was Dee?
“Slipped away from me there, love.” He announced his presence as he approached from behind. She turned to look at him, eyes wide and a bit panicky.
“Can we talk?” He made sure to keep his voice as quiet as he could, gentle, approachable.
The longer he was in her presence, the more he felt like he was unprepared to handle whatever mental turmoil she had going on. She reminded him a bit of a flighty deer, or maybe a rabbit.
So he didn’t expect what happened next. He didn’t expect a small, cool hand to be thrust in his direction with the silent command of, “follow me.”
Despite his better judgment, he took her hand, and glanced back at his group one more time before following her out the door of the bar.
He halfway expected for her to stop there, with the night air blowing around them, but she didn’t. Keeping his hand in hers, and staying half a step ahead, she led him on a quick, albeit questionable, walk.
They passed through an alleyway, and between some fences that he was almost certain was private property, before he found himself on a quiet beach.
She paused to take off her sneakers and socks, picking them up and holding them in her hand before stepping into the cold sand.
Honestly, the sea at night was not one of Louis’s favorite things. What was once a beautiful, shimmering blue-green, was now an angry, churning of inky black.
She dropped to the ground, sitting in the sand and pulling her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around them and rested her head on her knees as she looked up at him, a bit wide eyed.
Louis stood, probably looking stupid, for a moment before he joined her, looking out at the water.
There was a silence between them, for a minute or two. It probably would have been uncomfortable, if not for the weed and alcohol in his system. At the present, he was happy to sit next to a pretty girl on the beach.
After a bit, she spoke, voice hesitant and barely audible over the waves, “I didn’t hate the concert. I promise.”
And, God, did Louis feel like a dick.
“I know, love,” he attempted to soothe, “your buddy sorted it all out for me.”
He watched out of the corner of his eye as she deflated, body relaxing, grabbing a fistful of sand and allowing it to slip between her fingers.
“So, tell me about you, then,” he keeps his voice light.
He doesn’t know why, but he wants to talk to her. He wants her to feel comfortable in his presence.
She lets the shortest giggle escape her lips before meeting his gaze very seriously, “You cannot be asking me that.”
“What do you mean, love?”
“You are a rockstar. You have performed with the biggest boy band of all time. You have played venues all over the world. Shouldn’t you be telling me about yourself?”
It was the most words she had managed to string together, and it was sass. Louis was proud.
“That’s precisely why I want to know about you. You already know about me.” He paused for a moment, and when she didn’t speak, he prompted, “Start with your name.”
“Delilah…”
It seemed that all of the attitude drained out of her body and was replaced with nerves once more. Louis wanted to touch her - to calm her down in some way. In any other world, he wouldn’t be able to, but in the darkness, with the sound of the waves hitting the shore, he reached over and placed his hand on her shoulder, gently pulling her into his side.
She was stiff in his hold, but he didn’t relent, muttering a ‘keep going’ as he rubbed his tattooed hand up and down her bicep.
So she spoke.
She was in school, college, in the area, but was from another state. She didn’t allude to which, but Louis was fairly certain it was one of the southern ones based on her light accent.
She liked dogs, which Louis made sure to congratulate her on. Her favorite color was yellow, and Louis’s concert was the second concert she had been to.
The longer she spoke, the more she relaxed against him, and it felt good. Louis didn’t often like to admit that he wasn’t the biggest or strongest bloke around. Often, girls were about the same size as he was, but Delilah was quite petite, fitting perfectly against his form.
There was something about this girl, Louis thought, gazing into the night with a comfortable silence falling over them. She was relatively unremarkable. Sure, pretty enough, with killer hair, but she was just generally average. And it was a breath of fresh air. It felt like forever since he had met a girl that reminded him of home. But something about this girl did.
A girl in Tampa, Florida, of all places. A girl who could not be further from home. But for some odd reason, she felt a bit like home.
Louis had no idea how long they sat in the sand. He should have pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked, but he wasn’t willing to do anything that would disturb the precious bubble of peace that he had managed to find.
It wasn’t until she was shivering against him, the cool mist coming off of the sea doing nothing to help, that he decided that it was time to make their way back to the bar. He was certain that Oli was probably losing his shit looking for Louis, and he could only hope her friends were looking out for her.
“Okay, love,” he said, breaking the tentative silence, and giving her one more squeeze, “we should probably get you back to your friends.”
He reluctantly took his arm back and stood, offering a hand to help her stand.
When she stood, eyes sparkling in the light of the moon, Louis was overwhelmed with the urge to kiss her.
Quick. Just to see what it would be like.
But it had been a while since his last drink, and he had sobered up a bit.
And, with a sinking feeling, he knew. This was it. He would never see sweet Delilah again, and it wouldn’t be fair to her to do that. It wouldn’t be fair to make her think that there would ever be anything between them, even if she did brighten his mood substantially as the evening went on.
No. Instead of following his instincts, he pressed the softest kiss to her forehead, and clutched her hand a little too tightly as she showed him the way back to the bar.
When they got there, Oli was outside, pacing frantically as he made calls. As soon as he saw the pair coming towards him, he shook his head, said something into the phone, and hung up.
“Where the hell have you been?!” Oli scolded, “we have to be on the road in an hour!”
Louis just shrugged and let go of Delilah’s hand, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest.
She seemed to be struggling too, though, as she gave him a forced, closed lipped smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and started walking down the road.
A better man would have made sure she made it home safe.
A better man would have gotten her number so he could check on her in the morning.
Louis was pretty quiet for the rest of the night, even after they had boarded the bus, and were traveling at about 70 mph down the interstate. He sat quietly, nursing a mug of chamomile tea (which he honestly thought tasted terrible, but he needed to sleep).
When Oli asked what happened, he didn’t tell him. Delilah was his now. His own little secret that would stay tucked into his chest.
#louis tomlinson#louis tomlinson fanfiction#one direction fanfiction#louis tomlinson one shot#louis tomlinson x ofc#louis tomlinson x reader#meet cute#sorta#one shot
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Valentine's Day Game | C.C.
Summary: Going to Valentine's Day hockey game as friends. Only as friends, of course, and nothing else. 😉
I changed it a little bit cause I had an idea pop in my head, and I really like it. Sorry if it isn't what you envisioned.
Requested by: @adamcolesbaybay
"We are just friends," you reminded your friend for the hundredth time. She didn't believe you. It's just a hockey game that happened to be on Valentine's Day. This was no big deal. He has season tickets, and one of his friends backed out.
"Then why is my friend putting on makeup for a friendly outing?" Your friend asked, eyeing you suspiciously. She had a fair point. Makeup was a very rare occasion for you. Most of the time, you dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top. You opened your mouth to defend yourself yet checked the time.
"Would you look at that? I gotta go," you sang. Your friend rolled her eyes at you.
"This isn't over. I'll call you tomorrow. Have fun," she told you.
You hung up and finished getting ready in peace. After a few minutes, chimes rang from your alarm system to signal a visitor. You looked on the screen to see Christian walking towards your front door. You opened the door. "Surprise,"
"I could say the same for you," He moved his hands from behind his back. A bouquet of red roses appeared before you. He had a sheepish smile on his face. Your eyes widened in shock.
Friendship flowers, you immediately thought, definitely friendship flowers. Maybe it's a Canadian thing.
"They are beautiful," you gushed and grabbed the flowers from him. The smell of roses happened to be your favorite. "Come in. I'm going to put them in the vase,"
He stepped inside and followed you to the kitchen. You grabbed a vase from the cabinet and filled it with water. Your eyes wandered over to him. He was dressed in a long sleeve black shirt and jeans.
"Should I change? You look so prim and proper, and I'm dressed like a hockey fan," you laughed and looked down at your Tampa Bay Lightning jersey and jeans. You placed the flowers in the vase.
"You look fine, good, great even. You look great," he complimented, catching himself stumbling. Christian rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He tried to change the subject. "We should go,"
The drive to the arena was filled with excitement about the game. You noticed all his nervousness washed away when the two of you talked about similar interests. Both of your arms rested on the arm rest. Your fingers brushed together. Neither of you even bothered to move.
"And here we are," he spoke, pulling into a parking space. He looked at you, holding his gaze while you turned to look at him.
"Is there something on me?" You asked, pulling the car mirror down to check your face. Your makeup still looked flawless.
"Nah, I'm just really happy you agreed to go out with me," he answered softly. You could see the sincerity in his eyes.
The two of you walked inside the arena. The place was a little quiet, given that it was Valentine's Day. You stood in line to get drinks and snacks. He paid for you despite your insisting that you could pay for yourself. You promised you would pay for the food at the next game. He loved the sound of their being a next one.
The game was just about to start when you sat in your seats. You couldn't remember the last time you went to one this exciting. For a holiday of love, there were plenty of fights on the ice. The refs were certainly working for their paychecks today. Both sides seemed to be more focused on beating each other up than playing.
His eyes lit up, and he smiled every time you got into the match. Your arms rested on the armrest with your fingers close together once more. You shivered, feeling the spark from your fingers touching. He frowned and looked at you in concern.
"Are you cold?" He asked. You nodded, trying to recover from looking like a spaz. He moved his arm away from the armrest and pulled you close to him. He rubbed your upper arm as the two of you continued to watch the game. "Better?"
You could barely hear him with how loud your heart pounded in your chest. Maybe this wasn't two friends with some serious tension just enjoying a hockey game. Your face paled, realizing how blind you are, and nodded.
All the good morning and good night calls and texts. The witty banter and going back and forth. The comfort the two of you had at your body's touching. The way his eyes would linger on you and allow you to catch him watching you.
Here goes nothing!
You rested your head against his shoulder. He rested his head against yours. His lips brushed the top of your head. Your fingers locked together. His thumb traced small circles against your skin.
The two of you remained this way throughout the game, never wanting to part. When it was clear, the Tampa Bay Lightning was going to win the two of you left. You walked out of the arena hand in hand towards his car.
"You know, I think we could make a pretty great team. We should stick together," he smiled and leaned against his car. His hand letting yours go. You scrunched your nose and smiled.
"You belong in the penalty box for that one," you giggled and leaned against his car next to him. Your eyes locked, and the two of you kissed softly.
#fanfiction#aew fanfiction#christian cage x reader#christian cage fanfic#christian cage x y/n#christian cage x you#christian cage fanfiction#valentines day prompts
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IG @reyy.vuitton
#scorpio venus#hypergamy#makeup#nyc#self care#miami#luxury 111#florida#black girls in luxury#model#libra season#libra#rich black girls#elegance#tampa bay area#nurselife#happy halloweeeeeeen#miami beach#cathedral#black beauty#black is beautiful#roses#bouquet#bouquet of roses#i love you#111#manifestation#wife fantasy#pay#money
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Yesterday I had the honor of being a part of a beautiful, heartwarming day between a mother and daughter. After weathering storms together, the daughter surprised her mom with a special makeover & photoshoot to celebrate the dawn of a new chapter in their lives. Witnessing their unbreakable bond and the love in their hearts was a powerful reminder of the strength of family. Here's to new beginnings and the unforgettable memories we create together. 💕✨
#natural glam#soft glam#mature skin#clearwater makeup artist#tampa makeup artist#st pete bridal makeup artist#largo bridal makeup
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joey christmas
just a little imagine for the holidays coming up! btw very sorry of my incapability of writing smut, so this is just some fluff
i wrote this last night while studying for my psych final and you don’t know how bad i wants to write the words “joe” and “amygdala” in the same sentence.
The Bengals were hosting a holiday party the night before the guys had to leave for Tampa the next day. Joe mentioned it to you a couple days before but you kindly declined the offer since you had a crazy work overload. But now that it was the day of the party, you’ve had a disagreement with yourself. “Hi babe.” you said as you peered through the front door plopping your keys down and finding Joe watching film in the living room.
“Hi sweetheart. How was work?” He asked. “Eh. Same old. But I need a favor from you.” You started suggesting. “ Mhm.” Joe replied. “ Let’s go to the holiday party. And before you say it’s too last minute or too late then too bad!” You said in an accelerated tone.
“Be ready in 45 then.” He said with a sigh. It wasn’t a moody sigh, it was a sigh with emotion. He loved you, he wanted you to be happy, if going to a holiday party made you happy then so be it. “Yay but Babe please wear something nice” You giggled as you ran up the stairs. “ I always do!” Joe yelled.
You quickly showered and redid your makeup in the span of 30 minutes coming out of the bathroom to see Joe in the red suit he wore to the KC game two weeks ago. “ Baby you can’t wear that.” You sighed. “ Why the fuck not?” Joe asked. “ Because you just wore than two weeks ago to the same location.” You replied.
“Well I’ll throw on a santa hat if it makes you and the Tumblr girls happy.” He retorted. You knew it was too late to be arguing with him but as he slipped on his socks you couldn’t help but stare at those thighs caressed by the red silky fabric. Snapping out of your idleness to put on your Louboutins that matched perfectly with your velvety green dress hugging your figure especially your plumped ass.
“No more glute work for you.” Joe said while swatting you ass and applying kisses to your collarbone exposed by the off the shoulder dress feature. You immediately stated blushing
The drive to the stadium was a mixture of you staring at Joe’s scruff, humming to the new SZA album and talking about each others days. You two walked in hand in hand through the side entrance where the party was being held. The most cutest Christmas decor was added with hints of orange and black. You followed Joe around saying hi to everyone. “Oh my god is that a reindeer.” Joe asked. “ Oh my gosh it can’t be.” You replied in awe.
After some time of admiring the two “reindeers” in the middle of the hall you started talking to a few of your friends who were also wags. “ I’ll see you in a bit baby.” Joe said pressing a kiss to your temple.
After a night of pictures, socializing, lots of drinks and good food you decided to go ask Joe to leave. You spotted him exiting the bathroom. “Hey, time to head home yet?” you politely asked considering seeing Joe have a good time. “ Yeah, let’s go. Let me just go say bye to Coach really quick.” Joe yawned.
On the drive back, the positions switched. You didn’t see Joe’s eyes off you for even a second. “ You looked really gorgeous today you know.” Joe smirked laying his hand on your thigh. “Aw thanks honey.” You smiled. “Where’d you get that dress, it might just be my new favorite. “ Joe asked licking his lips. “ Last month in Miami; when I was with Clara for her bachelorette party.” You replied enthusiastically.
“Just wait till we get home.” Joe said giving you that look .
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Get to Know Me and My Obsession with KISS 🎸
1. Who is your favorite member?
Eric Singer
2. Who is your least favorite member?
Vinnie Vincent
3. Best album?
Destroyer
4. Worst album?
Animalize
5. Favorite song?
There are too many good ones
6. Say one nice thing about each member.
Gene- Super charming
Paul- Super charming
Peter- Super Sweet
Ace- Super Sweet
Eric C- Super funny
Eric S- Super nice
Bruce- Super funny
Tommy- Hot
Mark St. John- Super nice
Vinnie- Super nice
7. What do you dislike about each member?
Gene- Egotistical
Paul- Egotistical
Peter- Hateful
Ace- Spiteful
Eric C- Negative
Eric S- Negative
Bruce- Truthful
Tommy- Awkward
Mark St. John- Dumb
Vinnie- Idiot
8. How did you get into KISS?
Scooby-Doo And Kiss: Rock and Roll Mystery
9. Have you been to a concert?
I have been to nine. Fort Wayne on August 12, 2016, London on July 11, 2019, Tampa on October 9, 2021, KISS Kruise IX & X Sail Away, the indoor concerts, Indiana on November 25, 2023, and the KISS 2020 Goodbye show.
10. Do you have any merch?
Not nearly enough
11. Unique thing you have related to KISS?
I have a really long tongue like Gene Simmons. I was onstage with him in Anderson Indiana, but Gene kicked me off the stage for upstaging him
12. Who is/are your favorite lineup(s)?
Gene, Paul, Eric C, & Bruce
Gene, Paul, Eric, & Bruce
Gene, Paul, Eric, & Tommy
13. What's your favorite era?
Revenge Era
14. What are your opinions on Tommy and Eric?
Love them. They are a lot better than Peter and Ace (in my opinion)
15. A question you would ask the band if you could?
What was the idea behind the song “Take It Off”
16. What other bands/artists are you into?
Alice Cooper, Ghost, The Beatles, Elvis, Black n Blue, Union, ESP, Mötley Crüe, Liliac,
17. Do you have a KISSona?
The Catman
18. Who are some of your favorite blogs?
@2000-man1, @comets-nix, @tanookikiss, @sluttery-withoutshame, @catmansdrumsticks, @daddycatcriss, @eric-carr-the-fox, @ericsinger
19. If you could spend a day with one member who would it be?
Eric Singer
20. How would you explain the band to someone who isn't familiar with KISS?
KISS is an iconic rock band known for their elaborate stage makeup, flashy costumes, and energetic performances. Formed in the 1970s, they're recognized for hits like "Rock and Roll All Nite." Their unique personas, like Gene Simmons' Demon and Paul Stanley's Starchild, contribute to their larger-than-life image, making them a significant influence on the glam metal genre.
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Warning for horror, fast gifs, eyestrain(?), and gore(?) below cut!
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Howl-O-Scream stimboard
Event: @heartnosekid Halloween Day 30
Themes: Roller coasters, Halloween animatronics, Halloween makeup, Halloween food
Note: Not really a festival, but it was the best I could think of that wouldn't be practically doxxing myself, lol.
Song:
#horror#fast gif#fast gifs#eyestrain#gore#howl o scream#busch gardens#theme park#rollercoaster#animatronic#sfx makeup#halloween food#visual stim#stimmy#stimboard#stimblr#stim gifs#stim#fymo stims#heartnosehalloween#SoundCloud
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More Hecate Headcanons
She doesn't yell outside of singing. So when she's angry, she'll do what Michael Jackson did and just stare silently, judging.
There are no male features in any of her songs or albums. She says it's because they don't match her aesthetic
While her main genre is pop, she has dabbled in others like R&B, country, city pop, and more
Her nickname is the Goddess of Music
She was trained by a retired opera singer, who also happened to be her neighbor back in Tampa (I wasn't lying when I said she grew up rich)
Has never had or gotten her hair straightened. If she did, it'd be past her waist and to her knees.
Some of her most notable television roles include Bella in "Bella the Vampire Hunter", Alisha in "Elite Academy", and Katie in "Come As You Are"
Collects vintage designer shoes
Her likes are designer shoes, the color pink, romance novels, and newspapers
Has a five octave vocal range (like Mariah Carey)
Currently lives in Neo Domino but owns a home in her native Florida and in Hollywood
In addition to her clothing line Heca Gorgeous, she has a makeup and perfume line
@floof-ghostie @yukii0nna @shinkai14
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Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 23
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I wake up to the sun shining on my face and roll over to see a sleeping mark. I have class, so I press my lips on Mark's jaw before turning to get up to get ready but I feel Mark’s arms wrapped around me, pulling back into the bed.
“no don’t leave” mark mumbles sleepily, and I turned back to look at him. His eyes were starting to squint open, and a smile appeared on his face. I can’t help but smile back and let him pull me in closer. “ please come to Tampa.“ mark mumbles again
“ I would if I could babe“ I say, before nuzzling my face into his neck
“your parents would take you to Tampa so they could watch Ethan, just come for the weekend”
I pull my face away from his neck and look at him, he did make a good point, my parents probably would take me to Tampa since flying around the country in the states is a lot cheaper than Canada. I don’t think they would mind.
“ they’re driving me to class, so I’ll talk to them about it” I tell him and a smile beams across his face. “ actually maybe I shouldn’t” I say, remembering that I would have to be around Ethan a lot as I would be around his parents a lot and that is something I don’t think Mark is prepared for.
“ babe come on“ he says giving me puppy dog eyes
“I just don’t think you understand that I’ll have to be around Ethan a lot more than I’ll be around you in Tampa if I do go”
“ no, I understand. But Ethan and I are good now. I just don’t think I can be away from you for that long. I’m literally like addicted to you in the best way possible.“ mark says, followed by a laugh. I laugh along with him and press my lips to his.
“Okay, I’ll see what my parents say” I smile at him, “ I have to get ready now“ I say lightly pushing away from Mark, watching him give me a playful pout as I stand up from the bed.
I go over to the vanity and pull out my makeup bag, and I watch Mark get up from the bed to the mirror and make his way over to me. As I’m sitting, he comes over and wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind me and kisses the top of my head, “ you don’t need any of that“ he says, as I continued to pull out the makeup that I was going to use today
“ you are definitely the only one that thinks that” I say with a laugh, and he smiles and shakes his head
“ no, you are most definitely beautiful with or without the makeup” he says, making me blush.
“ stopppp” I whine as my cheeks continue to redden.
Mark winks at me before making his way to my bathroom. I hear the shower turn on and I looked down at my makeup before deciding to stand up and make my way across the hall to the bathroom as well.
When I get to the bathroom, Mark is just shutting the door, and I stop it with my hand, making him peak to see who is on the other side. He smiles wide when he sees it’s me on the other side of the door and then pulls the door open for me to enter.
“ you didn’t think to invite me?” I question him raising one of my eyebrows, and he just smirks back at me
“ if I knew you had time, I would have carried you in here with me” he says, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine, as we begin to make out.
We make out and waltz our way to the shower, only breaking the kiss to take off the shirt I was wearing and to step over the tub so we could stand in the shower. We continue to make out under the warm water as I feel Mark’s hand travel down my waist and make its way to my clit.
He rubs my clit in circular motions, making me moan into the kiss. His fingers then slide down, so he can enter two fingers inside of me. He immediately starts pumping two fingers in and out, and my lips detach from his. I rest my head on his shoulder as the motion around my pussy is so intense. He starts to slow down, and I trail my hands down his abs and onto his cock. I slowly start to pump him back-and-forth in my hand, and he releases his fingers from inside of me.
“fuck babe” he says, as he throws his head back
I continue to pump him until I bend down on my knees and he looks down at me. I look up at him and smirk before flipping my tongue back-and-forth on his tip. I hear him clear his throat before I begin sucking on the tip of his cock.
Mark, let’s out a slight moan as I begin to take him further and further in my mouth. I slide my lips back-and-forth along his shaft and quickly began to speed up until I’m bobbling my head. He pulls me by the hair back off his cock and I look up at him and smile, knowing he is close.
“ I need to fuck your pussy“ Mark says, and I stand up. Once I’m standing, I press my lips to his, and we begin to makeout once again. As we makeout, Mark turns and pushes me against the tile in the shower and I wrap one leg up around his waist so he can position his cock at my entrance.
“ please mark” I said as I felt him rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my split. He smirks before pushing himself inside of me, making me release, a louder moan with the intensity behind his thrust. “ oh, fuck, Mark!” i moan out as he thrust harder and faster inside of me. My finger nails, dig deep into his back the harder he thrusts.
“ fuck babe” mark moans, “are you close?“
“Y-yes” I moan as he continues to thrust hard inside of me. The intensity between us is much higher than usual and I don’t know why. His cock feels so good in and out of me and the bathroom just gets steamier and steamier. I go to moan again, but remember that my roommates are home and bite on to mark shoulder to muffle the noise, leaving my mouth.
“ I’m cumming Mark” I release my mouth from his shoulder to whimper as I release myself onto his cock.
“ oh fuck“ he moans again as I tighten myself around him, “ I’m going to cum, get on your knees” he says, pulling out of me and I obey him quickly dropping to my feet. Mark slaps his cock on my mouth twice as I open it, and he plunges himself in thrusting once or twice before holding my head in so his cock is in my throat. Mark then twitches, releasing himself and cumming down my throat.
I stand back up and press my lips to his, and he kisses me back passionately before I take soap and wash up a bit.
I left the bathroom before Mark, and entered back into my room to do my makeup. I threw my hair in a messy bun, just as Mark walked back into the bedroom. He didn’t bring a change of clothes so he was forced to wear the same thing he wore yesterday. I bit my lip, watching him through the mirror getting dressed. He’s so sexy I think to myself.
As I admire my boyfriend through the mirror, he catches me and smirks. “ if your parents were going to be here anytime soon, I’d have you pinned against the wall again” mark says, making me gulp.
I blush and stand up, making my way to my closet and pulling out some clothes, ignoring what Mark just said. He laughs, knowing I’m struggling.
After I get dressed, we make her way down to the kitchen and Mark begins making breakfast for both of us. I continue to admire him and stand up from the kitchen table to wrap my arms around his waist. He looks down at me and presses his lips to mine, but we were interrupted by the sound of knocking at my front door.
I pull away and make my way over to open the door as I knew it was my parents.
“ good morning sweetheart“ my mother says to me as her and my father walk into my house. I told him to follow me to the kitchen and that we’re just about to eat.
When we walk into the kitchen, Mark was setting up four plates on my kitchen table before making his way over, giving my mother a small hug and shaking my father’s hand as they all exchanged their good mornings.
“ good man“ my father says, looking at the table with breakfast for all of us, then smiling at Mark.
“ I didn’t know when you guys would be arriving so I figured I’d make enough for everyone just in case“ mark says we all sit at the table
“ oh, you didn’t have to” my mother says
“ so what time are you heading out?” my father asked Mark
“ I should be leaving here shortly too. I have practice before we head to the airport.“ mark answers
“ well we can drive you to practice“ my mother, says to mark
“ oh no, it’s no problem. I have to head home anyway and get my bags ready.“
“ well we will drive you home” my mother says
“ you guys seem to be attached to the hip” my father says not looking up at either of us, “ what are you guys going to do without each other?“ he continues, making my mother laugh
“ actually, I was going to ask you if- well- since you’re here for the weekend. and we aren’t really gonna be doing anything this weekend. If we could go to Tampa after my appointment on Thursday morning.” I ask cautiously
My father stops eating and looks over at my mother and she lets out a sigh. I think to myself. Oh no, I just started something I did not want to finish.
“ honey-“ my mother starts that looks like my father again, “you have school” she says
“ I can email my professors, besides my Thursday afternoon class in my Friday morning class are my easier classes that I haven’t even been failing or even close to feeling. Please I don’t just wanna watch Mark. I wanna watch Ethan too and I know, dad, you wanna watch Ethan too” I say, but my father shakes his head looking at his plate
“ you don’t think it wouldn’t be a little weird?” my mother questions.
“ why would it be weird? Everything’s fine between Ethan and I” I say, and I can feel Mark tense up beside me as he acknowledges what my mother meant by weird.
“ we already looked into it, and I guess it is a possibility-“
“ but for now it’s a no“ my father says, interrupting my mother
“ why don’t you want to go?” I say to my father.
“ if I wanna go, I’ll go myself” my father says, shrugging his shoulders before pushing the plate away from him, “I’m done” he says, and Mark stands, leaning across the table, grabbing the plate
“ I’ll move this from you then” mark says grabbing my father’s plate and his own, taking it to the sink, and then excusing himself from the room
“ Way to go Dad! Make him feel awkward.” I say, standing up, “would you rather me home partying, wait, I guess not because you guys are here to watch me rot in my bed”
“ where are you going?“ my father asks as I make my way out of the kitchen
“ to go sit with my boyfriend in the car while we wait for you” I say leaving, then finding mark on the living room couch. I sit beside him and rest my head on his shoulder and his arm snakes around my waist. “ I’m sorry, marky” I say to him.
“ it’s okay” he says, looking down at his shoulder, “ I just wanted to give you guys some space”
“ thanks, let’s go wait in the car” I tell him then we sit in the back of the car waiting for my parents.
After my parents drop Mark off and began driving me towards the school. My mother turned back to look at me.
“ do you wanna go to the airport and say goodbye to them after class?“ she asked me
“ yeah I’ll get Nicole or someone to drive me“
“ look, y/n it’s only a couple days without Mark” my mother says
“ but it’s the frozen four, we were already planning on going if they made it and we still can go. I have more than one reason to go now and we can’t go.” I say looking at the window. I see in the reflection of the window my mother turned and look towards my father, giving him a knowing look.
“ fine” my father, says to my mother as he turns into the school. I turn my attention towards him as he makes his way to the drop off. He puts the car in park and looks behind in the backseat where I sit. “ Thursday after your appointment we will go” he tells me, and I begin to smile wide.
“ thank you daddy” I say, leaning forward, and kissing his cheek, earning a smile from him, “I’ll see you after class” I say before exiting the car and pulling out my phone and texting Mark the good news.
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