#this was fun ☺️

[marxstradamus]

5 songs you actually listen to/have on repeat:

Thank you for tagging me @woozysioux!!

Been spamming these on spotify for like two weeks. My wrapped is just as eclectic 😂

Tags (no pressure): @cosmogenous2 @cajetaconmiel @reamed @uppers-addicted-jester95 @hanhowls @waldobird @lucifersmaid

[saketoge]

What Did NASA See on Your Birthday?  Use this link — or google “Hubble birthday” — and enter your birth month and day to see what the Hubble Telescope saw on the day you were born! Then tag some people afterwards! Let’s see the what the galaxy looks like together :)

Jupiter and Io

This image shows Jupiter's volcanic moon Io passing above the turbulent clouds of the giant planet. The conspicuous black spot on Jupiter is Io’s shadow. The shadow sweeps across the face of Jupiter at 17 kilometers per second.

tagged by: @chanrizard and @njaems 💕

tagging: @wonjinist @ambivartence @wabisaba @stickyyong @jinseunie @beaniegyu if u want !

[littlebunnipeach]

56, 84, 89

56. Do you like to cuddle?

Umm YES of course I do!

I’m a little cuddle monster!

Love love love cuddling!

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?    

Umm kind of?

I was in dance for a while but that didn’t really work out. The cheerleading team at my school was a joke. There was no coach and no one took it seriously so I never got involved. I quit dance at my school because of the racism so yeah. Not so much haha.

89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?    

Normally curly if they’re not in braids. I love my natural curls. I love my Afro. It takes me 4 hours to straighten my hair which is not fun and not worth it. Natural usually ☺️💗

[rassebers]

What the!

[tmsbooks]

Clothes

Rolling out of bed after the fifth, no, sixth chalkboard symphony from her alarm

Holding back tears after scrunching her face and stretching her limbs - yawn

One might shower , eat, or brush their teeth

But she does none to stare into the closets depths of mismatched linens , chaotic patterns her eyes do not focus on without help from seeing glass

Upon multiple mental discussions a decision has been made. Yes, this. Yes, that, too.

Her ankles pop, and she's a contortionist as she pulls on tight layers and sucks in for the button. The legs are not bells, but will due it's diligence to cover the ankles.

To cover those mismatched socks of kittens and dragons.

Fingers are shoving the tank top under the pants band only to grunt in dismay at a scratchy tag tickling her left side.

A new alarm buzzes and she silences the device with her words. Stop.

A cardigan is pulled over her arms to hide her unshaven pits. A necklace she always sleeps with pulled out from its hiding place over her shoulder.

Clothes are society's order to rerun trend after trend, but she'd be damned to encase her breasts in a padding that would sooner stab her with its under wire than actually bring her support.

This will do, yes it will. She has keys to grab and a bed to leave - a bed that she will roll back into by the day's eve - Flop

for all my fellow writers out there:

go find a random word generator and write a short story / poem using it. the only rule? you have to write something. if you can write more, write more, if you can't? stop after at least some conclusion of some sort, reroll the word.

it can be as wacky as you want, but just write.

you can use this one <3

[hey-hey-j]

(part one)

so anyway here's my contribution to the "John Dory running into his ex" phenomenon

(★ my Kofi)

[juanjordanblog]

[artsy-imogen]

✩ my take on a human Scarab design :D plus a sneak peak of Prismo ^^!✨✨ I like the idea of Scarab having slicked back hair to fit his business style more 😄⭐️✨

[kisses4kaia]

god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him

you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)

so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.

however.

he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.

getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?

so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.

your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.

“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.

beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”

‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.

“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.

you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.

“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.

but anybody who did wasn’t him.

“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. “mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.

if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.

you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.

and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.

“break up with him.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

there was no denying that, so you did none else than nod.

“yeah. i do.”

[kotalloh]

EVERY SHOW HAS ONE: ANDOR (SEASON 1)

[buglaur]

simself because i made a tank top

[smallpapers]

CLASSIC LUZ!

Commission for @azul-ocean24 !! Thank you so much for your support 💛

(commissions | small commissions)

[historical-fashion-polls]

submitted by @edwardian-girl-next-door 🤍🩶🖤

[bubblegumflavor]

Stop posing you both look like idiots.

[nayedoll]

oh i’m SO serious when i say i need him

[jellychu]

little clay chocolate cookie charms... do not eat ! *♡♪～