HAVANA ROSE LIU for V Magazine

Getting inspired to write is actually really easy! All you need to do is be the busiest you've ever been in your entire life and as far away from a computer as humanly possible. Hope this helps 🥰

send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse  ♡

🍎 ｡:*• ─ IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME !     ›    ( a symbol meme for muses who want to do something special and fun together this christmas / holiday season. )

send a symbol for our muses to:

🌲  ─  visit a tree farm to pick the perfect christmas tree 🎄  ─  decorate a christmas tree together 💋  ─  be caught standing under the mistletoe 🍽  ─  prepare the christmas dinner together 🍪  ─  bake & decorate christmas/holiday-themed sugar cookies ☕️   ─  drink something warm and/or festive ( either at home, at a coffeeshop, christmas market, etc… ) 🏠  ─  decorate a gingerbread house together 🎬  ─  watch a christmas movie 🎭  ─  see a christmas musical/play at the theater 🔥  ─  have an indoor picnic by the fireplace and/or christmas tree 🌟  ─  drive around the city to see the christmas lights ✉️  ─  send each other a christmas card 🎅🏻  ─  be each other’s secret santa 🎁  ─  exchange & open chistmas presents 🛍   ─  go christmas shopping together 👕   ─  go out wearing matching christmas sweaters  🎉   ─  attend a holiday party together 📷   ─  have a holiday photoshoot 🎶   ─  go christmas caroling  💃   ─  dance around the living room to christmas songs 💖   ─  volunteer together at a local charity  ✈️   ─  go on a christmas getaway ✏️   ─  create their own christmas/holiday tradition 😈  ─  decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly  ( can be funny/platonic or sexy/nsfɯ, depending on muses’ relationship ) 🃏   ─  wildcard !  choose your own activity !

I learned something kinda cool. Tell me. Did you know that Venus is an evening star for 263 days out of the year? And then it disappears from the sky for 50 days before returning as a morning star for another 263 days. I did not know that. That is very cool. And right now it's an evening star. It's really bright next to the moon. I'm actually looking at it right now.

The Summer I Turned Pretty || 2.01

GLEN POWELL as Ben in ANYONE BUT YOU (2023)

my home isn't my home anymore, something's gone wrong along the way

noor hindi dear god. dear bones. dear yellow.: "pledging alliegance" (via @feral-ballad) \\ andrew collins \\ athena nassar, from love is not always song, but the swelling (via @weltenwellen) \\ @holly-warbs \\ yanyi dream of the divided field: poems: "the friend” (via @dactylicreveries) \\ bartosz beda silent interior ii

kofi

Sex Education Season 4 Emma Mackey as Maeve Wiley

VICTORIA PEDRETTI via alexandraafrench on Instagram (December 2, 2023)

It'd been her idea to take the couch.

Marley knew her presence at the Edward's residence was most likely confusing enough without her following Will up to his bed like she still belonged in it. She didn't want to give anyone, let alone themselves, false hope about what this trip meant; didn't want to do more damage to this family, who'd only ever invited her in with open arms. They'd been through hadn't, hadn't they? They didn't deserve it.

And yet...and yet.

When she could not bear her restlessness, staring at the ceiling knowing that the cause of her insomnia lied just above it (was he thinking of her, too?), Marley forced herself to her feet and past the stairs into the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, not after the dinner feast that under normal circumstances would've lured her to a peaceful slumber, but scrounging for something of interest at least preoccupied her otherwise preoccupied mind.

In the end, she settled for a room temperature piece of the pie sat on the counter, about to return to her home base set up in the living room and see if she could find something on TV, when a figure outside the window caught her attention.

Despite the surprise, Marley didn't even flinch: she knew exactly who it was.

"Oh, you're gonna know all about numb when those toes of yours fall off, Morrow." Marley chided gently, wrapping the edge of the blanket she'd doubled back to the couch for around his shoulders as she settled in next to him, feet crossed underneath herself.

She spooned up a bite of pie. "Unless the secret is that you just don't have any. I didn't even hear you come down--s'like you floated right past me." Taking her bite, the bowl was extended his way in offering.

"...it's a lot, isn't it?" Marley asked, after a moment. "Everyone acting like the hard part is over?"

@waveofstars

@chronicxwanderlust sent 🎁: spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

growing sideways - noah kahan

This kind of introspectiveness normally sank in when he was coming down from a high. Now, all it took was some moonlight and restless hours for his mind to run in circles.  His fingers tapped against his glass, no longer liquor filled to his dismay, but just a pulpless orange juice. 

It was nights like these where he thought about all his past mistakes, failed dreams, and unspoken goodbyes. The only thing saving him from spiraling was his company, of course. Though he’d normally feel as if this qualified as glorified babysitting, he didn’t mind it for the night. Being alone felt like an equally shameful thing. 

He stared at the orange juice and longed for the days where it was always mixed with something else. He longed for the days of numbing out his mind with whatever that could aid him. He hated to think that way, but it was true. Now, his mind was feeling everything he blocked out for years. 

“It’s better to die numb than feel at all.” 

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

NATHALIE EMMANUEL ph. Bartek Szmigulski

"It was one beer, Mandy, and ma acted like I'd raided the entire goddamn liquor cabinet."

Which he noticed had locks on it, now; a precaution that hadn't even been taken when all the Johnson children had been underage. Real subtle.

Realistically, Carter had known he'd been pushing his luck with the beer, which he wished he'd had the forethought to at least bring out with him. There'd (purposefully, he assumed) been none in the main refrigerator, but he'd known better than to think they'd purged themselves of it completely upon his impromptu arrival.

He'd found it, not very well hidden, in the backup fridge in the garage. First, just to prove that he could, almost like a game...and then he'd somehow convinced himself that it was more than a fitting enough prize.

"I shouldn't be here, Mand." He blew his smoke to the side, doing his best to flick the ash out over the porch. "Knew it was a mistake the minute I booked the ticket."

An impulse decision, not unlike most of his. Typically, Carter would've just made the drive himself, but he wouldn't have made it through Arizona before he'd changed his mind and turned the car around. Once the plane doors had closed, that'd been a little more difficult to achieve, though he does wonder if he could've sweet-talked the pilot into re-considering...

"You should go back inside. It's cold, and I don't want you catchin' anymore flak from dad 'cause you're out here with me. You deserve a nice Christmas." They all did.

@waveofstars

The air was cool, the coastal breeze adding to the already low temperature. Chey stepped outside and wrapped an oversized cardigan around herself tightly while looking at the back of Carter. Though the little blowout inside was not her doing, she couldn't help but add fuel to the fire by attempting to come to Carter's aid.

Stop making excuses for him, her father said. It was the first time in a long time she had seen him suddenly stern. Normally, Chey wasn't afraid to knock some sense into the ones she loved. But she couldn't help herself. She saw Carter through rose tinted glasses, forever that little sister looking up to her big brother. She didn't want to admit that he had problem.

With a sigh to herself, she approached and quietly took a seat next to him on the step. The only light out there came from the glow of the Christmas lights on the house hung by their father. The whole neighborhood was decorated, and the cheery atmosphere felt like a stark contrast to the mood between them.

She took the cigarette and then a much needed drag. Smoke spilled from her lips and she flicked away some ash. Finally, she spoke. "Don't even try." If he could find a way, she knew he'd be tempted to go. "No one wants you to leave." Even through the chaos, she knew it was only because they loved him. They cared about him. After another quick drag, she extended the cigarette back to him. "They just... worry."

SABRINA CARPENTER — by Dennis Leupold for Who What Wear, November 2023

open to: chey johnson (@waveofstars)

based on: paul revere - noah kahan

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He'd known showing up would be a mistake.

It'd taken all of five minutes for what would've been a Hallmark Christmas without him to turn into a Lifetime drama, and the worst part was that there was nowhere for Carter to even go. He hadn't driven himself, and he'd left his damn phone inside, so there was no calling an Uber. He'd sooner walk to the airport than attempt to go back inside to retrieve it...but he'd left his jacket inside too.

So, he makes it as far as the porch, grateful for the cigarette he'd kept tucked behind his ear and the lighter in his pocket. Dropping down on the top step, he'd barely taken the first drag before the screen door creaked open behind him.

The weighted silence, even as they settled on the step beside him, told Carter everything he needed to know about who it was that'd come after him.

He takes a long second drag before passing the cigarette to his left.

"If I could leave, I would've already left."