How about Lizzie and Night then <.<

Let's see what you got, Master of Angst!

İm in looooveee with the shipname. Sounds so cute.

... Nizzie.

A ship that HAS TO be born on Quidditch pitch.

You know Night is never a quiet type. Like never ever. So they probably caught Lizzie's eyes at least once. Maybe she found them annoying, maybe she went "???why so loud" maybe she liked the chaotic vibe, who knows? No one except Lizzie.

There is no way Night didnt go to her out of nowhere to comment on her play. Maybe told a joke about her obvious mistake on air (there wasnt one) maybe they complimented her (with edition on how they were could do it better than her) Dont worry, without even letting Lizzie get deffensive Night did offer her a "little friendly" race.

İ call it date. Night did call it date as well.

But Night is not a too flirty type. So, whichever step they take to Lizzie would be really to know her and be her friend first.

Thankfully Lizzie is no coward. Go get your guy, girl!

*fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff-*

Hehehehe.

Eventually dark clouds will cover Night's life.

They will drop the Quidditch, after lose of dear one.

Friendships will start to seems like, a burden. The ones that you have to protect, have to be so powerfull to be able to protect. And they were so damn tired. Weak.

And a relationship?

Whenever they look at her, they see

A death.

Terrible enough to crush their soul.

So when i say they never felt bad about leaving her, even without a good proper explanation, i really mean it.

İ feel like Lizzie would never believe Night tho, even if they tried to explain. İ dont think she would accept the person she loved is someone she actually never knew.

Tho im not sure, that makes me believe even if she gave up on them as a partner, she wouldnt as a friend.

That leaves Night with no other choice than making her believe, that this is indeed the one once she loved.

dance your grief away, little thief

we used to dye our tongues on purpose using kool-aid and i stood in the sprinklers with the grass already so muddy it was starting to do that thing where your lawn is now quicksand

i think i want to kiss you because you remind me of smoothing out the chalk drawing with gentle fingers. of anthills and feeding birds our leftover lettuce. of getting covered in briars while we picked blueberries from the backyard bush. i think i want to kiss you because it's a bad idea, and i think i want to kiss you because of how water grips the side of a pitcher of iced tea.

you said your life was a toddler's art piece, with paint splatted on your floor, in your mouth, in your hair. i was delighted by that.

i loved the idea of leaving color everywhere.

Jack Harlow's outfits in Lovin On Me

#BATHENA HONEYMOON CRUISE IS A GO #EVERYONE REJOICED

applin line has my whole heart always

Hello you darlings💋

Y/N : Toru, I’m ordering takeouts, you want anything?

Gojo Satoru, busying on his 3ds : Nah, I’m good. ( ⑉¯ ꇴ ¯⑉ )

Y/N, squinted suspiciously : Okay then.. ( ≖⌓≖ )

Y/N, opening the food packaging : Finally, I’m starving!

Gojo Satoru, appeared out of nowhere : Ooo! That looks good! Can I have some? ฅ(ˊ✨ω✨ˋ)ฅ

Y/N, holding the food out of his reach : It’s incredibly annoying when you do this, Satoru. ( ꐦ ¯ᑎ¯ )

Gojo Satoru : ꒰ᐡ´т ‧̫ т ̀ ᐡ꒱

Y/N, pulls out another package : Luckily it’s also incredibly predictable. ( ͜🧋･ω･) ͜🍮

happy (belated) valentine's day!

Man, I'm just in love with the idea of the OG Marianne/Hornigold's crew (which I consider to be Sammy Bellamy & CJ) + Anne & Mary being simps for Izzy. Hell, you can throw in Charlie Vane if you want even.

Them being so excited to see him, a choir of voices screaming "Izzy!" and Izzy just getting swept away into their chatter, gentle teasing and jokes (not at him, they're joking with him). They keep on touching him casually too (or less casually *cough* Jack *cough*): a hand clapping him on the back, arm around his shoulders etc.

And Izzy just... Preens at their atttention, looks actually happy and relaxed, with a genuine smile on his face.

(The Revenge crew gawpes at him in shock and Ed ends up having an existential crisis in the background, cause why doesn't Izzy smile like that at him anymore?)

Ice peeked around the door to see Mischi bouncing up and down in her Pack n Play, clutching her teddy to her chest. Sadie sat on the bed, searching through her phone, and made a satisfied noise when she found what she was looking for. She angled her phone towards Mischi, who beamed and said, “The dreamy song!” “That’s right! Remember who sings this, Mischi?” “Unca Tom!” The burning feeling in Ice’s throat inched up into his nose and behind his eyes, intensifying when Sadie pressed play on the video. There was some static, and then there was the sound of his own voice, only the slightest rasp to it from overuse. “Which number is this, Chip?” “Seven-ayyyyy!” Mischi cheered, in unison with Sarah on the other side of the camera. “Okay, y’know what I mean, don’t get excited, man,” the Ice of 2014 said, doing his best Davy Jones impression. 2014!Sarah laughed. The Ice of 2019 fought to keep his breathing steady. “It’s ‘cause I’m short, I know.” Ice heard himself strum a few familiar chords, and then: “Oh, I could hide ‘neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings; the six o’clock alarm would never ring…” Midway through the next verse, Ice felt a hand at the small of his back. Somehow, he managed not to flinch and turned around slowly, meeting Maverick’s eyes. He wanted to explain, to say that he’d recorded hundreds of videos in the aftermath of his diagnosis—songs, stories, messages to friends and family—in case of the worst, but hadn’t touched them once since finding out he was cancer-free, not wanting to somehow jinx his luck. Not wanting the reminder of what he’d lost. But Maverick didn’t say a word. All he did was offer his hand, and Ice’s throat closed completely when he took it; let Maverick wrap his arms around him. And from the guest room, the sound of Ice’s voice rang clear and true: “Cheer up, sleepy Jean; oh, what can it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?”

a scene from the first chapter of my icemav fic bring back that lovin' feelin', drawn by the incredible @patbbangg ❤️❤️❤️

This is where the goth cat belongs.

The real fucked up thing is how little time I have to play.

Lovin On Me Jack Harlow

bot again

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Theyre just cuddling...~🤭