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Milo and “this—” [points at their chest] “—this belongs to you. always.”?
❤️Different Ways To Say "I Love You"❤️
It would be easier to focus if the same thought wasn't bouncing around in Milo's brain every five minutes, causing him to pause and try to get his heart to stop pounding so he can hear himself think. It's not abnormal for thoughts of you to occasionally slip into the front of his consciousness and distract him from the task at hand, but this memory was driving he crazy.
The context didn't really matter to him at this point, it's the gesture and the way you beamed a smile in his direction before doing it. “This," the way you pause pulling one of his hands over your heart, the organ beating incredibly fast, “—this belongs to you. always.” The way you whispered the words quietly enough for him to hear, the softening of your gaze. Each aspect of the memory manages to fluster him more and more, until he snaps back to reality to remember he has things to do.
But still, even as he tries to focus, tries to busy his hands and his thoughts. Your voice echoes in his brain and the feeling of your heart under his hand returns ever so briefly. And he's faltering all over again, trying to remember how to breathe and how to stop the red from coating his cheeks.
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stars4ani · 2 months
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i love ur blog ur writing is so good!!!! 🎀
Could you write for rafe x sub!reader who wakes up in the middle of the night crying for rafe bc she’s horny sjjskaks
thank u ur the sweetest ugh 🤍 and godddd anon this did something to me… i hope i did it justice
nsfw 18+
tw dacryphilia
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maybe it was the weather, maybe everything was just too much, but today had gone so painfully slow. on top of that, rafe wasn’t home, out golfing with his friends all day. it was late and you decided to just sleep it off, but all you could do was toss and turn.
you awaken to the door opening, it’s still awfully dark out but you force yourself out of bed to greet your boyfriend.
rafe’s cologne intoxicates all of your senses as you hold him and take in his scent, the lump in your throat getting heavier. tears fall down your cheeks as you leave chaste kisses on his forehead.
“missed you so much, it’s so late now” you whisper, voice breaking.
he’s slightly taken aback by this, but he knows you’re emotional so it’s nothing he’s not used to by now.
“shit baby, was just a few hours…” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow as he takes in the way your nightgown rides up and hangs low at the neckline. “what’s wrong, you need somethin’?” his tone becoming more playful as he becomes aware of what’s really going on.
your lip quivers as you look up at him, pouting as he wipes your tears. “jus’ want you” you whine, barely audibly.
“cryin’ cause you’re horny? god, didn’t think it was that bad” he mocks in disbelief, large hands resting on your hips as he backs you up towards the bed, lightly pushing you down.
the feel of his slightly chapped lips against your warm plush ones sends butterflies straight to your core. you struggle to remove his pants as you claw at the zipper, amusing him even further.
“slow down, m’not goin anywhere baby” he smirks as he swats your hand away, getting rid of his own pants, followed by your thin nightgown.
you’re barely on all fours, your upper body immobile as rafe pushes himself into you, tight walls pulling him impossibly deeper. his large hand rests on your back, pushing you down and keeping you still. regardless, you find it hard to keep still because he’s just so big, tip abusing your poor cervix, causing you to cry out. you’re suddenly on your back, strong arms using your shoulders as leverage as he looks down at you, his coarse thumb wipes a tear off of your flushed cheek.
“wanted it real bad didn’t you?” he says, tone dripping with faux sympathy
you’re too fucked out to respond.. he pulls you up slightly by the neck, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
“didn’t you?” he repeats, his thrusts becoming sloppier
“yes- fuck rafe- yes, you’re the only one that can make me feel good” your voice trembling as you tell him exactly what he wants to hear
“good, keep talking, wanna hear your voice”
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kagamikoi · 27 days
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and another one...
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prompt for @/request_aquest Jin Guangyao causing Nie Mingjue’s qi deviation by merits of wearing every day a /slightly/ taller hat, so much so that NMJ isn’t sure if he’s hallucinating or the hat is truly growing. NO one else seems to notice, is he going insane? ...it deserved a post on its own 💚💛💙
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matchingbatbites · 1 year
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For @steveshairychest and based on their post here. I read it and just couldn't resist <3
The thing is, Eddie knows that Steve is straight. Honestly, that's the only reason Eddie is as bold as he is, why he starts flirting with him in the first place. He's got years of repressed feelings towards the younger boy, and now they're friends, good friends, and Eddie feels comfortable letting loose some of that pent up attraction, knowing that Steve won’t shun him for it.
He does start off small, just to be safe, with pet names and terms of endearment like handsome, honey, sweetheart. Just little things that make Steve's mouth quirk in a smile, nothing to make him feel uncomfortable. The longer Eddie goes, though, the bolder he gets.
The first pickup line is a joke. They’ve been talking about some new beach movie that's just been released onto video when Steve mentions his lifeguard certification, and before Eddie can stop himself he says “It's a good thing you're a lifeguard, because I'm drowning in your eyes.” 
Steve laughs at that, not mean, just surprised, and is still grinning as he gives a half-hearted “Shut up, Eds,” and turns back to what he was working on. 
And, oh, Steve has no idea what he's done, because Eddie is instantly obsessed with the need to make Steve laugh, to pull out that playful side of him that’s so rare to witness. So Eddie pulls out every dumb pickup line in the book, tries his best to make him laugh again.
“Hey, Stevie, your hand looks lonely. Can I hold it for you?”
“Did you just come out of an oven? Because you're too hot to handle.”
“Is your dad a boxer? Because baby, you're a knockout.”
Most of the time Steve just rolls his eyes and grins, but every so often he’ll make that surprised laugh, or god forbid, he’ll giggle, and Eddie mentally crows in victory every time it happens.
The kiss thing is spur of the moment one day, when Eddie has been hanging out just to be around Steve, and causing a little bit of a racket in the store. After a while, Steve playfully shoves at Eddie's shoulder and says "Get out of here before you get me in trouble, man," and Eddie just grins as he leans into Steve's space. 
"What? No goodbye kiss before you send me off into the world?" 
And oh god, Steve actually blushes this time, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink, and oh fuck, Eddie is such a goner. Steve shakes his head and tries his best to hide a smile as he says "In your dreams, Eddie." 
"In my dreams it’ll be, then, handsome," Eddie replies with a grin, giving a mock salute on his way out the door.
It becomes a usual thing, Eddie hanging out and flirting and asking Steve for a kiss before he leaves. Every time, Steve's response is the same, that delightful blush covers his cheeks as he grins and pushes Eddie away with a "Keep dreaming," or a "You wish,” or even a half-assed “Fuck off, Eds.”
It all comes back to bite him in the ass when, for once, Eddie arrives at the video store to pick up Robin, instead of just doing his usual lazing about and bothering Steve.
Walking in, he doesn't see Buckley immediately, but he does spot his favorite person behind the counter and he beelines to Steve. He leans on the counter, elbows on the clean surface and chin in his hands as he bats his eyelashes at Steve.
"Hi Stevie! How's the prettiest boy in Hawkins today?" 
Steve looks over at him and Eddie feels like a deer in headlights when the man gives him a sly grin. He leans on the counter, arms crossed as he presses into Eddie’s space.
"I dunno, gorgeous, how are you doing?" 
All of Eddie's higher brain function just stops as Steve speaks. It’s such a stupid response, something that anyone else might have said if asked the same question, but for some reason it makes Eddie go dumb, cheeks flooding with color and mouth dropping in shock.
Steve’s grin widens and he tips his head to the side, looking like the cat who got the fucking canary. He reaches up and grabs a curl that had fallen from the messy bun Eddie had thrown his hair into, and twists the lock around his finger as he leans even closer.
"You look so fucking good today. Drives me crazy when you wear your hair up like this, sweetheart. Puts your whole neck on display, all that pretty skin just begging to be bitten and marked up."
And yeah, Eddie's brain must be leaking out of his ears, because it’s him, it’s Eddie, the master wordsmith who always has something to say, and all he can manage to get out in response is a single, stupid sounding "Uh.”
Steve's expression shifts to something more condescending and god, Eddie is so into it when he tugs on the curl again and coos "Aw, got nothin’ to say, baby doll? Can't take what you dish out?" 
An embarrassing whine finds its way into the air between them and fuck, Eddie has to go. He needs to leave before he makes an even bigger fool of himself than he already has, because Steve is looking at Eddie like he wants to eat him and his knees feel like jello and where the fuck is Robin??
As though summoned by just a thought, Robin breezes through the shop and throws out a casual “Steve, can you stop? I need him to drive me home and he can’t do that if his brain is mush.”
Eddie glances over as she walks past them, thinks Traitor! as she leaves him at Steve’s mercy and heads outside to his van. He looks back to Steve, at those hazel eyes alight with amusement and tries to get his brain to work.
“I need- uh- Robin-” he stammers, unable to even complete a thought as Steve smirks and leans in even closer, his nose almost brushing against Eddie's when he asks, "Can I get a goodbye kiss?" 
And Eddie could never say no to Steve, especially when the other is looking at him like that. He nods dumbly, hoping he doesn't look as desperate as he feels, and there's another tug on that curl.
"I need you to use your big boy words, sweetheart," Steve says, still tinged with condescension, and Jesus fucking Christ, this whole dynamic is really doing it for Eddie, more so than he ever thought it would.
"Yes, Steve- Please-" he says, fully prepared to start begging if he has to, if he can find the words to, but he's given a bit of mercy when Steve closes the gap between them.
It feels like he’s being electrocuted, and that's all he needs for his brain to get with the program, for his hands to finally respond as they fly up and tangle in honey locks as he kisses back.
Steve groans and presses closer, his tongue bullying its way into Eddie's mouth and Eddie can feel his limbs turning into goo as Steve kisses him thoroughly, those old King skills being put to good use as he wrecks Eddie with just this.
A car horn sounds from outside the shop and Steve pulls away, smirking again at Eddie's soft whine of protest. “You better go before Robin pitches a fit.” 
Eddie nods, still dumbstruck from the last few minutes and says "I- Yeah, okay. Uh, call me? Tonight?"
Steve hums and stands up straight, and Eddie can feel his brain power returning with the little bit of distance now between them. 
“Why don’t you come over after my shift? Say, 9?” Steve asks, giving Eddie that hungry look once again, and Eddie’s breath hitches.
“Yep, yes, I can- I’ll definitely do that,” he answers, taking a few steps back and trying his best not to stumble. “I’ll, uh, see you then, Stevie.”
Steve calls out “See you later, baby doll!” as Eddie scrambles for the door, and oh god, Eddie is fucked.
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buglaur · 7 months
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if virgil was in a horror movie he'd probably be first to die
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diamondsheep · 2 months
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Happy Birthday to the Best Cook Ever 💛💛💛
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steddielations · 8 months
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nsfw text, steddie smut
They’re gonna be late.
Steve takes some responsibility but it’s mostly Eddie’s fault, the insatiable little bastard. It’s taken forever to get dressed, teasing each other through the process. Eddie’s really going for it, tugging on Steve’s belt, brushing his nipples while buttoning his shirt, bending over in front of him taking forever to tie his boots because he knows it drives Steve crazy, trying to goad Steve into fucking him.
Steve would gladly give him what he wants, but they’ve already fooled around so much today, wasting time and Eddie knows that, it’s his movie premiere they have to make it to. So Steve doesn’t give in, but maybe he purposely riles Eddie a little, standing behind him in the mirror as he fastens his thick leather necklace for him, fitting it snug against his throat the way he knows Eddie likes.
“This feels dirty,” Eddie smirks, his eyes going dark and hazy at Steve in the mirror.
“Cause you’re a little freak,” Steve teases, tugging the necklace before looping his arms around Eddie.
“Mm, call me that again, sweet talker.”
“You’d like it too much.”
Eddie turns, going in for a bitey little kiss, “Maybe rough me up while you do it, huh?”
“Eddie, we don’t have time for this, baby,” Steve says even as he kisses Eddie back.
“C’mon I wanna taste you, just a little,” Eddie lies, Steve knows what he wants and it’s not anything little.
He feels his hard-earned resolve melting away, crowding Eddie against the dresser as the kiss deepens. Any resistance is gone when Eddie guides his hand down, encouraging Steve to grope him beneath his skirt, a flowy black thing that stops under the knees but feels so racy to Steve nonetheless.
It blows his mind, having someone like Eddie all to himself, someone who wears what he wants and does what he wants and wants what he wants without giving a damn.
Steve’s hands are greedy and possessive, taking advantage of every precious piece of Eddie the skirt gives him easy access to. His fingers brush Eddie’s underwear, smaller and tighter ones with more control than he usually wears.
Steve groans against his mouth, fingers twisting in the fabric and pulling them down the small curve of Eddie’s ass, indulgently palming his cheeks, feeling Eddie shiver and moan in his arms.
Resolve broken, Steve pulls back and turns Eddie around by the waist, roughly lifting up his skirt.
Eddie cackles wildly, gripping the dresser and letting Steve manhandle him, “Thought we didn’t have time?”
Steve’s far too gone for this game but he plays smug anyway, meeting Eddie’s eyes in the mirror as he gives his ass a little slap, reveling in how Eddie goes pink and bites his lip. “Want me to fuck you or not?”
Eddie pushes back into Steve’s hand, bending forward some more, “See for yourself, stud.”
That’s when Steve catches sight of what’s between his cheeks, the shiny end of a plug nestled inside him.
Steve outright groans, “Eddie, you little fucking—”
“What are you gonna do with me, baby?” Eddie arches back against him enticingly, “What are you gonna do about it, hm?” 
Something snaps, hot and crackling all through Steve, possessively gripping Eddie’s hip with one hand. The other  wiggles the plug around before sliding it out, holding Eddie still when he rasps out a moan, his hole greedily clenching at the emptiness.
Steve doesn’t bother meeting Eddie’s gaze in the mirror, quickly undoing his belt and sliding his pants down just enough. He pumps himself a couple times, murmuring as he pushes against Eddie’s rim, “Gonna fuck you about it.”
They could use more lube but he knows Eddie likes it like this, clothes pushed aside, hurried and rough like they couldn’t spare another second, so hard up and needy for each other. Steve teases him with just the tip for a moment, smirking blissfully at the way Eddie squirms and groans, trying to push himself down on Steve’s cock. 
Steve lets him get good and riled before he pushes all the way in, threading a hand in Eddie’s hair when his head falls forward with a punched out moan. Gripping just tight enough, Steve makes Eddie look at him in the mirror as he works up a pace, deep and indulgent. 
The sight of Eddie makes Steve groan just as much as the feel of him, his dick tenting beneath his skirt, his messy eye makeup getting even more so. He’s gonna look so freshly fucked on the red carpet, which is exactly what he wanted to happen and the thought gives Steve a filthy thrill too. 
“What else am I supposed to do when you look like this? You drive me fucking crazy, Eddie, I gotta have you,” Steve grits out, grinding deep inside, “Feel that, baby? Feel what you do to me?”
“So good, Steve, so—” Eddie moans brokenly.
“Yeah? This is what you wanted?” Steve fists his hair a little tighter when he doesn’t answer, wanting to kiss the small gasp he makes from his lips, “Isn’t it?”
“Yes, God, please. Fuck me however you want.”
Steve goes harder, his thrusts rocking the dresser where he’s got Eddie pinned against it, “Yeah I’m gonna give you what you need. Lift up your skirt for me, let me see you.” 
Eddie releases his iron grip on the wood to do as he’s told. In the mirror, he lifts the skirt so Steve can see his dick achingly hard between his legs, leaking at the tip.
“Fuck, you look good like this, all hard and pretty,” Steve bites at his neck, “Is that all for me?”
Eddie responds somewhere between a hum and a whine, “Just for you,” his hands twitching where he holds his skirt, wanting to touch himself so badly. 
“You're gonna be good if I take care of it for you, baby?” Steve murmurs, his ears burning with the needy noise Eddie makes in response.
He sounds more and more wrecked as Steve angles his hips just right and slams harder and harder into him. He reaches around, taking Eddie’s cock in his hand, slicking pre-come down his length and feeling Eddie throb in his palm. 
Any time Eddie’s eyes roll back or he closes them too long, Steve grips his hair tighter, makes him look at him in the mirror. He loves when Eddie can’t hide behind a little grin, his mouth open and brows knitted upwards, nothing but explicit pleasure on his face.
His grip on Eddie’s hair slips, but before his head falls forward, Steve’s hand is already around his throat. His palm is broad against the vulnerable column, putting just the right amount of pressure that drives Eddie wild. He makes a choked off noise, his hole clenching around Steve in beautiful tight pulses as he fucks the come out of him.
Steve’s hips stutter once Eddie’s finished and shivering against him, making sure he’s buried deep inside when he comes, fucking every last drop back into Eddie. He chuckles when Eddie slumps against the dresser, eyes shut with a sated smile on his lips.
Steve would love to stand there and adore the sight but he has other plans. Wasting no time, he gently pulls out, buttons himself up and grabs the plug again. He revels in Eddie’s surprised gasp and the way that his body greedily accepts the plug, keeping Steve’s come inside.
“Oh, now this feels dirty,” Eddie says with a twisted little grin over his shoulder.
“That’s ‘cause it is,” Steve smacks his cheek for good measure, fixing his skirt and underwear for him, “Now come on, you said you’d be good, we have to go.”
A little unsteady on his feet, Eddie does as he’s told, giddily hanging off his shoulder and yeah, they’re late as shit but everything’s still perfect.
For the prompts “this feels dirty” “that’s because it is” and “i wanna taste you” for @cuips-not-cute I hope you enjoy this!! 
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celestialwrites · 9 months
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sweet little romantic gestures for your characters*ੈ✩‧₊˚
@celestialwrites for more!
♡ forehead kisses<3
♡ holding hands
♡ lingering touches
♡ morning cuddles
♡ reading their favourite books while writing notes in them
♡ memorizing their coffee order
♡ kisses being plastered all over their s/o’s face
♡ taking them to their favourite movie/art gallery/etc because they know their s/o loves it
♡ bingeing their s/o’s favourite movie just so they can talk about it.
♡ neck kisses when hugging
♡ cuddling on the couch all night
♡ giving their s/o their favourite flowers weekly
♡ playful teasing and bickering
♡ always holding the door open for them
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<33
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jonathanbiers · 1 year
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master of puppets, i'm pulling your strings twisting your mind and smashing your dreams blinded by me, you can't see a thing just call my name, 'cause i'll hear you scream
@heroeddiemunson's three year gifmaking anniversary celebration day 3 (and a half) → skill: typography | color focus: purple and/or orange | other: song lyrics
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jess-oui · 2 years
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🌺 InuKag Fluff Week - “First Kiss” 🌺
I had a little vote over on insta for which prompts from InuKag Fluff Week people wanted to see and this was the second most popular vote! 
The first most popular vote will be coming soon, though unfortunately it’ll be a bit after this week! (Life stuff getting in the way!) 😔 🙇‍♀️ 😢
Anyway, please enjoy! We were robbed from a kiss in the manga - I’ll never understand why.. 😭☹️
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pinterestmom5 · 14 days
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compiling a few asks because i want them in my inbox forever
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Testing everyone’s HNK knowledge, who is the baby? (It’s Zircon!) Rutile is NOT the father everyone he just helps deliver he’s the doctor
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On the moon they have food, phos suffers consequences
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I'd like to request Raihan and “you’re driving me crazy here" if that's ok?
Prompt list can be found here
You're not as sly as you think you are. Raihan's onto you. Thinking you can show up just before a match starts in an outfit he remembers saying you looked really good in while picking his jaw up off the floor. It's not the outfit that gives you away though, it's the glint in your eyes and the way your lips curl into a smirk as you make eye contact upon entering the room.
Not to mention how your compliments to him while practicing, went from being innocent, like how you liked his new team composition, to how hot he looked when he did a particular thing, having your tone turn down right sultry.
"You're driving me crazy here," to make matters worse, when he calls you out on your antics, rather than owning up to it. You're feigning innocence, eyes going all wide as you close any distance between the two of you.
"Am I?" Before anything can escalate he's being called to the field. You're quick to kiss him, pulling away as quickly as you leaned in. "Good luck, don't keep me waiting too long." Your smirk from earlier returning as you head in the opposite direction.
Raihan doesn't think he's ever been in such a rush to finish a match.
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veveisveryuncool · 1 month
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kusamochi i love you
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wikiangela · 2 months
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seven sentence sunday
tagged by @diazsdimples @daffi-990 💖
another lil snippet of the buck driving fic (that already has a title btw!) it's almost done, and as always it's gone off the rails bc eddie decided to start talking and can't shut up lol
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“Buck, that’s not-” he cuts off, releases a frustrated breath. “This is not a conversation for a phone call. I wish I was there.” he says, and Buck kind of wishes it too. Eddie always makes everything better. In contrast to Buck, who always makes everything worse. Maybe that’s why they work so well, balancing each other out. All Buck’s good for is being a firefighter, and he’s grateful he at least has that, at least can help people. Because in his personal life he’s the biggest mess ever. When he doesn’t respond, Eddie continues, “You have to know how important you are to all of us, how you’re more than enough for all of us. I just- I wish I could make you believe that.” he whispers. “I wish you could see yourself the way we do. The way I do.”
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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @911onabc @housewifebuck @watchyourbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @puppyboybuckley @weewootruck @buckaroosheart @spagheddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @rainbow-nerdss @malewifediaz @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @hoodie-buck @nmcggg @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @hippolotamus @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @theotherbuckley @tizniz
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star-girlfriend · 10 months
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An ode to the sapphic teenager experience of being helplessly in love with your best friend
unknown // florence + the machine how big, how blue, how beautiful // unknown // pinterest // @ka_waltz on twitter // nastya haiko & diana on instagram // katie found my first summer // olivia gatwood the lover as a cult, life of the party // the smiths back to the old house // sue zhao
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spaceratprodigy · 3 months
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(palette challenge) PINK LEMONADE OR WATERMELON FOR DELIRIS ⁉️⁉️⁉️
@oldworldwidgets — [ palette prompts ]
WATERMELON LEMONADE DELIRIS 💖💚
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