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So you just tell me what's the sense of me sittin' here leavin' / when any ole day I might get even / and Lord knows New York City's got a lot to do with it
Big Mouth Blues
Gram Parsons & The Fallen Angels
Liberty Hall in Houston, Texas (1973)
#gram parsons#emmylou harris#gram parsons and the fallen angels#just moments of gram looking at emmylou during 'big mouth blues' because they are precious#gram tilting his mic towards emmylou :') girl where are you going? come closer#smiley gram#1973#70s
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By Patrick Barkham
The Guardian
May 27, 2023
York groundsel was a cheerful yellow flower that slipped into global extinction in 1991, thanks to overzealous application of weedkiller in the city of its name.
But now the urban plant has been bought back to life in the first ever de-extinction in Britain, and is flowering again in York.
The species of groundsel was only ever found around the city and only evolved into its own species in the past century after non-native Oxford ragwort hybridised with native groundsel.
York groundsel, Senecio eboracensis, was discovered growing in the car park of York railway station in 1979 and was the first new species to have evolved in Britain for 50 years, thriving on railway sidings and derelict land.
But the new plant’s success was short-lived, as urban land was tidied up and chemicals applied to remove flowers dismissed as “weeds”.
It was last seen in the wild in 1991. Fortunately, researchers kept three small plants in pots on a windowsill in the University of York. These short-lived annual plants soon died, but they produced a precarious pinch of seed, which was lodged at Kew’s Millennium Seed Bank.
Andrew Shaw of the Rare British Plants Nursery had a vision to bring the species back to life, but when tests were carried out on some privately held seeds very few germinated successfully.
So Natural England, the government’s conservation watchdog, quickly authorised a de-extinction attempt via its species recovery programme, which has funded the revival of the most threatened native species for 30 years.
“The Millennium Seed Bank said the seed was getting near the end of its lifespan and so we thought we would only have one more chance of resurrecting it,” said Alex Prendergast, a vascular plant senior specialist for Natural England.
Natural England paid for a polytunnel at the Rare British Plants Nursery in Wales, where 100 of the tiny seeds were planted. To the botanists’ surprise, 98 of the seeds germinated successfully. The polytunnel rapidly filled with a thousand York groundsel plants.
In February six grams of seed – potentially thousands of plants – were sown into special plots around York on council and Network Rail land.
This week, the first plants in the wild for 32 years began to flower, bringing colour to the streets and railway sidings of York.
This de-extinction is likely to be a one-off in this country because York groundsel is the only globally extinct British plant that still persists in seed form and so could be revived.
But Prendergast said the de-extinction showed the value of the Millennium Seed Bank – to which plenty of York groundsel seed has now been returned – and there were a number of good reasons for bringing the species back to life.
“It’s a smiley, happy-looking yellow daisy and it’s a species that we’ve got international responsibility for,” he said.
“It only lives in York, and it only ever lived in York. It’s a good tool to talk to people about the importance of urban biodiversity and I hope it will capture people’s imagination.
“It’s also got an important value as a pollinator and nectar plant in the area because it flowers almost every month of the year.”
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SUNSHINE
PAIRING ➩ basketball player heeseung x cheerleader reader
WARNINGS ➩ um its super rough smut lol
WC ➩ 5k
AUTHORS NOTE ➩ i hate both short works and straight smut but i guess that vlog got to me so here you go NOT PROOFREAD also i don’t like writing the boys completely out of character and i do not think hs would say or do half of these things lol but for the sake of the story
“You might just be the least positive cheerleader of all time.”
You were turning your head to the side to glare at the voice suddenly appearing from your left, sighing and rolling your eyes when you spotted who it was and going back to your position with your arms crossed on the side of the court as the game continued on.
“Aren’t you guys supposed to be all smiley and ‘go team’?” Heeseung was continuing on even though you were clearly ignoring him, something you did every time he attempted to bug you during the games and rile you up enough to get a reaction.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on the court and not sat next to me on the bench?” You were snapping back at him and you quickly glanced at him before looking away when you saw the familiar smirk creeping up on his face.
Heeseung was definitely not a bench warmer, far from it considering he was practically the star of your schools basketball team and he knew you were aware of this. That still didn’t stop him from occasionally allowing the coach to switch him out so he could come and sit near the cheerleaders, seemingly finding a lot of mid game entertainment in you and your cold reactions.
You’d gone to school with him for most of your life but you never really noticed him until high school started and you joined the cheerleading team under the pressuring words of your mom.
She’d been one when she was your age and she claimed it to be the sole reason she loved high school, the place where she met all of her friends and eventually your father when he transferred their junior year. You’d pretty much expected to be forced into it since you were a child and now on your fourth and final year, you were more so just going through the motions.
Your stoic, and borderline aggressive, personality mixed with the image of you in a small glittery skirt and your hair sporting a giant obnoxious bow in your schools representative colors, seemed to catch the attention of the star player and he hadn’t left you alone since.
“When would I get to talk to you if I wasn’t on the bench?” He was leaning sideways towards you and you frowned softly, trying to ignore him and the stupid smirk sticking to his face now. “It’s not like you stop for me in the hallways.”
“Have you tried taking a hint?” You were once again harshly spitting the words at him and you felt a bit frustrated with yourself for not being able to keep your composure like normal, already stressed from an intense workload and the building pressure of graduation as it approached. “Why can’t you go bother your fan club, I’m sure they’d be more than willing.”
Heeseung definitely didn’t have the same concerns as you and you didn’t necessarily blame him. It isn’t his fault he was immediately offered full ride sport scholarships to multiple different schools and as much as you hated to admit it, he worked hard for his success and he deserved it.
That fact still didn’t make it any less annoying that he was constantly bugging you with his quick comments about your attitude or his countless attempts to flirt with you, asking for your number or sending you Valentine’s Day singing grams every year since you’d met, even though you’d stormed into the cafeteria freshman year and dumped his soda on his head for humiliating you.
He hadn’t gotten upset and started to dislike you like you had hoped for, instead he smiled and moved his wet hair out of his face before asking if you liked the flowers he’d left at your locker.
“Why would I do that? You know you’re my favorite, sunshine.” His tone was lower now and the nickname fell from his lips casually, routine by now considering how much he said it despite the fact you told him to knock it off every single time he used it.
You were sparing him once last glare before turning back towards the game and ignoring the fact he was a lot closer to you now, one small sideways scoot away from being off the bench and on the same bleacher seat you were on.
He was persistent to a point that you could almost admire and you’d never be foolish enough to deny that he was almost stupidly attractive but that didn’t change anything for you. You had too many differences for you to be truly interested and it didn’t help that he smelt like sweat almost every single time you saw him.
Plus, you weren’t lying about his fan club and you already had to deal with numerous sharp glares and mean whispers throughout the years and that was without you reciprocating the interest.
You’d long associated the boy with negative things so it was pretty common for you to greet his smiley face with an eye roll or a straight up sneer, trying your hardest to ignore him but typically falling into a small session of half bickering half flirting before he was giving up again and leaving you to sit and seethe. You couldn’t even escape him at home either, something you were especially aware of right now.
It was two hours into trying to get some homework done and your patience was wearing thin the longer the sound of the basketball outside continued on.
You just so happened to be in the universes shit list and you lived directly across from a park in the neighborhood. You’d been excited when you first moved in, being able to play constantly when you were younger and eventually developing it into a nice place to sit and relax after school. You would have solo picnics under one of the big trees or just go and listen to music laying in the grass.
That is until Lee Heeseung also moved into the neighborhood, starting off your sophomore year with a big obnoxious moving truck on the other side of the park and what followed nearly drove you insane.
He was outside nearly every single day after school and practice, no matter if it was cold or hot, rain or snow. What once had been a calming spot for you to unwind was quickly overtaken by the sound of rubber against cement and you stopped going the day he started.
Sometimes he’d wave at you from the court, catching sight of you glaring down at him from your open bedroom window, but he never made any attempts to talk to you or invite you to join him unlike he did in school and neither of you ever mentioned the fact you were neighbors during your little moments of heated conversation. You learned to ignore him over time but you were particularly stressed recently and before you knew it you were letting out an annoyed yell before marching out of your room.
You’d barely processed the fact you were moving as you tugged a hoodie over your head and slipped on your boots, heading out the door and slamming it as you passed through.
Some of your fire had disappeared by the time you were actually pushing out into the cold night air and crossing the empty street, your steps becoming more hesitant as you entered the park and approached the basketball court, realizing you were going to have to actually speak to him. He didn’t look over as you got closer and your frown appeared again at the sweat gleaming from his skin, his neck red and agitated like he was pushing himself past his limit.
“Do you ever go home?” You were asking before you had decided it was a good idea and you were almost as surprised as he was to hear your voice, jumping slightly at the same time he did as he whipped around to look at you.
He looked confused for a second when he saw you standing there on the court with your hands stuffed in your pockets but when he seemingly processed it was you, he was breaking into a small smile.
You watched him as he continued to pant and try and catch his breath to be able to respond to you, sighing in the meantime and taking a few step backwards so you could sit on one of the benches and stare up at him in the middle of the court.
“Almost didn’t recognize you without your pretty little skirt, sunshine.” His response was eventually coming and it immediately pulled an eye roll from you despite the fact your stomach flipped as he took a few steps in your direction, tucking his basketball under his arm routinely and watching you with amusement and interest.
“Yeah well…” You couldn’t think of a good comeback as he continued to get closer and you inwardly blamed it on the cold.
“Did you come to cheer me on?” He was asking in a soft voice but it had a mocking hint to it, not necessarily mean but potentially bitter and you stared up at him as his eyebrow cocked. “My own personal cheerleader?”
You were trying to get a good read on his expression but it wasn’t making any sense to you, his face lacking it’s usual lightheartedness and almost looking conflicted as he watched you and seemingly waited for you to finally think of a witty response. You didn’t have one, thrown off by both his strange demeanor and having a conversation in an unfamiliar place and you couldn’t tell if he was pleased or disappointed at your sudden loss for words.
He wasn’t saying anything further and you would’ve sighed in relief if it wasn’t for the fact he was watching you so intensely, eventually sitting beside you on the bench and you tensed up when you felt his thigh pressing against yours.
“You didn’t have to stop playing.” You were eventually muttering and you would’ve been more self conscious about your out of character behavior if he wasn’t already being so strange.
“Yeah I did.” He was sighing and you turned your head to look at him, being met with his side profile as he stared straight ahead towards the court and ignored the fact you were staring at him. “You’re a distraction.”
A laugh was bursting from your lips accidentally, almost a scoff and you cut it off short by covering your mouth and giggling out an apology when he shot you a sideways glare. You were shaking your head and trying to gather yourself before clearing your throat softly. “You see me every time you play, never been a distraction then.”
“Are you kidding me?” Now it was his turn to laugh but it was a lot more dry than yours and almost sarcastic sounding, like he couldn’t believe you’d actually said that. “You don’t think seeing you in that outfit every game is a distraction?”
He was finally looking at you now and your face flushed at how close that made you, nearly touching noses if either of you leaned forward slightly but you stayed perfectly still and scanned over his face as you tried to take in his words. You would’ve thought he was joking around and doing his usual rounds of mindless flirting but his tone was flat and his face remained serious, even as you watched him curiously.
You weren’t exactly sure how to respond and your words felt caught in your dry throat, letting down your guard for just a second too long and being struck with nerves.
“A good distraction?” You were eventually pushing out and your voice lifted in a curious tilt, his serious face breaking into a small smile again at the sound of your soft question and hesitant tone, two things he rarely heard from you.
“Yeah sunshine, it’s good.”
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You spent the next two days avoiding Heeseung as much as you can, having ended the night in some more whispered small talk before he was resuming practice and you were eventually slipping off back to your house once the cold became too much for your hands and nose.
It was weirdly nice to watch him play in a place where he wasn’t obviously trying to show off and under the pressures of competition, watching the skillful way he moved and the sweat that continued to reflect off his deep tanned skin despite the bitter cold touching on yours.
You still felt awkward for having interrupted him and it didn’t help that you had finally played into his flirting for once, mistakenly letting your guard down once you saw him in a more neutral environment and you felt extremely embarrassed about the whole entire encounter. You were telling yourself it had nothing to do with the fact he made your face flush every time he leaned closer or the way your stomach flipped as he talked about your skirt distracting him.
Sadly, you couldn’t stay away from him for long considering a school year quarter pep rally was approaching and everybody involved needed to come to the gymnasium to practice together, including both the cheerleaders and the basketball team.
You frequented the gym a lot more regularly than other students and were pretty used to being in front of a crowd or performing routines to all of your peers but you could tell some of the clubs who would be involved were feeling nervous, striking up conversation with one of the boys from the dance club to try and ease his nerves.
The conversation was entirely friendly and even a little bit awkward considering you barely knew him and he was a lot younger than you but little did you know, Heeseung was watching you from across the gym and making his own assumptions about the interaction.
You completely missed the way his jaw was clenching as he watched the two of you laugh, you instinctively leaning forward and touching the boys arm as a comforting gesture and giving further reason for the hard glare being sent your way from the other side of the room. It didn’t help that you hadn’t been speaking to him and had went right back to actively avoiding him, he’d been overthinking it and looking forward to talking to you about his worries today since you had to be in close proximity.
So it was driving him crazy that you still hadn’t approached him and even worse, you were too caught up in a conversation with some kid he didn’t bother to place a name to.
Eventually the first round of practice was going to start soon and Heeseung watched as your coach said something to you briefly, stared as you nodded in acceptance and then wandered off to go and gather whatever it was that she had asked for.
He was following behind you without even thinking about it, completely ignoring the calls from his teammates asking where he was going and urging him to hurry up before the run through started. You were heading back towards the storage lockers where there was plenty of extra balls and uniforms, anything that might be needed during a game or an event.
You were barely thinking about the basketball player during this whole time, too distracted with the busyness of the day, but he immediately came to mind when you felt something pressing up against you from behind after entering the storage room that was tucked behind the large indoor bleachers.
“What are you doing?” You were grumbling out to him in your usual annoyed tone even though your stomach was flipping at the fact he was actually touching you for once, something he rarely did despite his constant advances.
He wasn’t fully pressed against you but just enough so that you could feel his clothing near yours, you could sense his large frame looming over you and practically caging you in near the wall you’d been passing when he arrived. You shifted slightly so you could turn your head to look over your shoulder and glare up at him when he didn’t respond.
“Who’s the kid?” He was responding and his voice was lower than usual, lacking it’s typical lightness and humor that came along whenever he felt like teasing you.
“Don’t be jealous of a freshman, it’s not a good look on you.” You were shaking your head and sighing, turning back to look at the shelf and try your best to ignore him despite your alarming awareness to how close the two of you were.
It was only increasing when his hand was finally touching you, snaking forward and resting against your hip in a way that caused your breath to catch in your throat, making you lose your nonchalant demeanor for just a split second before you were attempting to compose yourself again. He was just holding onto your hip, his hand large enough that his fingertips were pressing into your stomach.
You didn’t say anything as he touched you and you still didn’t when he was tugging you backwards softly, pulling your bottom half against his instead of fully pressing against you. Your eyes fluttered shut for a second at the feeling of him but you didn’t want him to see the obvious effect he had over you.
You were wearing a hoodie over your cheerleading uniform and half of his hand was underneath it so he could feel the hem of your skirt properly, bunching up the thick fabric around his arm slightly. He’d only pulled your lower half backwards so you were partially bent over now, barely enough to be noticiable but the implication made your cheeks burn.
“Why would I be jealous?” He was finally asking and his voice didn’t cut the tension at all, if anything worsening it. “Wasn’t him you were thinking about when you put this on.”
A scoff was falling from your lips at his sudden claim, despite how true it was considering you’d stared in the mirror particularly long this morning thinking about Heeseung calling you a distraction. Your careless attitude wasn’t holding too strong especially since he was squeezing your hip bone softly, your body instinctively pushing back further against him and causing your breath to stutter.
You felt slightly dizzy from the feeling of him against you so intimately, mixed with the fact that he had obviously been jealous over something as simple as you having a conversation. It should’ve annoyed you like it normally did but your heart raced slightly instead and you placed your hands against the wall subconsciously.
He took that as a cue to bend you over more, bringing his other hand up to your empty hip and using both of them to tug you fully backwards by the waist so you were flushed against him.
“Why are you wearing this?” He was suddenly asking and you were confused for a second before you felt him tugging on your large hoodie, childish annoyance in his tone at the fact most of your uniform was covered up.
You laughed softly at his whining, your voice embarrassingly affected and breathless. “Didn’t want to be a distraction.”
“That’s bullshit, you like knowing I’m watching you.” He was mumbling again now and it almost sounded like he was talking to himself, not really caring if you heard him. He was taking another step forward now and you could feel him more now, your head falling forward at the realization he was hard against you. “You’d let me take you right here, wouldn’t you?”
You considered not answering for a second and lowering his ego but he was slightly shifting backwards and releasing the pressure and a wave of panic ran through you.
“Yes yes I would.” You were rushing out and moving backwards to try and feel him again, ignoring the soft chuckle he gave and the way he squeezed your desperate hips in amusement. “You know I would.”
“Always so mean to me sunshine.” His voice was mocking again like it was the other night at the park and you were slightly thrown off by his change of demeanor, not expecting the roughness from the boy who was always big smiles and loud laughter everytime you’d seen him. He was bordering mean at times with his rough touches and provoking voice but you didn’t mind it at all, knowing you’d be dripping down your thighs if you were less clothed.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being mean Hee.” Your voice was high and whiny but you were too turned on to be embarrassed, knowing how pathetic you must look.
“Show me how sorry you are.” He was instructing and you paused for a second, not exactly sure what he meant until he was lessening his hold on your hips. “Fuck yourself against me.”
Your breath was catching in your throat again and you let out a soft whine, one of your hands on the wall sliding down it slightly as you almost lost your balance.
He wasn’t exactly radiating patience and you were beyond desperate so you wasted no time in giving him what he wanted, pushing yourself back against him harder and crying out when you felt that he wanted it as much as you did, almost painfully hard now. His hips instinctively moved forward to meet yours but he immediately froze and stopped, letting you do all the work as you continued to roll your hips against him and try to get some sort of relief.
It wasn’t nearly enough for you, barely enough pressure for you to feel him and imagine how deep he would feel inside you but not enough to actually help you out in your building desperation, overwhelmed with longing for him as your hand fell off the wall and reach back to grab into his wrist.
“Please, I need you to touch me please.” You were begging him and a soft cry sunk into your voice, your head spinning with how bad you wanted to feel him anywhere.
“Fuck look at you.” He was grunting out before caving into your request, pulling you up softly and walking forward so now your entire body was pressed against the wall.
The cement was cold on your cheek and it would’ve been too uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the immediate distraction he was providing, his large hand slipping under your hoodie and aggressively groping your chest. His knuckles must’ve been rubbing against the wall but he didn’t show any signs of caring about the pain, twisting your hard nipple in his fingers and humping himself against you.
Your head was falling backwards to land on his shoulder, panting and letting out streams of high pitched whines as he roughly played with your mounds and thrusted against your skirt covered core.
He was using his free hand to reach over and grip your chin, holding it tightly between his fingers and turning your face so he could sloppily kiss you from where you laid on his shoulder. You were happily humming into his mouth despite the amateurish way you were moving against each other, more combined teeth and swapped spit than an actual kiss.
You could feel it dripping down your chin as he licked into your mouth, completely filthy and dirtier than you ever imagined him being. It was driving you absolutely insane and you’d completely forgotten about where you were or the fact people were expecting you back, the door not locked and accesible to anyone who came looking for you.
“Want you inside me Hee, please.” You were crying out into the kiss and he was only pulling back enough so you could speak, watching you with hooded eyes and parted lips and he tried to catch his breath and process what you were begging for. “I need you so bad, I can’t breathe.”
“Want me to fuck you sunshine?” His mocking tone was back and he squeezed your chest aggressively to emphasize his words, rutting against you in a sharp thrust that sent you harder into the wall again. He ignored your shocked cry and did it again before laying another wet kiss against your mouth. “Tell me baby, go on and beg for me.”
“I’ll do anything please, anything.” You were nearly sobbing now as you desperately tried to appeal to him, rocking yourself backwards into his hard cock to try and get him riled up enough to snap. “Need your cock in me so bad, do anything.”
Your words were slurred and mainly gibberish by now but it seemed to be enough for him, he cursed under his breath as he watched you desperately beg for him and you barely had time to process the fact he was moving before he was tugging down his basketball shorts and pressing your face against the wall again.
You moaned sharply into the cold cement and you were grateful it muffled it slightly considering you only got louder once he was roughly pulling up your skirt, ripping down your panties in one go and not bothering to warn or prep you before he was pressing the head of his hard cock against your entrance.
“Next time I’ll take my time with you, make you fall apart for me slow.” He was muttering in your ear as he lined himself up, pressing forward slightly and covering your mouth with his head when you let out a loud cry. “Can’t wait anymore though, gonna fuck you like the slut you are.”
You were nodding enthusiastically at his demeaning words, the more coherent part of you fluttering with butterflies at the fact he was already thinking about a next time that wasn’t so rushed. You had no issue with him simply fucking you now, feeling like you’d die if he spent another second teasing you or building up to it.
He was finally pushing himself fully inside you and your legs would’ve gave out if it wasn’t for his arm that was snaking around your stomach and his heavy weight pressing you against the wall, practically suffocating you as you lost your breath from the feeling of his complete length inside of you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He was hissing out between gritted teeth and you instinctively clenched around him at the comment, satisfaction rolling through you when he groaned at the feeling. “No idea how long I thought about this.”
“Then show me.” You were snapping out, immediately hearing him laugh as your usual attitude resurfaced for a second, quickly growing impatient the longer he stayed still inside of you.
You were quickly taking back any anger you had when he was pulling out of you, almost all the way, before slamming his entire length back in. You could feel him so deep that you almost couldn’t catch a breath, bucking forward and your mouth parting in a silent cry that was immediately interrupted when he started to fuck into you at a fast pace.
He gave you no time to adjust to his thick size and you were grateful for it, the rough burn of him stretching you being exactly what you needed after years of bickering and teasing with him. It was beyond what you could’ve imagined, all that tension finally bursting into relief as he fucked you so rough you’d surely be coated in bruised by the time the pep rally actually rolled around.
You’d gone completely dumb and you knew he had too, holding his composure just enough to continue his aggressive thrust but losing all ability to tease you or make more comments towards your behavior.
He was holding you tightly against him and you almost wished you were somewhere more private so you could see him undressed, suddenly overcome with the need to feel his skin against yours and be completely covered in his warmth. You tried to ignore the unusually soft thought towards him and focus on how good he was making you feel, the familiar tight coil building in your stomach as he continued to fuck into you deep and rough.
“Please please.” You were begging again but you weren’t even sure what for at this point, your mouth just moving on instinctively so he didn’t stop under any circumstances.
“I know baby I know.” His voice was more gentle than it had been before but still just as tight and overwhelmed, definitely reaching the end rapidly himself like you were and trying his hardest to prolong it considering how good you felt as you kept getting tighter and tighter around him. “Squeezing my cock so good sunshine, you’re so perfect for me.”
“For you, just for you.” You were quickly responding to the casual possessiveness he had showed and this seemed to affect him more than anything, his hips faltering for a second in their assault before he was fucking into you even harder than you thought was possible. He clearly liked hearing you claim yourself as his own and you felt overwhelming dizzy at the realization.
It was a complete blur now as he fucked into you, coming undone faster than you ever had before and blacking out for a few seconds from the pleasure of him doing the same inside of you. You were too out of your head to care about the fact he had came inside of you and you didn’t even think about it.
You were immediately worried it would be awkward once you were coming back to your senses but then you processed the fact that Heeseung was placing soft kisses against your neck, turning you around gently so you were finally facing him and you felt a bit emotional from how kind he was being now after he’d just taken you so aggressively.
You were definitely in some sort of dropped space after the intensity you’d just been through because you were kissing him suddenly, happy you’d had him in that way but now feeling like you’d missed out on seeing him from this point of view.
He was grateful accepting the kiss and tugging you forward by your lower back, the same place he’d been holding but very different context now as he softly moved his mouth against yours and brushed your hair out of your face.
“Are you going to let me take you on a date now?” He was asking into the kiss and you pulled back to laugh softly, laying your head down on his shoulder and feeling the way they lifted as he chuckled at your reaction.
“Yeah hotshot… I’m sure we can work that out.”
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roses. kita shinsuke x reader
“Wow.”
You say this aloud, voice not at all absent of amazement as you enter the classroom and greet your seatmate: Kita Shinsuke. But, it’s not Kita you’re looking at. Rather, you’re staring with wide eyes at the mountain of roses that has amassed on top of his desk, in every color flower imaginable.
It’s Valentines’ Week at your school, and your high school offers cheap rose deliveries for sale: you can send a rose and a note to anyone of your choosing, whether it be a significant other, a secret crush, or just a friend that you appreciate. You clutch your single pink rose to your chest and make your way to your seat. The Mt. Fuji of roses on Kita’s desk makes yours feel small and insignificant.
“I’m sorry,” he sighs, having the decency to look embarrassed. “Do you want me to move them?”
“No, no,” you tell him, sitting down in your seat next to him. It’s not surprise that he’s gotten this many.
Kita is the captain of the volleyball club, even though you’ve heard people say that he’d never even been given a uniform before the start of this year. That didn’t matter to you; at his shy request, you’d gone to the Spring Tournament to watch them play. The way he moved across the court, saving even the most precarious of balls, was mesmerizing. His reputation also isn’t short of praise. He’s one of the top students in the grade and his sweet, polite charm is what draws everyone to him. He’s unobtainable to most girls, who have clearly relied on their rose grams to confess their admiration for him. But to you, he’s just your regular ol’ classroom partner.
Well… you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive either.
It doesn’t matter; he clearly has too many girls on his hands anyways. You’d hate to be another girl lost in that sea of roses piled atop his desk.
As you reach into your bag to pull out your belongings, Kita questions, “You got a rose too?”
Yeah, you had. You purse your lips, attempting to bite back the smile on your lips. A pink rose, your first gifted rose ever, except the note attached to it had nothing but a little smiley face written on it. It was a pleasant surprise, one you hadn’t been expecting when you walked into school today. “Yeah, just one… I don’t know who it’s from, though,” you respond, feeling a sweet warmth creep up your body and rest on your face. Your mind runs wild with questions, wondering who would do such a thing, but you ultimately decide that when the time is right, that person will reveal themselves.
“Oh,” replies Kita, sounding almost disappointed. Then, before you can even question his tone, he wears a warm smile on his lips once again. “Maybe that person will work up the courage to say something soon.”
“Hopefully,” you respond, a smitten smile dancing over your lips.
“Pink roses symbolize love and admiration, you know.”
“Do they?” Kita nods in response to your question. “Oh… that’s nice. How do you know that?”
“My grandmother has a flower garden. I help with her arrangements sometimes.”
The bell rings, signifying the beginning of class. As the teacher begins to pull together the attention of class, you nod your chin toward the stack of flowers on Kita’s desk. There must be at least forty piled there… “Maybe you can use those arrangement skills to do something with that,” you tell him, with a small laugh.
Then, you turn your attention to the teacher’s announcements, but Kita’s eyes remain gently glued to the lonely pink flower on your desk. Yes, maybe one day that person would work up the nerve to confess.
In Kita’s eyes, it didn’t matter how many flowers he received; after all, he only sent one.
#kita shinsuke x reader#kita x reader#kita shinsuka fluff#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu#kita shinsuke#hq fluff#hq imagines
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KIᒪᒪEᖇᑕOOK - ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 9
Welcome to Raven’s Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight’s story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI
*Phone app notification goes bing bong*
TikTok – KillerCook has uploaded a new video. Check out their page and make sure you turn on notification so you don’t miss any content!
Title: Countless Cupcakes
Description: It’s Heat’s birthday! Enjoy this compilation video of us smashing cupcakes in his face.
4 minute, 30 second video. The thumbnail is Heat’s face, covered with a healthy amount of colorful frosting, someone made a smiley face over where his lips would be, his eyes are blazing red.
*Press Play*
“Hello everyone! KillerCook here with some exciting news – one of my best buddies, FlamingHot420, is celebrating his {redacted} years on this planet. So how else can we show him we love him? By smashing cupcakes in his face when he least expects it. Everyone on the crew made a different flavor, some might be boozy, some might have a surprise inside, and some might be edibles. Let’s see how fucked up we can get him! Make sure you wish him a happy birthday in the comments – and only happy birthday – OR ELSE!” Killer’s finger wagged at the camera before he picked up a cupcake. It was wrapped in a metallic blue foil, topped with blue frosting and vertical white chocolate stripes.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY FUCKER!!” the blonde suddenly screamed as he threw his cupcake across the room. The camera panned to follow the baked confection’s trajectory. Flying through the air until it splattered hilariously into the tall, blue haired cutie. His suit and tie t-shirt was immediately covered as frosting dripped from Heat’s face.
With closed eyes, Heat poked his tongue out and licked the ruined treat hanging off his lip. “Hmmm, blueberry with toasted coconut? Damn that’s RICH. What’s the aftertaste I’m getting, white chocolate?”
“You’re not wrong,” Killer mused, pulling a long spoon from the hole in his helmet, licking up frosting from the bowl. “The white chocolate was to mask the weed taste. I forgot how many grams I put in it.”
“Jesus Christ Killer.”
“I’m lying,” Killer whispered to the camera when it panned back to his face. “I know exactly how much I put in it.”
Kid burst into the background wearing several pointed party hats on his head that resembled a spiky bike helmet, bulky stereo perched on his shoulder that was on but not playing anything.
“KID PIRATES – ASSEMBLE!!!!!!!!”
Before Heat could move, more of the crew began filtering into the kitchen space, each one holding a different cupcake in hand, all wearing party hats and mischievous smirks on their faces.
“Ah shit,” Heat’s shoulders slumped, “You’re really gonna make me run on my birthday?”
“Only if you don’t want to get {redacted} {redacted} to {redacted} and {redacted} gang-bang style,” Kid roared with laughter as his own comment.
“KID YOU CAN’T SAY THAT ON CAMERA!” Killer whipped a spatula full of blue frosting at the Captain.
The redhead dodged the creamy frosting and pressed play on the stereo, blaring a popular birthday rap song that made the speakers boom.
“ATTACK!” The redhead grabbed the second cupcake Wire held in his hand, smushing it into Heat’s gaping jaw. The piped red frosting smeared over Heat’s lips, the cake itself crumbling and squeezing through Kid’s hand as he crushed it for maximum mess.
Heat jumped back for space, pushing aside Killer and Jaguar as he raced for the door to the yard, half choking and half going mmmmmmm at the flavor.
“Was that real Fireball whiskey?!” Heat hoarsely cried out as he stumbled through the threshold.
“YOU BETCH’Y’RE ASS IT IS!”
“You guys are gonna kill me!”
With the same rap song laid over the rest of video, the remaining minutes were a compilation of short clips of each member of the crew smashing their cupcake wherever they could reach on the tattooed bluette. Heat would eat whatever remains he could gobble up and call out the flavors as the camera chased behind him, the rest of the crew coming in and out view as they creatively tried to dive bomb and trip the birthday boy so they could throw cake in his face.
“Chocolate Peppermint!”
“Matcha and Cinnamon!”
“Purple…velvet? You can make red velvet purple? Is there a blue velvet?!”
“Death by Chocolate!”
“Pistachio Rosebud? Didn’t expect that from you Pomp.”
“Pink Lemonade? Do I look like a bitch?”
“Margarita alright that’s more like it!”
“ICE CREAM IN THE MIDDLE! HOLY FUCK!”
“Plain vanilla? Really? Are you basic?”
“Caramel Latte? I feel fancy.”
“NO THE PRESENTATION EVEN LOOKS LIKE A MOSCOW MULE DON’T—”
“Carrot cake!”
“Boston Crème! That is decadent!”
“Bro I love Cinnamon Toast Crunch!!”
“Mimosa? Is it bottomless? No really is there more?”
“CANNOLI?! Mama Mia…”
“You know I’m a sucker for Kahlua, Wire. Easy win you bastard.”
“Cheesecake center? Well damn!”
“DON’T YOU DARE THROW THAT PICKLE LOOKING CONCOCTION AT ME GIG I’LL FUCKING KILL—” *spews it out. *
“It looks like the Grinch. Is it the Grinch? Is that would the Grinch would taste like? He tastes like weed…ooohhhh.”
“Rumchata? Look at you, fancy as fuck, House.”
“Bro the cookie dough presentation, cookie dough frosting, and cookie dough cake flavor is fucking me up. Was that all cooked – none of it was raw right????”
“Is that real marshmallow fluff? Oh it’s s’mores I love that!”
“Is that supposed to be brains? Jesus Christ I don’t wan— oh! It’s raspberry!”
“CHURRO! BITCH I LOVE CHURROS!”
“…That crème brulee frosting looks sus…”
“Pumpkin Spice, hell yeah.”
“Lemon custard!”
“Caramelized Pear? Oh shit that’s divine!”
“Aw it’s my face!” – SPLAT – “Mmm, yes I do feel like if I was a cupcake flavor, I would be Guiness Chocolate. Exquisite.”
The video ends with a repeat of the chorus fading and a still frame of the Kid Pirates laying down on the floor looking drunk and covered in frosting and cake. Heat is in the center, completely passed out. As the video fades to black, KillerCook’s logo floats to the center before the video ends.
Read on Wattpad | Read on AO3
#killercook#massacre soldier killer#eustass kid#raven's reading nook#firstmatesimp#kid pirates#heat one piece#wire one piece#op kid pirates#kid pirate nakama#killer one piece#eustass captain kid#op killer#tiktok#modern AU#eustasscaptainkid#ao3 writer#wattpad author#swampstew#swampstew stories
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𝑨 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 🍨
( Author: I keep accidentally putting Steve instead of Joe 😅 )
Y/n a girl in this ⬇️
Summary: Masterchef AU, Y/N is the youngest competitor in Masterchef 13 only 18 years old. It's Top 10, Everyone is starting to feel more home sick then ever. What if the Judges give the contestants a taste of home for a unexpected team challenge.
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The yellow-ish lights turned on one by one as the kitchen started to come to life. The M outside the kitchen lit on fire to symbolize that it's another day in the kitchen. The doors of Masterchef opened, a line of 10 excited people walk though the door and ran to their stations eager to start another day.
Y/n was the last one to head to her station with a big smile on her face.
" I can't believe I'm in top 10 of Masterchef! This is like a dream come true." Y/n said in the interview room.
As the home cooks got settled in the original, famous judges came in
Gordon Ramsay , Gram Elliot , and Joe Bastianich (JB)
How is everyone doing today! " Gordon said looking at the top 10. Everyone showed sings of being an a good mood today.
" Today you will pushed like you not been pushed this entire season. It's top 10 and you guys made the standers so high this season. " Gram said
" I hope its something I know, haha" y/n
Thought Nervously
" Today! You will be making" Gram pulled out an mystery boy swiftly under the podium and placed it on top. His hands touched the sides of the box and lifted it up.
pictures of Gram, JB, and Gordon with there families was shown. Everyone clapped loud and amusing smiles. Joe stepped up
" Today is all about family, you all have not seen them for awhile. What better way to motive you more is your family." JB said smile and then looked at Gordon
" That's right Joe! So we three invited your biggest supporters." Gordon said smile stretching by the second. Everyone went wild. Some show confusion not getting what is happening. Others covered mouths in shock. Especially Y/n.
Y/n hadn't seen her dad 2 months prior to going to Masterchef do to leaving for stranger things 4. So that was adding to not seeing him longer. Of course she was thankful for all her family members for supporting her dream but she just wanted her dad for a while.
" Jenna, your mother carol " " Charlie, your wife Diana " " Sam, your sister Amy " " Kat, your son jean " " Annabelle your husband Kurt " " Maze —-
As more family members filled the room the more excited Y/n were. Who was coming to see me?.
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Everyone now was with a loved one as they called everyone's name. Everyone except Y/n. People started to send Y/n sympathy glances and even some hugs.
No one came for her. Your eyes started to water. She's trying to keep a head on her shoulders, But everyone can see that she is missing her family the most.
" Y/n " Gordon said looking at you sympathy. You looked him and wiped your eyes
" I know that you miss your family dearly but there fight got delayed by bad weather " You nodded weakly
" But don't worry we brought someone who we think you would rather be here with then anyone else " Gordon said all the sudden getting energetic and smiley . What is he talking about??. You started to get more confused then disappointed. Gordon then gestured to the door again.
" The man that my daughter Tilly has had a crush on since the first season of the incredible Netflix series "Stranger things " " You covered your mouth, starting to tear up even more.
" Your Wonderful Dad, Joe Kerry! " Gordon said.
Tears started to run down your face as you see a familiar face smiling brightly at you with glossy eyes as well. You ran to the door, he put his arms out now have few tears streaming down his face. As you got to him you both hug each other so hard that it was like the last time you ever see each other again.
" Dad.. " Y/n said now crying holding onto him. You felt tears fall on your clothes. You pull away from him to look up at him.
" I missed you so much honey.... like a lot " Joe said chuckling looking back at you. He then picked you up, you laughed as he took you back to your station smiling the whole way. He put you down and put an arm around you.
" Now let's get to the serious stuff. Today you will be making a dish that is inspired by your family. Don't be fooled because today.....is just a elimination challenge " Gordon said serious. Y/n mind started to run with thoughts of dishes she could do. You felt your dads grip tightened. He went down to her ear
" Win or lose I'm so incredibly proud of you " Joe said kissing your head lovingly.
" Families would you please head up to the balcony " Gordon jested to the balcony. Joe hugs y/n one more time and kissed her cheek. He started to head to the stairs with everyone else. He goes to the rails and jogs to a spot where there is a clear view of your station.
" You will create a dish inspired by your family and elevate it into a Masterchef worthy dish " Gram said
" Your time starts... " some people started to get into a running position
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" NOW!! "
Everyone starts running while they're family cheers them on.Y/n runs to the ingredients and starts putting them in her basket
" My favorite memory is when my Dad took me on set of stranger things 3 and he was wearing his *giggles* sailor outfit and we ate ice cream off set together. We had a daddy & daughter day" Y/n said in the interview
Everyone ran back to their stations with their ingredients, Starting to cook.
After a while the judges started to come around. Gram walked over to y/n
" Hey Y/n"
"Hello chef "
"So what you making to day?"
" I'm going baker today and I am doing a homemade butter scotch and pecan ice cream with a dark chocolate brownie and a berry Cooley "
" Woah!, I don't think we have ever seen you bake before"
" well todays the first for you guys then ☺️"
Gram then walks away and tells the other judges what your doing. They both had impressed looks on their faces.
" Your doing great honey! Eyes on the prize" Joe shouted from the balcony with a big smile on his face. He can't believe this was his baby girl, he's so proud.
" 2 minutes Left!! Everyone should be platting "
Now chaos rolls over the kitchen. Food flying everywhere, judges screaming the time, Families screaming for there loved one, and people running around.
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" Hands up! "
Everyone did just that. Some people don't look happy with there dishes but other were happy. Especially Y/n. It's exactly what she wanted to honor her and her father's memories. After a few people got mixed reviews the more nervous you were getting. Was this be enough it get me to top 9? With an ice cream.
" Y/n." This broke you out of your thoughts and quickly go to the podium and place your dish down. Not long after you could hear your father clapping loudly for you.
" So! Y/n this is the first time I have ever seen you make a dessert" Gordon said with a smile. That eases your nerves a little.
" yeah, I wanted to show I wasn't a one trick pony that only cook savory "
" what is it? And what is it called?"
" I call it a Scope of Kerry, it's a homemade butter scotch and pecan ice cream with a dark chocolate brownie and a berry Cooley "
" well, visually it looks Amazing "
" Thank you chef "
Gordon takes a spoonful and eats it. He looks at you not saying a word like he did with the other competitors. Your nerves started to get to much to handle. He then just walks away. Your eyes widen, was it really that bad?!. Was it to safe? Gram then went up and tried it, nodding he went back to the other judges. You went back to your station with a forced lip tight smile. Your eyes started to water again, looking down in shame.
Joe just wanted to run down there, hold you, tell you that no matter what you'll will be a winner in his eyes. Tell you that he loves more then life itself. More people went up some got more compliments then others. Finally it was time.
" The person that will advance Top 9 and will have an advantage next elimination challenge is................... Y/N!!"
Everyone irritated into loud cheers, happy for the teen girl. You could believe it, you got it. You started to jump around in joy like a crazy person but Joe wasn't any better. He was like an animal. Jumping around on the balcony so much that it could break. Shooting your name in happiness. Without wasting a second Joe ran down the stairs and practically flew to your station. He spun you around giving you one of his famous massive bear hugs. You may have not won MasterChef yet, but you have truly won over the judges another day.
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Do you want a scoop of Kerry?? ☺️
#x reader#stranger things#steve harrington#Steve Harrington x reader#foryou#aestheitcs#ice cream#stranger memes#eddie munson x reader#steddie x reader#steddie#joe kerry#joe Kerry x reader#celebs#stranger things gifs
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syrips lore happy story time!!
long hair wyll reminds me of someone i super crushed on in highschool
i forgot his name but he had such gorgeous green eyes and a very happy smile and long loc hair. i would call him Turtle all the time and he started calling me Giraffe / Giraffe Girl because i have brown eyes but i also have spots on my skin that i adore and i love giraffes and it was a way i loved my spots
anyways he had a girlfriend and she didnt like me because i was always excited or smiling whenever i saw him, and hed just smile at me in a way that felt cozy and safe, idk how to explain but he always seemed amused at me being so happy. like. i did the weirdest stuff and he smiled at me or chuckled to himself when i did it? idk how to explain but my current friends do this too. what is that called idk- either way i understood entirely why his girlfriend didnt like me and i dont hold that against her
but anyways on valentines day i decided to figure out his name and i ordered a valentine gram from a school club that gives a rose with the letter, and it was coincidentally run by his girlfriend's club
so i drew a cute turtle with a smiley face and i put it in a beanie he loved to wear, and i put 'happy pre-discount candy day!' and on the side i put 'i think i have a crush on you, but youre super cool and you make me happy!' as a slight confession to me liking him a bit more than i express (despite how expressive i probably was)
either way days passed and when everyone got their grams, i noticed that he never got his.. and i was really confused and i asked him a few weeks later how many grams he got, and he said none. and i was really sad but i also didnt want to ask about it. i just saw it as 'oh well, stuff happens' and left it be
well, fast forward to 1 year later when i was going to graduate, and i saw him again with his girlfriend. i frowned and basically said that im graduating soon, and i didnt say anything more but i just mostly wanted to say some sort of goodbye. i showed him a banana with a beanie plushy that i won at grad nite and said 'look, he has hair like you!'
WELL reader!! he smiled back and before i realized what was happening, he hugged me!! he hugged me!!
and. he. smelled. like. green. apple!!!
i smiled so hard and beamed and his girlfriend was visibly upset and angry at me but i was so happy i was like mouth gasp open and eyes sparkly and oh my god!!
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i forgot where i was going with this but yea happy turtle guy makes me happy. anytime i see long hair, locs, pretty eyes, green, apple, turtle, or banana plushy i think of him.
#syrips lore#happy stuff#i noticed a pattern of i crush on people with long/gorgeous hair gfdgdfg-#and that smile/stare/amused thing they do that i dont know what i did to cause it but they way they look at me
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feelz
eddie munson x reader
(based off feelz by lil peep)
[dealer!eddie]
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eddies pov
“i love you to the summer and back, its not the winter but you’ve frozen my heart and got warmin up my liver”
to put it short. eddie “the freak” munson, was absolutely smitten with you. just head over heels, could not get enough. he would never dream of telling you this, though. he was nothing but a fly on your wall. while you.. well you were his world.
eddie knew he loved you when he started letting you smoke for free. which was a shock even for him. you were just a complete enigma to him. so beautiful and full of grace. he would do anything to be able to have a conversation that didn’t consist of “2gs?” “yeah i’ll meet you”
he loved to fantasize about what it would be like to be yours. to feel your soft hands in his rougher ones, think about how soft your lips were, to feel your hair tickling the base his neck when you hug him, to feel how warm- no. bad eddie.
currently, eddie was sitting in his room alone on saturday night awaiting you bi weekly request of a couple grams.
and like clockwork, eddie heard a pinging from his phone
y/n.
hey eds. 4gs?
yeah yeah, usually spot?
y/n.
actually no lol. was wondering if you wanted to smoke w me?
oh god. oh lord. jesus. fucking fuck. holy shit.
eddie dropped his phone.
what the fuck?
he couldn’t believe what he was hearing- er seeing.
his phone pinged again.
y/n.
is that a no?
sorry
its a yes
lol
i had to do
something
lol
hes a fucking mess.
y/n.
ur good lol.
i can come over to ur place if you want
yeah thats fine
i’ll be waiting :)
was the smiley too much? i feel like a creep…
its not like it was date. we’re just gonna smoke and she’ll be on her way… no more.
but god. does he hope it’s more.
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idk if i should continue this lol
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#x reader#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#lil peep#song fic#Spotify
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Fresh? Healthy? Safe? – Just a joke!
The vibrant glow of Frooti, the fizzy pop of Bindu Fizz, the golden promise of frozen fries and smiley faces. These products, marketed heavily towards children and teenagers, hold a certain allure. But beneath the flashy packaging and catchy jingles lies a harsh reality: these foods are detrimental to our health.
Frooti
There have been instances from the past few months that the juice inside of tetra packs turns into jelly, the consumers have recorded and uploaded the videos on social media platforms and till date frooti continues to sing “Mango Frooti, Fresh and Juicy”.
Bindu Fizz – a factory of sugar
The product claims that if quenches thirst and relieves acidity inside after the consumer eats junk.
Recently, there was a survey done which showed that one bottle of Bindu fizz consists sugar that an average consumer should not consume in a day. But shamingly they are saying
“Cool toh bindu hai.”
Smilies and Fries
Frozen fries and smiley faces are deep-fried in unhealthy fats, increasing cholesterol levels, and raising the risk of stroke and heart disease. Each serving of frozen fries can contain up to 17 grams of fat, nearly half the daily recommended intake for adults.
That means in one serving they are consuming double the number of calories they should.
Yet with no utter disguise they sing “fresh Banega baat banegi.”
Frozen Meat
Frozen meat products are often loaded with sodium, contributing to high blood pressure and kidney problems. Processed meats like chicken nuggets and hot dogs can contain up to 500 mg of sodium per serving, exceeding the recommended daily intake for adults.
Yet again your product sells under the tagline of “Juicy, Delicious… Must be Licious!”
Task at Hand
Your company is the manufacturer of all these products, you are the CMO of this company. Now your task is to re-brand all these products so that you can provide more value for the customers to save the deteriorating image for the same.
Deliverables
1) PPT (Detailed description of future products and services, Rebranding Budget, CSR activities)
2) New (Logo, Tagline & Poster) for each product.
3) Instagram Handle
Submission Time : 1:15 PM
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Me tripping in the chat today from 9:45-12:30:
______ asked if I was doing anything today and I said no, so he asked if I was up for doing the mushrooms today, and I said yes. So I just ate a gram of mushrooms for the first time.
😬
9:45.
9:50AM
*Erowid mushroom effects screenshots*
I feel really tense and anxious… Kinda jittery…
Scared, lol…
Extra smiley though.
10:20AM
My legs feel weird and it seems like time is passing soooooooo slooooowlyyyyyy…….
Idk it's just changing all the time…
More anxiety…
Feeling cold…
I grabbed a blanket and covered up in it… Listening to some upbeat music…
I see like the rainbow tunneling pattern when I close my eyes…
10:32AM
Seeing some really profound closed-eye visuals now. 😌
I could get anxious worrying about later, how the TV with commercials would affect everything, but nah…
My stomach has a little bit of discomfort that I wish would go away…
10:42AM
indescribable feeling adding nicotine 😶
10:56AM
The wire to my earbuds from my laptop got caught in the blanket and the thing came unplugged and shut off… I need to try and fix that sometime…
11:03AM
Indescribably beautiful concentric rings rotating in a space of every color imaginable
Of course it's helpful to me to be able to share it with you. 😌
11:16AM
🙂
11:23AM
Wells of dark hued rainbow lights
I can't really explain…
I could if you were here and I could just say what's there but having to open my eyes and focus on a screen is impossible. 😛
11:27AM
Hmm. 🤔
11:29AM
So I was listening to this song…
youtube
Idk. 😛
The visuals and the music were trying to show like the formations of human societies building out of the human intellect and how all of the superstructures of the world are all humanity trying it's best every single day…
Like out of the colors I saw hierarchies of different groups of people forming and building into mountains…
And it all just felt like it's all divinely blessed and perfect…
11:38AM
Sunshine feels good. 😌
11:39AM
______ said the song was boring for him. Lol. 😆
Hmm. 🤔
The sunshine and fresh air feel so good…
11:45AM
I don't have any open eye vidual distortions. 😌
11:49AM
Yeah nice and easy. 😌
The clouds can turn a neon green but I can make them white again. 😌
11:56AM
They're clearly white on the computer screen though. 🤨😝
11:59AM
Thank you for being so positive and helping me this morning. 😌
12:10PM
I just straight up told _______ that me and _______ took a gram of mushrooms. 😛
She said that it's bad and a hallucinogenic…
I said no it's really good and everything's fine
I sarcastically said yeah, it's so bad to just lay here feeling connected to the universe and have amazing visualisations.
That the sunshine and fresh air feel great.
Asked her if I sound out of my mind and she said no. 😛
12:19PM
Idk, I just feel like looking at the clouds. 😌
And feeling the sun. 😌
Watching how the air pushes the clouds around. 😌
I must look weird as hell just staring at the clouds though. 😛
12:30PM
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Way too much info about me!! (Warning, word vomit)
My stats:
Height: 5’7
Sw: 184 lbs
Cw: 156 lbs
Lw: 151 lbs
Gw: 96 lbs
I’ve been bulimic since March but last night i binged and could barely purge, scared me right back into ana. I was ana for about a year before that though.
It’s currently 8 AM and i haven’t slept, but i don’t wanna sleep through christmas eve so i’m too scared to go to sleep now, oh well I’ll pull another all nighter
Kind of? addicted to getting high on benadryl which is really stupid but yknow. Trying to stop because last time i dosed i had 35 (875mg) and barely hallucinated at all and if i dose again i’ll probably want at least a gram which scares me, don’t want seizures. Was alcoholic when i was 14 but passed out behind a closed down bush’s chicken (blood alcohol level was 0.27) and had to go to the hospital, haven’t really drank since. Been hospitalized once for benadryl as well, took 35 before my tolerance was very high (like it is now) and was speaking gibberish and my mom found me :/ went to the psych ward after that one.
Been to 3 psych wards in the span of 2 months for various reasons, was diagnosed w a lot but i don’t trust them because they diagnosed me w BPD even though i’m only 15? Off all my meds too because fuck em.
Dad recently shot up my house then killed himself so that’s fun. Happened 8? days ago i think. He had a little psychotic break. He had pretty bad bipolar disorder so honestly he wasn’t really acting out of character.
Obsessed w butterflies and ready to make it my whole personality. The color purple too.
This is mostly for my own well being because i really need somewhere to vent/blog and why not make it public?
I love piercings sm, and will be getting more hopefully in the near future. I currently have 4 lobes, both daiths, 2 helixes, 1 nostril, smiley, frowny, tongue web, and a vertical labret. I really want snake bites, medusa, other nostril, and dimples, as well as a shit ton more on my ears. Have to wait until after my dad’s funeral though, his family is very conservative and my mom doesn’t want to be judged.
I really like working out and have a bit of muscle, but i wanna be way more toned.
Still unhealthily obsessed w my ex who dumped me right after i got out of the psych ward the first time (and ditched me to drink alone, which is when i almost died) he was good to me before the end, I think he’s in jail now though, not positive. He just kinda disappeared.
Mom keeps trying to send me to a ed clinic, rehab, or RTC so if i disappear i probably didn’t die.
Came from twitter but it’s shit now so i’m here, i like it so far.
I used to self harm a lot, like a lot. Used to have a shtwt account but we don’t do that anymore, it made me feel special because i could cut to beans 😬. I won’t post any gore on here. If i ever post my body (unlikely for a long while) be warned there will be scars.
edit: I’m also depressed asf if u couldn’t tell 😭 barely hanging on by a thread. I need to clean so bad i’m considering overdosing on sudafed to give me the energy.
I live w just my mom, my brothers in college, and my dads dead (obvi) probs gonna have to move now that we only have one income.
I doubt anyone read this but that’s my whole life basically. I’m really sweet but get so scared ppl r judging me when they interact so i may not answer 😭
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i’m a barbie girl in a barbie world !!
materials required:
-Barbie circa 1966
-$10.44 liquid latex
-scissors (any)
-the little knife on a wine bottle opener
-1 gram weed
-one gifted silly smiley pipe from your friend in london
-3 elfbars. all one hit from dying. (you said you’d quit and did for almost a year and then fell victim to cute packaging)
-2 cool friends (must also be artists)
-1 george. (can be substituted for another cat that stays in loaf mode consistently)
-one pink gas station cat lighter
-gloves from the local beauty supply
-a hair dryer (preferably one you have owned for at least 5 years)
-2 cups of kratom from the kava bar
-1 james charles palette (don’t look him up he’s been canceled)
-1 jeffree star palette (also canceled, now owns a yak farm)
-two tiny brushes
[made by josephine riggert]
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I read the first paragraph of the League of Villans post u reblogged and misread it as League of Legends... I thought it was a social commentary about the LoL community and was worried for my brother q-q ANYWAYS I don't have a singular favorite animal- I love all animals that smile :DD and cute, tiny animals as well :DD
i am sorry about the league of legends mixup lmao
that's so cute! quokkas have a natural smile, which makes them popular with tourists, but they can and will bite if bothered, so that happens pretty often. i can't really think of anything else with that much smiliness, but i do love that a lot of snakes have a :3 face
as for tiny animals, the smallest type of bird is the bee hummingbird, which weighs in at about two and a half grams. they lay eggs the size of coffee beans. this is the size of a bee hummingbird compared to a human hand
uraraka ochako. i don't have a good reason, tbh. she's adorable and smiley. you like things that are adorable and smiley. also i think she'd be fond of things that are cute and small, so you guys can cry about how small a mouse lemur is (less than a foot long and under a pound)
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Men fashion smiley emoji faces pattern quarter casual socks
Item number: YS-M-20
Gram weight: 46
Number of needles: 168
Material: 32 combed cotton yarn + nylon covered yarn (polyamide)
Color: white,yolk, black
Size : EU39-42/43-46
Seam method: machine linking seam
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DAVIDSON Men's and Women's Smiley Adjustable Cotton Cap
DAVIDSON Men’s and Women’s Smiley Adjustable Cotton Cap
Price: (as of – Details)
Package Dimensions : 22.86 x 20.48 x 7.62 cm; 300 Grams Date First Available : 2 November 2020 ASIN : B08MDSQ3ZH Item part number : ss-099-smiley Country of Origin : India Department : Unisex Item Weight : 300 g
Ensures a snug fitPerfect fusion of fashion and functionality
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