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yoursassybookwormfriend · 5 months

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Guys I GOT THE FRENCH GRAPHIC NOVEL!

It's true, it's only part 1 of Nevermoor and I'm still learning how to actually speak french, but it's SO COOL!

#nevermoor #morrigan crow #nevermoor graphic novel #is that the tag #anyway it's so pretty #the lighting? gorgeous #the hunt of smoke and shadow? stunning #hawthorne's wundrous welcome sweater? slaying #the gelatin drop? yes. just yes #caps tw

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grandgardenerinfluencer · 15 days

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cringefailvox · 3 months

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im so sick looking at these two frames during more than anything. husk's exhaustion, angel's hesitance, pentious actively crying, vaggie's warm and loving smile, alastor looking nearly genuinely supportive, niffty's happy little grin??? please i need one million more episodes of them living together

#goddd and the colors & lighting here are so gorgeous #just a beautiful scene all around #husker #angel dust #sir pentious #alastor #niffty #charlie morningstar #vaggie #hazbin hotel #gen #op

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limesquares · 5 months

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some (only slightly inaccurate) TOTK studies :D

#lime art #totk #tears of the kingdom #loz totk #all referenced from my own screenshots :)#if you couldnt tell ive been really into landscapes recently #and zelda has some of the most gorgeous lighting in a game i think #colors and shadows that make me think 'i know this from real life'#slightly inaccurate because that labyrinth in the sky is NOT there in the game lol i just thought it helped the composition

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cwreampwuff · 1 month

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these nails r so cutee

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theclassymike · 7 months

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Dylan Sprayberry attending Dream it Con.

#dylan sprayberry #teen wolf #mtv teen wolf #teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #liam dunbar #the row #light as a feather #hulu light as a feather #vanished #angie lost girls #sick movie #baby blue #malibu horror story #actor #talented #hot guy #gorgeous guy #one of my faves

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yesloulou · 9 months

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Charles in Milan ahead of the 2023 Italian Grand Prix 🇮🇹 | @ scuderiaferrari

#charles leclerc #f1 #italian gp 2023 #monza 23 #*#**#MAKING THESE WAS SO FUN BC THE LIGHTING WAS GORGEOUS #THE SUNSET THE REDS THE SHADOWS #BELLISSIMO

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justpoetrythings · 9 months

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"Too much joy, I swear,

...is lost in our desperation to keep it"

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

#light academia #quotes #on earth we're briefly gorgeous #ocean vuong #poetry #words #literature #aesthetic #moodboard #light acadamia aesthetic #dark academia aesthetic #dark academia

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happyheidi · 1 year

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beautiful book covers. (x)

#so gorgeous #I love them!!#that first one??? aaaaaa #cottagecore #light academia aesthetic #dark academia books #idk if it’s any use in tagging my posts atm but doing it anyway #cus it feels so weird not to #books #dark cottagecore #dark academia aesthetic #book covers #dead poets society #classic academia

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this-is-how-we-survive-blog · 2 months

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Rick having a panic attack while making love to Michonne (for the first time in 8 years) and then watching her see it, recognize it, and pull him out of it just by placing his hand on her chest to feel her warmth and her heartbeat, is something I personally don’t think I will ever recover from. AND THEN! AND THEN! Seeing him come to literal life and mount her ????? Like his old self would???! The fan-fictions I’ve read over the years did NOT prepare me for that. Contemplating sliding into Danai’s dms to dramatically thank her for completing me.

#AND THE THRUSTING???????#THE LIGHTING WHILE HE WAS THRUSTING #THE GORGEOUS BED THAT HELD THEM DURING THE THRUSTING #everything was a 10/10 #even the MUSIC #the destruction around them #I simply can not handle this #any #more #richonne #twd #michonne #rick grimes #the walking dead #andrew lincoln #andy lincoln #michonne grimes #danai gurira

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lets-get-lit · 4 months

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I miss you more than I remember you.

- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

#quotes #books #literature #lit #classics #academia #light academia #dark academia #chaotic academia #book #book quotes #quotation #Ocean Vuong #On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous #Fiction #Peotry #LGBT

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saintpavlov · 3 months

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he doesn't mean to make you sad, you know that. it's just that, when atsumu's upset it becomes everyone's problem—yours especially.

you don't know how it starts. atsumu had been bouncing off the walls just a moment ago, drunk off of booze and the afterglow of victory. you don't know which one of his teammates had invited her to the after-party, just that right now, you can't help but hate them.

it's just for a second, but you catch it. the way his eyes immediately dim, how his hand falters around yours. you don't want to jump to conclusions, but it's obvious—atsumu's in love with her. painfully so.

he drops your hand as if burnt and turns away, letting himself be carried off into another conversation. atsumu laughs loud enough to be heard over the music, a deafening house mix that thuds through your chest like a second heartbeat. anyone else might not spare him a second glance, but you know that when atsumu laughs that loud there's something he's trying to hide. then, as if remembering that you're still there, atsumu turns over his shoulder. you answer before he can ask the question.

"no no, go ahead. go have fun!"

atsumu tilts his head, though you know he's only asking to be polite. "are you sure?"

you smile. "no worries."

it's a bold-faced lie, but atsumu's never been that good at paying attention. he returns your smile with an excited nod, letting himself be led away by the shoulders. "don't go anywhere!" he shouts, though you know later on he'll forget to come find you. that's the way it always is. always has been.

you nurse your drink against your chest—water, you don't have the stomach tonight—and try to look on the bright side, if there is one. atsumu had been the one to invite you, hadn't he? and though you're still "just friends", he'd held your hand earlier, so that has to count for something, right?

it's useless. you down your water in one go, figuring that if you treat it like alcohol it might work like it is. it doesn't, and now you're alone at this party with an empty cup and an even emptier hand.

you sigh and snake your way out of the kitchen, making your way up the stairs to the first door that opens. the upstairs is off-limits, but you hope that whoever owns this room is drunk enough to be forgiving. you don't even bother to turn on the lights, and instead flop backwards onto the bed. you feel the music downstairs rather than hearing it, a steady thump-thump-thump that shakes through you from head to toe.

you close your eyes, trying very hard not to think about atsumu and the girl he's still in love with downstairs. it's not your place to be bothered, that you know, but something in your chest still aches at the thought. you've loved atsumu since before he met her, after all. it's a shame he hasn't noticed. or maybe he's not noticing on purpose, which is considerably worse.

"woe is me," you say to no one, your voice biting with sarcasm. you're not shocked at how things are turning out, moreso that you thought it'd turn out any differently. with a sigh, you close your eyes. atsumu will find you eventually. and if he doesn't, then someone else will. you'd rather be cursed at for trespassing than anywhere downstairs, faking a smile as you wait for atsumu like a well-trained dog. at least here you can lick your wounds in private.

you don't know how much time has passed when you feel something press into your side, warm and solid. arms wrap around you: one slung over your waist, the other snaking its way under your head. you turn in confusion, seeing nothing in the dark.

whoever's holding you down reeks heavily of liquor, and their arm feels like a dead weight around you. when you try to pull it off they hold onto you tighter, mumbling something incoherent under their breath. "um, hey," you say loudly, voice hoarse with sleep. "get off of me."

the person beside you stirs, and the bed dips slightly as they prop themselves up. they mumble your name under their breath, and in the dark you can make out the vague outline of a face.

with a start, you realize you recognize that voice. "...osamu?"

he lies back down, bringing you along with him. "h-hey," you start to protest, but osamu's grip grows stronger in response.

"don't leave," he mumbles, as you try to sit up.

"but—"

"m'head hurts. shhh." osamu shushes you, curling up against your side. his hair tickles the side of your reddening cheek.

"hey, osamu." you try to move out from under his arm again, to no avail. "you're really drunk."

"and?" he counters, pulling you closer, almost possessively. "just pretend for a little while."

that catches you off guard. "pretend?"

"it's dark, so it's easier," osamu refuses to elaborate. "c'mon. it's my birthday."

"osamu, your birthday's in october."

"is it?" there's an uncharacteristic cheekiness to osamu's voice, one that makes you turn your head towards him in surprise. you can't see him, but you can tell from the warmth that his face is only inches away. "well it's somebody's birthday, somewhere."

something touches your cheek—osamu's hand? no, his face. somewhere near his chin, guessing by the stubble that scratches your skin. "just do me a favor and pretend i'm him," osamu says, and in that moment he sounds scarily sober.

"wh-what?" you can't help the way your mouth hangs open at the request, your stomach feeling like it's about to drop out of you.

"you heard me," osamu mumbles, back to being drunk again. "pretend i'm him. you know what i mean."

"you—what—that's not—"

"am i wrong?" osamu presses, raising his voice like he's imitating his brother. it works. osamu's fingers trace across your face, reading the shock on your face like braille. you turn your head and press your nose to his neck—no cologne, only the soft smell of skin. it can't be atsumu, but for a moment, you're fooled.

osamu tilts his head and sighs, slow and sweet. and when his lips brush your forehead, it's like everything you've ever dreamed. "i'm right," he breathes, nestling his head against your shoulder. it's not a question anymore, but a fact. "i'm right," he sing-songs, still painfully drunk.

"osamu—"

a hand covers your mouth, warm and firm. softer than atsumu's, and just a bit bigger. "don't say my name like that," he whispers, his voice hot against the shell of your ear, "say it the way you say his."

you swallow an audible gulp. "osa—osamu?" you try again.

osamu shakes his head. needy hands pull you in by the waist. you feel osamu's lips kiss up the side of your neck. "not like that," he murmurs.

"o-osa...mu..." you're breathless and dizzy. you feel osamu's smile against the underside of your jaw.

"better," he grins, and this time, his lips find yours.

it ends before you can even react. osamu pulls away with a shaky exhale, as if he's slowly waking from a dream. his eyes shine back at you in the dark, wide and unblinking.

he opens his mouth to speak. "i—"

"you're drunk," you say immediately, and push him away by the chest.

osamu doesn't let you. he brings his hands over yours and keeps them there, and under the thin cotton of his shirt you feel his heart beating rabbit-fast. "so? i'll still want you when i'm sober."

his words choke your own out of your throat. "osamu...i can't—"

"so don't. don't do anything. just stay the night." there's a desperation in his words that makes your stomach flip. osamu holds onto you like he's afraid to let go. "please."

it's late, and you're tired. atsumu's in love with someone that isn't you, but osamu's arms are warm enough to make you forget. you think to yourself: is it selfish if he's willing? are you cruel for wanting to pretend?

you wrap your arms around his neck and osamu relaxes, melting into you the same way butter does on toast. he's soft, comforting. familiar, but not the same. osamu's lips brush on your neck again and the impact shudders through your spine like electricity. he takes his hands and rubs them over your arms, thinking that you're cold. you don't want to tell him that in reality you're burning up, feeling hot everywhere he touches.

"thank you," osamu murmurs into your hair.

"for what?"

"stayin'."

and when osamu kisses you a second time, you don't have the heart to push him away.

#spwrites #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu x you #drabble #light angst #unrequited #x reader #i have lots of thoughts about miya osamu #he is very gorgeous to me

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grandgardenerinfluencer · 1 month

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