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i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand

#banana nut muffin from breakfast #stanley (gifted to me stfu) #framed picture of harry styles #<— that tag was already in my recents for some reason #two books (one nonfiction…one fiction) #ring #red nail polish

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just a reminder: i dont care what she does to those men i will be standing my her

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fallout cast made sure their characters carried their face cards on them all the way into kabloomy and back

#i’m saying they’re all hot #i mean… ghouls bone structure #lmao but srly they are all so gorgeous i’ll never get tired of looking at them

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seashell teapots.

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laces and silks collection by mirror palais.

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“you hate her just to hate her!!!!!!!”

no actually just by the sheer amount of corporations trying to sell me her music tells me everything i need to know about her, her ‘artistry’, and her true intentions with fame!

#ignoring the obvious reasons ofc lmao #also her unnatural allegiance to losers #the urban notif was weird but expected… the google notif was certified payola

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no way that woman just wished for life in the 1830s. if there was an emoticon for the face i’m making rn i would use it but there isn’t.

#adele i’m so sorry they try to put her in your same caliber #her white activism is actually laughable #like sorry even with the context bitch wtf are you yapping abt #full career off baseless yap and yt feminism

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if i said i was doing a series of southern!love interest’s and thus making a southern!luke castellan fic you’d be cool with that. but if i write him as the local baker…? making, never decorating, (that’s for beckendorf) everyone in towns wedding, graduation, and birthday cakes. he’s so good a his job that you, and the rest of the town seem to forget that he’s only been doing this for two years. since his mom had to go away for treatment… besides he makes it hard to notice her absence, he still adds a free chocolate chip cookie to every order just like her.

#luke castellan x reader #throwback to 2015 me hating luke fics to 2024 me abt to write one #—oliviaspeaks !

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and if i said by making all your readers yt-coded then it’s not a true x reader fic…

tbh atp imma need y’all to just start tagging everything as yt!reader now

#same goes for fem!readers #just tag it babe #because no actually i don’t turn as pink as a peony when someone holds my hand #i’m brown!!! #—oliviaspeaks !

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girlll i’ve been listening to cowboy carter and imagine like cowboy!luke who wants to get into your levii jeans (pun intended, one of my faves on the album) in the barn or underneath a tree after going horse riding whilst the sun was setting. idk if this makes sense but anyways levii jeans is so like coded

inspiration from @enviedear 's farmhand billy mentions of moonshine/liquor; southern!luke & southern!reader; outdoor fucking; fingering; luke is taller than r; MDNI 18+w/ LUKE CASTELLAN

“don’t you have something better to do?”

luke is leaning against the entrance to your grandfathers stables, one ankle crossed over the other and his arms folded over his chest. there’s still a light sheen of sweat over his forehead, and his biceps have a pump from the work he’d been put through today. you don’t know if he just looks really hot in general, or if his looks have improved because of the time you two spent together last time you were here like this.

you shrug, pretending to be casual when you tell him, “no. not really.”

luke raises his eyebrows. "no friends to hangout with? what is it you city girls get up to? shop and club?"

he clearly senses that you have something better to do other than stand outside across from him and let the mosquitos take tiny bites out of your exposed skin, but you’re almost desperate to be close to him (despite his attitude) so you make up an excuse.

“it's tuesday, i finished my book, granddad 's watching jeopardy for the next hour, and the service out here is frustratingly bad.”

luke takes a step closer to you, not removing his arms over his chest even though you want him to in order to create more room. he stares down at you over the straight slope of his nose and squints his eyes.

“it sounds an awful lot like you just wanna be with me.”

while it’s true, you do want to be with him, he has no room to talk. now when luke wants you even more.

as soon as you’ve let your facade slip, he has his hands on your hips, roughly pulling you against him until the flys of both of your denim jeans are bumping together. your noses replicate the movement, the tips knocking together until luke smooshes his into the apple of your cheek while his hands cup your face. his boots give him an extra inch or two, which does nothing but make him even more taller than you. consequently, his shoulders are hunched over as his frame curls into yours, as if he's trying his best to engulf you.

you use your hands to get busy. at least, you attempt to. your fingers are over his belt buckle and you're starting to feed the leather through the metal whenever luke stops you. he pulls away from your lips with a deep breath, his eyes a little wilder than they were before you started as he shakes his head at you.

he doesn't say anything. nor does he need to. just the one movement is enough to get you to take your hands off his belt, and let him do what he pleases.

which is just as you expected. once, when luke was a little drunk off of your grandfather's moonshine and you were close behind him, he confessed to really liking your levi's jeans.

"the pair," he told you when you asked for clarification. "the ones that look like they've been fuckin painted on or something."

and it was just evil enough for you to wear them around the land anytime you knew luke would be over, just waiting for him to snap. you'll admit that he was able to hold his own for a while, but every man only had so much patience. and luke was, truly and honestly, nothing but a man.

a man you foolishly wanted, but a man nonetheless.

that being said, he knows how to please you like a man. a good man, at that.

the wood of a bench kept just outside of the stables digs into your bottom, and the wood of the building scratches against the crown of your head. there might be a new mosquito bite or two on the outside of your thighs, and a fly has been buzzing around you ever since luke had instructed you to sit here, but both are nothing but tiny nuisances whenever you have luke like this. sitting next to you with his fingers between your thighs. they had found their home as soon as he has your jeans slipped down until your boots prevented the fabric from going any further. he has his lips on one side of your neck, the other held by his free hand. his fingers are sprawled around the area of the side of your jugular, his thumb rubbing against your jaw when it isn't being used to maneuver your head to twist and turn according to his will.

inside of you, two long fingers pump and pump, pulling arousal out of you only to slip it right back in. soon enough, his calloused deft digits will be pulling an orgasm out of you. you vocally warn him of such while wrapping a hand around his veiny forearm.

"go ahead and let go." he says it like it's the easiest solution in the world. which, it is. but you don't want to cum if it isn't on his cock.

you don't have much time. jeopardy only lasts for so long and your grandfather can only be distracted for a certain amount of time before he comes to see what's taking his young new worker so long to finish tasks he knows luke can do in his sleep. reasonably, there isn't time for you to cum on luke's cock.

but you still beg, void of any embarrassment as you just want this one thing.

luke, ever the voice of reason, continues to shake his head.

"there's no time. just let go for me. i'll make it up to you later, sweetheart. promise."

and when he says it like that, with the thick drawl that you only knew previously to come out when he was drunk or tired, spoken next to your ear, you don't see how you could even consider denying him.

#i’m literally so honored

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gta by future is so rafe cameron coded that it made me question why no one (that i’ve seen) has done a gta!rafe fic. i wanna read abt that goon being an absolute menace in los santos, with peace and love <3

#rafe cameron #—oliviaspeaks !

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the finn wolfhard pics from the snl movie set only further my argument that he makes a better sirius than snape.

#argue with the wall i’m right #like sorry he has the bone structure for dastardly yet dashing and undeniably pretentious young man #sirius black had fun and u could see it on his face #and finn always looks so fun #this is starting to feel like a dissertation on sirius black fancasting bye

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this blog is not a well-curated museum. it’s my bedroom & i’m putting things on my shelf & taping things on the wall

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Kacey Musgraves by KELLY CHRISTINE (for Deeper Well album 2024).

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happy birthdayy my love! 🫶🏻

thank you sm honey!!! ily ily ily

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#srly thank you so much !!!