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learnelle · 1 year
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Wandering in bookshops and hanging out with cats brings me so much joy! I propose we all get together and open a cozy cat sanctuary that doubles as a library ♡
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idmoneystuff · 2 years
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#CareerGoals #OMG #tennis #ReturnOnInvestment #🏝🏝🏝 #🌊🌊🌊 #WhatGodHasForMe #love #hope #Grateful #Thankful #Blessed #Dividends #Diversification #Investments #RR #RollsRoyce #Phantom Stocks #Miami #🍾🍾🍾 #MIA #USA #CostBenefitAnalysis #2022 (at Naples Zoo at Caribbean Gardens) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChvnFe8MTYZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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captnch4os · 1 month
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puff4pals · 27 days
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Imagine stargazing either your f/o and resting your head on their lap. You eventually fall asleep, but your f/o can't bring themself to wake you up so they just sit there trying not to move. Bonus points if they fall asleep as well and you two end up sleeping outside
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hibiscusol · 1 month
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IVY - rafe cameron .⋆·˚ ༘ *
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warnings: language and mentions of alcohol
summary: rafe came back after swearing he never would.
author's note: we are sooo back guys :]
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The moment Rafe’s hand snaked up your waist after three years of no contact, your mind went full-blank.
You never thought that Rafe, of all people - who are you kidding, you always did - would come back one day after swearing on his dad that he never would.
It’s not like he ever really liked his dad anyway.
So as you turned around in shock to connect your drunk glossy eyes to his, it felt wrong. So wrong. Sarah had told you he’d found someone new. That he’d found a pretty blonde who looked better next to him. She’d never say it to your face, but the pictures you’d see on his account screamed it at you.
It took you a second to remember that he probably mistook you for her, and you take a step back, shaking your head quickly.
“Wait, Y/N,” He whispers, and even in the bustling crowd, it reaches you just fine. You wait and turn, feeling dizzy. “Excuse me?” You say, too stunned to make up any other words. You want to shove him away and scream at him, yet his fucking beautiful blue eyes hold you in place. 
“Can we talk? By my bike?” He says, inching a little closer so that his voice would reach you. His body towers over yours and the blue and purple lights dim a little.
“No?!” You say defensively, making it sound more like a question. “Who even are you?” You say jokingly, your freshly manicured hand landing on his shoulder and pushing him slightly away. He doesn’t resist. He takes a step back and puts his hands up in understanding. “Y/N. Please. I need to tell you some things I needed to tell you all those years ago.” 
You feel your eyes sting, and a tear rolls away. You instantly turn away from him to the backyard, looking at all the half-naked people in the pool, even though your eyes are getting blurry.
He doesn’t say anything. He knows you. He waits for you to turn around.
“Your drinking problem never went away, did it?” You finally manage, barely saying it without crying. Your voice breaks, but he doesn’t notice it with the loud sound of bass-boosted Travis Scott playing in the background.
“No, Y/N, I know I’m drunk. Which is probably why I’m not rethinking this. Just 5 minutes. Please.” He says, frowning. He sounds like he’s going to cry too.
“Isn’t she here?” You spit out, rolling your eyes. Your heart has never beaten so fast before. You believe him. It must’ve been a big deal if it’s still breaking him after three years. “I tried to make me and her work. She’s not you.” He says and your heart stops.
It fucking stops.
“Rafe, stop it. You’re being mean,” You say, raising your voice. You don’t want to believe him. You don’t want to believe all the tears you shed were for nothing. You don’t want to believe when Sarah told you herself that his brother sucked, you felt like the only person who understood yourself. You hated him, yet you loved him too. And you didn’t want to believe he was sorry. You wanted to get the closure and move on. But every day, you found yourself refusing to take the picture of you and him off your bedstand. Just in case this happened.
“Mean? Y/N, what are you saying? I…” He says and you interrupt. “No, Rafe, I’m not fucking falling for this again.” You say and shake your head. Your hands are feeling so empty. You want to grab his flesh, hug him, and tell him you forgive him. For ignoring your calls when things would be rough at home all those years ago. For getting wasted and coming home, yelling at you because his dad had cut his only source of income for his rich shit. You wanna tell him it’s okay, that he was 17 and you know he didn’t know life isn’t just about that. But you can’t. Because what if he doesn’t think that like you do? What if that girl is waiting for him to come back with her drink?
“For what? Baby, I…” His voice breaks again when he calls you baby, and your body stiffens. He sounds broken and you can’t help but put your hand on his shoulder. “Don’t call me that,” You say, making it sound like advice and not a threat. “You should leave, you’re not feeling okay. You’re out of your…” You say and he shakes his head. “No, Y/N, I’m not okay because you won’t let me talk to you. I didn’t want to ruin your night, I just… I have to tell you how I feel. I’ve bottled it up for too long.”
A tear rolls down your face, and he notices it. “Don’t cry, I’m… I’m sorry.” There you go. He’s said it. He’s sorry.
The magic word. It goes through your brain and every single cell, making you shiver. You nod involuntarily, wiping your tears away with the palm of your hand. “You’re crying too.” You say, looking down at the space between the two of you. He’s wearing the shoes you bought him for his 17th birthday.
“I am.” He says and sniffs, looking away. He chuckles to lighten the mood and lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry for everything. I was a kid and I didn’t realize what I was doing wrong. I know better now.” He says and nods repeatedly. 
“And I’m not with her. I… we didn’t even like each other like that. She once asked me if I was gay because of how uninterested I was.” He says and you laugh. The fact that something not even funny could sound funny coming out of his mouth makes you blush. He smiles from ear to ear when he hears your laugh. “I missed that laugh.” He whispers.
“So… do you forgive me?” He says and your smile disappears. “Wait, Y/N, don’t be like that. I’ve changed. I’ll change more. I’ll change however you want if it means I’ll have you again…”
“Okay, Rafe, I understand.” You say and nod. “I just… why three years? Where were you?” You say and rub your forehead.
He takes a deep breath and puts his drink down. He hesitates to cup your face, but then you give him the nod of permission, and he does. “Because I wasn’t in a good enough place to be with you. I wanted you to be with someone you truly deserved, even if it wasn’t me.”
The next few seconds happen before you can digest his words. His lips part and gently crash onto yours, making your breath get stuck in your throat. His head leans forward and his thumb caresses your jawline as you melt into him. You smile through the kiss and your arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer. 
He pulls away abruptly and you frown. “Wha…” You try to protest but he stops you. “As much as I would love to keep on kissing you and more, I’m not here for this tonight. I’m not too drunk to drive so let’s go under that one tree we always hung out under. Come on.” His words make you chuckle as he pulls on your hand through the crowd, leading you to his bike. No matter how intoxicated you both are, you feel safe with him for the first time, because you know he’s not the same person he was all those years ago.
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dutch-wanderlust · 6 months
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self diagnosed NPD culture is hating when people give you criticism, even if it's "constructive" because it makes you realize you're not good or the great person you made yourself believe you were and it makes you feel bad, so you avoid criticism as much as you can and try to do stuff as perfectly as possible to avoid it.
(if it's not too much of a problem, can I claim the 🦔🏝️ emojis as a sign off? I think that's the word.)
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mourgette · 2 months
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ruined meal from tomodachi life pixels i made.. My tomodachi life fixation has come back so... Also I'm new to making gifs, my apologies if they're too big or smth.. U shld be able to resize them
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kiara-cosmotiger · 5 months
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So guys, I decided to call the island the Land of Claws. The idea of @manikro-cat . This island will be considered as a place where no human foot has ever set foot and none of the villains will ever get on it.
And as acts, I present you Panzagon and Blaztaro relaxing in nature.
Итак, я решала назвать свой остров Земля Когтей. Этот остров будет рассматриваться как место, куда не ступала нога человека, и ни один из злодеев никогда не сможет на него попасть.
Да, и тут двое моих пацанов отдыхают среди натуральной природы. Я давно хотела придумать что-то подобное, но всё небыло идей. У кого есть желание, можете смело предлогать свои идеи к дополнению фауны этого места. Здесь могут обитать животные которые считаются вымершими, а также расти необычные растения.
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learnelle · 1 year
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MK Čiurlionis: a Lithuanian artist that did nothing but paint and compose music for 6 years straight. Most paintings rarely leave Lithuania because they’re incredibly fragile (he couldn’t afford the durability of oil paints or large canvas) so I feel blessed to have seen his mythological cities, anthropomorphic mountains and clouds in a glorious array of colours in person.
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idmoneystuff · 2 years
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#CareerGoals #OMG #tennis #ReturnOnInvestment #🏝🏝🏝 #🌊🌊🌊 #WhatGodHasForMe #love #hope #Grateful #Thankful #Blessed #Dividends #Diversification #Investments #RR #RollsRoyce #Phantom Stocks #Miami #🍾🍾🍾 #MIA #USA #CostBenefitAnalysis #2022 (at Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChvmvLbsB7L/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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captnch4os · 6 months
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He's a member of the alphabet mafia your honour 🌈🌈
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nordsea-horizons · 2 years
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☀️beachside shop☀️
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hibiscusol · 26 days
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END OF THE WORLD ⋆·˚ ༘ *
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summary: after kiara tells you a little secret, you start to doubt you and john b's relationship.
inspired by: intro (end of the world) - ariana grande
author's note: for @satelitis <3
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The waves seemed fine today, so Kie called you, saying you should go for a surf. You couldn't refuse, you missed your time as a duo, so you grabbed your surfboard and went to the door of the cheateu to leave.
"Babe! Where to?" John B calls from the kitchen, with JJ looking up to see where you were going.
"Surfing with Kie. We're going to the beach to surf. Might go to the wreck for lunch after." You said as you pulled your orange adidas sambas on.
"We will be there, madame." JJ chimes in and you roll your eyes. "No, you won't." You say.
"Yes. With Pope. At 3." John B says and walks up to you, kissing your nose. You chuckle and open the door, walking onto the porch. How could you ever say no to him?
You'd only started dating for a few weeks after being friends for a while. He gave you a bouquet of lillies that he'd saved money on and asked you to be his girlfriend. You'd cried.
You picked Kie up and drove to the beach, parking the Twinkie and running to the ocean with your bare foot.
You both chuckled as you tripped and fell face-first into the water. It felt pure, you never doubted your friends.
But then, Kie said something.
"Can I tell you something?" She said hesitantly.
"Sure thing." You said and smiled, not having any idea what was about to come.
"Um... John B and I kissed. A few weeks ago. It... wasn't a big deal, it didn't lead to anything, we didn't feel the same, but I'd thought I'd let you know." She said, avoiding your gaze, looking down at the calm waves rocking your surfboards.
You feel tears swell up in your eyes. Sure, it was before you and him got together, and sure, they weren't a thing anymore, but really? John B and Kie?
You couldn't lie, you always felt a little... less beautiful than her. Not just in looks, but in personality. The talents that she had, the music that she listened to, the clothes that she'd wear. She knew all the right things to say at the right times. Everyone liked her, liked how she'd light up a room when she walked in, how she'd get good grades and care about the environment and turtles. You weren't like that, of course John B would kiss her. Maybe he still even liked her, but settled for less.
You didn't go to the wreck with her afterwards. You mumbled up an apology and dropped her off, rushing back home. The other pogues were already there, all hanging out with her. Of course they didn't notice. They're too busy looking at her.
Your phone goes off. John B. You sigh and answer it. "Yeah?"
"Baby, are you not coming?" He sounds disappointed from the other side. You feel your stomach stir and your tears fall. You only manage a "no" without your voice breaking.
"Okay. Something's wrong. I'm coming back." He says as you shake your head like he could see you.
"No, there's no need..." You plead, but he's already hung up.
You spend the rest 10 minutes with your head in your pillow, muffling your cries. You hear the door slam open, John B walking in. You don't raise your head to see him, but hear him come lay down on the bed next to you. His finger dance again your back, caressing you.
He doesn't say a word, waiting for you to speak first.
If the sun refused to shine
Baby, would I still be your lover?
Would you want me there?
If the moon went dark tonight
And if it all ended tomorrow
Would I be the one on your mind, your mind, your mind?
"Do you like her?" You say after a few minutes, and you hear him shift next to you.
"Baby, who?" He whispers, running his hands through your hair.
You sniff. "Kie."
"What? No! Why would I?" He says without hesitation, gently grabbing your shoulders and turning you to face him. "Baby, what's going on?"
"She told me you two kissed before me dated." You say and looked at his amber glossy eyes. "That was... such a long time ago. I don't even remember it." He says and leans in to kiss your nose.
"I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. You're just enough for me." He says and you smile, burying your head in the crook of his neck. His arms cradle you, rubbing small circles against your back.
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reblogs are appreciated!!!
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dutch-wanderlust · 6 months
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self dx NPD culture is getting too cocky and arrogant when you're on a winning streak then getting either sad/dissapointed and saying "aw man :(" when you lose or getting angry and/or swearing you'll get revenge against whatever caused you to lose for such an AWFUL THING being done against you (you actually don't really care you're just upset bc now it probably means you're not good at playing)
— 🦔🏝️ (side note, I have been getting kinda better at not feeling so upset? Optimism helps a lot tbh. Take care mod!! Remember to drink water and to rest a LOT, running a blog like this is probably really hard, so props to ya'! {Idk if props is the correct word I just remember it being something like that})
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