#also I love strawberries a lot in concept but usually have to soak them in water or sugar water to get the sourness out | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

theficplug · 3 years

Text

l Sunflower Vol. 6 l Harry Styles l

Harry Styles x Black Reader

Warnings: none , pure fluff

[harry and reader feels like it’s just time to let the world know.]

As Harry was coming to an end of an era with the Fine Line album. Sunflower Vol. 6 was the last of the bunch to receive a visual to the groovy almost psychedelic track.

You remember when the idea of the song came up. You had explained where your nickname Sunflower came from.

-flashback-

He was sitting on the couch in your shared home with his guitar resting gently across his chest playing the same melody and humming sunflower to himself while watching the rain fall down heavily through the cracked window.

The slight breeze coming through blew his disheveled hair around. Harry had been up all night saying that he didn’t wanna forget the cords and the rhythm of the song that was still coming to him.

You quietly walked down the stairs to find him still up humming and tapping along to the beat as he tried to get into the groove.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” he asks quietly as he sits the guitar aside and opens his arms for you.

“No, but the cold giant you shaped empty spot in the bed did. Tea?” you ask chuckling softly before handing him the mug in your other hand and kissing the top of his head.

You had also brought blankets with you and draped it over the both of you while settling onto his lap and resting your head on his shoulder. You watched as he instantly relaxed and settled back against it at the sound of your voice. Placing a gentle kiss to your forehead he accepts the pink mug.

“Thank you love.” he says quietly to you before trailing his hands up and down your leg gently as he takes small sips of the earl grey.

“I love nights like this. It reminds me of growing up back home. My mama would yell at my dad and me for dancing around in the rain.”Don’t come in here asking me for vapor rub and soup when y’all are coughing up a storm”. She would say with her face all scrunched up. But we knew it was from a place of love because every time she’d end up running out to joining even if only for a few minutes and she had an umbrella. But the deal was that I couldn’t complain about being woken up at 5am to get the hot comb before school. She knew she couldn’t resist dancing to My Girl with us. To our neighbours who were always in our business we probably looked like a bunch of maniacs just laughing and being happy to love and be loved. ” you explained to him and he would chuckle softly and tell you about how he wished he knew you when you were kids.

He swears that he would’ve known then that you were it for him.

“I was 6 years old when I got the name Sunflower. As usual it was my mother, father , and I sitting on the porch. I was just sitting eating sunflower seeds and staring out at the rain. Waiting for my father to set up the radio and put our favourite songs on. We ran out onto the grass and as he twirled me around. My father said to me “you’re my sunflower because you always grow towards the sun and bring such a light to our lives. Becoming your parents was the best day of our lives. Getting to see you grow is the small moments of magic in this life. That’s how I knew you were the one for me. Because he didn’t think anyone was good enough for me, but when he met you and you actually got him to laugh with you and say yes to proposing to me. I knew this was it.” you explain and laugh at his expression.

“Bae, are you tearing up?” you ask as he leaned over to kiss all over his face then peck his lips.

“I’ve just got something in my eye. That’s all. I just can’t wait to share how much I love you with the world. I want them to feel that when they listen to this album.”

“And they will” you reassure him

-present-

After over a year and a half of dating and being engaged you knew that it was time to share it with the world. There was only so much can take after 10 years of speculations. He was more than ready to tell everyone that there was only one woman he wanted to spend his life with.

He’d like to have a meal with a childhood friend without him being painted as a cheater on someone he wasn’t even dating in the first place.

A sigh of relief washed over you both when the video finally wrapped. You remember telling Harry that if you were going to be a part of this video you wanted the entire crew to be black or at least of colour.

“Those are my rules , Harold. I wanna put my people on, and no offense baby but can’t nobody white touch this fro. I haven’t let anyone besides my mother do my hair since I was a little girl. You got me? ” you expressed to him and he nodded because he had already had the idea in mind knowing he wanted to put his money where his mouth is with supporting black creatives.

He began searching social media for black hair stylists, videographers, directors , and everyone else that would be needed to get the project done.

Now it’s less than 24 hours before the world would know about what has been sweetly yours for a little over a year.

From what you could tell a lot of people assumed that his album was about exes or previous relationships but on the contrary he had actually written one song for closure about a past situation. The rest of the entire album was essentially about you,and how he fell in love with your kindness and how much he adored you. Some of the fans who listened closely picked up on the line in Adore You. ‘Your wonder under summer skies. Brown skin and lemon over ice’ . It was about the vacation you two took a few months before the pandemic right after he wrapped on his newest film. He swore that your mahogany skin glowed under the warm July sun and against the cerulean coverup. That man looked at you like someone told him that you were made out of pure gold. Thus sparking his first track on the album, Golden. You two were even papped together while on the beach with your families but of course most just assumed that you were a family friend. It seemed to be a trend when he’s photographed with a woman of colour before but he reassured you that he was single when he asked you on a date the day he met you at the farmers market.

-flashback-

He tumbled over his words while trying to ask you about what kind of jam you would recommend for him to bring home to his mother.

“I’m gonna be at her home for the weekend and just thought that I’d bring a few things for breakfast while I’m there. Yours caught my eye. Are these little sunflowers all over the jars?” he asks as he bends down to inspect them.

“Yeah , you like it? It’s kind of my brand. It’s been a bit of a slow day. I think it’s because it’s gonna rain. Never one to be scared of a little rain. I can tell that this is gonna taste far better than bringing home a jar of Nutella.” you say to him with a small smile on your face.

After grabbing a plastic spoon for him to try out peach, strawberry, and cherry. He ended up purchasing several jars of all 3, but the cherry jam was his favourite and blushed the entire time you scooped the spoon in his mouth.

“What’s it like to be so lonely like this? I feel like it would be difficult to not be able to be out with others because you don’t want them to have to go through all of this.I feel like even though someone’s “famous” you’ve got to at least treat people with kindness and some level of respect. ” you say to him as the people pushed their way over to your boutique once they realized who was standing there.

You didn’t even really know who he was because you hadn’t been into One Direction in their prime. So, you knew he was a big deal from the whispers and people walking up to him and asking him for pictures and practically offering him their entire supply. But you just knew him as the dorky slightly awkward and weird cutie standing in front of you in the giant sunhat and pearls that stuttered while trying to tell you about his time working in a bakery before they came over.

“It’s alright. You kind of just learn to adapt to all of it after 10 years. . I worked there for like a year but we never had anything that tasted this good!” he admitted and you would giggle softly at the complement and give him your number on the receipt. You could see him doing a little shimmy while waving the number in the air.

-present-

You think back to the conversation fondly before Harry’s low and soothing voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he peeks his head into the room to ask if you want to see the finished video.

You followed him to his little makeshift studio in your home and take a seat on his lap so that you both could see it.

Harry had come up with the concept of you being a sunflower and him being like a bee because he swore he was drawn to you from the first conversation you two had ever said.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your side. He was already trying to hide his smile as the video started with you in a canary yellow dress that flowed over your body making you look like a sun goddess as you twirled with the sunflowers in your afro.

You soaked in the sun and swayed to the music before Harry came into focus.

You remember that day his mother and your parents were on set because they were going to make a cameo at the end and both of your mothers had been behind the camera giving you both thumbs up and standing with their hands over their hearts the entire time.

Harry dances across the screen dressed in bumblebee-esque colours with the black and yellow as he danced around you and you looked over at him wide eyed before moving away from him. You followed the script and continued to dance around to the music doing your own thing as he danced around you to get your attention.

“You look so beautiful babe. Look at you! God damn I am a lucky bastard, aren’t I?” he says giddily laughing and smiling like a boy on the schoolyard with a crush.

“Oh stop, but keep going.” you say jokingly as you pat his thigh softly.

“I mean it. You could’ve gone on set just like this with no makeup and wearing this old shirt and looked like perfection itself.” he complements and it was your turn to break into a smile cause this man really was the sweetest little thing.

“Right back at you, sweet thing. I love how they cut your hair for the video. That was probably the best line up you’ve ever had. It was a game changer wasn’t it? You didn’t know black barbers are magicians.” you say giggling as you watch him prance around in the video in the yellow and black suit.

It comes to the part of the video where your parents and his mother both walk into the shot and your father takes your hand and dance with you as the mothers dance together.

Harry glides over to you and asks for your hand and your father puts yours in his.

He twirls you around as the parents look on and you both show your engagement rings to the camera and smile up at each other.

By the end of the video you and Harry blow a kiss at the camera before sharing a moment of pressing your forehead against his and the video ends.

You sniffle and dab at your eyes with a napkin from his desk and he turns to you before leaning into press kisses to your cheeks and lips.

“I love you and you know that there isn’t anyone else I would wanna tell the world about. It’s going to be just fine because I plan on making you happy for the rest of your life.” he reassures you and you nod before kissing his nose.

“What else can I say Harold? You went from being the awkward sweetheart that wrote me love letters and sung me to sleep when we couldn’t be together to someone I could not imagine life without. If people can’t see that there’s nothing but love and happiness here that’s their business. But this is ours.” you say to him knowing that it’s out of your element to feel so sappy but with him you just can’t help it.

The next day the video dropped along with the caption ‘it’s also our anniversary. So be kind or leave. All the love, H.’

The outpour of love and support from his fans and other celebrities was ridiculously overwhelming but well received as you made sure to make a small short follow up video thanking them for all of the love, well wishes, and compliments.

[ a little different for me but i hope you still enjoyed it to the lovely person who requested it !]

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #fanfic for black girls #fine line album

143 notes · View notes

hecohansen31 · 5 years

Note

I know you wrote about Billy spanking the reader and also about Billy and little reader but what about both ? Billy punishing little reader and then lots of aftercare with daddy Billy 🥺

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

How are you?

I really hope you’ll enjoy this and as always, huge disclaimer if I didn’t exactly portrait perfectly the DDLG world, I am still learing the every feedback about my stories is useful for me to know which direction to choose.

And also... if you don’t end up liking it, please let me know and I’ll rewrite, and as always... sorry for being late!

Much love!

WARNINGS. Smut, Punishment, Use of Vibrators, Vibrating Wands, Orgasm Denial, Teasing, DDLG. Little Reader.

You had been having an awful week, mostly on the social side, since so many of your friends had proved not to be as nice and “real” friends as you had thought, which in turn got you to regress even further into your mental state, and in a rageful anger that Billy had tried to convert into something healthier at first with teasing and trying to drain your energy.

But nothing seemed to work long enough for you to be operative and not a “sassy little lady”, which Billy didn’t mind, since he honestly thought that it was hilarious and refreshing for your usual tame persona, but he knew that this would only bring you to burn and consume unhealthily.

So after you had sassed one too many time, even ignoring him and his orders, he had had enough and had easily raised you from the chair you had been trying to host your tea party from, carrying you onto one of his shoulder, roughness recoiling from all his actions and he hadn’t stopped it, no matter your screams and kicks and fist, till he had dropped you carelessly onto your shared bed.

You had tried to run away but with his strong body pushing itself onto yours, you were stopped in your tracks and soon your hands were bound onto the headboard, and your legs followed the same process, leaving you opened, after Billy had gently (but with much effort) pushed your shorts down.

You still fought, and Billy just left you to it, having you secured to the bed and knowing that you would eventually lose your energy, meanwhile he went to retrieve the few things you would be needing in that session, choosing a little bullet vibrator and a vibrating wand, both light pink, alongside a little bottle of lube.

Corporal punishment didn’t work well with you and most importantly Billy: they reminded him about Neil and he wasn’t able to carry on, without thinking he was hurting her, no matter how many times you told him it didn’t hurt you, he just didn’t feel comfortable.

And you respected that, since he had so many more punishments, he could use on you, such as this one.

When he turned back, you had calmed a bit, but you still tried to push your legs close, since your panties, a cute pair with little strawberries, were extremely soaked, shamefully enough that even your cheeks were tinted red and your eyes didn’t meet his.

But he quickly solved the problem, grabbing your chin to make you face him.

“Are you still sassy, little lady?” he mumbled, meanwhile he cooed you sweetly, and his hands went between your legs, immediately spreading under his hand, your body obeying to him better than her mouth “… not so tough”.

“Go to hell” you simply muttered, huffing lightly and spiting straight into his face, which gained you a swift swat onto your thigh.

“It isn’t this way you talk to, daddy” he mumbled, shushing you, stuffing your pajama shorts in your mouth, before he looked at you straight up in the eyes, to make sure that you would understand “… baby before we start I need to talk with you: you do remember what you do if it gets too much?”.

And, although you hadn’t been cooperative till that moment, you swiftly nodded, sniffling a bit.

“Show me, pretty girl” he continued, trying to get you to understand fully what would be happening, and you simply opened and closed both of your hands, your non-verbal safe word; one hand meant “slow down”, the second meant “stop” “Perfect, sweetie, now I am going to fuck the inner brat out of you”-

You hummed gently at the “fucked” part, sure you would get your way, but Billy was still dressed and didn’t intend to shed any type of clothes, and instead raised hers, showing him her perky little nipples, which he massaged softly, teasing them with the palm of his hands, gently reaching you nipples and there he switched form his finger to the little vibrating bullet, softly raising it just above your nipple, but the vibration still caught you.

Your back immediately arched as if you wanted more, but Billy pushed you back to the bed, with an hand pushed onto your stomach.

As you quieted down, your eyes shining with some kind of rage, he brought the vibration this time higher onto your chest, to the other nipple, getting your legs to curl lightly.

You fought for more, but whenever you seemed to reach the peak, he would bring you back, holding this kind of teasing for so so long that you were slowly losing your mind and had to softly open and close one hand.

Billy, immediately backed off, pushing away the vibrator to look at your face, gently caressing your face, and when you felt better you opened and closed your hand again, to say that he could go on.

This time it was the wand, first over your panties, already soaked, and then he gently pushed them to the side to reveal your mound, pretty and pink, puffy and red, definitely overstimulated, but never ever having reached the peak.

This went on for a good time, at least till your eyes went from total rage to fucked out bliss and when he gently pushed the shorts away from your mouth, you begged him desperately, tears shining in your eyes.

“Please, daddy!” you prayed as if Billy was your God, softly biting your lips “… pretty please… I need to… please”.

“Will you stop being a brat?” that would never happen, Billy knew it, but also loved this little session, the admission and the begging “… will you, for daddy?”.

And he softly kissed your forehead, his pretty blond curls tickling your forehead, meanwhile you nodded desperately and muttered in alternating low and high-pitched tones:

“No, I won’t be a brat, anymore!”.

He smiled and slipped up the wand so that it could stick onto your own clit and slipped his fingers in your soft wet mound.

All it took was a few strokes and reaching that soft spot in you and then you finally reached the edge and went over it.

Your eyes fell shut tightly and your legs strained the roped, meanwhile your toes curled softly and your body from taunt, during the peak of the orgasm, slowly relaxing under Billy’s soft cuddles and sweet nothings and when you came back your eyes were empty.

After punishments you went into a deep subspace and he gently tried to shake you, after he had unbound you from the roped, gently massaging your burned wrists and ankles, in order to get a reaction out of you and when your eyes seemed a bit more focused he asked you a few questions:

“What is your name?”.

“(Y/N)”.

“How old are you, sweetie” he mumbled, meanwhile he made you sit up, so that you could move onto his lap, making you put your head in the crook of his neck.

You simply held up five fingers, and clutched tighter to him who bounced you lightly, although soon your sweaty body became too sensitive for you and you leaned back a bit, your eyes immediately shooting towards the bathroom.

Billy followed your stare, immediately understanding what you wanted and gently asked:

“Do you want to take a bath?” and you simply nodded and Billy maneuvered you so that you could hold you to his chest and pick you up easily, cooing you as you were slightly shaken by the way he got up and gently moved you to the bathroom and put you down onto the sink, meanwhile he set up the bath, gently shooting you playful looks which got you blushing and helped you out of your clothes, meanwhile hot water run into the tub, in which a few minutes later you and Billy were soaked.

Your back to his chest, his arms comfortably snuggled around you and his lips pushed onto your neck.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” he gently asked, meanwhile you played with the bubbles, and the colored water due to the bath bomb he had used (“just for you, babe”).

“… yeah, daddy” you mumbled softly, gently turning to kiss his lip, a tiny peck that made him giggle “I am sorry I was bad”.

“You weren’t, sweetie” he reminded you, softly grabbing your little hands in his “… and I don’t mind putting you back in your place, little brat”.

And you just blew a few bubbles on his face to reinforce the concept, meanwhile he messed your hair.

“… and also… I know how much you like my punishment” he smirked knowingly in the back of your neck.

“You are the best daddy ever, don’t you know it?”

#billy hargrove #billy hagrove reader #billy hagrove x reader #billy hargrove little! reader #billy hagrove fic #billy hagrove drabble #billy hargrove blurb #billy hargrove smut #billy hagrove imagine #billy hagrove fanfic #billy hagrove fan fic #billy hagrove oneshot #billy hargrove one shot #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic

166 notes · View notes

fantastic-fantasy-fanfics · 4 years

Text

TIMELESS

This fic is for @katie-my-lady (imma send this to her since tumblr is trash and won’t let me tag her)

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS! Here’s your special WonderTrev Secret Santa fic! I hope you enjoy feel free to ask if you want me to DM it to you or invite you to the GoogleDoc! Also i really love your blog, I’m so glad I was matched with you and I hope we can become friends!

Steve Trevor x Diana Prince

Word count: 1687

Summary: Steve and Diana show their love in many various ways, some more unconventional than others.

Warnings: This jumps around a timeline and is a little of an AU? Like, Steve and Diana live happily ever after and nothing bad ever happened to them.

1983

Diana thanked the vendor as she grabbed her sundae and Steve’s milkshake from the counter and walking to their little table by the window. “Strawberry, with two Oreos on top, just how you like it,” she grinned, setting the glass cup in front of him.

Steve gave her a quizzical look. “I’ve never had an Oreo before,” he said, ripping the paper wrapping off his thick straw, “how could that be ‘just how I like it’?”.

A little smirk of pride crept onto Diana’s lips. “Try it…” she said, nodding her head at the little cookie. She knew what she was doing.

He tilted his head, chuckling. This was ridiculous, but he trusted her. He took the cookie in between his fingers, licking the bit of whipped cream off of it before shoving the whole thing in his mouth. His eyes went wide as the sweet flavor touched his taste buds. “Holy shit…” he mumbled through his full mouth.

“I know, right?” she giggled, watching his reaction as she took a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

“You’re always right,” he nodded, taking the other cookie, also eating it on one bite.

“Do you want me to get you more?” she laughed, wiping some stray crumbs off his lip with the pad of her thumb.

“Yes please,” he nodded, mouth still food.

1918

Steve smiled as Diana rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping his arm around her broad shoulders. “What’s that one?” he asked, pointing to a particularly bright spot in the night sky.

“That one is actually Mars, named after the Roman god of war,” Diana answered, staring at the little dot, “you can tell it’s not a star because it doesn’t sparkle, like the other ones,”. She loved little moments like this; cool summer nights, exploring the skies with the love of her life.

“I know who Mars is… he almost killed me,” Steve chuckled, still in disbelief that he survived that whole debacle. He lifted his gaze back up to the stars, amazed as he watched a comet fly across the atmosphere. “Diana! Look! Make a wish!” he beamed, squeezing her closer in excitement.

She watched it disappear into the darkness very confused. “What?” she asked, “wish? Why? It’s a star…”.

His face fell into an expression of slight disappointment. “It’s a shooting star, you don’t see those every day…” he explained, pointing up to where the star blazed its path, “when you see one, you close your eyes and make a wish,”.

“Oh,” she hummed, liking the whimsical concept. Diana looked back up at the sky, closing her eyes gently. her eyelashes grazed her cheeks as she made her wish. She opened them again, the moonlight highlighting her brown eyes. “It didn’t work,” she frowned, looking at Steve for an explanation.

“Well what did you wish for?” he asked, giggling as he kissed her nose playfully.

A smile broke out on Diana’s illuminated face. She settled back into her comfortable position, tucked into his side. “Nevermind, it worked,” she sighed.

“What? What did you wish?” Steve asked, a bit confused, but mostly curious.

“You kissed me,”

1985

Things were very different in this time. Fashion, politics… but the one thing Steve was glad hadn’t changed was art. Sure, style and medium had changed, but he was glad art was still important to people. Steve sat on the bench in front of the Mona Lisa, simply staring at it. Even though it was almost closing time, there were still a handful of people in the museum adoring the piece and taking pictures. But, to be honest, Steve didn’t even notice they were there.

Almost every day Steve would come into the Louvre an hour before closing. At first it was so he could walk home with Diana after she was done with work, but after a few weeks, he’d come early just to look at the art. He’d wander around for hours, lost in the peace and quiet of his thoughts. He loved all the art, but his favorite, of course, was Lisa. It was such a surreal feeling to think he was in the physical presence of a piece of history.

“Visiting your friend again?” Diana asked, startling Steve out of his trance.

“Oh! Hi… uh… y-yeah…” he nodded, giving her an adorable half-smile as his cheeks turned red. He grabbed his wallet off the bench and shoved it in his pocket as he stood up, “I swear I’ve seen her twenty million times, but I never get tired of her,” he said, turning back to get one last look at the canvas.

“I should let you see my office sometime,” Diana hummed, holding his hand as she took in the mastery of the painting, “you’d be amazed by everything I have on display in there,”.

Steve gave a little chuckle, slipping on his jacket. “I’m afraid I’d get distracted by one masterpiece, as I usually do,” he said, looking into her eyes with that special look.

Diana caught his drift, shaking her head at the dumb pick-up line. “You’re awful,” she chuckled, walking towards the exit.

“Who said I was referring to you?” Steve said sarcastically, unable to keep from laughing.

With a dramatic eye roll, Diana playfully shoved his shoulder, “let’s go home, you dork,”.

1919

The sun beamed down on the shores of Themyscira, the crystal blue waves crashing gently on the shore. Steve laid on the sand, wearing nothing but a cotton tunic, letting the warmth soak into his skin. The cool water touched his toes, making him stir from his catnap.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Diana grinned, kissing his head as she returned with a tray of fruit and wine.

“I never want to move,” he grinned, flipping onto his back, “I just want to stay here with you forever,”.

She grinned, kissing his head and brushing the stray hairs out of his face. “Well you’ll have to come inside eventually, even if I have to carry you inside,” she said, sitting beside him, shifting her white dress around her legs.

“Ooh! Will you?” he grinned, sitting up. Steve liked to think of himself as very masculine, but his one weakness was being carried by and piggyback rides from Diana.

Diana laughed as he kissed her knuckles, making her blush a little bit. “Yes, I can do that,” she promised, “as long as you actually go to bed tonight! You’re not keeping me up ‘til sunrise again,”.

“Oh, like you didn’t like it,” he winked, seductively placing a hand on her strong thigh, leaning closer to kiss her lips.

“Oh don’t start again, I need sleep!” she giggled, playfully pushing him away, “I’m part of the royal family, I have a lot of responsibilities, responsibilities that require SLEEP,”.

He rolled his eyes sarcastically, kissing her cheek before grabbing a fresh peach. “Sure, sure,” nodded, smiling and lying back down on the sand, “but after you’re done with your ‘responsibilities’, you can come to me for… ‘stress relief’,”.

Diana just flicked a grape at his head, making him laugh.

1980

“Say ‘cheese!’” Steve grinned, focusing the camera on Diana as she stood in front of the Eiffel tower. She gave a professional smile, sitting up straight. “Aw, c’mon Diana, give me a big smile!” he teased, adjusting the film to get ready to take another.

“I don’t have to listen to you,” she joked, grinning as she tried to smile bigger, the wind blowing her hair into her face, the locks getting stuck in her lipstick.

Steve thought for a moment, getting an idea. “Hey Diana!” he called.

“Hm?” she answered, pulling her hair back, confused about what he was doing.

“Are you France? Because Eiffel for you!” he grinned, hoping that’d make her laugh.

She just rolled her eyes. “That was terrible,” she giggled, hissing through her teeth like a silly snake.

“Are you a thief? Because you’ve stolen my heart!” he called, his smile getting wider as his brain kept coming up with terrible puns.

“Steve,” she called, not sure if she could handle such bad humor, “honey, I love you, but you’re not that funny,”.

“One more, one more! I know I can make you laugh!” he called, getting ready to snap a picture of her reaction. This had to be a good one. “Are you a beaver? Because DAAAAAMN!” he said, holding his breath as he waited for her to react.

Diana stood there, her lips set in a straight line. Steve had thought he had failed until he heard her chortle. She showed off her pretty smile, laughing out loud at the horrendous pick-up line.

Steve quickly snapped a picture before going up to her. “Am I funny now?” he asked, pecking her lips.

“No, but that was so bad I had to laugh,” she sniffed, catching her breath.

1921

It was quiet. It was dark. All you could hear was the calming sounds of rain and thunder as the moonlit up the small London apartment. Steve laid on his stomach beside Diana, the light coming through the window highlighting his face.

Diana was sleeping beside him, a hand laid on his bare back as she shifted closer. Neither of them was awake, but they felt each other’s presence; they were drawn to it. They could each sense their warmth and hear their soft breathing.

They could feel when the other was having a nightmare and hold them closer, they could feet when the other was cold and cuddle up to them, it was like their brain waves were connected.

Steve shuffled closer to his wife, resting his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. That always soothed him, it was like music, a song of her life.

Diana shifted, wrapping her arms around him, kissing his head in her sleep before settling back into slumber.

Each of their souls reached out to one another, intertwining in an ethereal “I love you,”. Truly, they were made for each other, crafted by the gods to fit each other perfectly. Little did they know, their love was eternal, written in the stars

#wondertrevsecretsanta #wondertrev #wonder woman #steve trevor #diana prince #diana x steve #diana prince x steve trevor #ww84 #dc #dc comics

44 notes · View notes

cutiecrates · 6 years

Text

Cutie Reviews: Kira Kira crate March 18

As usual stuff seems to be happening for me lately. A few days ago I found out my grandmother got hurt and had to be rushed to the hospital for a head injury and injured tailbone, but she is doing okay now. We were told DAYS after it happened, so she’s already recovering really well by now. Fights with friends, preparing our house for its makeover, upcoming yard sale... typical summer activities am I right? <3<

Anyway, let’s just get into this.

As you can see they’re keeping up with their “drawn tutorials” rather than use real models still. I actually really like this :3 it gives the brand a unique style.

Also I’m trying yet another new setting!

For this month we got 2 facial mask-type items. Our first is a Limited Edition Hello Kitty Sheet Mask by Pure Smile. Other than packaging design and scent its a typical plain mask. But the packaging is special all on its own if you ask me~

This came in 5 different packaging colors in 4 scents: Soybean, Pearl, Japanese Sake, and Rice. Each with their own properties; Soybean heals the skin, while Pearl boosts and regenerates collagen, and the sake exfoliates and retains skin moisture. Rice focuses on problem spots and soothes acne.

Looking at the images, I’m assuming got sake- it also smells like a face mask x light alcohol. This was perfect for me... although I recently discovered a few zits, so I could have settled for rice.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Besides packaging there’s nothing really special or unique about it. But its really good, much like most other Pure Smile products. I also like that there was a variety, which is semi-less common in Beauty boxes.

Ironically, our next variety item is another face product, this being a Veggie/Fruits Face Mask, available in tomato, cucumber, watermelon, or pineapple :3 besides tomato they all sound delicious~

What makes this “face mask“ special is that the mask are actually several SLICES, like an actual handmade natural food treatment- you know, like how people would slice cucumbers for their eyes? Or rub avocado all over their face?

It’s a similar concept- but it’s not edible >x< sadly, cause who doesn’t get hungry after using food-based products?

These specific masks are for increasing the firmness and moisture in the skin. You simply stick them on problem areas for 15-20 minutes, then pop them off like you would a normal mask.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I love the concept behind these, and they smell watermelon-reminiscent. Like it didn’t smell like a real watermelon, or even artificial, but it still reminded me of one. The only bad thing I noticed was that afterwards the areas I applied them to were super sticky- like more so than most normal face mask. I felt the need to wash my face off right away compared to letting it soak in like I would normally.

Next is a lovely Pink Lip Palette, a four-colored veristile palette for creating a variety of looks (as seen in the tutorial on top of the entry).

Here they are, it took a few swipes to get them to apply (especially the first two colors, which are hardly visible here). They each have their own tone and apply light, like lip balm on the lips.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I love pink, and I love the different hues you get with this. But when actually on the lips I found that I had to do quite a few swipes to get actual color- with the exception of the reddish hue and the one slightly lighter than it. The other two were practically non existent but they did add a faint hue and shine.

Besides keeping the face clean and feeling fine, we also have this Strawberry Bath Bomb/Tablet/Ball. It’s very small and cute ♥

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

It doesn’t stain the skin due to being white, and I noticed how soft and smooth my hands were after testing it. However the scent left something to be desired. It didn’t remind me of strawberries- in fact it was sort of half good smelling half bad smelling and I have no idea why.

Befitting of our pink and flowery theme is a Sakura Soap & Towel set. Very handy for travel or as a gift for a friend, it reminded me of the set we got in a NMNL Box last year also featuring a Sakura theme, although it was different in design and items. They both came with a towel/cloth though.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I love this adorable shaped soap, look at its detail! It also smells really nice, and I love the cute pattern of the towel/cloth.

Our final item is this Cassis X Sakura Hand Gel product meant to replace greasy lotions while providing moisture for the hands. It is made from an oil infused with a sakura (cherry blossom) scent.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

It’s a clear product, and despite being made with oil it actually soaks into the skin fairly quick and easily. It reminds me of a product my mom had me try a while back, which starts out as a gel but turns into a powder that soaks into the skin.

The scene is amazing! it reminds me of a cross between Juicy Juice and flowers.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Quality/Pricing - 3.5 out of 5. I like the items, but they were kind of on the smaller side (namely the Palette and bath bomb). It’s times like this I wonder if the price is with shipping, as we don’t actually pay for it.

Content - 3.5 out of 5. I really liked everything, but when you get down to it a lot of it was also very plain. Like the hand gel, the bath tablet, the face mask- all of them were clear/white hidden beneath colorful or cute packaging.

Total Rank: 7 out of 10 Cuties. I like the items despite my concerns over the way they planned on changing the box to make sure all of the items fit each other to work in a routine- but I actually haven’t seen a difference honestly. I’d actually give this a 9 out of 10 because I was pretty happy with it, but I go by how I rate the prior fields.

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Hand Gel - The packaging is sweet and elegant looking.

2. Fruits Face Mask - I adore the concept, and it’s very sweet looking. The slices are very detailed too.

3. Sakura Soap and Towel - The soap is very detailed and cute, and I love the simplistically cute design on the towel.

4. Hello Kitty Face Mask - I loved its silver and color packaging, and hello kitty always looks cute in a kimono :3

5. Pink Palette - It’s pretty plain, even if it does feature my 2 favorite colors.

6. Strawberry Bath Bomb - The packaging is adorable but after you take that all off it’s just a plain white ball.

And..... here we are at the end of another review :3 Next up will be Kawaii Crate so I hope you’re as exited for it as I am~

Until next time, stay Watermelony pips cute!

(btw if you get the reference then way to go!)

#kirakiracrate #cutie reviews #helllo kitty #pink palette #fruits face mask #sakura

1 note · View note

corrupted-sorrow · 7 years

Note

I want to ask for Kirino for the excessively detailed meme but... I can't chose which ones? I want to ask for all of them that you haven't already done ^^' is that too much? I love hearing what you write about him ;w;

Alright, but I don´t think those will be really good like the others...

Very, very slight NSFW inside.

What does their bedroom look like?

It´s a big, yet simple one. Has a king size bed, usually with flower patterns or checkered in green and white. Has the traditional Japanese desk for studies... A coffee table and cushions for guests, a bookshelf where he keeps his prizes, too... A closet where he hides mostly of his mascot stuff... Though some are around the room. Has a veranda. Another desk has his computer placed, along with some photos.

Do they have any daily rituals?

Takes some time brushing his hair on the morning. He doesn´t take long making his twintails, though, because practice makes perfection. At night, he likes to soak for a long time in the tub, using bath bombs and such. Brushes his hair 100 times before going to bed.

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

Before going to school, he runs a bit and does calistenics. Then there´s morning soccer practice and afternoon soccer practice. Stretches a bit before sleeping. At Sundays, runs a bit and take strolls.

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

He goes to Tobitaka´s ramen restaurant. Or sometimes dines with Shindou or Hamano.

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

He usually keeps his room clean enough. Though he can be a bit carefree sometimes, leaving clothes around the room. Has an aromatizer on his room and tissues near the bed for you-know-what (He´s a teen boy, after all) Keeps his trashcan always clean and doesn´t put food on it.

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Usually eats the adequate portions for his age. If training much, packs some onigiri. Eats vegetables without complaining, even not liking some. Likes to put karaage and tamagoyaki on his school lunch. The worst habit is having a very sweet tooth, eating candies between the meals, sometimes, usually fruit drops and caramels.

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Reading random stuff, playing videogames and buying mascot related stuff. Feels a bit guilty about the last one, sometimes, as he might spend too much time and money on it. His mother isn´t really pleased with this hobby, either.

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Eating candies while lying on bed and thinking about random stuff, watching kitty and blooper videos on internet and masturbating. For so, he sometimes steal some of his dad´s dirty magazine stash. Usually does those things on Sundays.

Makeup?

Nope.

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Grits his teeth. Must keep his mascot collection clean. Must make the most symmetrical twintails possible. Must be manlier, regarding personality and clothing, at least. So feels guilty about his mascot collection, sometimes. Worries about being a good friend too much.

Intellectual pursuits?

Polishing his Literature and language skills more and more.

Favorite book genre?

Biography, historic and some thirillers.

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Though thinks of himself as heterosexual only, shows some interest in Shindou and Kariya, sometimes. Since he never had experiences with them, I guess this doesn´t count as bisexual... He´s not close-minded about orientations. People can be whatever they want to, he´s fine with this. Though he finds a bit odd when seeing the real thing in front of him.

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Scar on his left thigh (Done by Shindou, accidentally) The foot Kariya stepped on still hurts, also. Mostly in rainy days.

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Being better than Shindou at some subjects and creating another defense technique.

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Going to a good university and just keeping his friendship with Shindou and Kariya.

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Likes simple clothing, like t-shirts or polos, along with jeans or cargo pants. Usually uses his favorite red sneakers, but have others. There´s no ritual in particular... Or maybe putting a bit of perfume counts?

Favorite beverage?

Some kinds of tea, like Earl Grey and Green, iced or not. Likes to drink strawberry milk, sometimes. Some flavors of Calpis, also.

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

How was his day, incoming soccer matches, sometimes about his friends...

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Nothing serious. Just had chickenpox, flu and sinusitis. Passed chickenpox to Shindou, though, which isn´t that bad.

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Shy, yet strong girls (Not physically) Long hair, medium breasts... Nothing out of the ordinary. But the biggest turn-off are girls physically stronger than him, loud and hysterical girls... But the worst of all... Being called lovely and cute.

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Terrible drawings and plans for a new technique.

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Organized enough to find his everyday stuff. Sometimes, losts little things like the 3DS stylus and keys, because he´s feeling lazy and his room is a bit messy, with clothes and books everywhere.

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

Literature, History and languages. Very carefree about the rest. Not that´s he´s dumb, he just gets distracted.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

At a good college, maybe Literature course... Or being a pro soccer player. Wishes both could get along.

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

Perhaps being a Literature, History or English teacher and visiting France. The other plan is to be a coach or maybe an ikebana teacher like his mother.

What is their biggest regret?

Wasn´t with Shindou at very important moments, like when he miximaxed and had to go to other planets. Feels terrible about the time he felt jealous of him.

But more than anything, that he couldn´t prevent Jeanne´s horrific death.

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Shindou is and probably will always be his most important friend. After making up with Kariya, got a soft spot for him, too. His worst enemy is a person that could harm them.

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Nervous and scared, but still okay to proceed and find a solution and/or shelter.

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Gets down, silently. If he cries, will be so discreet that no one will notice.

Most prized possession?

Shindou´s friendship misanga (bracelet) they made few years ago. Takuto has the one Kirino made. Also, keeps one of Jeanne´s candy.

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Not that possessive with his stuff. He even gives some of his mascots for cousins.

Concept of home and family?

Deeply cares for his parents. Respects his mother a lot, which is strict, but caring on her own way. His father is more carefree and they have fun together. His home is the place where he feels comfy and safe, despite being a very big old Japanese style mansion for about six people (Maid, chef and housekeeper)

Consider his close friends as family, too.

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

He´s very private. Will maybe open himself to his best friends, but doesn´t want to bother them, though.

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Window shopping, for sport stuff in particular. He thinks he could just research about desired item on internet and then going to buy it. Still, he goes taking a peek on everything.

Also using Twitter and Instagram.

What makes them feel guilty?

Being a bad friend or son. And sometimes he masturbates to certain people... And wants to die after doing so.

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Analytical. It´s rare for him to lost his cool.

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

I guess... 40% A and 60% B

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Candy and a warm bubble bath.

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

He´s prone to feel inferior. Actually, feels really inferior when compares himself to Shindou, which makes he feel guilt.

How misanthropic are they?

Very little. He´s still young, though. Has yet to see the ugliest part of human beings.

Hobbies?

Reading, writing, ikebana, soccer training, chatting with Shindou and singing along as he plays the piano, going out with Kariya (as friends) and fishing with Hamano, Hayami and Kurama, basically. Goes out with all of his friends, sometimes.

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

He will graduate in college. Thinks formal is okay and self might be interesting, depending of the subject.

Religion?

Buddhist, but doesn´t practice it. Still goes to the temple, sometimes.

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Likes when the tea stalk is floating vertically, won´t write others names in red and makes wishes at temples, specially Tenjin (Scholarship god) Not a fan of cemiteries and ghosts.

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

Depends of the person and the situation. But use words, mostly.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

A shy, kind and gentle girl. Would like her to feel protected by him. If possible, not taller...

How do they express love?

With trust and the best advices he can think of. For friends, he also gives little pats on their heads (Like Kariya) and arm bumps (Like Shindou) For lovers, would try to make handmade gifts and give flowers.

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

He´s the defensive kind of person, but I guess his posture would be karate-like.

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

A bit. He is just unsure of how he will feel when it happens. And sometimes thinks he will miss everyone and everything.

6 notes · View notes

twistednuns · 5 years

Text

June 2019

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.”

A (very) sunny day in London. Seeing a seal in the Thames, right under the Tower Bridge. Walking through St. James’s Park, eating ice-cream. Taking a beautiful picture of Laura in Covent Garden. Finally getting out of the underground. A tiny rainbow reflection in the sky over Greenwich.

Playing badminton in the evening with Frank. Sitting by the river, making new friends (duckies).

Micha. Meeting in Thalkirchen after I had just seen a half dead mouse. Walking along the river, finding a nice spot across from the zoo with a bunch of musical hippies playing the drums on the other bank. We got drunk on Toro Loco and Grasovka in ice hockey cups until he kissed me in the middle of a sentence. It took quite a while until I noticed I was just kissing my first man with a tongue piercing. At some point I re-erected a knocked over portable toilet (does drunk me have superhuman powers?) and we walked to the subway together. Such a gentle weirdo.

Making breakfast for someone other than me. Sharing an apple. Eating out of the same bowl.

IKEA has veggie hot dogs now. Excellent. I also got a new cutting board. And that’s ALL I got. I’m virtually patting myself on the shoulder right now.

Christoph and Lauren’s wedding was pretty chill. We squeezed into a car, went up a very steep hill to attend the ceremony and spent the rest of the day around a camp fire drinking gin and tonics or dancing to very bad music. I loved getting to know Michael’s boyfriend of 4 years. I always received gay vibes from him… good to know that my gaydar isn’t broken.

Taking polaroid pictures in the beautiful afternoon light. I also loved Christian’s outtakes of the theme music quiz. One of them honestly looks as if I’d just won a beauty pageant - we have a host, two ladies with jealous side glances and me, all excited, open mouth, in front of the mic, waiting for her tiara…

Spending a few hours in my mum’s garden. Doing dangerous yoga exercises in the grass. Walking barefoot. Marveling at the lush roses everywhere. Watching a blackbird taking a bath under the cherry tree. Very entertaining.

I want to learn Spanish and this video gives me hope - apparently I can heavily rely on my French vocabulary.

Why the men I like usually look the same.

Hanging out with Martina, Tobi and Diego the dog at the Thalkirchen campsite. Watching the rafts go by (horrible music), driving them home with their car right before the apocalyptic thunderstorm.

The perfect dessert: berries or peaches with fresh cream. The perfect dinner: Truffle pasta.

The concept of eclecticism.

Spending the afternoon with Franzi at Maria Einsiedel. Meeting baby Elise for the first time. Hopping into the Eiskanal, turning my body into a freezer for five minutes. Eating tiny lemon ice-cream and galia melon.

Meeting Catrin and Andreas at Brillengalerie in Altheim. Really good cappuccino (he’s an optician AND a latte artist). I loved trying on those gorgeous glasses and talking to Catrin about the Latte Art championships and rude customers.

Our trip to the Bavarian Forest to make a cake tree for the wedding. We visited Lena’s uncle who turned a tree trunk into a three-tiered cake stand with his chainsaw. We helped. I really want to get a chainsaw license now.

Once again: roses. They are incredibly lush this year. I don’t know why exactly but climate change seems to have one tiny upside.

Drawing. Portrait practice. Filling my sketchbook from idee. Polychromos coloured pencils.

Using Instagram’s story feature for the first time. I love editing pictures and adding gifs and colours. Immature and tacky but fun.

Looking trough old analogue pictures. Finding lots of my dad looking like the perfect Millennial. 90s fashion really IS back. I still loathe fanny packs though.

I found someone who’s coming to India with me!! I’m going to travel with Bibi this summer. So excited!

Unfortunately: the Solitaire app on my phone. Unhealthy obsession. You know you’ve got a problem when you’re getting REALLY good…

The smell of dill pickles reminds evokes vivid memories of my grandma. She used to make them herself, in heavy stoneware next to the wash room in the cellar.

Spending the evening with Bibi at Kulturdachgarten (having Ginger Spritz as a sundowner in the late afternoon sun), eating Israeli mezze at NANA in Haidhausen and seeing Rocketman at Rio cinema. My colleague works there so we got discount tickets and free ice-cream. Taron Egerton is a fabulous actor. If I had to describe the film in one word it’d be flamboyant. Also, I’d have loved to be the costume designer for this.

Iglo veggie love frozen meals. With Hela curry ketchup. Nom.

Extremely cute new rockery plants (who will have to do with regular potting soil I’m afraid).

Meeting Andre at Thalkirchen. Spending the evening on an Isar gravel bank, drinking the beer Martina brought from Croatia. Joining the… eh, what’s the Mile High Club for people who prefer water to air travel? Catching the last train home. Taking dinky photobooth pictures because we still had ten minutes to spare. That fake photo strip makes me happy instantly whenever I look at it.

Getting better at asking for what I want.

The character Moe in the Netflix series Trinkets. To me, she’s so much more attractive than Tabitha. And I love her attitude. And her hookup in episode seven. What a pretty man.

Manu making me realise how much I look like my dad. “At least jawwise!”

Spending the evening with Tom. Pre-theatre Spritz, Melancholia at Kammerspiele, Isar-beer near Müllersches Volksbad. Talking about our insights and issues.

It’s fascinating to see the lupin in front of my balcony door open it’s blossoms gradually from bottom to top. This plant has such an interesting structure and geometry.

Salad season. Somehow I only like salads in the summer but then I eat them passionately. With strawberries, Black Forest tofu, peaches, blueberries, mangoes, olives. Those nice, firm Roma tomatoes you only get during the summer months. I made a huge bowl of Tabouleh the other day and had it for breakfast, lunch an dinner.

Going home in the morning, smelling of another person.

Booking flights to India. 5 weeks. I’ve never been gone for so long and then I chose India of all places… I feel a mild panic attack coming but I’m also super excited.

Artificial cherry flavour.

A day trip with Lexi. She brought crisps and a fun Mexican dice game which we played on the train. Spending the whole afternoon soaking in the warm water at Therme Bad Aibling. Discovering the amazing acoustics in the various domes. Making a new duckie friend. Weird mirror selfies with hairdryers. Dinner at a Bavarian restaurant in Rosenheim. Teaching le Sash some obscure Bavarian words.

The word obscure, come to think of it. Uncanny is a close second.

Jupiter being so bright in the night sky. I always notice it first as soon as it’s dark.

Librarians are secretly the funnest people alive.

So many things, really. I’m feeling quite happy at the moment. My only problem is that I keep gaining weight. Somehow enjoying myself is adverse to the strict regime I need in order to stay perfectly healthy.

Random things: Schweppes Fruity citrus and orange lemonade. Tomato sandwiches with fresh basil on olive ciabatta. That squirrel running over the garage roof in the morning. Dreaming of ferry rides through US rivers. And intercourse with a panther. The Garner Ambre Soleil natural bronzer spray with coconut oil. Nice colour, good smell, minimal chipmunk effect. And of course me regular Garnier sun oil. It’s the bottled essence of summer.

Filling in for someone in the Natural 20s pub quiz team. Being invited to a pen and paper round with feline characters only. Meeting Sophia who, I realised later, played Rosencrantz (or Guildenstern?) at Entity Theatre’s production of Hamlet last year.

My complete and utter obsession with Phil Collins’ version of You Can’t Hurry Love. I think it’s going to be my next karaoke song.

A desire and drive to be creative. Making collages out of dried leftover paint. Drawing on the window panes. Getting out gouache, pastel chalks, oil pastels, those weird 3-in-1 coloured pencils which create such a nice texture. Drawing first thing in the morning. Spending hours drawing owls for the coffee roasters. Using coloured pencils to draw portraits of all the cool girls of Instagram.

Oh, speaking of art. I don’t want to jinx it but I might get the chance to write a book soon! I met an editor who works at a publishing house for lifestyle books and needs someone to make a book about portrait drawing/painting for her. So. Excited. They’re also looking for a trainee in the graphic design department. I really hope I get to collaborate with them in one way or another.

Cute summer outfits. Good colour combinations. Accessorizing. Wearing pretty clothes with a creative twist. Actually putting some thought into putting together an outfit can be a lot of fun. After all it’s just another way of making a collage.

Polarized sunglasses providing me with the bluest skies and rainbow-tinted tram windows.

The Croatian man who sat down next to a visibly pregnant Bavarian woman on the subway and started telling her about his daughter Persephone and the abduction myth connected with her. I keep reading and hearing about Demeter and Persephone lately, for example about Baubo and the vulva presentations / Demeter worship.

Carmen Rohrbach’s Unterwegs sein ist mein Leben. I was very impressed by how much she has seen and experienced. How much she knows about nature and animals. I mean, she’s a biologist, too. Reading this book made my days a little more special because it gave me a sense of how much more there is to discover on this planet.

Eating vegan ice-cream (pumpkin seed and ginger-turmeric) with Micha. Sitting on the balustrade in front of the Art Academy. Staring into these insanely pretty blue eyes all the time. Looking for the toilets, roaming through the hallways. I love the architecture of that building.

A ladybug escaping the subway train through an open door. Freedom!

I love how the characters resemble each other so much in the different generations in the TV-series Dark. Uncanny. And they feature very nice colour contrasts, too. I guess I like their production designer / cinematographer.

Late-night Isar strolls. Drinking red wine, lying down, watching the stars surrounded by fireflies! (which are quite rare where I live so I was lucky - the strangest thing is that I had drawn a firefly into my sketchbook earlier that day, feels like I manifested it)

Tollwood gin and tonics, forgetting to go home, ending up in a gay club at 3am. Nice Thursday.

Making up for the lack of sleep on Friday afternoon. Waking up late. Releasing my inner Julia Child at 2am by making sushi rolls, taboulé and Bergsteigerbrot, something like super tasty vegan granola bars with lots of nuts and honey.

A little bike tour with Frank along the river. Pseudo-meditating on a log, eating some snacks I brought. Floating with the current. His alliterations (“further fodder for future followers”).

#personal #present perfect #things i love #june #2019 #june 2019

0 notes