#thank you for sending it!

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Autumn is one of my favourite seasons as well. I hope this lovely image can cheer you up a bit! 🍁

Oh yea thats the kinda stuff i wanna see!

#thank you for sending it! #thats so pretty!!!

[statusquoergo]

I started rewatching Suits (I actually watched the original run when it was on) and I'm into late Season 4. I forgot how absolutely ridiculous the show was but so enjoyable. One thing I just don't understand is why Rachel and Donna want to be married to Mike and Harvey. For me, if I'm married I want to be my spouse's first priority and they are definitely not. Harvey and Mike will always put each other first, not their wives.

I don't think I can answer that, honestly. Well, I can give an answer, but... Okay, just please remember that this is all on the writers for being shit at writing women. If Donna and Rachel were real people, I'm sure they'd both be absolutely lovely human beings, based on their actions in, let's say the first two seasons.

Anyway.

I think Donna does realize how important Mike is to Harvey, and up to a certain point, understands that Harvey will always put him ahead of her, but once he leaves, all that goes out the window. Even as Harvey's actions are so shaped by how much he misses Mike that Donna can use that to predict his behavior, in her mind, Mike is gone and Harvey needs to get over it. "Harvey, Mike left... [T]he reason he left is because he finally came to terms with who he is. And now that he's gone, who you are is a man who wants back in the game" (s08e01). She's the one who's here now, and Harvey should be grateful to have her.

Rachel is a little bit the opposite of that, in that she knows how important Harvey is to Mike, and is very aware that Mike will always prioritize Harvey over her, but refuses to accept it. Donna waited until Mike was gone to make her move, but Rachel prefers to grab the bull by the horns and get Harvey out of the way herself. She doesn't want Mike to fully cut Harvey out of his life (which would be an absurd ask in the first place), but she's decided she should be Mike's top priority, and gets angry when that isn't the case. It's not a totally unreasonable expectation; she's Mike's girlfriend, Harvey is Mike's boss. The problem is that she never seems to really try to understand why Harvey always comes first, or approach Mike calmly with how much of a problem that is for her (which is par for the course for this show, though, so what do we expect). She's similar to Donna in this sense, where she wants Mike to be what she imagines him to be rather than what he is (Donna does the same to Harvey); she just responds to it in a different way.

This show really is ridiculous, isn't it? 😅

#marvey #rmnp-love #analysis #i'm sorry! this was sent two months ago! #i almost never check my inbox... #this is a really good point though #thank you for sending it!

[chaoticfandomthot]

List 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people who liked/reblogged something from you. Get to know your followers and mutuals!

In no particular order:

1- my rabbit

2- nature (taking a walk, looking at the moon or the sea, etc)

3- my friends (@as-rare-as-trees in particular needs a category of their own)

4- spiders, tarantulas (my own included here) and interesting bugs

5- when people remember things about me i didn't expect them to or when they go 'this made me think of you'

#i like this #thank you for sending it! #ask #aiden asks #dukeoftrash #had to think a bit but this is a non-exhaustive list #there is more #but yeah #i accidentally wrote 10 and had to chop down #whoops

[agentnatesewell]

#look i have this irrationally bad association of this actor because …#… of being a drake walker face claim

Oh. Oh no. I'm so sorry. Oh shit. No one deserves that.

... Never have I been more than happy to have joined the fandom long after the TRR hype had fizzled out, though.

Still, you have my condolences.

Haha! Thank you very much, my friend! I appreciate your support and understanding

I joined right when book three came out and I was alright with it, finished the book, was never really into TRR! I liked the action adventure romances, those were my style

I was heavily into Blades when I got into Wayhaven!

#this ask made me giggle #thank you for sending it! #we will heal! #anon ask

[bornforbvrning]

2, 11 and 18?

2. The first concert I’ve ever attended was Ensiferum + Skyforger and Metsatöll back in 2015. I don’t listen to any of the bands anymore, but the memories stay of course

11. Yes! Actually at most of the shows haha. I’d say I’m pretty average height but I want to see & get the most out of each concert :)

18. Good one, now I really need to think which show was the most fun one I’ve been to… this year I think it was Zeal&Ardor at Brutal Assault, the crowd was super energetic but also respectful (sang along and really got into the mood), so at least from this year’s shows, I’d choose this one

#ask #thank you for sending it! #the last one made me think of so many great shows that i had to smile - thanks so much :D

[anemptypuddingcup]

omgg im the person who sent in the luffy + breeding ask, and you DELIVERED!!! having that shit printed and framed as we speak

YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SENT THAT IN!?-

I love you- no really I had a blast writing that submission, thank you😭💖

#you chose a good combo #thank you for sending it! #puddingtalking

[vecnuthy]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog!

Eee round two okay okay I've got this

I graduated high school in a class of 5, and one of them was homeschooled

My favorite flowers are and look like cosmos, anemones, and daisies

I minored in French in college et ça me manque

#est-ce que je me souviens de français? nonnn :( #y'all if you pop off to me in french I'll be a combo of the dizzy mr krabs and the prehistoric spongebob memes #ask game #thank you for sending it! #if the french is wrong it's been *squints* 8 years so 👍

[pynkhues]

Roman and Shiv doing a pinky swear!

Thank you!! This one got a little long, anons, but I hope you like it <3

-

So they go back to Kendall’s villa.

Somehow manage to slink out of their father’s estate and into one of the cars still hovering outside, let the thing crawl them around the Tuscan countryside and sit in silence as the moon hangs itself low above them – a sliver of a thing, something close to empty – and Shiv thinks - -

Too much.

Nothing.

Something in between.

Fuck.

She drags a hand back across her mouth, lets her lips dry against her thumb, watches Kendall slump and Roman shrink in the seats opposite her, and wasn’t one of them beside her before? She remembers the heat, the weight, the feeling of being on a bench with another, and no, that was on the way, Kendall beside her, Roman opposite, but now it’s her on the other side of them, and she hates it.

That her first thought is that they know.

(Then an image, a picture, a look – Tom’s gaze on her the other night when they’d fucked, after she’d told him that she didn’t love him, that he’d always want her, the way he’d froze, set to stone beneath her gorgon stare, her dress up around her waist and her panties gone as she sunk down on him, and then Tom’s grip on her thighs, almost too tight, almost not letting her move, almost punishing, and he was always almost – almost enough, almost gone, almost what she deserved, but nothing about this was almost anymore).

The lights outside the car window flick across her brothers’ faces – catch in the bags beneath Kendall’s eyes and the lines at Roman’s – and she feels it then too, their age, this weight, feels all the ways this night has turned them inside-out, left them exposed, and then, just as quickly, she thinks of them as kids.

Thinks of her and Roman at six, ten, thirteen, making up some mythic language to use only in front of Kendall, just to piss him off. Roman had tried to teach some of it to Connor that one Thanksgiving, but he’d just laughed, baffled, and Kendall had been flush-cheeked and ignored it until Shiv had said they’d teach him, just so he’d admit he wanted to learn, wanted to know what they were saying, that what they were saying mattered enough for that, but he never did and maybe that had stung.

She remembers semesters in Manhattan with Kendall after Roman was sent away and the language they hadn’t even meant to make too, one felt in a tennis swing or a knowing look or an inside joke that had left Roman really fucking mean, and she remembers the boys club too, with Kendall and Roman in perfectly-tailored suits that never seemed to fit them, a roughness to the way they spoke that she was never allowed, how easily Roman had seemed able to read Kendall, how he knew how to swerve from the finish line with him in a way he never could with her.

Mostly though she thinks they’re an odd number, the three of them, and there’s always someone on the bench seat alone.

The slightly metallic smell of recycled air conditioning and the smell of Roman’s cologne mingled with sweat and tears finds her nose, and she looks at him, his gaze out the window, jaw clenched, eyes still watery, and something in her winds like a children’s toy.

She kicks him in the shin, watches his head jerk around, lip curl in a sneer, and she just nods, says:

“You okay?”

Roman stares back at her, eyebrows raised, big, coin-shaped eyes staring back at her, and then he just says:

“Fuck off.”

*

So they go back to Kendall’s villa.

“Oh is this something we’re doing here? Now?” Roman asks. “Don’t you have kids?”

“They’re asleep probably,” Kendall replies, easy, as he crouches at the liquor cabinet, pawing through the bottles until he finds whatever it is he’s looking for. Shiv wishes she cared, kicking off her heels and half unzipping the back of her dress. It hangs off her shoulders then – a mouth open to the night (like Tom’s too often over hers, under hers, like it was looking up at her as she straddled his hips). She sniffs, dropping bodily back onto the couch, trying to ignore the fact that somewhere in this place Sophie and Iverson are pretending to sleep.

Any thoughts of all the times they stayed up eavesdropping on family vacations are apparently wilfully ignored by Roman too as he watches Kendall drag a bottle of gin from the back the liquor cabinet, orienting three glasses on the coffee table as he pours a healthy jigger.

“Sure,” Roman allows. “On the scale of vacation trauma, yesterday’s probably hard to top for them anyway.”

Briefly, Kendall’s hand stills on the cork of the gin bottle, gaze down, fixed on the glasses, and she knows if she could see him properly, he’d be blinking hard, his lower lip hanging open, any response held to the back of his teeth. She gets up just to take two of the glasses Kendall’s poured, passing one to Roman so she can glare at him, and Roman rolls his eyes, mouths a sarcastic sorry that doesn’t pass his tongue, as Shiv resettles on the couch.

Roman downs the gin in one long gulp, then holds out his glass for a refill that Kendall obliges, before he moves to the other couch. He plants his ass on the arm of it just long enough to roll backwards, leaving his back against the cushions and his legs hanging at an angle over the edge, avoiding Kendall’s gaze. Not that it seems to really matter. Kendall’s sitting on the coffee table himself now, and he downs his glass with a quicker, more practiced swallow than Roman ever could.

“So, what to? Where to?” Roman asks, craning his neck up to slurp from his new glass as Kendall tops up his own.  

“There are things we can do,” Kendall tries. “We can make an appeal to the Board, block the sale, there’s a plan here.”  

Roman shares a look with Shiv, before turning his gaze back on Kendall.  

“Yeah, see the thing with your plans is that they are terrible and don’t work.”

Shiv snorts, sinking back into the cushions, hand firm around her own glass. There’s a white noise in her head that she can’t quite snuff out, leaving every edge dulled. She hadn’t had much to drink at the reception, had sobered up fast anyway, but vaguely, she thinks she feels a little drunk.

“Uh huh, well, I don’t know if it’s the plans, but maybe the, uh, people involved in the plans.”

“Yeah, totally, that person being you.”

“Guys,” Shiv says. “Can we not? I just - - ”

“What? Don’t have the stomach for it?” Roman asks, turning his gaze on her. “No wonder Dad killed you.”

“Yeah, because I’m the only casualty here,” Shiv replies, and Roman pulls a face, feeding his glass back to his mouth and then glancing back at where Kendall’s already looking a little less steady, a little unmoored.

He’d seemed better in the car, firmer than he had in a while after his dustbowl confessional, and Shiv thinks of what he said, and then she thinks of her wedding, and it’s just a fucking straight line back to Tom. She has a drink, feeling liquid with her zip loosened, without the firmness of the dress’ silhouette holding her together, a mess left to ooze in their mother’s vineyard while Kendall and Roman bicker about what, fuck, Shiv doesn’t care.

There was something in it, to it. The cloying way he’d said her name in that room as he’d found his way to her open side, like he knew exactly where she was softest, tenderest, exactly where to press – a grip like a vice made to look like a comfort. She wonders if she has marks still on her thighs from where he’d held her as he’d fucked her the other night.

Wonders if she could dig them out of her skin, remake the shape of her until he’d never touched her at all.

She wets her lips, sniffs, vaguely tunes in to hear Kendall’s low voice stumbling over his new lawyer’s name, and she feels restless suddenly, the image of Tom in her head, his forehead creased, his gaze distant, not a cloak and dagger – she’d never give him that much credit – but like a fucking throw pillow. Something to put under your head or over your mouth, your nose. Death by cotton, and yeah, okay, something in her seems to sober then.

She gets up, toeing back into her shoes and re-zipping her dress, ignoring Kendall when he makes a vague attempt to help hold her glass and shoving it between her knees instead. Roman clocks it, twisting on the seat to sit up, gaze darting over her as she pulls herself together.

“What are you - - where are you going?”

“Where do you think?”

Roman makes a strangled noise then, says:

“No, come on, Tom? You can’t want to be around your - - your murse right now.”

“We need a plan, and I need him to not know that we know,” Shiv tells them, because suddenly this feels important, this need to freeze him in time, in space, so she can catch-up, so she can overtake, so she can dig him up, dig him out, and Kendall seems to hold his breath as Roman arches an eyebrow.

“And what, pray tell, do we know, Siobhan?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Shiv sees Kendall look down, his gaze fixed on a spot on the floor before he lifts his head up again, not to Shiv but to Roman, and she can’t see him like this, but somehow she knows it. That the look on his face is the same as the one on hers, and oh, it’s been a long time since she spoke the same language as Kendall.

Maybe even longer since Roman’s spoken it too. His brow raises, eyes widen, but she knows he’s not surprised, that the thought’s already crossed his mind – that Tom was the one to tell – but that he maybe wasn’t quite as sure yet, hadn’t grasped that particular reality quite as quickly. His gaze flits between them sharply, and Kendall moves like maybe he means to reach for her but then thinks better of it, and it’s heavy for a moment – the air in this too-big room.

“So what?” Roman says, breaking the silence. “You go over there and play dumb wife while I what? Take care of suicide watch over here?”

Beside her, Kendall flinches, but Shiv ignores him, allowing for the way Roman pulls a face like he regrets saying it, and Shiv just doesn’t have time for this right now. She’s not sure how long this energy, this firmness, this plan will last, just knows that she needs to act now. Needs to play dumb wife to buy herself – them – time, position herself bruised, sisterly, soft, so that Tom thinks he’s safe.

“I’ll come back later tonight,” she says, because she will. Because she’ll spin a lie (half-lie) about needing time with her brothers, being worried about Kendall (it was only yesterday, only yesterday, remember?) about Roman (you know how he thinks he’s closest to mom), needing to talk things through, and - -

“Bullshit.”

Shiv’s gaze snaps back to Roman.

“What?”

“How do we even know you’re not going to stab us in the back? Try to cut a deal, make yourself Dad’s new favourite toy’s new favourite toy? Or wait, you’ve got to know that’s Greg, so what? Finally let the fucker knock you up to get yourself back in?”

Shiv rolls her eyes.

“I’ll come back,” she repeats, and Roman scoffs, finishing off his drink and pushing the glass back at Kendall, but Kendall doesn’t take it. He’s watching Shiv with the sort of look she’s not used to, like he gets it, like he understands. Like it’s the two of them again, familiar, and Roman’s the one who doesn’t get it – back in Manhattan for Thanksgiving break, misreading every look, the outsider to every inside moment.

“Whatever, I don’t care,” Roman says, grabbing the gin bottle from the coffee table beside Kendall, and Shiv huffs out a breath, antsy now.

“What, you want me to promise? Are we in grade school? You want me to pinky swear?”

“Actually, yeah,” Roman says, ditching his glass entirely and taking a swig out of the bottle. He holds up his other hand expectantly, and if Shiv didn’t know any better, she’d say it was shaking a little. Shiv huffs, walks over to him, and holds out her own hand, but before she can hook their fingers, Roman twists his hand, flips her off, and then, like he’s changed his mind, suddenly hooks his pinky with hers. And okay, it’s not - - it’s not anything, some dumb thing they used to do like every other kid, but something in her feels wired with it instantly. Twin fingers locked, the Romulus to her Remus. Charged with the way Roman takes another swig of gin, not meeting her gaze, but also not loosening his grip.

Shiv swallows, curls her finger around his a little tighter.

“I should call Con. Let him know we’re here,” Kendall says suddenly, awkward, lurching up off the coffee table behind her, and pulling his cell out of his pocket. After a minute, the sound of the screen door to the terrace opens and shuts, and Shiv exhales, resisting the itch in her head that tells her he shouldn’t be alone.

“This how you jerk off Wambsgans?” Roman asks suddenly, pulling her back to him, to this, to now, like he’d known, and Shiv rolls her eyes, unable to help the smile tugging at her lips.

“This as far as you get with Ger-Bear?”

“Nice,” Roman tells her, dropping the bottle to the floor beside him and breaking his grip. He was pressing his finger so tight to hers, there’s a pink ring of flesh there now, and she rubs her thumb against it, thinks, maybe, it’s the sort of mark she doesn’t want to dig out.

“Keep an eye on him ‘til I get back,” she tells Roman, jerking her head out in the direction Kendall went in, and Roman snorts.

“Should’ve called ahead and had the help get rid of any sharp objects.”

Shiv gives him a look, and Roman sighs, dropping his hands on his knees, says:

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep an eye on our very own Captain Ahab here, don’t worry,” he tilts his head, watching Kendall on the back terrace through the window. “What about you? You gonna give Wambsgans the ol’ forty whacks?”

“Lizzie Borden killed her parents, not her husband,” Shiv says offhand, and Roman snorts.

“Yeah, well, you already fucked that up.”

“I did?”

Roman shrugs, glances back at her, a look on his face she can’t entirely read. (Would Kendall be able to?) Shiv wets her lips, and she thinks of telling him she’ll come back again, that she promised, that maybe that means something to her, at least right now, with them, but what comes out is:

“You gonna help me hide the body if I do?”

And at least that gets a wry grin out of him.

“Helped you hide Ken’s Walkman after you broke it in fifth grade, didn’t I?”

“You mean I helped you hide it after you broke it.”

“Details,” Roman says, waving a hand out at her, and Shiv folds her arms over her chest, tilts her head.

“Oh, you mean that thing you’re terrible with?”

At that, Roman rolls his eyes, lurching up off the couch, and Shiv doesn’t even realise she’s been stalling until Roman says:

“Go on, get out of here before Con shows up and starts telling us this all happened because he was out of the loop again.”

Swaying sideways, Roman makes quick work passing Shiv, and she turns in time to watch him reach the screen door, pulling it open and yelling out into the night.

“Hey, asshole, you’ve lost your pool privileges, remember?”

His figure is small there, half a leg out into the darkness, calling to Kendall, and for a moment, she wonders if it’s just about Mum and Dad for him, or about Gerri too. Thinks she can’t think like that now, not yet, not when there’s a road ahead of her with Tom at the end tonight, not when she has to go and play a role she told herself she’d never have to again, not when she has to find her way back here, to these wounded animals she calls her brothers and the creature she feels inside herself, something hardening and something starting to burn. Her thumb finds her finger, feels Roman’s wrapped around it, a language from childhood remembered, and finally, she takes a breath.

Touch prompts

#i was going to do a few today but this one ate up all the space in my head haha #thank you for sending it! #roman + shiv #kendall + roman + shiv #succession fic #hbo succession #shiv roy #kendall roy #roman roy #shiv x tom #kind of #welcome to my ama #prompt fill #touch prompts

[thunderbringer]

"You made pancakes?"

thor's skills in the kitchen, more often than not, aren't exactly appreciated. during his time on midgard, he has learned a great deal and has discovered numerous talents that he wouldn't have otherwise known. cooking has become a favorite hobby of his, breakfast foods especially, and he loves to share that joy with anyone who will allow him. a large smile greets @itismissswann as she approaches. ❝ aye. there is no feeling in the world than starting your day off right with a proper meal. ❞

MORNING AFTER SENTENCE STARTERS.

#not sure what verse to put this in so i winged the crap out of it #thank you for sending it! #itismissswann #meme response

[aresite]

7. What is their hair texture like? 8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

Ares' hair is surprisingly soft for someone who doesn't generally use any products in it other than homemade shampoo. It's also rather layered and feathery.

As for jewelry, Ares wears quite a lot. He has his ears peirced multiple times down each ear and usually wears a wooden bead braided into a lock of hair. He also wears bracelets or other dangling charms. Rovers are often fond of gold, clinking jewelry and often wear a lot of it regardless of gender and he is no exception!

That being said, the wooden bead probably stands out the most since its just a wooden, hand carved and hand painted bead.

#tameradabsol #asks #I assume this is from a meme but I can't remember which one! #thank you for sending it!

[delphi-dreamin]

For Delphie and Lucifer and/or Beel

28, 30, and 31

Hello, lovely! (Do you prefer Tia or Spark? Because I've been tagging your asks as Spark and I wanna make sure that's okay.)

28. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

Lucifer: Sometimes Delphi gets along with his brothers a little better than he would like, but overall he loves how much they all love each other. And he makes a very good impression on her little brother Cody. They don't get the opportunity to spend much time together, but they do chat every now and then. And Cody is able to give Lucifer some excellent insights on their childhood and why she does some of the things she does.

Beel: He is absolutely thrilled that Delphi has fit so well into his family. He especially loves that she's so enamored with Belphie. When he meets Cody, even though there's almost a foot height difference, it's like they're the twins. They get on famously. Beel teaches Cody about fangol, and Cody gets Beel into fantasy football. They're honestly two peas in a pod.

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

Lucifer: He loves to tease her with kisses to the nape of her neck, just below her earlobes, the tip of her nose, and the inside of her wrist, as well as on his pact mark on her throat, of course. Delphi loves to press a kiss to his temple when he's working, between his shoulder blades (where his wings connect in his demon form), his forehead (the diamond), and his fingertips.

Beel: Absolutely loves to pepper her stomach with kisses, also enjoys nibbling kisses to her neck. Other favorites include her eyelids, shoulders, and her inner thighs. Delphi loves to squish Beel's face between her hands and kiss him all over until they're both a giggling mess. She loves to kiss the top of his head when she's proud of him, and the tip of his nose, and she thoroughly enjoys kissing and biting down his chest.

31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

Lucifer: Obviously it isn't all sunshine and rainbows. They have their growing pains at first, like any couple. And canon has some twists for them, but Delphi and Lucifer weather any and every storm together. Lucifer doesn't believe in soul mates because it would require a level of belief in predestination and fate and in his Father, and he just doesn't have it it him. But if he did, he'd say that this feisty little human, with her captivating smile and her absolute disdain for authority, her wild eyes and her loving heart, well she might just be his.

Beel: Delphi and Beel are so carefree in the way they love each other. They're like springtime, giggling and warm and fresh with possibilities. Whenever the two are together, things are easy and light. And when they float apart, it's with the knowledge that they're each there for the other whenever they need.

OTP Relationship Asks

#Oh my god this took so long #but it was so good to write #that last question #oof #it was a good one #thank you for sending it! #spark ✨ #ask games #otp asks #☆whispers from the wood #obey me #obey me lucifer #mc!delphi #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me x oc

[notesonartistry]

dire straits perfect mandela on youtube

:)

I know a few Dire Straits songs - this reminded me of a couple I'd forgotten though - I don't know how because they're iconic songs and I used to listen to them regularly in the car!

What a cool set! The intro being by Billy Connolly is a cherry on top!

I must confess that some of the instrumental breaks were a bit long for me, but other than that, I loved it. Thanks for sending it to me :)

#notesonnewmusic #although maybe this should be #notesonoldmusic #love the recommendation anyway! #thank you for sending it! #dire straits #eric clapton #billy connolly #mandela concert #1988 #music recommendations

[fireofjudgement]

Can you write an hc of Gwi Nam reaction to reader doodling in class? And could Gwi Nam have a crush on the reader as well?

Like they sit right next to each other and he looks over and boom ✨️talent✨️

What would he say if anything at all? Would he like it or hate it? Would he be a tsundere or would he be nice about it?

Hi there! My requests are closed for now as I'm quite busy nowadays (and i still have 12 left, rip), I might open them again next month so you can resend it then 😌

#i like the idea tho! #thank you for sending it!

[thesimplicityofchance]

また旅に誘われて by RIKON DENSETSU is the best i’ve got. it’s just too fun to listen to 😌

Ooo it so fun to listen too!! I love it! It's definitely getting added to a playlist!

#thank you for sending it! #i love seeing what others are listening too!

[blog-de-segunda]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity ❤︎

You are one of my favorite blogs too! :3

#ask #sstrawbearies #thank you for sending it!

[satansssgayassistant]

✨ When you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positive vibes are cool) 🎶

Ahhh!

Okay, first: the first punch by pierce the veil, death of peace of mind by bad omens, the balcony scene by pierce the veil, lost by bring me the horizon, emo boy by ayesha erotica

#ask! #daisy tag✨ #thank you for sending it!