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inkskinned · 4 months

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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

#spilled ink #warm up #“why did u tag it warm up” bc i wrote it off the cuff while drinkin coffee lol #btw the 30 dollar buy in for the dog walking is bc they pay the organizer a small pittance so she can #run fb ads and stuff and like she does put in a lot of work i don't mind paying her #but that's exactly what im fucking talking about like.#ppl can't afford to volunteer their time anymore and we all understand it!!! everything costs money for everyone!#like we didn't have to use to say ''do you mind paying me back for the stuff we ate''#we used to be able to afford to feed our friends once in a while!!!

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sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog · 5 months

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I just want to keep my job even though I don't know how to make memes. Buy our coffee. We've got holiday gifts for the coffee lover in your life.

Awesome Coffee is different because 1. we source our beans directly from small farmers collectives, 2. it's better and fresher than grocery store coffee, and 3. ALL of our profit goes to fight maternal and child mortality in impoverished communities, whereas almost all other coffee makes rich people richer, which is the dumbest thing that can be done with coffee (or other forms of wealth).

#coffee company #i am an unpaid intern #because otherwise some of our profit would go to me #and I don't need it and shouldn't have it #buy our coffee #so I don't get replaced by someone who knows memeology #god I wish I could make better memes #I see young people memes and I feel so envious #not of their youth which is overrated but of their memetic creativity

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yeoldenews · 4 months

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Hi I was wondering if you know of any good resources to get good vintage names that aren’t typical and boring (Fred, Edward, Alfred etc)?

Some of the names in the Santa letters are certainly peculiar and it made me wonder what kind of names those “vintage baby names” lists are leaving out 😜

Thanks! And happy new year 🎊

One place to get a good general overview of what names were like in a certain era is the Social Security Administration's lists of popular names that go back to the 1880s. The further down the lists you go the less common they get. However these are still all names that had at least a few hundred occurrences, so you're not going to have any Gloyds etc..

I personally always try to find names from primary sources (newspapers, census, vital records, etc.) as you're more likely to come across unusual names that don't make the top 200 lists.

Also keep in mind that name popularity varied greatly by location. Just because there were a bunch of Juanitas in Tulsa in 1930 doesn't mean there were that many in Boston.

Honestly if anyone is working on a specific project and needs names from a certain location/era (i.e. you're writing a novel that takes place in London in 1627) feel free to message me and I'd be happy to work with you to compile a list from primary sources. I love this stuff and will use any valid excuse to spend an evening digging through 17th century baptismal records.

#if you buy me a coffee I might even make you a simple custom name generator #I do this for myself all the time because I'm a party person who really likes spreadsheets #names #history #historical fiction #writing resources #asks #@sir-sleepalot #writing reference #character names

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jspookywolf · 11 months

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That was a lie… they kept going out after that

First time drawing long-haired Padawan Obi and Padawan Quin! And obviously had to draw them like that because I wanted to jump on the Barbie train but also because I want to believe that something of sorts did happen when they were young lol

Buy me a KO-FI

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 23 days

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AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of something you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

#thank you 🌺 anon my beloved….. i am kissing your beautiful brain #😭😭😭😭 now i kinda wanna write this oh no #my anons keep making my wip list longer this isn’t fair T—T #(i love you all very much)#NO BUT THIS IS SO BIGBRAINED IT’S INSANE #fashion designer!sugu the loml…. model!satoru just feels so natural too #i think they’re both very mature!!!!!!!#there are some aus where i think satoru would lean towards his more bratty hs self #but here i feel like he’s similar to the way he is in canon :3 just. silly and goofy and passionate abt what he does #AND very fond of youth. of people with lofty goals and dreams and starlight in their eyes #(<- has gotten carried away)#YOU GET IT THOUGH i know you’ll see the vision 🌺 anon 🫂🫂🫂 we’re holding hands #i need them both #need suguru to buy me expensive coffee while satoru feeds me pieces of a pastry #for some reason i keep thinking of coffee breaks i might. just be hungry 😭😭😭#ask tag ✩#🌺 anon !! ✩#geto x reader #gojo x reader #stsg x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader

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tramp-fiction · 2 months

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Anidala fanart~!

tried to brick my pc but look how pretty it is! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

( ﾟヮﾟ)/ view higher res on my coffee page link in Bio

#star wars fanart #digital art #star wars #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #clip studio paint #darth vader #anidala #fanart #anakin x padme #padme naberrie #anakin and padme #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #illustrator #my art #buy me a coffee

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mousedetective · 4 days

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Please Help A Homeless, Disabled & Mostly Queer Family Get Ready For Housing By Helping With Paying For Much-Needed Loans!

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VENMO: @penaltywaltz | CASHAPP: $afteriwake23 | ZELLE: DM me for email address

4/25/24 - New Post

So last week, I had the county share my County of San Diego Section 8 housing application (which I've been waiting on for 17 years) with the City of Oceanside Housing Office, which is the city where I currently have a three-bedroom house waiting for us. So we're still waiting to hear if they'll bump me up on the Oceanside list, but yeah. That's where housing currently stands.

To pay off many immediate bills, I had to take out a bunch of payday loans and two longer-term loans (which weren't for much, but the repayment rates were reasonable). This is what I still need:

$255 for my loan from Speedy Cash (due by April 26th)

$300 for my loan from Ace Cash Express (due by May 2nd)

$486.86 for my loan from Moneylion (due May 2nd)

$177 for my loan payment from Green Arrow Loans (due May 3rd)

$277 for my loan payment from Greenline Loans (due May 3rd)

$546.90 for my mom's loan from Moneylion (due by May 15th)

$285 for my Moneytree loan (due by May 25th)

$285 for my mom's Moneytree loan (due by May 26th)

I listed them in order of priority so any help with these would be amazing. If I can get this month's batch of loan payments paid off, I shouldn't need much help next month. In May I have to cover all three storage units (I think) so if I can get help with the first five loan payments listed, I should be able to cover them and still be able to cover immediate expenses.

$536/2613 (Total Goal)

$536/$1496 (Immediate Goal)

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lucybronzey · 4 months

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secrets - lucy bronze

author's note: here's a little oneshot from my bronze lovers/supporters! you are more than welcome to buy me a coffee right here - link here! (all the donations go towards my medication and graduation fees) feedback is also welcome! enjoy! pairing: lucy bronze x f!reader warnings: none?? kissing??

The bustling city of London held its secrets close, none more so than the clandestine romance between Lucy Bronze, the world-renowned footballer, and Y/N, the mysterious singer who captivated hearts with her enchanting voice and captivating and challenging lyrics. The pair moved through life like shadows, their love known only to those who dared to read between the lines of the whispers that surrounded them.

Lucy, with her commanding presence on the football field, was a force to be reckoned with. Y/N, on the other hand, was a mistress of melodies, enchanting audiences with her voice that seemed to hold the echoes of forgotten tales. It was at an exclusive event, a gathering where the glittering lights of fame blurred into one another, that their paths first crossed.

The air was charged with the electric energy of possibility when Lucy, the renowned football star, caught sight of Y/N across the crowded room. Drawn by an invisible thread, she made her way through the sea of faces until she stood before the captivating singer. Their introduction was simple yet profound, a shared smile that hinted at the secrets yet to unfold.

From that moment, their connection grew in the hushed corners of the world, away from the prying eyes of the public. Yet, the paparazzi, those relentless seekers of truth in the dark alleys of fame, managed to infiltrate their haven. Cameras clicked discreetly, capturing stolen moments that spoke of love too potent to be hidden. Hands clasped in private, stolen kisses under the moonlit veil of secrecy, and glances exchanged like promises — these became the breadcrumbs scattered by the world, breadcrumbs that led anyone curious enough into the labyrinth of their concealed love.

The world, however, had a way of sneaking into the shadows. Paparazzi lenses clicked discreetly, capturing stolen moments of the couple's intimacy — hands clasped, stolen kisses and glances that spoke volumes. Despite the evidence splashed across tabloids and social media, Lucy and Y/N maintained a façade, their lips sealed tighter than the locked doors of their private world.

In the weeks leading up to the London O2 Arena performance, Y/N's world tour became a journey of both artistic expression and strategic evasion. Each city and stage presented an opportunity to share her music with the world while also distancing herself from the ever-watchful eyes of the media. The complexities of fame demanded a delicate dance between visibility and seclusion, and Y/N waltzed through it with the grace of a seasoned performer.

The London O2 Arena, standing as an iconic testament to the grandeur of live performances, loomed on the horizon like a chapter waiting to be written. As the date approached, the anticipation hung in the air, both for the audience eager to be enraptured by Y/N's voice and for Lucy, who would be among the privileged few in the guest box, a clandestine witness to the unfolding spectacle.

The night arrived with a hushed expectancy, the air thick with the promise of revelations. Lucy, adorned in an elegant ensemble, took her seat in the guest box, surrounded by family and football comrades. The entourage shared knowing glances, a silent acknowledgment of the secrets they guarded as they settled in to witness Y/N's artistry.

The stage, bathed in a soft glow, became a canvas for Y/N's narrative. The crowd, an ocean of faces, awaited the magic that was about to unfold. As Y/N stepped into the spotlight, the world around her faded into obscurity, and the music began to weave a tale that transcended the bounds of melody.

Y/N stood centre stage, bathed in the soft glow of the spotlight that seemed to halo her like a celestial aura. The London's O2 Arena, with its towering expanse, hung in rapt anticipation. The crowd, a sea of faces stretching to the farthest corners of the venue, held its collective breath. It was a moment suspended in time, the world hushed in reverence for the unveiling of a secret sonnet.

The opening chords of the new song reverberated through the arena, each note a brushstroke on the canvas of the night. Y/N's voice, a mellifluous melody that seemed to defy gravity, carried the audience into a realm where love and mystery intertwined. The lyrics, seemingly innocent to those unfamiliar with the intricacies of Y/N and Lucy's clandestine affair, held the depth of a carefully veiled confession.

"In the shadows, where whispers bloom, A tale untold, a love immune. Behind closed doors, where dreams entwine, Our secret dance, forever mine."

The words danced on Y/N's lips, each syllable dripping with the honeyed sweetness of revelation. It was a clandestine love letter, penned in the language of metaphors and concealed truths. To the unsuspecting ear, it might have sounded like a beautiful serenade, a generic ode to love's mysteries. However, for Lucy, seated in the guest box, each line resonated with an intimate resonance only she could fully comprehend.

Y/N's eyes, pools of sincerity, were fixed on Lucy. It was more than a performance; it was a communion, a shared moment of vulnerability disguised as an extravagant display. With every glance, Y/N conveyed the unspoken, silent dialogue that reached beyond the stage, beyond the spotlights and into the depths of Lucy's soul.

The crowd, oblivious to the intimate exchange transpiring on stage, swayed to the rhythm, caught in the enchantment of Y/N's artistry. The song, a tapestry woven with the threads of secrecy, wrapped itself around the audience like a cloak of intrigue. The applause that erupted after the final notes wasn't merely a celebration of a stellar performance; it was a collective acknowledgment of having witnessed something extraordinary, something that transcended the ordinary bounds of musical expression.

In the dimly lit guest box, Luce found herself immersed in a realm where the throb of her heart echoed the melody that had just cascaded through the O2 Arena. The cadence of the music intertwined with the rhythmic beats of her pulse, creating a symphony within her chest that resonated with the lyrical magic unfolding on stage.

As Y/N poured her soul into the performance, Lucy's gaze remained fixed on the singer, her eyes drinking in the visual power ballad painted before her. Each note seemed to brush against the walls of her heart, unlocking chambers of emotions that lay dormant but ever-present. It was as if the music had become a conduit, allowing Lucy to traverse the labyrinth of her own sentiments.

The lyrics, like a siren's call, beckoned Lucy into a world where vulnerability and passion coexisted. The song served as a mirror, reflecting the clandestine depths of their connection. Lucy felt the weight of each carefully chosen word, a testament to the intricacy of their love—a love that defied the constraints of public scrutiny.

The arena, a cavernous space filled with adoring fans and pulsating energy, seemed to shrink in comparison to the emotional landscape Lucy traversed. The guest box, a private enclave within the spectacle, became a cocoon where Lucy grappled with the beauty and complexity of the revelations being unveiled.

With each verse, Lucy's emotions danced like flickering candle flames, casting shadows on the canvas of her thoughts. The lyrics, seemingly innocuous to the uninitiated, bore the fingerprints of shared laughter, stolen kisses, and the silent conversations that unfolded behind closed doors. It was a love story written not in ink but in the ethereal ink of whispered promises and unspoken dreams.

As Y/N's voice soared, Lucy's heart swelled with a mixture of pride, vulnerability, and a profound understanding that their secret love had found its voice in the language of the song. The shared glances, the private moments, and the clandestine gestures all converged into a crescendo of emotions that reverberated within Lucy's being.

As the final notes hung in the air, the crowd erupted into applause, unaware that they had just borne witness to a love story veiled in secrecy. Y/N, bathed in the afterglow of her performance, acknowledged the cheers with a grateful smile, concealing the true meaning of her lyrics behind an artful facade.

The audience's applause, a distant hum in the background, signified not just appreciation for Y/N's musical prowess but also a collective acknowledgement of a love that had dared to exist beyond the realm of public validation. Lucy's eyes remained locked on Y/N as the singer descended from the stage, an invisible thread connecting them across the expanse of the arena.

With a gracious nod, she acknowledged the cheers, a practised art of concealing the true meaning of her lyrics behind the artful facade of a performer who had just delivered a stellar show.

Down on the stage, Y/N seized the moment, feeling the electric energy of the crowd coursing through her veins. With a grateful smile, she took a few steps forward, her presence commanding the attention of the thousands gathered in the arena. The cheers intensified, the collective energy of the audience converging into a palpable force that seemed to lift the entire venue.

Y/N's voice, a delicate balance of sincerity and showmanship, cut through the noise.

"London, you guys are amazing! I am at home, thank you for letting me in again and again, from time to time!" she exclaimed, the words punctuated by the cheers of the crowd. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you being here tonight. Let's keep this energy going!"

With those words, Y/N seamlessly transitioned into the next part of her set, the music carrying the audience along on a journey of emotions. The concert unfolded like a tapestry of sound and light, each song a brushstroke on the canvas of the night. Y/N, in her element, weaved through the setlist with effortless grace, her voice echoing through the arena and leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those who listened.

In the guest box, Lucy watched with a sense of awe, her admiration for Y/N's talent mingling with the pride of knowing the person behind the performer. The cheers continued to cascade down from the stands, a chorus of appreciation that echoed through the night.

As the concert unfolded, Lucy found herself caught in the rhythm of the music, the lyrics of the songs taking on new meaning in the context of their secret love story. The arena, once a haven for the unveiling of hidden truths, now became a sanctuary where Y/N's artistry reigned supreme. Lucy reveled in the joy of being both spectator and confidante, her heart dancing to the beat of a melody that had become the soundtrack to their shared journey.

Meanwhile, in the midst of the swirling emotions, Y/N continued to command the stage. Her connection with the audience deepened with each note, and each lyric, creating a symbiotic exchange of energy that fueled the atmosphere of the concert. The cheers, the applause and the collective voice of the crowd became the backdrop to a performance that transcended the boundaries of the ordinary.

And so, as Y/N carried the audience through the symphony of her concert, Lucy and the entourage in the guest box became enchanted witnesses to a night that blended the magic of music with the mysteries of a love story that lingered in the spaces between the notes. The secrets concealed in the lyrics remained hidden, known only to the performers of the clandestine symphony, as the concert continued to unfold beneath the shimmering lights of the London O2 Arena.

Meanwhile, after the concert, the internet erupted into a frenzy of speculation and excitement. Fans dissected every lyric, analyzing GIFs and videos, attempting to decode the enigma that was Lucy and Y/N's love. Tweets flooded in, with hashtags trending and theories circulating faster than wildfire.

Unbeknownst to the fans, Y/N, armed with her phone, found herself amidst the storm of social media chatter backstage. She shared a knowing look with Lucy, both amused by the chaos they had incited. Y/N scrolled through the Twitter feed, her laughter bubbling up as she read out loud some of the more creative interpretations.

Some tweets read out like this:

"someone please tell me if i'm going crazy but did she just make her relationship exclusive now????"

"i think i am going mental...y/n and lucy bronze are actually real? if yes, I AM THERE FOR IT!!"

"jesus fucking christ what i am seeing...this is some weird af mastermind shit y/n is doing but idk if this is real or not"

"decoding the new song by y/n should be my full-time job"

Y/N grinned, her eyes flickering mischievously as she showed Lucy the screen. "Looks like our little secret has the internet in a tizzy, huh?"

Lucy chuckled, her arms around Y/N creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy amidst the whirlwind of speculation. The love between them served as a silent reassurance, a sanctuary where the outside world's conjectures held little sway.

"Let them speculate," Lucy said, her voice a playful whisper that danced with a subtle hint of defiance. "Our love is our own and no amount of internet chatter can change that."

They lingered in the backstage shadows, the remnants of the concert echoing through the corridors. Y/N's phone, a portal to the outside world, continued to buzz with notifications, each one a testament to the internet's insatiable hunger for the details of their hidden romance. Lucy, ever the pillar of strength, held Y/N close, shielding her from the storm of virtual opinions.

As they navigated through the backstage chaos, Lucy's eyes caught glimpses of familiar faces — members of the entourage, friends, and fellow football players who had come to support her. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of excitement and curiosity, the air thick with the unspoken acknowledgment that something extraordinary had unfolded on that stage.

Y/N, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, continued to scroll through the social media whirlwind.

"Listen to this one," she chuckled, reading aloud a particularly creative tweet that attempted to dissect the hidden meanings in her lyrics.

Lucy joined in the laughter, her genuine amusement blending with the shared joy of witnessing the aftermath of the concert.

"They're getting more creative each time, fucking masterminds," she remarked, her voice laced with affection. "Who knew our little secret would become the internet's favourite puzzle?"

The backstage corridor led them to a quieter, more secluded area. Y/N, now free from the performative facade, let out a contented sigh. "I love the energy of the crowd," she confessed, her eyes meeting Lucy's. "But this, right here, with you, is my favorite part."

Lucy's response was a tender smile, a silent agreement that spoke of the solace found in the quiet moments after the storm. The world outside might be ablaze with speculation, but in that intimate space, the only certainty was the love they shared, a love that defied categorisation and reveled in the authenticity of its existence.

With the backstage chaos gradually fading into the background, Lucy and Y/N continued to revel in the afterglow of the concert. The laughter, the shared glances and the unspoken understanding between them formed a narrative richer and more profound than any social media speculation could capture.

As they walked hand in hand, the backstage shadows embraced them, offering a respite from the world's gaze. The love story that unfolded on that stage remained their own, a symphony of secrets played out in the hushed moments after the applause had faded, leaving only the echoes of an unforgettable night at the O2 Arena.

With the backstage chaos gradually subsiding, Y/N felt an urge for a more intimate setting, away from the prying eyes and the incessant hum of speculation. She turned to her team, a group of dedicated individuals who had been by her side throughout the tour.

"Hey, guys," she began, her tone carrying a blend of appreciation and a hint of mischief. "I think I need a moment. How about we reconvene later? I just want some time to unwind privately."

Her team, seasoned professionals attuned to the unspoken nuances of the entertainment world, nodded in understanding. With knowing smiles, they dispersed, giving Y/N and Lucy the space they desired.

As they entered the quiet confines of Y/N's room, the atmosphere shifted from the bustling energy of backstage to a more personal realm. Y/N's eyes, still aglow with the remnants of the concert, met Lucy's with an unspoken invitation. The door closed behind them, shutting out the world and leaving them with the serenity they craved.

In the embrace of the room's dim lighting, Y/N turned to Lucy, a playful glint in her eyes.

"You know," she mused, "there's one thing the internet can't speculate on."

Lucy arched an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on her lips. "And what's that?"

Y/N closed the distance between them, her fingers tracing a gentle path along Lucy's arm.

"This," she whispered before pressing her lips against Lucy's, the kiss a culmination of the emotions that had simmered beneath the surface throughout the night.

Their kiss was an unspoken language, a dialogue of passion and longing that needed no words. Lucy's arms enveloped Y/N, drawing her closer in a shared dance of intimacy. The room became a sanctuary, a haven where their love unfolded in the silence of stolen moments.

As they broke the kiss, Y/N's eyes bore into Lucy's with an intensity that transcended the music-filled arena they had just left. "I needed this," Y/N confessed, her voice a soft murmur that hung in the air.

Lucy, with a tender smile, traced a delicate pattern on Y/N's cheek. "Me too."

The room became a cocoon of quietude, a space where time seemed to stretch and contract with the rhythm of their heartbeat. It was a moment unburdened by the expectations of the world outside, a moment where Lucy and Y/N, in the aftermath of the concert's crescendo, found solace in each other's arms.

The intimacy they shared echoed the clandestine nature of their love story — an intricate dance between two souls navigating fame and affection in the shadows. In the gentle ebb and flow of their connection, Y/N and Lucy reveled in the respite they had created for themselves, a haven where their love could flourish, unburdened by the scrutiny of the world.

As they lingered in the quietude of the room, the whispers of the outside world began to fade. Lucy and Y/N, entwined in a private dance, embraced the serenity they had sought, finding in each other the sanctuary that transcended the boundaries of fame and secrecy.

#mine #read #lucy bronze #buy me a coffee #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #woso community #woso x reader #woso fanfics #womens football #woso soccer

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robobarbie · 4 months

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I just wanted to ask if the bp LIs would still love me even if I’m conventionally unattractive. I just see them complimenting MCs looks a lot and I just wanted to know. TY!! :)

I've myself dated many conventionally unattractive people, but still called them handsome and sexy and all that because that is truly how I felt. It's to the point that a lot of my close friends have called my exes ugly or fat or gross, and it hurts my feelings every time. Not for shame for dating them, but discouragement that people I care about can be so cruel to each other

A person becomes uniquely lovely when you have them in your heart -- so, yes, they would still compliment the person they like, regardless of what their features were. Because they are gorgeous to them

#bp ask #anon ask #im choosing to believe this was not a passive aggressive ask #LOL #if it was #brother #just come meet me in the parking lot we can be straight up aggressive with each other #then i can buy you a coffee at dennys and we can discuss life #i will make sure you get home before 3am dont worry

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astroamorsworld · 3 days

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Astrology Observations #22

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🥭I’ve noticed that those with a Venus-Jupiter conjunction in the 11th house just always have opportunities fall into their lap. Or they get opportunities through their friends. Very very lucky people.

🥭I feel like Libra placements struggle with setting boundaries. (As someone with several libra placements, I personally struggle with this too sometimes😩😩)

🥭Men who have Pisces and Libra placements come off as really nonchalant.

🥭Those who have their sun in the 12th house, tend to not really care about their birthday and just want the day to be over.

🥭Pisces/12h placements usually are susceptible to some sort of addiction. Not necessarily really serious ones, but it’s usually some sort of tame substance or alcohol.

🥭People who have Pisces and Libra placements tend to be conventionally attractive.

🥭Having benefics in the 5th house of your solar return chart can indicate getting into a relationship.

🥭Having your Moon square Pluto can indicate having really unstable and volatile emotions.

🥭Having your Sun square Chiron can indicate having an unsupportive father.

🥭A Moon-Chiron conjunction in the 3rd house can indicate a lot of emotional wounds regaring your siblings and cousins.

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sophsicle · 8 months

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im personally doing fine. halfway through september and i am back on my over caffeinated no sleep bullshit BUT IT"S FINE. it's like method fic writing basically. doing it for my art. literally no one in kyd ever sleeps.

#i have found a coffee form #that i can drink and also buy in large quantities #which is both the best and worst thing to happen to me #soph rambles

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rizrice · 10 months

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