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lnfours · 8 months

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invisible string | l.n

-> summary: who knew sleepless nights would be so beneficial. fewtrell!reader bc we love brothers best friend here :)

-> warnings: fluff, language, lando being the absolute loml.

-> wc: 1.9k

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lando norris and max fewtrell had been attached by the hip since anyone could remember. best friends through literally everything. and if someone would look directly behind them, they’d see you always following behind.

you didn’t mind always trailing behind them when you were younger, and it gave the boys someone to compete against besides themselves whenever you’d go karting or join them in games.

but as you grew older, the ganging up turned into protection. from threatening to beat up ex boyfriends to actually doing so, somewhere along the line, max had made it clear to his best friend that you were off limits. in fact, no one in the friend group was allowed to even think about it.

however, everything max had told him seemed to go in through lando’s ear and out the other. he wasn’t exactly sure when he had finally stopped seeing you as ‘just his best friend's little sister’, but the inevitable happened nonetheless.

on the other hand, you had always had feelings for lando. you’d always suppress them to keep them hidden from your overprotective brother, knowing the minute you tried you’d be shot down. even the pages in your diary when you were 8 were filled about how you thought lando ‘had the prettiest eyes’, and ‘too good of eyelashes for a boy’.

and the pining just got worse last week when he had found you knocking on his bedroom door at 1:30 in the morning. you hadn’t been able to sleep, and it was evident as you tiredly smiled at him in the doorway. he wasn’t sure how you knew he was still awake, but he assumed it was the soft glow shining from the crack at the bottom of the door.

it wasn’t. you had heard the low volume of the tv in his room, his soft chuckles making their way through the paper thin walls. he hadn’t been able to sleep either, and when he wasn’t able to sleep, he’d always watch a movie.

his heart got caught in his throat as he took in your appearance, the old mclaren sweatshirt he had let you borrow ages ago hugging your frame, plaid pajama pants he swore were max’s. you looked tired. so so tired. meeting your eyes with a soft smile and sympathetic eyes, he spoke, “you okay, y/n?”

you shook your head, your eyelids slowly blinking, “i can’t sleep. i don’t know what it is, but i haven’t been able to sleep for more than 4 hours the past few nights.”

he frowned, opening the door wider for you to come in. he nodded in the direction of his bed, “me either. wanna join for the rest of the movie til you feel tired enough to go to bed?”

you nodded, stepping into the room as he closed the door behind you. you climbed into his bed, him shuffling in next to you as you were swallowed by the soft duvet, your head meeting the plush pillow behind you.

“what’re we watching?” you asked, your voice soft as he unpaused the movie.

“something on netflix, i don’t know. actings so bad it makes me laugh.”

you smiled over at him, “let’s see if it’s bad enough to put us to sleep.”

this continued for a couple weeks, you either knocking on his door or sending him a text to ask if he was still awake. he had even found himself staying up to make sure he heard your text or knocks, desperately wanting you to come climb into his bed or fall asleep next to you.

and just like any other night, last night he padded across the wooden floors in the apartment quietly after getting your usual ‘are you awake?’ text. he knocked softly on the door before pushing it open and slipping inside your room, noticing the lack of the fairy lights twinkling on the walls, the only source of light coming from the tv that hung on the wall.

you let him climb into your bed, smiling softly as you rolled onto your side to face him, “hi.”

he smiled back, “hi.”

you let out a huff, “i’m starting to think maybe i should run to the store tomorrow and get some melatonin. ”

“or, hear me out,” he smirked tiredly, “you can put that pretty little head to rest at night like normal people do.”

“oh, so you think my head is pretty?”

he let out a boyish giggle, “only if you think mine is.”

you laughed softly, letting your eyes lock with his. you weren’t sure when you scooted so close to him, but he found himself wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. you placed your leg over his hip, his other hand tracing circles on the soft skin on your thighs. he hummed contently as your face nuzzled into his chest. you found yourself listening to the fast pace of his heartbeat.

over the past couple weeks, you two had found yourself in this position more and more. it was like the more you’d climb into each other’s beds, the more he’d have the confidence to pull you so close to him that there were no gaps for air between you two. you weren’t complaining, of course, but because everything about it was so new and with him, it made you a tiny bit nervous.

you listened to the movie in the background, basking in the smell embedded in his hoodie. he smelled like his cologne, the laundry detergent everyone used, and a soft mix of your perfume. the floral scent pulled at your heart strings as you realized it was the hoodie he had tugged over your head the night before, right after you had complained about the fact he kept his room so cold.

the fact that he didn’t discard the hoodie immediately into the hamper after last night, but instead he put it on, made your heart squeeze. you wondered if he had put it on to bask in the smell of you, but you'd never know the answer because you were too embarrassed to ask.

he did.

“so,” you started, knowing he was still awake, the two of you just basking in the comfortable silence that fell over you, “ready to get back to racing?”

“yes and no,” he said, his thumb switching directions on the skin of your thigh, making stars now, “i like being home, but i also love racing, y’know, so i’m excited. but not excited to leave everyone.”

your fingers traveled underneath the red cloth of his hoodie, reaching his lower abdomen as you felt his breathing hitch softly in his chest. you drug your fingertips against his soft skin, “yeah, i get you,” you said into his chest, “gonna miss max more than me, i get it.”

he chuckled softly, “mhm, whatever you want to believe.”

however, it sent him over the edge when you moved your head to look up at him. his blue/green eyes met your tired ones, a soft and playful smile on your lips, “what?”

humming back at you as he softly raised his eyebrows, “hmm?”

you shook your head, a playful smile on your lips, “don’t do that. what did you say, lan?”

he cleared his throat nervously, cheeks daring to turn a light shade of pink, “i’m going to miss you the most out of everyone, y/n.”

you were silent as he let out a soft puff of air, his eyes scanning over your face like he was trying to memorize it. you smiled softly, his eyes lingering on your lips before meeting yours again.

“lando,” your voice was soft, hands moving from under his sweatshirt to cup his cheeks. he leaned into your touch, quietly sighing out of relief at the feeling he had been waiting so long for, “i…”

you trailed off, nerves getting the best of you. he was so close, his minty breath fanning over your face. everything about it was making you so nervous you swore you were about to go into cardiac arrest. his voice broke the silence, “i know.”

you looked at him with furrowed brows, “you know what?”

“i know you like me,” he smiled, his eyes meeting with yours again, “i’ve known ever since max and i snuck into your room when we were eight and i read your diary.”

you gasped, laughing as you slapped his chest, “you fucks!”

he smiled, “i was the only one who read it, but it was nice to know the girl i thought was cute liked me back.”

“do you still think she’s cute?”

“no,” he smiled softly. you felt your heart drop, you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or kidding, until he continued, “i think she’s the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen in my life.”

you smiled, his thumb pressing against your cheek as his hand cupped your face, his fingers meeting the hairs at the back of your ear. you weren’t sure who leaned in first, but the gap closed rather quickly as he pulled your neck down to his level.

you kissed him back with the same amount of passion and love as he put into it. his arm that was around your waist moved to the other side of your head, his body fully hovering over you as he held himself up. you let him slot between your legs, letting his tongue slip inside of your mouth.

you panted as he broke the kiss hesitantly, his lips finding the soft spot underneath your earlobe on your neck. you let out a soft whimper, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“lando,” the sound of you saying his name breathlessly was like music to his ears, “baby.”

and so was that pet name. fuck he was so done for.

his hands trailed up your oversized t-shirt, hands finding your tummy as he desperately wanted to touch your skin again. you smiled into the kiss as you heard a soft giggle escape his throat when your hands had found the ticklish spots on his sides.

“are you ticklish?” you grinned, breaking the kiss to take a breath. he sent you a tight lipped smile before giving you a warning look.

“don’t even-”

you didn’t listen to what else he had said, your fingers digging into his sides. he laughed, desperately trying not to wake up your housemates as he tried to get you to quit it.

however, when he flipped the both of you so you were in his lap and his hands found your ticklish spots with ease, you knew it was game over. he had won.

“lando,” you breathed, a giggle following in pursuit, “stop!”

“sorry, baby,” he said, “can’t hear you.”

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it was the next morning, lando was still asleep in your bed, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his fluff of curls, a blanket wrapped around his waist as he faced you. you had woken up a couple minutes ago, your eyes wandering over to the sleeping boy next to you. he looked at peace, his eyelashes kissing his skin, cheek squished against the pillow.

you didn’t mean to stir him out of his sleep when you snuggled in closer, but he hummed happily as he threw an arm around your waist, you nuzzling into his chest.

he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, resting his head on yours as you both dozed back off to sleep. a sleep so deep that neither of you had heard the door to the apartment shut, or hear someone knocking on your bedroom door.

it was ethan and niran who found you first. the both of them sharing a look as they stood in the doorway.

“well, it’s about time,” ethan joked, niran smirking down at the couple.

“yeah, just wait for max to find out about this.”

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x fewtrell!reader #fewtrell reader #formula one #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #lando norris imagine #mclaren #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #imagines #ln4 fic #ln4 fluff #lando norris fluff #brothers best friend #brothers best friend trope

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iceunhie · 11 days

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[8:06 PM.]

drabble inspired by the little crumb of balladeer we got from the arlecchino animated short because what the FUCK man he's literally my pookie the loml the /gunshot

a/n: can i please put him in my pocket i want to kiss him silly omg my babygirl

"stop looking at me like that."

you don't. you just smile more instead, face practically hurting from your jubilee; and the reason, scaramouche's current attire.

he's dressed up, the rare sight of the oh-so prickly harbinger without his trusty hat, instead almost swallowed up by the fur of his coat's hood.

it's just so endearing that you can't help but kiss him senseless, earning an irritated (but not disagreeable) huff from him, before not-so-subtly pulling you closer to him by your waist when you mention how cold you're getting.

(yeah, he tolerates you—your ass; who was the clingy one here?)

the two of you look ridiculous covered by his gigantic coat, like two cats trying to seek warmth, but something tells you scaramouche doesn't mind at all.

though you're pretty sure you've burnt the sight deep into your retinas by now, you look at him even more just to be sure. "can i not admire my very, very handsome, and cute, and loveable, and amazing lover?"

he bristles up from the comment against your embrace, despite not being cold at all, a strange reaction given that the cold is biting at your face. his cheeks are red like the red around his eyes. "shut up. you should be ashamed of your shamelessness."

you press your mouth shut, or else he'd continue to (fruitlessly) berate you for your idiocy—you don't believe any of it, because this rare initiation of affection by your rarely affectionate harbinger is something reserved for your eyes only.

"don't want to though." you drawl, letting yourself relax against his firm, clumsy hold. scaramouche chases your warmth, withholds it within his grasp and never lets you go. "i should be proud of having such a wonderful lover, no? you look especially handsome today with that coat of yours."

"...i don't know why i put up with you." he snarks, but the gentle hold his hands take over your waist says otherwise.

not that you'd want to, of course. he was so ridiculously contradictory that you can't help but fall even harder for your cynically standoffish boyfriend.

"mhm. i love you too." he shuts his eyes when you fix at his hair to kiss his forehead, making sure to linger just a bit longer. you can hardly resist him, after all.

any normal person this close in the balladeer's line of contact, especially in such a vulnerable position would be annihilated immediately. luckily for you, your status as his one and only partner grants you benefits other people would never get to experience.

like now, as you're granted temporary immunity from the cold of his quarters near the zapolyarny palace, with your bodies sharing in each other's warmth, your boyfriend finding it completely normal and fine almost suffocating you with his tight hold over you in your shared embrace.

really, if he wanted to cuddle, he should've just asked. but since you know he wouldn't be caught dead whispering his desire for your attention out loud (you found that out early on when you woke up to him muttering murmurs of hushed, tender i love yous that still make your heart melt when you think about it when now), you suppose you can indulge him as you always do.

"i heard that today's the succession of the knave." you muse, to which he responds to with silence, to which you'd prefer his constant stream of insults towards the fatui's questionable title bestowments.

instead, all he gives you is a simple hum, opting to bury his face in your shoulder, and you can feel goosebumps raise from the feel of his hair and the fur of his coat. "it's just a ceremony with the jester and that irritating witch. and that captain."

you laugh. he really couldn't hold his tongue when signora was mentioned.

"well. why are you still here, then? should you get it over with before coming back?"

"..." he grumbles something about "being subjected to people he can't tolerate"—you're used to it by now, so you only lift your head and position yourself to put your chin above his head. "it'd be better if i'd stay with you beforehand. it'd save me the early irritation."

you laugh. when will he ever stop talking in riddles? before cradling his cheeks in your palms, pinching them just a bit, earning you a zap that's more warning than threatening. "sure, sure."

end notes i went feral over this man thank u @morkanslily for listening to me scream about him for 15 mins straight in our dms

#mhie's spirals #—stellaronhvnters #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche drabble #scaramouche genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles

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saenora · 10 months

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YOUR FAVOURITES AS YOUR SIMPS

note: if we flip tables and what if youre the mangaka character and your fav simps on you… these are some adequate subpar headcanons… 🫠 (i dont write so lmao bear w me 🤭) thankies to Ai <3 @gojoest-main for indulging always mum ily and SOBS GOJO IS BASED ON WHAT AI SAID🤭)

the husband

YN IS HIS LOML. he is huge on selfship community! HIM AND EVERYONE CALLS HIM YOUR TRUE HUBBY! he has a whole lot of selfship arts with you. he might go broke with all the merch but he cant help it every time he sees your fanarts or a new chapter drops, he goes feral. PINTEREST MOODBOARDS, PLAYLISTS YOU NAME IT. HE HAS IT. he is defending you on every website, writing little self indulging drabbles about you. he knows you well, his little head canons are cannoned by all of your fans. your his f/o and nobody can change it. he either talks about you infront of his friends and he has gained a reputation because of it or leads teh secret life… there is no inbetween. has the sweetest selfship headcanons but occasionally tweets regular horny one liners about how bad he wants to be fucked by you, or about how much he wants to cum inside you and get you pregnant.

gojo?, reo, kise chuuya, isagi, yuuji, taiga, ran + anyone who fits the criteria

the loyal hoe

he has too many blorbos, he knows it. BUT YOURE HIS MAIN BLORBO, HIS BIGGEST SELFSHIP/ THE ONE HE KEEPS CRAWLING BACK TO. it can be put as you made him standout. IS 25/8 YN BRAINROT AND TWEETS HORNIEST STUFF. HE ONLY SURVIVES ON SMUT AND BREATHES TO THE THOUGHTS OF YOUR AROUSAL. writes the best sex stuff. he keeps hopping from one to another but everyone knows he is your biggest whore. UNHINGED. crazy lot of nsfw fanarts of you, has patreon subscription to see all those fanarts. it doenst matter where he is, work/home/cafe. HE IS THIRSTING ABOUT YOU. writes about the shapes of your labia/cock and can write poetry on your body.

SHIDOU, karasu, dazai, GOJO, sukuna, toji, BACHIRA, aomine(ik.. but if he could write), ranpo, EREN, kaiser, jean + anyone who fits the criteria

the sweetheart

he isnt extremely active. somewhere in between the worlds. he calls himself your cheerleader, your number one supporter. he has tons of art saved of you might/might not be on budget. has one commissioned selfship with you. he loves you and probably has the most pure of the selfship with horniness served as dessert. (NO ONE CAN ESCAPE IT) occasionally indulges in you. is mostly very sfw!! but his head is full of all the sexi stuff. loves to talk about you… if anyone strikes a conversation about you he can write verbal books. CERTIFIED SIMP. his selfship is uwu. doesnt go big on it but is a soft fan.

kenyu, hiori, isagi, yuuta, megumi?, chifuyu, rindou, kakucho, connie, atsushi + anyone who fits the criteria

the silent one

he has been your fan since the start, the first time he laid his eyes of your 2d character design, your story, your everything captured him. he loves you from afar.. isnt really active but has a small pinterest board or a playlist of you that he silently indulges in. has no idea what selfships are but you’re a coping mechanism for him (sometimes). if you were real, he’d treat you so much better than the shitty charcter you’re stuck with. doesn’t pick fights online but wouldn’t hesitate if someone crossed a line. he doesnt realize but thinks of you more than a fictional character. probably is the healthiest out of the five. none of his irls know about his fixation of you and it would never see the light of the day. IF LOYALTY WAS A PERSON IT WOULD BE HIM. period.

nanami, rin, ness, levi, erwin, akutagawa + anyone who fits the criteria

the idgaf

he simps only for you. he has posters of you and is not ashamed. people know about you being his favourite character but he is scary so nobody can ask it about. has minimal/no online presence. but keeps signed copies of the mangakas. JERKS OFF TO YOUR POSTERS UNABASHED. he follows one fan account and prolly goes anon sometimes. heavily reads your smut or hasn’t scratched the surface you cant tell. YOURE NOT A CHARACTER, YOURE HIS FAVOURITE. ANOTHER ONE WHO DOENST KNOW WHAT SEFSHIPS ARE, BUT HEAVILY CREAMS THINKING OF YOU and has wild fantasies about you.

sae, aomine, shoichi, oliver, izana, kaiser(idk), baji, naoya, mikey, wc kunigami, ranpo + anyone who fits the criteria

zen speaks: i’ll do a yn as diff as character tropes drabbles too 🤭 so wtevrhr <3

dividers: @/cafekitsune

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pansexual-lilychen · 10 days

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okay since i know all about the last hours & all about taylor swift & i already did this for midnights…

my predictions for which ttpd track relates to which tlh character

1. Fortnight (Featuring Post Malone) Jesse

2. The Tortured Poets Department Matthew / James (maybe Lucie)

3. My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys Charles & Alastair

4. Down Bad Thomas / Christopher

5. So Long, London Matthew / Cordelia

6. But Daddy I Love Him Cordelia / Grace

7. Fresh Out the Slammer Matthew

8. Florida!!! (Featuring Florence + The Machine) Lucie

9. Guilty As Sin? Alastair / Grace

10. Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? Grace

11. I Can Fix Him (No Really, I Can) Cordelia, Lucie / Christopher

12. loml Lucie / Christopher / Ari

13. I Can Do It With A Broken Heart Cordelia

14. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived Alastair & Charles / Jesse

15. The Alchemy Lucie & Jesse

16. Clara Bow Cordelia / Eugenia

17. The Manuscript Christopher / Lucie

18. The Bolter Cordelia (lol)

19. The Albatross James

20. The Black Dog Anna

i’ll come back to this to see how accurate this was

#the last hours #tlh #taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #cassandra clare #chain of thorns #tsc #chot #shadowhunters #chain of gold

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cometrose · 3 months

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finished xianyun's story quest

god that was so sweet maybe I a bit biased because i adore the liyue cast but that was one of most interesting story quests I have done and I just did like 8 of them within the past few weeks

seeing ganyu, shenhe, xiao, ping, xingiqu and ofc the loml zhongli is sooo nice. i love when you get to meet other playable characters and this one was full of great character interactions

the best story quests manage to use npcs but also allow for the main character to display significant growth and strength

also cloud retainer has been one of my favorite characters since the game came out like i have loved her since 1.1 so every time she opens her mouth is a sense of joy

cloud retainer being lonely and meeting up with ganyu and shenhe was so sweet (and when her disciples praise her she is overjoyed how sweet)

and then she meets with ping and god i was surprised to see xiao

i love xiao dearly he is so sweet i love seeing him but it was also nice to know archon war details, especially about cloud retainers combat prowess

As for the npcs that was weepy but I dont think i have enough emotional attachment to 2 hour npcs to weep like its not impossible but it really depends

also the traveler's dream! that was so sweet and xianyun was so kind god i love cloud retainer. I think it was a very nice cinematic

cloud retainer!!! xianyun!!! she is proud but gentle and loving, she wont say she is lonely but you have to visit her and talk with her!! and she loves taking care of people and she loves her friends i love you my dear! and god she is funny like so funny.

ZHONGLI MY LOVE i knew he was coming i saw the leaks BUT MY LOVE kisses smooches holds and squeezes

the way zhongli and xianyun acted was comedic gold and then the whole team alongside shuyu going out to eat like that was so precious like really really precious

i think its funny how zhongli is like renowned in liyue for his knowledge on everything like people hold him in such high regard

the beauty of recognizing your friends and family no matter what form they take

I think its a little endearing that of all their friends hearing "xianyun" from zhongli's lips makes her a little flustered. Like she wants to zhongli to be the one person that calls her true name and that’s wonderful

EVERYBODY recognizes xianyun and they shower her with praises she is very loved!

But I think what really cemented this quest for me, was the post-quest dialogue, once you finish the story quest you get voicelines for characters and while I dont have shenhe i do have ganyu and zhongli and xianyun herself.

Anyway I think the beauty is once you complete the story quest in "Xianyun's Troubles" she states she is overwhelmed by how many new and old friends keep knocking on her door asking to hang out and that shes running out of Mora. Xianyun being lonely this whole time, and not understanding why all of her disciples and friends choose to live in the harbor, but the moment she enters the harbor she is overwhelmed with her friends. Like that is so beautiful and sweet.

(bonus: at cloud retainer's abode there is a table for rex lapis, guizhong and cloud retainer, usually the plates for cloud retainer and guizhong are still there but after the quest only guizhong's things remain-how bittersweet but oddly lovely)

#ZHONGLI MY LOVE KISSES #xianyun #cloud retainer #cloud retainer is so fucking good yall #that was a nice quest #i lost steam during the climax but its also like 3am sue me #but seeing zhongli again!!! ENERGY #also seeing xiao!! i was filled with determination!#genshin impact #hmm like ignore me but like xianyun and zhongli? hmmmm? i am a chronic zhongli shipper so i ship him with everyone #i am intrigued I LIKE IT let me find content hold on hmmmm

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lildrowsy · 3 months

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15 (+1) questions tag game ~ tagged by da sweet ଘ꒰੭˶• ༝ •˶꒱੭ .⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⊹ @bunniexmai

♡ 1. are you named after anyone? my middle name is Melody and that’s my grandma’s name. i was born 5 weeks early, on her birthday. <3

♡ 2. when was the last time you cried? 10 min ago lmfao

♡ 3. do you have kids? no no no no no no no!

♡ 4. what sports do you play/have played? i played volleyball and soccer in high school. i really just loved the athleticism and practices/scrimmages, the actual games gave me so much fuckin anxiety

♡ 5. do you use sarcasm? yeah all the god damn time it sucks when people don’t pick up on it especially when i’m just giving it back to them bc they started it. they’re like “i was just joking!” and i’m like “so was i 😭” lmao i must be a good actress

♡ 6. what is the first thing you notice about people? demeanor. looks obvi but i guess the aura. how you interact with others

♡ 7. what’s your eye color? blue/grey

♡ 8. scary movies or happy endings? boffum!!!!!

♡ 9. any talents? i can sing and write! and i know i’m very talented at both i’m just depressed and nervous

♡ 10. where were you born? reno, nv. but that’s cuz i was born 5 weeks early and my mom was visiting her sister. they’re all from vegas and i grew up in vegas my entire life. i just happened to accidentally be born there. 4 pounds 3 ounces, i was so small i didn’t fit in pre-me clothes they had to buy me doll clothes 😂

♡ 11. what are your hobbies? singing and writing :) reading when i have the attention span. skateboarding as well

♡ 12. do you have any pets? my baby boy doug, he’s my dog. don’t live with him anymore but the loml. i live with 2 kitties now ivy and finn, baaaabbiiiessss

♡ 13. how tall are you? 5’3” since i was 13. haven’t grown since

♡ 14. favorite subject in school? english

♡ 15. dream job? singer!!!!!! voice actor!!!!!!!!! any connections lmk!!!!!!!!!! fr fr i have a lot of OC’s we could start an adult cartoon

16. BONUS/in place of 10- what reminds you of home (doesn't have to mean house... just things that remind you of the feeling of home)? the shire on LOTR. literally. nowhere near how i grew up but green, full of forest, bodies of water. dream dream dream.

tagging ~~ @sedgeleaf @selenicc @neeasworld @nightcorp @miwwk @miyatzu @halogenic @iloveyouhermes @krasawiza @wildflowerjelly @redbeanbug @uboring @tokenkid492 @ouija-broad @ps1 @an6l @decatris @fractle @graveyardhottie @hiejins @llovinghome @cetologies @bugboy111 @myspaceprofile @playstationfairy

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oh-my-damn · 7 days

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TTPD: Ranking

My personal ranking of the songs on The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology.

I love all the songs on the album!! The sound is very 1989/Midnights for the first half and then quickly shifts into a very Folklore/Evermore vibe in the second half (thank you Aaron Dessner) which I absolutely adore. So all in all, I love the mix of the songs. Some of them I like more than others, however.

The songs, in chronological order, with what I personally rank them on a scale from 1-10 (and technically 13 since a few of them I had to give an even higher score than 10 lol)

Fortnight - 9 stars (Great opening for the album honestly)

The Tortured Poets Department - 8 stars

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - 7 stars

Down Bad - 10 stars (this is a fucking banger)

So Long, London - 8 stars

But Daddy I Love Him - 6 stars

Fresh Out The Slammer - 9 stars (my little lawyer heart loves this obvi)

Florida!!! - 9 stars (another banger)

Guilty as Sin? - 7 stars

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? - 11 stars (this is absolutely fantastic. My fave songs are always when she sings about herself, also why I love Anti-Hero so much. This feels the same to me and I love everything about it)

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - 9 stars (the ending of this one is abosolutely perfect and exactly what I hoped for)

loml - 11 stars (absolutely beautiful piece)

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - 11 stars (THIS IS AWESOME. We did theories before listening and it lives up exactly to what I had hoped which just felt very, very nice. The song is fun and beautiful and the beat is great and her outtro is just the best thing ever)

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - 9 stars (absolutely haunting)

The Alchemy - 9 stars (this was adorable)

Clara Bow - 7 stars

The Black Dog - 7 stars

imgonnagetyouback - 8 stars

The Albatross - 7 stars

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus - 9 stars

How Did It End? - 8 stars

So High School - 10 stars (This made us all so giddy, I adore it)

I Hate It here - 12 stars (THIS IS PERFECTION. And too relatable honestly)

thanK you aIMee - 10 stars (This was so cunty and I adore it and I heavily relate to Andrea's feelings on Kim K, just saying)

I Look in People's Windows - 8 stars

The Prophecy - 11 stars (BEAUTIFUL. My Folklore heart was SOARING)

Cassandra - 8 stars

Peter - 9 stars

The Bolter - 13 stars (MY FAVORITE ON THE ALBUM. This hit WAY too close to home for me and I legit started sobbing and needed a moment after finishing. This hit me right in the gut. If you don't already know why then you can probably imagine LOL)

Robin - 6 stars

The Manuscript - 10 stars (this was gorgeous, and it definitely made me think about All Too Well and the manuscript for the music video and that made the lyrics even more profound to me)

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #ts ttpd #the anthology #the tortured poets department: the anthology #song ranking #taylor nation #taylorswift #taylornation #ts #swiftie

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hi cas! Swiftie anon. I like the new album, it usually takes me a bit to get used to the fact that there’s actually like, a new album and I’m still processing everything.

I did stay up to listen to the album, I was listening to in it in bed, so I wouldn’t get caught, especially since I share a room with other with my sister. I was like half asleep for the middle part of the album, but I woke up enough to be emotionally devastated for loml.

then I woke up at like 8, turned on my music so I could memorize the lyrics, checked your blog, and freaked the fuck out. I was so shocked that the double album people were right. So I had to download the second half and be emotionally devastated a second time. I would’ve learned from midnights if I had been there. I understand now.

I would rank the songs rn, but I physically can’t, but my favorites at the moment, in no particular order, so long london, loml, which I thought I’d like, I also like I can do it with a broken heart, my boy only breaks his favorite toys. Those are the ones off the top of my head, but there’s probably more since I I’ve only listened to it twice. Folklore is my favorite, so my favorites are probably predictable.

what are your favorites rn?

Hi!!!

Hahaha I'm laughing because those are most of my favorites as well.

I need to re-listen to the second half of the album but my favorites so far are:

So Long, London

But Daddy I Love Him

Guilty As Sin?

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?

loml

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

imgonnagetyouback

I Hate it Here

I Look In People's Windows

So yeah...obviously I really narrowed it down :P

I'm gonna write a full-ish review in a bit after I relisten to the second half.

What did you think of the second half?

#ask #asks #ask cas #swiftie anon

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Tags.gov

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Below are some tags that I will be using for my posts, listed from top to bottom of most important to just shitposts.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎ring ring- Most important posts will be tagged with this, usually my PSAs, safety awareness posts, and reblogs about anything important.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎navigation.org- Any of the posts that give important information about my blog like the introduction post, and my rules will ve tagged with the navigation.org tag.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎klaira is delivering- Any of my fics or written scenarios will be listed under this tag.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎klaira's dissolving- Any of my headcanons will be listed under this tag.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥klaira's mushy brain- Any of my art posts will be listed under this tag.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎secret life of klaira- Anything relating to my personal life such as face reveals, school related posts, and etc.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎ted talks with klaira 101- My thoughts and opinions will be listed under this tag.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎sam the loml- Posts about my gf Sam/@justaposibblytransgirl will be tagged as this.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎meetup hour feat. floffies- Posts about @nekoma-not-lee will be tagged as this.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎christyn w/ her positive vibes- Posts about @tea-twords will be tagged as this

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎zin is still the sanest rui fan i know- Posts about @kandislabofdoom will be tagged as this.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎seal? no. ciel? yes!- Posts about @cnidarianrui will be tagged as such.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎big sister ginger ale >>>>> you /lh- Posts about @gingerlee-holds will be tagged as this.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎mootie cutie patooties!- Posts about my mutuals will be tagged as this.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎protected by mizuki akiyama ♡- My tag that indicates only SFW and positive interactions on this blog since I am a minor.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎no beta we die like mafumom- My fics, written scenarios, and headcanons that aren't beta/proof read.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥klairler moment- My posts where I'm in a ler mood.

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mysyerious · 2 years

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CIGARETTES & DIOR 1

with some editing here and beta reading by @raelwrites the loml, my biggest motivator, there, we have a first part to the series!

—enemies steve harrington X reader, follows along with 'weirdo on maple street'

[if anyone wants to be tagged let me know]

For the general population of Hawkins high school, Steve Harrington was the ultimate wet dream. Relatively tall, relatively kind, relatively handsome. It seems, though, you had somehow missed that memo. To you, Harrington wasn’t a dream. He was, plain and simple, a nightmare.

It wasn’t like you hated the guy exactly. It was just that everything Steve did seemed to grate your teeth and boil your blood. From his incessant need to constantly preen to his stupid laugh and even stupider hair, it was like he existed solely to torture you.

Okay, so maaaybe you hated the guy. Just a tiny bit. But in your defence, Steve was also dating Nancy, so you felt it only appropriate to scowl and express distaste because alongside being one of the worst people you’ve had the displeasure of knowing, he also just had to date Nancy Wheeler, your best friend of 4 years.

And as her long-time best friend, all it took was a glance at your watch to know she would be coming down the hall in the next 10 minutes with Barbara in tow. You three were a package deal. Where one was, the other two were bound to be near-by if not right there.

Which is why, when you feel a presence stop behind you, you’re already calling out a greeting to the pair, “Hey guys—” you turn to face them after you close your locker, grinning when you realise you were, once again, correct in your assumption of when Nance and Barb would show up. “What’s up?”

It was Nancy who speaks, drawing your attention with your name, “—, you’re free for the rest of today, right?”

“Oh, I’m doing great actually, thanks for asking Nance. What about you, Barb?”

“I’m quite alright today. Though, we do have something we wanted to ask you, if you happen to be free later today that is.”

“Well, how nice to hear you are thriving, to answer your question I don’t think I have any plans set up for after school. Did you have something in mind?”

“Okay, okay— guys! Glad to hear you’re doing good—” Nancy interrupts and you chime in with a quick ‘great, actually’ before she moves on. “If you are in fact free, do you want to come with us to a party tonight?”

“Now, was that so hard?” you throw an arm around Nancy’s shoulder, jostling her petite frame. “Also, it’s a Tuesday— literally who hosts a party on a fucking Tuesday?”

“It’s at St—” Barb clears her throat, “some guys house. Could be fun.”

“C’mon, we can pick you up. I’ll even let you have the front seat,” Nancy says and that does sway your choice, because upon Barb getting her license, you three had collectively decided that the passenger seat passenger had sole access to the radio. Consequently, it has always been become a competition between you and Nance as to who would reach the right side first— shotgun privilege long since abandoned in favour of a mad dash to the car.

“Yeah, yeah alright. Fine, what time do I have to be ready by?”

“8-ish will work. Gives you enough time to convince your parents and find something to wear.”

“Convince my parents? Pshh, I’d just tell ‘em I have to go to some guys house at 8-ish on a Tuesday evening— that’s totally enough for them to let me go.” You can’t help but be a little petty. “But it’s fine, Nancy and Barb will be there, how could you say no to them?”

Nancy nudges you and you giggle, slipping out a ‘I’m kidding’ between giggles. “I already said I’d come, c’mon, when have I ever let you guys down?”

You almost wanted to let them down.

The more you paced around your room getting ready, the more you thought about how suspicious the girls were acting. Sure, you didn’t really care who it was or when or where, but even then, you could appreciate having some more information than ‘some guys house’, ‘8-ish’, and ‘could be fun’.

You quickly spritzed your perfume when a car honked outside of your house and grabbed your jacket as you left your room. Shoes came next, and with a final ‘bye’ to your parents, you were leaving the house.

When you spied Nancy already in the passenger seat, you groaned and jogged over to the back. Despite your jacket, the night was as cold as most November nights were and you weren’t about to stand outside and wait for her to swap seats with you when she hadn’t while waiting for you to join them.

“So, was front-seat privilege just a ploy to get me to come, then?” you ask, though it wasn’t the first time Nancy bribed you with radio access only to take it away soon after.

“I never said it would be going to the party, you can sit in front when Barb drops you off home again,”

You huff and relax into the middle seat. Leave it to Nancy to find some loophole.

“So, can I finally know where we’re going?”

“You’ll find out when we get there.” Comes the reply from Barb.

“How long’s the drive?” you begin to pester.

“If you want, you can count the minutes.”

“Who’s gonna be there?”

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

You groan. “You’re no fun.”

“Barbara, pull over.” Nancy suddenly exclaimed. You sit up, shuffling to stare out of the window, but are met with disappointment when one side faces the woods and the other pans out into an unfamiliar neighbourhood. Again, you are left with more questions than answers and slouch into your seat.

“He just wants to get in your pants,” Barbara scoffs.

Wait, what?

“Uh— guys, who’s trying to get into who’s pants?” you lean forward, unbuckling the seatbelt when it tries to pull you back.

“Steve—” Barbara begins, but you’re already grimacing and voicing your displeasure at just the mention of his name.

“What? Wait— so we’re going to Steve’s then? And neither of you felt it fit to tell me that? What the fuck?”

“He invited Nance to his house; his parents aren’t home…” Barbara lists and you gag.

“Again, might I add— what the fuck?” and now the unfamiliarity makes sense. If Steve Harrington lived around here somewhere, you would’ve found every means possible to avoid being here.

“Come on, you are not this stupid.” Barbara continues and you hum in agreement. It was probably her that insisted you not be told any of the details in the first place.

“Tommy H and Carol are gonna be there.” Nancy defends and you can’t help laughing.

“Tommy and Carol have been having sex since, like, seventh grade— that’s a shit excuse.” You pause. “Wait— Tommy and Carol are gonna be there? Man, what the fuck.”

“It’ll probably just be, like, a big orgy.” At Barb’s comment, you recoil back into your seat with a grimace, mentally trying to track how long it would take to walk home.

A glance to the girls in the front has your brows furrowing in confusion. “Uh— why are you stripping?” Nancy throws her jumper at you, and you quickly throw it back. “Put it back on it’s like sub-zero outside, weirdo.”

“Is that a new bra?” Barbara questions with a face of disbelief. A quick glance tells you yes, despite the girl’s negative reply. You’ve perused through both of their closets enough to recognise that you did not recognise that bra.

“Jesus, if you wanted to fuck you could’ve found a hook-up. Why’d you have to date Harrington? He’s probably a mediocre fuck, at best, anyway.”

Your comment has Barb giggling, and she opens the car door before asking, “How would you even know?”

You smirk, stepping out of the car to join them. “With that hair?” you slam the door shut. “He’s gotta be overcompensating for something.”

“All I’m saying is, you need to consult your friends before making these sorts of big decisions.” You were gesticulating wildly, needing a way to both warm yourself and release the slurry of emotions churning inside of you. “And, honestly, as a proud Harrington Hater, I feel like my opinion should count for something more than all the others who faun of him, you know? At least I’m unbiased,” you say, even though you were probably just as biased, if not more.

“—, chill,” Nancy calls back to you.

“I’m chill!”

Except, when the double doors in front of you open, you begin to bounce on the balls of your feet. Barbara puts her arm around your shoulders, and you smile.

“Hello ladies,” Steve greets.

Your smile drops.

“Hello—” he grits your name out. There was a half-formed hope in you that it would shatter his teeth as he said it.

“Your highness,” you mock with a bow. If you’re stuck here, might as well have a little fun. “So, King Steve, what’s on the agenda for tonight? Beheading peasants?” you push past Steve, knocking against the arm he had on his hip.

“Wow how did you guess?” he answers, monotone voice and straight face, “that’s exactly why I thought to have you come.”

You grin. “Aw, shucks. You think about me?” with a flourish, you remove your jacket and drape it over the banister. Better to leave it right by the door in case of quick emergency exit.

Nancy pulls Steve along before he can respond, and you and Barb follow behind the pair. Every so often, you make a comment about the décor to Barb and even though the interior isn’t bad, you would sooner rip off a nail than compliment anything about Harrington.

When the shrieking began from Carol, you immediately throw out your disdain for the pool, “If anyone so much as thinks about throwing me in, I’ll cut your hair off while you sleep.” Though you probably wouldn’t actually do that, it was enough of a threat that even Nancy threw you a side glance.

“Ugh, that’s not even remotely attractive,” you sneer, watching as Steve shotguns one of the beers form the cooler. You sit down in the chair beside Barbara. “How did that—” you nod your head in the direction of Nancy and Steve. “Even happen? They’re like, polar opposites.”

“Yeah, she’s smart you douche!” Tommy shouts out which gains your attention because Tommy being right was a once in a blue moon occurrence. He followed that statement up by crushing a can against his head and chucking it to the ground. Yeah, once in a blue moon.

When you look over at Steve and Nancy, you can’t help but groan, “Oh, come one Nance, you’re not seriously gonna shotgun that are you?”

You were ignored in favour of Steve starting a chant as Nancy pulled open the tab. Tommy and Carol joined in, speeding up and then hollering when Nancy threw the can on the ground, empty.

“Barb, you wanna try?” Nancy asked, already moving towards the cooler.

“What? No.” You shook your head along with Barb. “No, I don’t want to. Thanks.”

Nancy picked up a can and Steve tries to goad Barbara.

“It’s fun! Just give it a—” Nancy is cut off, though, by yet another soft protest from Barb.

“Nance, she just said no. cut it out.” You protest, sitting up and preparing to stand if necessary.

“Just— just give it a shot.” With that, Barb throws a reassuring smile your way and stands to take the can and knife. You watch, tense, form your seated position just behind her as she moved the small blade to puncture the can. Even before the motion was made, you were beginning to stand and when Barb suddenly dropped the can and blade all together in a hiss of pain, you huddled up to her and inspected her hand.

“Fuckin’ told you it was stupid.” You grumble, glancing from Barb’s hand to her face, trying to gauge how serious the cut is in the dark.

“Where’s your bathroom?” Barb asked, voice shaky, though Steve quickly stood and provided directions. Past the kitchen and to the left, easy enough to remember.

“He better have a first aid kit in there,” you mumble, opening the door for Barb before stepping in after her. “How’s the hand? Does it feel swollen at all? Heating up?”

As you rummage through the cabinets, Barb questions, “Heating up? Is that meant to happen?” she takes a seat on the closed toiled lid, smiling faintly at the sight of you rushing around as much as you could in the enclosed space. “I’m okay, really. It looks worse than it is, I promise.”

You hum, and then voice an ‘aha!’ when you manage to find both a disinfectant for cuts and some bandages.

“I’ll only believe you if you let me take care of it—” you start, moving to crouch next to the girl and taking her injured hand in yours. “This’ll sting, probably.” You warn, hovering a disinfectant soaked cloth over the cut before beginning to clean the blood, stopping every so often as Barb flinches.

After a few minutes of cleaning, you grab the bandages and wrap them around the cut. “Et voila! Cleaned and bandaged. Can’t promise it’s any good, but it’s wrapped.” you tie off the gauze. “C’mon, let’s go find Nance before she goes missing.”

The both of you exit the bathroom giggling, though it dies the second you spot Nancy on the stairs, wrapped in a towel, with Steve just ahead of her.

“Nance!” you call out.

“Nancy,” Barbara joins, “where are you going?”

“Nowhere… just, upstairs. To change. I… fell in the pool. Why don’t you go ahead and go home, I’ll just… I’ll get a ride or something.”

“What the fuck?” you whisper.

“Nance…” She repeats your names back at you. “This isn’t you.”

“I’m fine.” And that sounded final. “Just… go ahead and go home, okay?” She turns and hurries up the remaining stairs and you scoff.

“Fucking hell.” You rest your hands on your hips. “I mean, we can go back to mine? We can make some food and binge the tapes left from last week.” You move to grab your jacket that should be hanging over the banister. It’s not there.

“Pretty sure one of those fucks took my jacket— hold on.” You quickly move to the stairs, taking two at a time to get upstairs quicker. Barb calls from the entryway,

“I’ll just be outside.”

You shout back an agreement before moving down the hallway, knocking on the doors you pass by as loud as you could, knowing that it would be only the party guests in the household. “Hey, shitheads! Where’s my jack— oh.” It lays discarded on a table in the hallway, slightly rumpled but otherwise unharmed.

You scoop it up, patting the pockets to make sure nothing was missing and hop down the stairs to meet with Barb.

“Got my jacket.” You open the front door, but Barbara isn’t there. “Barb?” you call out, looking around before moving back inside. “Barb, where’d you go?” you check the poolside, but she isn’t there either. The chairs are undisturbed, and the trees are silent.

“Well, then…” you shrug your jacket on, casting a sweeping glance over the yard but you can’t spot the ginger anywhere. “More food for me then, assholes.”

#cigarettes & dior #steve harrington x enemy reader #steve x enemy reader #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader

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