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noisolpxe · 4 months

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question abt gray, whose ghost is it and was there any reason it was drawn to him :0

HEHEHE THANK U FOR THIS ASK... i was hoping someone would ask :,)

so the ghost in gray's head is named Simon ... he's about 18 years old and died in 1962 in the house next to the house gray grew up in. gray knew simon because sometimes they'd talk in his childhood bedroom and he told his mother and father about his pal :) his mother especially encouraged him to nurture his necromantic tendencies

gray's father was a necromancer who became very paranoid about ghosts watching him & his family, specifically because he wanted gray to become a Better Necromancer than him eventually and was jealous that gray was so prone to necromantic magic from such a young age. when gray was about 7 years old, his father tried to cast a powerful spell to close off gray's magic source to the world (under the guise that he was "protecting him") — the spell was to raise 'walls' in gray's mind to try and keep ghosts out of it & to lock away the powerful necromantic magic there, but the spell backfired and ended up trapping simon in gray's mind. this spell backfiring also caused the destruction of their family home and gray was orphaned during this unfortunately. he was then sent to live with his great uncle (his mother's uncle, Cornelius, a fellow necromancer)

from the casting of the spell on, gray was always able to see simon and could hear his voice and was the Only One who could, even among other necromancers / those sensitive to necromancy.

gray and simon quickly developed a very close relationship because they shared EVERYTHING... it's very brotherly. they have gone from simon being gray's 'older' brother to gray living longer than simon and taking on the 'elder brother' role..... they bicker often as brothers do and as gray has gotten older he's wanted his own life, though he can't fully express this aloud or at all because simon is Always Around. this is a part of why gray is seeking to find the "cure to mortality" as he puts it. he wants to find a way to let people live forever so he has time to give simon the life he wants to 'live' and also give himself enough time to undo the spell his father cast on him as a child.

here's some art thru the years of gray & simon together that i have immediately on hand :3 they're my oldest ocs of the Oddities of Rosewood group they were created end of 2018-ish?

2019 / 2020 / 2021

#bashirs #asks #oddities of rosewood #ahhh i hope this makes sense and its not just rambling i love these two so much

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jaggedwolf · 1 month

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I should have more deep thoughts about pll original sins finale but mostly I remain indignant that they didn't actually go there with tabitha/imogen - the other three's boyfriends are unobjectionable, but the show has less f/f than original pll, a show subject to abc family's shenanigans in an earlier decade

(I must give A style points for their finale setup, very well done)

#jaggedwolf rambles #pll original sin #pll os watching #smh emily fields didn't trip over lesbians every half-season in rosewood for this #also it remains so funny to me that the rosewood jocks showed up in millwood - you are on opposite sides of the state guys!!!#i'm ignoring the aria/ezra mention for my own sanity #pll os #mine

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vamprnce · 2 months

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surprisingly never had ideas for Nel interacting w other spider ppl in the spider society til now

#text #possibly will draw em ??#but had some thoughts of her and peter b (w mayday too ofc) hanging out #peter doing the hold my baby thing but nels suit literally isn't baby prove (aka all the shit load of spikes everywhere)#but nonetheless she still holds her and babysit/watches her time to time :3 #ALSO #w the spider teens she's very fond of them and so impressed w their knowledge w everything #her teacher mode comes out bc she's very protective over all the kid and just want to see them be well 🩷#but she's a spider menace at heart so shes all for joining on shenanigans around the society #she's not a super tough authority figure lmao she's very good w kids they remember her of her class back home :)#tbh i haven't thought of her relationship w literally everyone still but she's easy going sometimes to herself but she's always there for #you if you need her she's ready to have your back #also yeah she didn't really side w miguel and the rest of the society... i feel like she'd defend others st that time which....#would get her in Trouble #she has a big mouth and loves to yap sometimes #Penelope Rosewood #earth 761 #shout out if you read my incoherent rambling infodump

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who-needs-words · 2 years

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I love finishing a term papers at 3 in the fucking morning

God where has the semester gone

#eli rambles #college life #fucking tired bro #ugh brain mush #i now know too much about rosewood trafficking

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hypnoneghoul · 11 months

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Brilliant Mind

WC: 1,2K

Pairing: Rain/Swiss

Tags: Implied autistic Rain, non-binary they/them Rain, anal sex

Rain goes on a ramble about basses while Swiss fucks them. That's the plot.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

“Where’s your head at?” Swiss asked, seeing the absent look in Rain’s eyes, a different one than the one he knows means the water ghoul is far gone in pleasure. They blink at Swiss’ words, shaking themself out of it.

“Just thinking ‘bout something,” they shrugged, way too casual for being impaled on the multi ghoul’s cock.

“About what, Rainbow?” Swiss asked, grinning and resuming his thrusts. That was his mistake.

“I talked with my tech about- ah, basses for the next tour earlier,” Rain started, only a quiet moan interrupting their words for a second.

“You are thinking about basses while I’m fucking you?” the multi ghoul asked, a bit in disbelief, but also with a nauseating amount of affection for his extremely adorable mate.

“Well, yeah,” Rain shrugged, again, “I won’t use the same ones I used now, you know, the white Jazz, black Jazz and black and white Jaguar.”

Swiss just stared down at his partner with wide eyes, absolutely not believing that Rain will go on a rant about basses with a cock up their ass. They didn’t tell him to stop, though, and he did love hearing them talk, so the multi ghoul continued to slowly thrust into them.

“Leaving Jazz, I think, I don't like Precision too much and Jaguar is just… meh. About the colours, I think I’ll stay with the black Jazz for the songs we’ve got in drop C, you know, because it’s fine and it’s a signature by now. But for the rest, I don’t know, the white one was a good balance, because Aether has black Fantomen and Dew black and white. But now Dew will have a whole white Stratocaster, so maybe if I had a black and white bass it would be better? What do you think?”

“I- uh, I think so too, every guitar slash bass in different colours, yeah,” Swiss breathed, not expecting Rain would ask him about anything. “By the way, can we switch positions, wanna ride me, Rainbow?”

“Sure,” the water ghoul agreed, again, way too casually considering the circumstances, and Swiss got to move them. When Rain was settled on the top, they started moving.

And talking.

“I’m wondering about the fretboards too, what would look the best. Maple is great, but I feel like it’s too light, but there’s something with rosewood that makes me hate it, so I think I’d want ebony. But I don’t know if ebony would fit the black ad white bass, so maybe maple after all? But not the yellowish lacquered one, the softer one. I’ll probably have to try to put all the options together and choose, you know?”

“Y- yeah,” Swiss managed out, barely holding himself together at the display of Rain riding his cock in earnest while still rambling. It was hot, actually, their brain amazed the multi ghoul.

“I was thinking if still tucking my picks behind the pickguard is a good idea, or if taping them to the side like Dew does isn’t better, but that’ll work out later, I guess.” Rain threw their head back then, finally showing some signs of being affected by the cock in their ass. The water ghoul leaned back on their hands, switching their bouncing to a precise grind. “There’s also the strings, I was testing out some flat wounds and half round wounds the last few weeks, and I do like the half ones, the flat’s are too, hm, slippery, but I think I should use the same type of strings they did for the recording, right? So it sounds the same. But they also used Precision, and I won’t do that, so will the strings make such an awful difference if it's a different bass? I mean, the pickups are the same, so the bass itself doesn't make that much difference, plus I can switch the necks, I just don't like the Precision’s body, or more like the pickguard shape, so I still can get really close with the sound.”

Swiss was out of his mind, the drag of Rain’s walls over his cock maddening, his mate’s brain even more. He was so close he was sure if they said one more smart word he totally didn’t understand he’d burst.

“Maybe a higher gauge of the half round wound strings would make up for the lower gauge or fully round wound? I use 45’s to 100’s now, but I could go up to 50’s or even 55’s. I’ll have to test it, do you think Dew would help me? I like my tech but he just doesn’t keep up with what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, I- I wonder why, Rainbow. You’re so smart, it’s so hot, fuck,” Swiss moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“But do you think Dew would help me?” Rain asked, seemingly oblivious to the delicious agony their mate was currently enduring.

“S- sure, he would.”

“Great, I’ll ask him later,” they leaned forward again then, bracing their arms on Swiss’ chest, returning to urgent bounces, making the multi ghoul nearly pass out.

“Hngh,” was all he could muster.

“You close?” Rain asked, so casually it hurt. Swiss nodded, whining. Loud.

“P- please, Rainbow,” he pleaded, shaky hands holding onto the water ghoul’s hips.

“What do you need, love?”

“Talk,” he moaned, “a- and move, l- like that.”

Rain giggled, but obliged, “I could use thicker picks too, they’d give me a rougher sound, more concrete. Combining all that, mixing the elements, I could get so many different tones, there’s just so many possibilities. Add effect pedals to it, and they’re basically unlimited. If I could play fingerstyle, too, that’d make a difference. Maybe I could convince Papa to let me play the new songs like that, or some of the softer basslines of the older ones, like Absolution or Deus. It depends on what stays on the setlist too, but you know how good I am with my fingers.”

Oh, and that made Swiss break. He moaned, long and high pitched, whole body spasming as he came, filling Rain with his cum.

He did know, very well, how good they were with their fingers, thank you very much.

The water ghoul finally let themself go too, though Swiss doubted they did hold themself back from anything, as their mouth dropped in a silent moan, clenching on Swiss’ cock and painting his belly white. They panted, arms giving out as they plopped down onto the multi ghoul’s chest, nuzzling their face into the crook of his neck.

“Your brain is so hot, Rainbow,” Swiss breathed, slowly coming back into his own body. Rain only purred in response, curling themself tighter around their mate, not caring about the mess.

They both did get up, though, to clean up, getting back to cuddle after. Rain fell asleep before Swiss even fully settled. He took out his phone and was met with a message from Mountain, cringing at it.

M: Had fun?

S: I wasn’t that loud, come on.

M: You absolutely were. Plus we share a wall, so… What did Rain do to you this time?

S: They started rambling about basses [*]

M: Ha, they didn’t stop, tho, did they?

S: Nope, and it was fucking hot.

M: Be grateful they chose basses and not weird deep sea tentacle creatures.

S: U speaking from experience?

M: Yes. Don’t ask more questions.

That’s where their conversation cut off, leaving Swiss grinning, absolutely planning how to find out about Mountain’s own experience. For now, though, he dropped the phone and curled tighter around Rain, kissing their forehead. He’d kiss their brilliant mind too, if he could.

#the band ghost #hypnone writes #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #fanfiction #smut

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matthewsgreybubbles · 4 days

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This is gonna sound weird af but I have a thing for fragrances/perfumes and I feel you can tell a lot about a person based on what they wear so now Im curious what mgg smells like especially since he said that he tries to make sure he always smells good. On that same note I wonder what Spencer would smell like too

Ooooh yes, I totally get you.

I saw a post a few days ago with a candle "that smells like MGG". Man I don't know what it smells like but now I'm intrigued. Like what do these people think he smells like?

I think Matthew has a more complex and less manly perfume than Spencer.

Spencer probably has a really classic but discreet man perfume. He is no alpha male as he says in the show so it's not probably like Sauvage by Dior but more like a Guerlain perfume or something like that.

On the other hand, Matthew must smell like a very specific signature scent. He smells good but he doesn't smell like gross male cologne. He probably has a perfume that he and 3 other people in the world know about and that must smell extremely good. I have a hard time picturing it but maybe something with pine, wood and musk vibes. Since I saw that video about his house I think something like rosewood incense. I don't know. But you get the vibe I think.

Anyway, that was a very long rambling about perfume this time.

#mgg #my sweet anons #spencer reid #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler

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cheddar-inq · 4 months

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as a mallet percussionist i randomly experience pure fury because of how rude non-band people or non-mallet players will be to mallet percussionists because they call an instrument the wrong name.

so heres the main mallet instruments seen in marching bands, and i think at the same time, concert ones.

these are glockenspiels, also called bells. NOT XYLOPHONES. glockenspiels or bells

theyre small, metal instruments typically played with plastic or hard acrylic mallets and have a high-pitched sound that rings out very well. they do not have resonators

these are xylophones.

xylophones are slightly bigger instruments, made of real or synthetic wood. they have very thick keys and small resonators. they can be played with hard yarn mallets or acrylic ones, and have a higher pitched sound (although usually lower than a glockenspiel)

these are vibraphones.

theyre metal with thinner keys, and theyre yellow sometimes !!!!!!! usually silver though. they have a pedal that control soft pads under the keys, which is how they make both muffled / shorter sounds, as well as loud ringing ones. they have bigger resonators than xylos

these are marimbas. MY FAVORITE EVER !!!!!!!! i heart marimbas <333

marimbas are the biggest mallet instrument, even getting up to FIVE octaves. they are made of rosewood or synthetic wood and have massive resonators. they have a deep, rich sound to them and are very heavy. they dont have a pedal or anything and they have somewhat thick keys that get thinner towards the center.

there you go :3 a silly little mallet percussionists ramble about instruments !!!!

#marimba #xylophone #vibraphone #glockenspiel #percussion #mallet percussion #kit yips

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valentinetypewriter · 5 months

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James Potter fancast

I need you all to understand when I say that Aaron Taylor-Johnson is James Potter i am NOT talking about this guy

no I'm talking about this little dweeb kid

This is my James Potter and nothing will ever change that

#aaron taylor johnson #james potter #the marauders #the marauders era #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #marauders era #marauders fancast #marauders fanfiction #Nowhere boy #kick ass #Rosewoods rambles

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quicktimeeventfull · 9 months

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Marrow: Lawlight Succession AU

1.7K words Read here or on AO3 Light has some concerns and some capitulations regarding his marriage to L, one of the incomprehensibly rich children of the media mogul who employs him. or A Tom-coded Light and a Shiv-coded L have a very one-sided conversation about how Light ought to earn his keep. Content notes: Unevenly toxic relationships, generally horrific family dynamics, L wears a black turtleneck. There are no major spoilers for Succession and I feel this will probably (?) make sense without having watched it.

So it’s 10:15 on a Wednesday. L has pulled me into a frigid conference room in the head office of his father’s company, where I work and he interlopes, and I am once again coming to the realization that I have married an insane person who has my absolute worst interests at heart.

Or, well. I should qualify that. L is batshit, but in a good way, a way that whets us both. L is brilliant and scintillating and incredibly hot if you’re into exotic marsupials, which clearly I am. The problem with marrying L, however, is you also marry into the entire Wammy clan, who treat each other the way grizzly bears treat those balls of meat zookeepers toss into their cages for enrichment.

L on his own is the love of my life. My heartbeat, my soul. L combined with his family is a gangrenous wound and right now he’s jabbing me back against the drywall with two knuckles, talking so fast I can barely understand him. I don’t think he realizes he’s doing it. The knuckles against my sternum, I mean, although frankly I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know about the talking either. He is wearing a black turtleneck to indicate that he isn’t stuffy and constrained like his siblings, and also possibly because it’s about fifty degrees in here; if I exercise mindful meditation and listen below my husband’s lunatic ramblings I can hear the rush of the air conditioner merging with the click-click-click of our ergonomically diffused fluorescents.

He’s better than this. But I understand. Bone-deep, I do.

“Beyond knows exactly what he’s fucking doing,” he’s saying. “He’s whispering to Quillsh behind my back. I know he is.” Calling his father by his first name is L’s new thing. It is, I think, meant to convey a sense of disaffection. It does not. “I — we — you and I — need to get some leverage, and this would work. It’s the right move. Sakura TV is where the power is, and you know Quillsh. He’ll follow the scent of that anywhere it goes.”

My skull is pressed right up against the dove-grey drywall. It hurts if I think about it, so I don’t. He’s looking at me, technically, but not really. I could be anyone right now. His eyes are fixed on mine, black and endless, but I know they aren’t seeing anything at all. He is for some reason wearing my cologne, which is Hermés H24 — cary sage, narcissus and rosewood. I have no idea why he’s done that, but either way he’s wreathed in my scent, which is eerie now, the echo of me as chosen by him. He must have left home not too long ago because it still smells close to how it does straight from the bottle.

“L,” I tell him, trying to restore some normality to the situation, “I am not going to fuck Demegawa.”

Knuckle still pressed into my bone, he looks at me like I’ve lost it. “I never said you should fuck Demegawa.”

“You did,” I tell him. “L. You said, ‘I think Demegawa is interested in you, and it would be nice if you showed him a good time.’”

“Well, that doesn’t mean you should fuck him,” L says, although it clearly does. He does, at least, stop poking me in the ribs, although he unfolds his fingers and presses his palm flat against my chest instead so I’m still pressed against the wall, a situation I might find arousing if he weren’t trying to convince me to have sex with the morally repulsive head of the morally repulsive Sakura TV so he can fuck over his morally repulsive twin brother. “Jesus, Light.”

He’s probably right about Beyond trying to destroy him, actually. The Wammy siblings always have about six concurrent games of full-contact chess going at any given moment. This does not mean I’m going to let him whore me out to rectify the matter.

“What else could it possibly mean?” I say.

“Well, just a good time. You’re attractive. You’re tall.” We are the same height. “You’ve got nice hair. I’m not taking about sex, Light. God. I was just suggesting — you could take him out for dinner, let him look at you, maybe —“ He takes his hand away from me so he can make what is clearly a handjob motion.

“L. Jesus. I’m not going to jerk Demegawa off for you.”

He has the gall to look indignant. “I didn’t say you should!” His fingers are still wrapped around an invisible cock.

I make the same shape with my own hand. “What is this, then, L? What do you want me to do? You want me to, what, take him out to Coney Island and get him a corn dog? Buy tickets to an idol concert and shake one of those sticks around?” I jerk my hand up and down, like he’d been doing.

He stares at me, then takes a step back and throws his hands up, eyes still fixed on the space I occupy.

“God! Can’t you just — this isn’t for me, you know. It’s for both of us. It’s for you more than me, actually.” This is a ludicrous statement, but I don’t get a chance to question it because he’s already pacing, flinging his hand towards the door. “And Beyond isn’t even the worst of it, you know. Near is closing in, too — he’s got some sort of deal with that awful man Quillsh is seeing, and Mello’s been quiet for way too long. If we don’t get a handle on this, Light, I’m fucked. He’ll cut me out and then where will we be?”

We will, I think, continue to be millionaires with a penthouse in Tribeca but I do take his point.

He is nothing but his father’s wealth, his father’s empire, everything he owns inherited and unearned. Chip away at that and you cut right into his skin. Whereas I simply have a realistic understanding of money, which is to say: it opens every door in the world, and I would like as much of it as possible.

He is walking the room, not waiting for an answer. He is looking at the tasteful grey walls because he already knows what I’m going to say. This is what money does, for him and for me. It buys you nice clothes and Michelin food but more importantly it makes you untouchable. It makes you safe, forever and always. You never need to worry about what other people think because at the end of the day they’ll dance for whatever scraps you throw. I am aware of this but he is not. He is so careless with his power. He knows, I think, that he is my single weakness, the one person who can take this all away, but he knows this the way a master knows his dog must be leashed.

I don’t mind this because I adore him and I don’t intend to leave. All the same, I read the prenup and I was not favoured.

Listen: that’s true love, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. An engagement ring is all well and good but I didn’t feel like I was his until we sat down with a lawyer each to squabble about how much flesh we’d carve off each other’s ribs if the whole thing went slantwise. Love, real love, love between adults, that’s all about deciding on the conditions you can impose and the conditions you can bear.

And don’t you want to know? In your heart of hearts, you know there are rules of engagement. Isn’t it better to understand the exact parameters, the consequences for wandering too far out of line? Each morning I look at my husband, who does not care for me — I know this — who has become bored of me, who keeps me around the way adults keep stuffed animals from their childhoods to pull out when they’re unwell, this ragged familiar thing that can’t ever leave, and I ask myself if it’s worth it. I can smell the bodies of other men on him, hotel soap on his skin when he promised he was out for business, and I know that once he wakes he will ask me to preform for him a million humiliating acts then expect me to thank him for the privilege of his attention and the lips he shares with strangers. God, he was sick for me once but now he gives me so little. It’s love because that’s what the contract said but it’s a thin sort of love. I look at his hair spread out on the sheets and his eyes tremoring in his sleep and I decide whether or not I can stand what my life has become.

And yes, obviously. I can. I’m still here. I’ve weighed the options, clear-eyed, and here I am. He makes me nauseous and he makes me insane but I still love every single piece of gristle on his bones.

“Look,” I tell him. “I have a meeting.” I don’t. “I would really, really love to stay and discuss why I should give Demegawa a handjob because Beyond made you said, but I absolutely have to go. You should eat something, okay? Maybe drink some water? Pull together some chairs and take a nap?” He’s opening his mouth to argue, so I’m backing out of the room as I talk; I’m opening the door with one hand and stepping out. “I’ll call you later, alright? Or we can meet back at the apartment. I’m thinking of ordering Thai. Okay. Bye, L. Great talk. Let me know if you think of anyone else for me to suck off.”

I shut the door before he can protest, then stalk off back to my office. I will, I think, call my assistant when I’m there; I’ll need her to research the sorts of places Demegawa likes to go for dinner. I’m not going to touch him, but yeah, sure, I can let him look. I am L’s. I am L’s, always. He feeds me and he buys me beautiful things and I belong only and forever to him. So, sure, I’ll do this, why not. I’m not ashamed of my worth.

#death note #lawlight #fic #succession au #light yagami #l lawliet #also beyond birthday near & mello are discussed but not actually in this #ANYWAY here's some TOXIC LAWLIGHT TIME #ft. tom/shiv branded toxicity

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sturnstvs · 3 months

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GIRLS CLUB

hanna marin x oc

Set in season 3

summary: hanna meets scarlet at a bar and they instantly click, leaving hanna confused with her feelings

warnings none

It was a new day in Rosewood, a peaceful day if you will, well not for Hanna, she was confused, why would caleb try and find Mona knowing how dangerous she was? And why was Paige helping him?

The questions she had been asking herself for a good few days. So she did what any logical person should do and follow Paige. Why you may ask, well she didn't want anyone getting hurt. Caleb or Paige.

she was surprised that she followed Paige to a club. she didnt know if she was fed up with caleb keeping secrets from her or if it was becasue she really wanted clousere with what has happened, but she walked into that club.

when she got there she was suprised to find out that is was a club with only girls in it 'why am i not suprised' hanna thought she should just walk out but then agian she did need to find paige and see what she is up to so she decides to stay

as hanna is walking in further she bumps into someone a girl not much older than her by the looks of it

"hey watch where you're going what the fuck you ruined my blouse" the mysterious girl exclaimed frustrated by hanna

" oh my god, i am so sorry, i wasnt watching where i was going" hanna told the girl pulling her over to a table to help clean her off.

"the least i could do is at least try and help you get this stain out" hanna told her

"okay fine, the names scarlet by the way"

"hanna"

"what a pretty name for a very pretty girl" scarlet says flirting with hanna

hanna immediately blushed, which was a little wired for her as chessey pick up lines don't normaly work with her even when caleb uses them.

"so what brings you hear you dont peg me as someone who is into this" scarlet asked motioning to everything going on around them

"what a club or a non-straight club" hanna asked amused

"no! no not like that you just don't seem like the type of person to go to a club in general i'm not saying in like the oh you like girls type of fashion or something, but like the way of oh i don't know " scarlet rambled

"no i understand why your confused" hanna chuckled amused at her rambling

the girls ended up having a fun time that night and lets just say hanna forgot what she was even doing there in the first place

this is originally from my wattpad btw so it's mine it's not stolen lol

#pll #pretty little liars #hanna marin

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prince-liest · 3 months

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I've become obsessed with perfume so I'm going to ramble about it on my blog to my captive audience, as you do. Sorry to anyone who is here for consistent fandom posting, but I do warn people in my sidebar. :'))

I've worn V&R Flowerbomb as my go-to fancy "I'm an adult who wears PERFUME now!" perfume after my dad gifted me a large 100mL bottle (and eventually a 50mL refill for a later birthday) of it... probably around 2014 or 2015? It's a nice, popular fragrance and Russian people consider perfume and cologne to be a standard thing to use, so it made me feel very nice about myself. I also had a 10mL vial of Banana Republic's Rosewood as an evening scent, which I recently googled and realized is very inexpensive for how much I enjoyed the smell of it, but I haven't seen it in a couple of years.

I know I used to think Flowerbomb was very warm and sweet and flowery, but at some point in the past few years I started basically tasting it in the back of my throat in an unpleasant, scrapey way, so with 25mL of it left in my last bottle, I decided to get a new perfume! And promptly fell down the r/fragrance rabbit hole.

Anyway, I've made three trips to two different Sephoras to stand around sniffing perfume until I go nose-blind and nauseated.

THE RESULTS (aka. I'm very vanilla, but Not Like That):

YSL Black Opium Over Red: An evening or cold-season scent that made me want to autocannibalize my own arm when I tried it out on myself. I've read that the original Black Opium is a very popular scent, but in my opinion it was missing something fruity or fresh, and the Over Red flanker's cherry note is exactly what it needed. I thought I liked floral perfumes more than gourmands but it turns out that I'm just a sucker for vanilla. I bought this for full freaking retail price because apparently it's a 2024 release. I guess I'm trendy now.

MJ Daisy Eau So Intense: A sweet honey-strawberry perfume for a spring or summer day that makes me want to go eat a pear. There are a lot of fruity-floral perfumes out there, but this one stood out and wrapped its strawberry-and-pear scented fingers into my grey matter when I first tried it and made me think of childhood summer vacation. This also has base notes of vanilla, though I wouldn't have been able to identify that without looking it up. Thankfully, this one I was able to get at something like 60% off retail price.

Burberry Her Elixir: Berries, jasmine, amber. This is the daily-wear all-arounder I was looking for to actually replace my Flowerbomb. It's suitable for any time of year or day, as long as I spray it somewhere I can smell it all the time because otherwise I'm going to be that weirdo sniffing their own wrist constantly. It is also the final nail in the "Yeah, okay, I'm obsessed with vanilla" coffin because it turns out that's in this one, too. (And the final nail in the coffin of my wallet because this one also wasn't available from discounters.) Also, the atomizer on this one is flawless.

Anyway, now I smell very nice all of the time. I might get one more if I can find a very rose-scented perfume that has vanilla in it instead of smelling like the color green if it was wet, but otherwise I feel like I'm set!

#personal #perfume #fragrance #text posts #long post

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iamafictionfreak · 2 years

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CHAPTER 3 IS UP!!

Okay, so I know there are a few people that left comments on previous posts and I'd like to apologise for ghosting you all - long story short, my laptop and phone decided now was the time to die. So you can imagine my horror. This chapter should have been out weeks ago, but it's here now, PHEW, so let me know what you all think, kay :)

Also, a huge apology to @daswarschonkaputt who answered my rambling asks with such sincerity and huge ass descriptions, I almost cried. Huge ass analyses are my bread and butter - and she fed me quite well. I'll be combing through my history for a re-read.

Porsche goes back to the Rosewood... and regrets it.

And now I:

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche fic #kinn x porsche

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mitskii444 · 1 year

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hi! this is a list of my favourite makeup products for every step!

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primer - the porefessional lite primer! its my favourite pore blurring product ever! very light, i can barely feel it there. it also makes my skin very soft and works well over and under makeup!

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foundation - i typically don't wear foundation, but if i do i like to use the too faced born this way foundation! its very light and not clumpy!

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concealer - maybelline age eraser concealer is my absolute favourite concealer! it lasts all day without being clumpy! looks very natural.

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contour - i don't use a lot of contour, because i only contour my nose. i use the fenty beauty match stick in amber suede, its so creamy and goes on smooth!

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blush - r.e.m. beauty's eclipse blush and lipstick in the shade "audition" is my favourite blush ever! although it isn't the most pigmented, it stays on all day and is really good for on the go makeup application.

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highlighter - fenty beauty will always have a special place in my heart, and this is the case when it comes to highlighter. their diamond bomb all-over highlighter is AMAZING! its not too dramatic, and it gives your skin a soft glow.

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setting spray - the porefessional super setter spray is awesome! surprisingly, it makes my makeup last all day with a matteish glow. it smells amazing too.

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mascara - i know that you've probably heard this sooo many times before, but the too faced better than (the s word 🤭) mascara is the best mascara ive ever used! it can be clumpy when first applied, but when you brush it out with a lash brush it looks so cute! very volumizing and clean looking! also, the packaging is super cute.

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lip products - to finish off this list, i want to talk about my favourite all in one lip product ever, the epitome of ldr coquette sadgirling, the dior addict lip oil in the shade rosewood. it really pulls the whole look together, and is not too overdramatic.

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thanks for reading my silly little ramble about makeup, and i hope you have a good rest of your day

#cosmetics #makeup #eyeshadow #lipstick #primer #foundation #mascara #coquette #dior

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