#sundrunk

[catgraff]

Hope your morning is as lit as this one's 🔥 . . . #lit #morning #cat #Siamese #meezer #sundrunk https://www.instagram.com/p/CdTCXTdOSfj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#lit #morning #cat #siamese #meezer #sundrunk

[impossiblepluto]

#its the first day that it is warm enough (with a sweatshirt jacket and blanket) #to sit outside at six in the morning and drink my coffee #(ive had coffee outside in the morning a few times but its been later/only stayed out long enough to quickly slurp it down) #and i got my swing all unwrapped for the year #+ coinciding with a day off if work #and that its cairo week makes me happy #gives me AJ thoughts about how relieved he is that jack was right and spring/warmer weather/the sun did come back! #'didnt you believe me?' jack teases a sundrunk AJ #'i really really wanted to' #the kid has not stopped basking in the sunlight. didnt even protest sunscreen (much) and is going to crash hard tonight #jack will be surprised if he makes it through supper

[ofdynasts]

Closed starter for @sundrunked​

"You can't hide outside with your dog the entire time." Hands on his hips, Jules was aware on some level that he didn't have the clearance to tell a prince what he could and couldn't do, but propriety was something that seemed to fall to the wayside with pretty much every member of the royal family - with the exception of the Queen Mother.

Sighing, Julian cocked his head to one side. "You could always try convincing the King of Switzerland to arrange a hunt if you're already tired with all the formality. Would that make you feel better?" There had to be something the King had in mind other than gather up all the local royals to roam his halls, after all.

#sundrunked #thread; julian gallardo and einer magnussen #writing; julian [ to be the good child ]

[svnshone]

@sundrunked​ jakob + antonia

she had been mindlessly stabbing at her embroidery for the last several minutes, her patience and interest in it having passed. antonia tossed it onto the side table, instead choosing to toss it to the side and get up, moving into the next room. she paused for a moment when she saw her elder brother. “jakob,”antonia said, putting on a smile and taking a seat next to him. “how are you fairing?”

#interaction. antonia #sundrunked

[reginamater]

@sundrunked | closed starter for Einar

It oft felt as if time with her second son had been robbed from her, slipping through her fingers with each passing time Einar was sent to war. Time after time after time. Her son came home, and shortly after Aslak sent him back to fight, never allowing him to be with his family for too long lest he grow soft - or so she remebered her husband saying; it was one of the many reasons she grew to resent him over the years. But she’d still recognise her son anywhere - the one who had grown to be as tall as her, and stronger than them all combined. And yet, did she know her boy any longer? Who had he become? Perhaps this time away from home - and by the Gods she loathed being abroad, in this foreign territory with people who would be far too quick to judge their ways than to attempt to understand them - may prove a blessing in disguise by allowing her to spend some time with him.

“ Einar? “ She called for him to get his attention, seeing him walk across one of the corridors of their given area of the palace. “ Come, I’d like to speak with you. “ Her newly found status as a frozen woman like the harshest winters of Denmark kept any emotion from her voice concealed. 

#sundrunked #c; einar #thread; katharina

[royalrites]

jakob / @sundrunked​:

"My sympathies for your loss." The death of a relative was something that Dante wasn't sure he understood properly, as he'd been born with someone else's demise and never had the chance to mourn, but simply to be angry. Things had to be different with a brother, didn't they? Still, there was little time for mourning when you were a king, and that wasn't what Dante wished to speak with him about.

"As the king, do you find that you're adjusting well?" How much preparation had he experienced for the role of being a king? Considering that both of them seemed to have similar parentage, Dante felt compelled to look after Jakob to an extent, to make sure that he did well.

#sundrunked #th;dante #thdj; jakob habsburg

[artificialvoyage]

👻 ( @sundrunked​ ) ⚰️ LESTAT DE LIONCOURT & ARTHUR DAYNE

⚰️ ( location ) market row, night market

⚰️ - the night market had many a splendor to explore - he enjoyed this stop very much. between the atmosphere, the eternal night, and the fellow creatures of whom he felt more akin to - lestat could simply live and thrive here forever. but this, this was not his mission nor his purpose. the cambria one had been his savior and his damned - and without his eternal companion by his side... lestat remained an unchecked anomaly. striding carefully upon a fellow cambrian, lestat eased into his mimicry of a polite gentleman and reached before the other and picked up what appeared to be an exotic fruit. “i have been around for centuries now and i can say with ease that the wonders of nature are simply still the most beautiful, don’t you think?” he hit the consonant of ‘k’ quite hard as he slid his gaze to arthur’s face, an awaiting smile on his lips.

#[ ⚰️ ] LESTAT DE LIONCOURT { thread } #[ ⚰️ ] LESTAT { with ARTHUR DAYNE } #sundrunked

[cowboylor]

chateau lobby

matty’s feeling domestic.

warnings: (18+) mature content, v. fingering, implied sexual content, blurb content yay, strangely romantic? how embarrassing

wc: >1k

His lips ghost over your ankle, tracing up your shin until he's looking up—looking at you through half-lids while he kisses a trail on your leg.

His hair is still damp from the pool; creating a string of droplets down the base of his neck whenever he dips his head down. You can see his back from this angle too, and how a patch of freckles is starting to grow visible from being outside all day.

You bite back a smile.

“Honey,” You muse. When Matty hums against your skin, your stomach tightens and you're reminded of how you felt under the sun. How you felt at dinner after your second glass of wine. How you felt when you put on the dress for the first time. “What're you doing?”

He looks up to grin at you.

Warm. You feel warm.

“Thought that was clear,” He quips before pressing his lips right above your knee.

Your hands grip the edge of the countertop.

“Wanna take you in the kitchen–” He nips at your inner thigh.“–over the dining table. Fuck, on top of the wash too–” Another love bite. “–We’ll make it our own.”

Swallowing roughly, you watch as he attacks your skin, trailing upwards until the tip of his nose is prodding at the fabric of your underwear and your bottom lip finds itself between your teeth. His hands fondle the hem of your dress, pulling and digging it as he works against you.

You tilt your head back against the cabinets.

“'s not our house,” You mumble through bitten lips.

You hear him exhale dramatically, his breath wafting over as he does. You have the instinct to cross your legs together when reminded how close he actually is.

“I'm being proper domestic,” He mutters.

Giggling, your fingers graze the fabric of your dress, pulling it away from his grasp so you can pull it up even higher. His eyes wander as you do; watching the fabric disappear from your thighs until the lining of your panties becomes visible.

“I know, I know,” You assure him, hands threading through his curls. “And you’re being so sweet.”

He snorts, rising from his knees to stand between your spread legs.

He gives you a look before he digs his hands into the sides of your hips. You let him kiss you roughly, pressing you back into the granite while his hands ride up your dress up your waist.

Even when he breaks away, you're still reaching for him. With your swollen lips, with your fingertips, with your hips that slightly raise themselves off the countertop in an effort to meet him halfway—

“I could be mean if you’d like,” He teases, lips connecting to the shell of your ear. Slipping one strap down your shoulder, he traces his hand down until he finds the curve of your hip again. “Can still fuck you over the counter all the same.”

You think about it and he lets you. His eyes pour into yours while his fingers brush over your core. You furrow your brow as they do, a whine escaping when he shifts the fabric to the side.

You screw your eyes shut.

“How do you want it, love?” He prompts you, mouth grazing over your jaw as his fingertip experimentally circles at your clit. You mumble into his skin, lips connecting with his cheek as heat pools in your stomach.

Warmth again. It's like you've never left the sun.

“I like it when you talk to me,” He slows his hand until you're peering up at him with sundrunk eyes and a pleading expression. “Like when you tell me what you want.”

Your hand travels down to the drawstrings of his sweats, until your fingers are undoing the string and pulling him closer.

You don't stifle the choked sob in your throat when he rubs at your clit again. You don't even bite your lip when he tilts your head up to look him in the eyes, staring you down as if to ask What will it be?

“Want it in the kitchen,” You mewl, repeating his words as he watches you with intrigue. Matty nods back, matching your drawn-out expression with a pleased one. Maybe wanting to please him even more, through heavy eyelids you murmur a quiet, “We'll make it our own.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy smut #the 1975 imagine #the 1975 imagines #*my writing #this could be drawn out but im in such a writing rut #this was fun tho yay #rediscovering drafts kind of night

[dykeomania]

ellie williams deserves to go to a pride parade,

a run-on-sentence-ramble it's corny liiike i'm not even writing i'm just daydreaming and giggling oh my god i love queer joy we oooouuutsssiiiiiiiiiideeeee

and to wear the ugliest fucking adam-sandler-ass-outfit that the world has literally ever seen. i'm talking like.. reebok club c's. nike socks, rolled all the way up. oakley sunglasses on her head that she stole from that one abby bitch who rows crew. jorts, with a carabiner, looped on her outermost left belt buckle (a big ass contradiction if ykwim because mind you, she's also wearing an oversized ass t-shirt that reads in the largest lettering known to man: quote, I LET FEMMES TOP ME!, end quote). she deserves to be grumpy while riley takes forever to get ready (she's like almost done, she's just doing her edges) and to vehemently protest against cat who promises that she won't draw a dick on ellie's face but that she just really really wants to put glitter on her cheeks 'cause she thinks it'll look cute. she deserves to have her eyes light up at the sight of her lover, and sit up straighter from the comfort of her manspread once she realizes that she's coming this way. deserves to reel her in by her matching carabiner (also on the left side -- someone's llyiiinnnggg), and tell her that she looks cute. deserves to grin up at her and coyly ask her if she looks stupid. deserves to have her face cupped, her nose softly nudged against, and to have a small ..mmnnn..nnyyyeah murmured against her lips. deserves to tell her lover to shut the fuck up through a snicker and to -- amidst the disgust of the audience behind y'all -- take a second to just swim in the remnants of jello shots left behind on each other's tongues -- the ones you both took earlier (at like.. 11?am?) that left hers, red, and yours, orange.

she deserves to be the first one of your group to begin walking backwards down the beginning of the parade. nevermind the seemingly infinite spawn of white gay twinks and fashion choices that are somehow.. worse! than hers -- she's facing her friends. she's giving them a look. her arm is outstretched, and her hand is holding that of her girl's who she thinks, this time, she might actually really love. she deserves to hold some $5 lemonade above her head while annoyingly shuffling her shoulders to rain on me by lady gaga, and to be clowned (mercilessly) because 1) she's catching no beat, not one and 2) i thought you didn't even wanna come, what happened? deserves to shrug her shoulders at y'all because.. well, she doesn't know. there's something about it all -- being outside, being surrounded by the energy and screams of pure happiness down the streets -- like maaaybbeee.. it warrants a change of heart. she deserves to struggle to twirl her girl over and underneath her shoulder. deserves to kiss the question clean off your cheek, and to have her chuckles blend in with your giggles while she grits the lyrics, off-key as ever and this time, directly in your ear.

she deserves to make the hike all the way to the greenery that holds drag shows, free stickers, face painting, educational pamphlets on lgbtq+ sex education, free food, outnumbered preachers, fucking larpers?!, you name it -- deserves it all. deserves to venture towards it with something cheshire on her face. with her friends by her side, and her girl against her ribcage. deserves to wonder why she is so fucking into it now. maybe she's just tipsy, or sundrunk. maybe it's the exhaust in the air, or the vibes in the streets, whatever. but honestly? maybe she's smiling so fucking hard because this is just, plain and simple, right where she's supposed to be.

:)

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #lesbian

[kazemi-archive]

Liberosis — Masterlist

PRONOUNCED: Li•be•ro•sis | \lee be roh sis\

DEFINITION: the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.

PAIRING: Miya Atsumu x Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff, Suggestive (maybe smut)

SYPNOSIS: Just because you realize something doesn’t mean that you’ll act on it. And when you decide to act on it, can you really do it? Put yourself in the hands of those you trust and hope they don’t drop you? Or are you too late because you can’t leave the sidelines?

“Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?”

STATUS : IN PROGRESS

TAGLIST : OPEN

PREQUEL : Succiduous followed by Sundrunk

CHAPTERS:

1. Growing Up With the Miya Twins

2. Deciding Your Fate

3. Spin the Bottle

4. Miscommunication

5. Great Friends

6. A Lie With Consequences

7. Care to Explain?

8. Double Date From Hell

9. Pride, My Old Enemy

10. The Longest We've Ever Gone

11. Reality Check Pt 1

12. Reality Check Pt 2

13. The Wise(asse)st of Us All

14. Coming Clean

15. Idiots All Along

a/n: a long time coming and I’ve always wanted to write it

#𓇻 fics #𓇻 Liberosis

[bloomingcells]

Sundrunk lover

beautiful and strange

sing to me the words

that my ears won't hear when spoken

let them water me

basking in the light

growing slowly, steadily, too

adamant, that I should sprout like a willow

envious, of the oaks surrounding me

oblivious, that maybe, I just am

a bird in a loving forest

[switchpink]

when i sunbathe and she comes out and sits silently on the edge of my chair and unhooks my bikini and runs her hand along my spine and quietly says "do you need anything else?" and i know she's not just asking, she really wants to know, and i am sundrunk and she is the only thing holding me steady by her fingertips--

#im a princess #she told me #lesbian #sapphic #sapphic romance #romance #sapphic yearning #lesbian yearning #lesbian chivalry #soft #soft lesbian #femmexbutch #butchxfemme #femme lesbian

[pluviacuratio]

𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:

fern green (hex #4F7942)

sepia brown (hex #704214)

fire brick red (hex #B22222)

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

Citrus perfume (her favorite splurge is sundrunk, but she uses others like karma)

Honeysuckle and lavender. It's from the soap she makes!

Disinfectant, thanks to her work.

Garlic and spices, thanks to her love of cooking.

Ash and metal, if she's been working at the forge her parents own.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

Long, flowy skirts. They offer more comfort for her than pants, and she tends to wear them long enough that she doesn't typically need anything long underneath to cover her legs from the sun.

Cardigans. She flip flops with her temperature enough that long sleeve shirts tend to be too warm after a while, so she enjoys the comfort of a cardigan she can take off or put on as she pleases.

Mid-length dresses. Something to offer some fun, especially when they're patterned.

Platform shoes. Her height is a sore spot, so she wears big chunky shoes.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

Messenger bag. It is literally always on her person unless she physically cannot bring it along or it genuinely doesn't fit the situation (in which case she'll bring a smaller purse)

First aid kit. She's always here to patch people up at any given moment and makes sure it is always stocked.

A small blue gem pendant. It features in nearly every outfit she wears, whether it matches or not. It was a gift from a dear friend and she will never willingly get rid of it.

Secret fourth thing: A small, well-loved plush bunny. It's been in her life she was a child and she lovingly patches it up whenever there is damage so there are plenty of stitches all over it.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

Hands on her chest, expressing joy or affection.

Open stance, wanting to seem welcoming and inviting.

Bright smiles, overall joyful expressions.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

Sunset over a city skyline.

Flower petals on the wind in a field.

A full moon surrounded by endless stars.

Baby grand piano in a dreamy ballroom.

tagged by: @darksonofsparda

tagging: @xamassed (For Bryning!), @predeition, @1a-villains (Mic!), @prismpowa, @cosmicdreamt, and whomever else wants to snatch this!!

#♣ out of rain (ooc) #♫ little girl with great big plans (about) #♣ i'll cover you! (queue)

[thatone-churro]

she is my sun

she captures all my waking thoughts

entangles me in her heat

i’d follow her to my death

and i’d rather know nothing else

i’d chase her to the very end

and she knows

she knows what she does to me

she knows what i’d do for her

she stays just out of my reach every time

taunting me, taunting me

she blinds me with her light

she’s all i can see

i’m reaching blindly

grasping at any shred of her i can get

i want her to be mine

i know i can’t have her

but i want to

so i reach, i beg, i cry

all for her, all for her

***

i saw a moth the other day.

it was the middle of the afternoon

and it just fell from the sky.

i don’t know where it came from

only that it plummeted to the ground

and it fell without a sound

as it fell and as it hit.

i thought it had died

i wonder if it wish it had

but it didn’t

even as it lay belly-up in the sun’s radiance.

just when i believe it dead

it flutters

it spasms

it panics, i think.

in its blind flurry

it flies a few inches

but still fell on its back.

it tried again

it tried again

and it tried again

but fell all the same.

inch by inch

it scrambled to a bush

all the while

it couldn’t look away from the sky

and it flew

well, “flew”

to where the sun was titled overhead.

i wonder if it knew it should know better.

i wonder if all it knew

was the light it craved so badly

and if it was driven to delirium

being engulfed in it

and flung off the cliff of ecstasy in its wake.

i wonder if it knew at all

that the sun it chased so religiously

would kill it in the end.

i wonder if that’s what all our desperation looks like

that we all flutter to our demise

and others can only help but watch with pity.

i wondered all in retrospect.

i thought first,

watching it scramble:

“i could write a poem about that.”

i was the only one to find it so poetic.

***

i reach, i beg, i cry

all for her, all for her

i grasp at every inch of her i can reach

writhing on my back

belly-up beneath her radiance

entangled in her arms

she absolutely smothers me

sends me to delirium

feeling nothing but heat

heat and her

her heat

and mine

she taunts me, taunts me

captures my lips

and steals all my waking thoughts

she’s just within my reach

i reach my hands up

ever reaching

ever desperate to hold her

but she holds stronger

because i am all hers

she’s all i know

i can never forget her in the day

always feeling her in the back of my mind

and i crave her in the night

crawling for light and warmth

she is my sun

— sundrunk

#in which i watch a moth almost drop dead beside me in broad daylight and decide to write a poem about a hindsight crush #wonder where that moth ended up #i love poems in this structure fr #the patron saint of asexual poets #poetry #poems #poem #lgbtq poetry #lgbtq #writing #original writing #original poetry #poets on tumblr #creative writing #trying to remember all the tags for poems that show up on my dash 😭 #love poems #< juuuust barely? it’s about an unhealthy obsession for sure #long post

[allylikethecat]

Gatty and 32!! I love these so much

Hi! Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope this is what you were looking for! These prompts continue to be so much fun! I have a few more in my inbox that I am also working on and can't wait to share. Sorry these are taking me a few days to complete! Thank you so much again!

❤️Ally

Kiss…to wake up

Matty came to slowly, his head felt heavy and fuzzy, like the static of the car radio when you searched for the correct station or the rainbow hum of the television screens of his childhood when there was no station selected. He let out a soft sigh, unsure if it was in contentment or annoyance at being woken up. His mind didn’t feel clear enough to decide, still in that sweet in between haze of awake and asleep. He could feel that someone was behind him, hovering over him, kneeling with his legs on either side of Matty’s own, though keeping his weight off of Matty’s back. Matty shifted his own weight, bumping his hip into George’s knee. 

“You need to wake up and roll over love,” said George softly, pressing a kiss to the back of Matty’s neck. Matty hummed in acknowledgement but made no effort to move, causing George to chuckle and press another kiss to his back, lower this time, followed by another and another, tracing the curve of his spine.

“I don’t want to,” Matty slurred, pressing his nose into the crook of his elbow, eyes still squeezed shut. George chuckled and kissed the small of his back, just above the curve of his arse where the waistband of his swim shorts cut across his skin. Matty involuntarily found himself lifting his hips to press back against George’s mouth. George bit down lightly on Matty’s love handle, the elastic waistband digging into the soft flesh of his sides, before nosing his way back up Matty’s spine, tracing the dip of his spinal column with his tongue before nipping again at the base of his neck. Matty gasped, shocked at the sting. 

“You need to roll over Matthew,” said George again, “your back is burnt to a crisp.”

Matty groaned. 

“I put more sunscreen on for you,” said George, “but it’s too late, you’re burnt and it’s only going to get worse.” He pressed another kiss to Matty’s neck. “You need to wake up, love.” 

Matty let out an exaggerated sigh, but rolled over, and propped himself up on his elbows and arched his neck to look up at George who was straddling him with a grin. 

“Happy now?” Matty asked, his mind still felt syrupy and thick, his thoughts moving slow and sluggish, like honey tipping out of the bottom of the bottle. He was sleepy and sundrunk, he wanted George, a beer, and to go back to sleep, in that order. 

“Very,” said George, leaning down to kiss Matty deeply, biting at his lower lip before licking into his mouth, suffocating him with his love. Matty whimpered, falling back onto his back, his hands coming up to dig into George’s shoulder, pulling him off balance and all the closer, their bare, sweat slick chests sticking together, their skin dragging together as George moved above him. Matty dug his toes into the sand curling them as heat pooled in his lower belly. He was wide awake now.

His sunburn ached as it rubbed against the terrycloth of the beach towel had was laying on, and he had sand in his hair, his curls already matted together with the salt from the ocean he and George had frolicked through earlier, Matty laughing as George picked him up and tossed him into the waves. 

George kissed his jawline, moving to mouth at his neck, sucking and licking and biting and making Matty’s already foggy head spin with desire as he tried to swallow back the sounds desperate to claw their way from his throat. He knew he was loud, that he was vocal with his pleasure, but he didn’t want to break the stillness that had settled over the cove they were nestled in, didn’t want to draw attention to the way he was thickening in his swim shorts, heavy where he was trapped against the hard planes of George’s body. He wanted to stay lost in George’s mouth forever, anything else was too much effort.

George pulled back, mouth slick and swollen, Matty was sure his own lips looked the same. He let out a soft grumbling sound, unamused that George was no longer kissing him within an inch of his life. 

“You should put some sunscreen on your chest,” said George, looking down at Matty, his weight settled over his hips, effectively pinning him to the sand. “You’re looking a little pink.”

“I’m fine,” Matty said, blinking up at George, if George wasn’t going to kiss him, wasn’t going to grind against him, he wanted a cold beer and then to go back to his nap. He was thirty four years old, he wasn’t as desperate for physical attention as he had been in his youth. 

George raked a nail across Matty’s chest, making him gasp with pain while a shiver of arousal worked its way down his back as he struggled to keep his hips from bucking up involuntarily. Maybe he wasn’t as immune to the physical aspect as he had thought. George just smirked, clearly feeling like he had won. He reached over Matty’s shoulder to the backpack that was nestled in the sand by his head, containing their phones and wallets for safe keeping. 

George pulled out a bottle of sunscreen, and poured a generous amount of the thick creamy white lotion into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, distributing the lotion, before placing a hand on either side of Matty’s neck, causing him to take a shuddering breath as he dragged his hands across the column of his throat bringing them together and down over the bump of his clavicle. George’s smirk grew as he massaged the lotion into Matty’s chest, taking care to work it into the ink of his tattoo, skimming his nipples and tickling his sides. Matty was breathing heavily now, trying to seem unaffected even as George purposely shifted his weight, and dug his fingers into Matty’s flank trying to get him wound up, trying to get him to break first. He wished he hadn’t slept through George reapplying sunscreen to his back.

Matty couldn’t take the teasing anymore, he reached up and wrapped a hand around the back of George’s neck, tugging him back down for a kiss, grinding his hips up against George’s own. He could feel George rock hard and leaking against his stomach, the fact that they were rutting against each other like teenagers making his stomach tingle.  

“You awake now?” George asked cheekily, as they panted, breathing into each other's mouths.

Matty didn’t even bother giving him a response.

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #prompt fill #drabble #kiss prompts #gatty #matty x george #matty healy rpf #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 rpf #george daniel rpf #george daniel fanfiction #I hope this is what you were looking for!! #i had this idea of matty falling asleep on the beach #and then i saw the pictures of them in the water #and was like whelp thats 100% happening #but imagine they're somewhere a little more tropical #a little more .... likely to be sunburnt

[asphodelity]

#festerlust #oh she's POSTING posting