I Know I Already Yapped About This Yesterday But Can We Take A Minute To Appreciate This Photo??

Brittany Murphy red carpet looks (1999 - 2000)

✞ 666 ✞

you got me singing love songs ᝰ.ᐟ ᥫ᭡

wonder who's been stuffing all these poems in your locker .. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ | ponyboy curtis x gn ! reader

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after a tiring day of school, you were looking forward to two things and two things only-- the note that's slipped in your locker every day and getting home as soon as you can to read that note while you're wrapped up in your blanket, giggling and twirling your hair between your fingers.

as you make your way over to you locker, you catch a glimpse of a boy in the corner of your eye, seeming to be heading in the same direction. his hair is a shade of cedar brown, long in the back and shorter in the front. there's a slight gloss in his hair-- greasy, but not to the point where you can see your reflection through his locks. his eyes are a shade of greyish-green that immediately reminds you of the crisp autumn fog. he looks a bit nervous-- with his eyes darting around his surroundings and the way he twiddles with his hoodie strings, you'd think he was a deer in the headlights. he was quite cute, too. the kind of face that you want to plant a thousand kisses on while cupping their cheeks.

you decide to stop for a moment, see what he's up to that's got him so jittery. you rush towards the nearest pillar at an attempt to conceal yourself. just as you peer over the pillar, the boy slips a piece of folded paper into the slit of your locker. he stuffs his hands into his pockets, walking away with an attitude that looks indifferent on the surface, but is extremely tense beneath that façade. you could feel the heat from the red washing over your cheeks radiating and you can't help but grin as if you'd just won the lottery.

'you got me singing love songs, love songs' .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

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but mama, i'm in love with a criminal

and this type of love isn't rational, it's physical

realest shit

I hate having my period i just want to rip my whole pussy out

USSR-made portable radio receivers from 1960s and 1980s (via thngs)

tsukishima will deny it, but he has the nastiest senpai kink.

you stay late to help him work through some serving drills. he’s being snarkier than usual, all glowering and moody in a way that both pisses you off and excites you, because all you wanna do is rile him up more just to see what he does when he snaps. when he’s finished, he orders you to put the balls away like you aren’t already doing him a favor in staying behind.

“straight away, senpai,” you drawl, offering a little mock salute that makes the muscle in his jaw tick. “anything for you.”

you wheel away the ball cart with a swish in your hips, and yep, before you have time to think, he’s crowding you into the storage closet, pawing at your hips with a desperation that makes your stomach clench. he grabs your thighs and pins you against the wall with his hips, the obvious length of his erection jutting into your belly.

he shoves two taped and calloused fingers into your mouth and tells you to be quiet, eyes gleaming in the dark.

“do what your senpai says, huh? think you can manage that?”