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ah pretty happy with the results! i was actually named after natalie portman so
tags: @dickology64 @fucking-greywater @soulwillower @babymakemeearnit
google your name + your favorite color + “aesthetic” and the first four (noncollage) photos make up your moodboard
I was tagged by @thegetawaywriter 💙
Tagging: @xbuchananbarnes @anjali750 @fentybucky
Please reblog this if you believe that people under the age of 18 still need to have privacy and being a minor does not invalidate their feelings/need to have a safe space.
“Why did we decided to spend quarantine together?? - Stan”
+ Cookie about to commit cannibalism
CHARACTER FACIAL EXPRESSIONS (WRITING REFERENCE)
EYES/BROWS
his eyes widened
her eyes went round
her eyelids drooped
his eyes narrowed
his eyes lit up
his eyes darted
he squinted
she blinked
her eyes twinkled
his eyes gleamed
her eyes sparkled
his eyes flashed
his eyes glinted
his eyes burned with…
her eyes blazed with…
her eyes sparked with…
her eyes flickered with…
_____ glowed in his eyes
the corners of his eyes crinkled
she rolled her eyes
he looked heavenward
she glanced up to the ceiling
she winked
tears filled her eyes
his eyes welled up
her eyes swam with tears
his eyes flooded with tears
her eyes were wet
his eyes glistened
tears shimmered in her eyes
tears shone in his eyes
her eyes were glossy
he was fighting back tears
tears ran down her cheeks
his eyes closed
she squeezed her eyes shut
he shut his eyes
his lashes fluttered
she batted her lashes
his brows knitted
her forehead creased
his forehead furrowed
her forehead puckered
a line appeared between her brows
his brows drew together
her brows snapped together
his eyebrows rose
she raised a brow
he lifted an eyebrow
his eyebrows waggled
she gave him a once-over
he sized her up
her eyes bored into him
she took in the sight of…
he glared
she peered
he gazed
she glanced
he stared
she scrutinized
he studied
she gaped
he observed
she surveyed
he gawked
he leered
his pupils (were) dilated
her pupils were huge
his pupils flared
NOSE
her nose crinkled
his nose wrinkled
she sneered
his nostrils flared
she stuck her nose in the air
he sniffed
she sniffled
MOUTH
she smiled
he smirked
she grinned
he simpered
she beamed
her mouth curved into a smile
the corners of his mouth turned up
the corner of her mouth quirked up
a corner of his mouth lifted
his mouth twitched
he gave a half-smile
she gave a lopsided grin
his mouth twisted
he plastered a smile on his face
she forced a smile
he faked a smile
her smile faded
his smile slipped
he pursed his lips
she pouted
his mouth snapped shut
her mouth set in a hard line
he pressed his lips together
she bit her lip
he drew his lower lip between his teeth
she nibbled on her bottom lip
he chewed on his bottom lip
his jaw set
her jaw clenched
his jaw tightened
a muscle in her jaw twitched
he ground his jaw
he snarled/his lips drew back in a snarl
her mouth fell open
his jaw dropped
her jaw went slack
he gritted his teeth
she gnashed her teeth
her lower lip trembled
his lower lip quivered
SKIN
she paled
he blanched
she went white
the color drained out of his face
his face reddened
her cheeks turned pink
his face flushed
she blushed
he turned red
she turned scarlet
he turned crimson
a flush crept up her face
WHOLE FACE, ETC.
he screwed up his face
she scrunched up her face
he grimaced
she winced
she gave him a dirty look
he frowned
she scowled
he glowered
her whole face lit up
she brightened
his face went blank
her face contorted
his face twisted
her expression closed up
his expression dulled
her expression hardened
she went poker-faced
a vein popped out in his neck
awe transformed his face
fear crossed her face
sadness clouded his features
terror overtook his face
recognition dawned on her face
SOURCE
LETITIA WRIGHT 📷 British Vogue
Who knows about Sally Hemings?
She was Thomas Jefferson's slave.
Called his "mistress," but how can you be a mistress when you were a slave, a child, and could not consent? Had absolutely no choice?
She bore him 6, perhaps as many as 8 children. He kept her locked in a basement room.
The room was recently unearthed, and DNA evidence has proven the lineage of Sally's children.
She was beteeen 12 and 14 years old when he started raping her, and Jefferson was in his forties. He freed the children that he had with her, but not Sally. Her daughter had to free her mother after Jefferson passed away.
This is not taught in schools. This side of history. We are supposed to consider the founding fathers as great men, fighting for justice and freedom, guided by God... when they are evil men. Selfish men who did nothing, save that it was for their own aggrandisement, personal benefit, and financial gain.
I would also like to add that Sally was Jefferson's dead wife's half sister. Sally's mother was raped by her owner, who was Martha (wife of Thomas) Jefferson's father.
These people left a legacy.
A legacy of entitlement under the most criminal of circumstances, and White Supremacist beliefs which pervade U.S. Society and Culture, to this very day.
Calling a canon bisexual woman a lesbian becuase she has a female love interest or is in a wlw relationship is bisexual erasure and biphobic!!!!
vulnerable
Pairing ➳ richie tozier x reader
Warnings ➳ fluff.
I didn’t know what to name this! Also, this was requested by @good-doctor-imagine so thank her!
“Don’t you trust me?” Richie asked (y/n), bringing a small note titled ‘peace offering’ with him as he sat beside her in one of the classes they shared, “Like, at all?”
She just stared ahead at the board, and the teacher hadn’t even been in the class yet. Richie had been trying to grab (y/n)’s attention for quite a long time now, but all she did was ignore him. He looked down, defeated once again.
But he wouldn’t stop trying.
He saw her sitting in the library with one of her favourite books in hand. She was so immersed in reading that she never realised when Richie sat on the chair across her and cleared his throat, startling her.
Her eyes met his for a moment before looking away and he could bet that he saw her face turn a faint red as she blushed.
“Hey,” he smiled. She looked down in her book, not exchanging the greeting, “Have you ever been to the Arcade? It’s the best place in this shit town. Maybe I can take you there if you want?”
“Why are you trying so hard?” She finally asked in a dull voice, but Richie found it very sweet. He could listen to her voice all day, not that he would tell anyone that.
“What do you mean?”
(Y/n) sighed, searching for the right answer to give him, “Look, you’re a nice guy. But I don’t think you’ve heard the rumours that go around the school about me because if you did-”
“I’ve heard.” He confirmed, cutting her off in the process, “But like you said, they’re rumours, and I don’t believe them. You should just tell them to fuck off.”
Richie shrugged and in the first time, he saw her trying to conjure emotions. A smile. (Y/n) smiled at him softly, it was a hardly visible smile, but it was there, “Nobody cares about my opinions.”
“I care about you” Richie suggested and she blushed, smiling wider this time.
After that, (y/n) had agreed to go to the arcade with him, to the movies, to get ice-cream, sometimes even to the losers club’s meetings. And even though she was still getting used to all the attention, she loved spending time with Richie, and vice-versa.
And that is why his heart broke when he saw her crying her eyes out.
“Hey, what happened (y/n)?” He asked, sitting on his knees to reach a comforting hand to her shoulder. He waited for her to calm down. She just shook her head and laughed it off dryly.
“It’s nothing important.”
“It is, to me.”
Her eyes softened as she looked over at him and simply replied, “Just a bad day at school. People talking things behind my back is all.”
“(Y/n) I told you to tell them to fuck off, and if you won’t, then I will.” She gave him a weak smile and a shake of head
“I know I shouldn’t care about them, but I just can’t stop thinking that you will leave me one day because of-”
She were suddenly caught off guard by a soft sensation of his lips on hers, moving in synch as butterflies filled her stomach and her cheeks burned, but it felt so good
“I fell in love with you, not them.”
“Y-you love me?” She was very surprised you hear those words from him in such a short span of a few weeks. But she couldn’t wait for the day she returned them to him.
“I do.” He nodded and leaned in for another kiss.
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I don’t know who to tag so let me tag some of my favourite richie tozier writers: @good-doctor-imagine @letmewriteyoustuff @just-jordie-things @strangerev @asthmaticeddie @multi-parker
Reblog with whatever tag first shows up when you type "I just want".
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yall 😭
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every single person who reblogs this
every
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*jokes about making out with you until it actually happens*
please work bro.
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
Why the fuck doesn't this fandom talk about Beverly literally rocking her shitty abusive husband's shit when he didn't want to let her go? Like y'all that was fucking awesome and no one talks about it, she beat him with a belt and threw a dresser on him like a savage
everything that’s happened from january to july feels like that scene from spiderman: homecoming when peter’s stuck in the security containment in DC and he says “hey, how long we’ve been here” and karen replies, “37 minutes”
any mention of black lives matter has disappeared off my dashboard so i thought y'all might want to know that police stormed a peaceful vigil in memory of elijah mcclain, attacking mourners with pepper spray. families were there. children were affected. this movement isnt over just because it's no longer trendy.
important!
I haven’t seen this on here so I thought I might share:
There isn’t a petition for this yet (as far as I know) but sign the #JunkTerrorBillNow petition
ICE made a decision to order all international students whose universities are online to leave the country or risk facing immigration consequences and getting deported which essentially means that students will have to decide between leaving the US or risk their health. many countries don’t even have their borders open and some people may not even have places to go so please sign this petition which requests that international students get the option to finish their degrees and remain in the USA
You can be anything. Representation Matters
sweet creature (eddie kaspbrak)
request: omg hi i’m in such a soft mood recently so literally just any soft fic/hc with any of the losers would make my day ily thank u
warnings: none!! short n sweet n fluffy :-)
[losers&reader are 16+ here]
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a love untouched
really underrated and powerful part of Richie’s character is this excerpt from the book:
“…he saw a boy who wore glasses, a thin boy with a pale face that had somehow seemed to scream ‘Hit me! Go on and hit me!’ in some mysterious way to every passing bully. ‘Here’s my lips! Mash them back against my teeth! Here’s my nose! Bloody it for sure and break it if you can! Box an ear so it swells up like a cauliflower! Split an eyebrow! Here’s my chin, go for the knockout button! Here are my eyes, so blue and so magnified behind these hateful, hateful glasses, these horn-rimmed specs on bow of which is held on with adhesive tape. Break the specs! Drive a shard of glass into one of these eyes and close it forever! What the hell!’“
i dont know why but it just hits me its so… powerful? like he just sort of, hates himself and hates how he cant keep his mouth shut? thats the vibes im getting here - and how he almost blames himself for everything and thinks he deserves to be punished for just, being himself.
this excerpt coupled with:
“He was vaguely aware that he was doing one of his Voices - not a strange and outrageous one, like those he sometimes did on the radio, but a warm, rich, confident Voice. An I’m-All-Right Voice. It sounded great, but it was a lie. Just like all the other Voices were lies.”
and:
“Now he had to go back to being himself, and that was hard - it got harder to do that every year. It was easier to be brave when you were someone else”
just wow it really says a lot about Richie
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