you probably think that you are better now

twenty candles, blow 'em out and open your eyes we were looking forward to the rest of our lives

[annawintcur-a]

so i am currently in the processing of creating a new blog for this account, i got too attached to it and having it be a sideblog just ain’t cutting it. i’ll prob post all my replies on that account. it’s all ugly and wip rn so just... don’t mind all that kthanks

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Sydney Sweeney in Halsey’s Music Video: Graveyard (2019)

[bleedingpinkheart]

what if 😳😳 you do euphoria inspired glittery eye makeup on me ✨👁👄👁✨while i’m laying on my bed and you’re straddling my waist 🙈👀(and we’re both girls) 👩‍❤️‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕

[thickdickgrayson]

sydney park as norah hazelton in lifeline season 1

[annawintcur-a]

bcdguys‌:

freja smiled proudly, enjoying the encouragement from the other and as she watched her reck the guitar even more her smile widened, “that was pretty epic, al, i’m definitely never gonna mess with you,” she teased playfully, wiggling her brows before her eyes scanned around to pick what to go for next. “how about the drums? they’re easy to slice, or i can kick them in, would take a little effort but could be fun.” she suggested walking over to the drum kit slowly, thinking about what to do.

a lopsided smile shined from alex’s features as she pushed back strands of hair that had gotten in her face from all the jumping. she shrugged her shoulders during her response, “what can i say- if you hurt me, i’ll hurt you back where it’ll hurt most.” totally vindicated, but alex believed that her actions were justified. one night of chaos certainly did help in mending a broken heart in alex’s world. at freja’s predicament, she followed behind her, kicking away microphones and their stands to show off the giant bass drum with the band’s logo on it. alex made sure to take one giant step back, giving the other girl all the space that she needed. “fuck it up, freja.” alex encouraged, starting to feel like a proud mother as well as powerful with the kind of influence she was able to be. “do whatever feels right to you.”

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feminince‌:

gia hated the way he spoke to her in front of his friends. it was never that bad when it was just the two of them ( though he had his moments ), but when he got around his friends, it was like he had something to prove by the way he put her down. she just shrugged off his comment about what a mess the living room was, blurted out to her the moment she walked in the door from work. they’d made it that way, not her. he muttered something about what she was wearing, but she rolled her eyes back at him, ignoring it the best she could. with a breath, she just came over, grabbed a few dishes from the coffee table in front of them and slipped back into the kitchen. all she wanted was a peaceful night. she heard one of his friends sticking up for her, just smiling softly at the other girl when she appeared in the kitchen. “oh ─ oh no, you’re fine.” she shook her head quickly. “you don’t have to help. i can get it, really.” 

lennon took gia’s protest with a grain of a salt and, on lennon’s own accord, still crossed the length of the kitchen to stand in front of the sink. “i was never quite good at doing as i’m told,” she said with a small chuckle, turning on the water and grabbing the first utensil that she saw, “you cleaned the last time. and the time before that, and the time before that... it’s the least i could do.” a struggling college student who’s diet consisted of whatever could be made in a microwave didn’t have much experience with washing dishes. she didn’t have chores as a kid, either. lennon could figure it out- just hold the object underneath running water until all the gross stuff disappeared, right? easy peasy. “get any exotic pets at work recently?” small talk was hardly lennon’s forte, but it was in that moment that lennon realized that she didn’t know all that much about gia. she knew what she did for a living and that was pretty much it- so lennon was running with the one fact that she knew of and hoped it drove enough of a conversation. “i’ve always wanted a boa constrictor for a pet, but i never knew if like, the thing had an issue, did i take it to a zoo or can i bring it to the same vet that put down paw diddy combs when i was eight? i’ve always wondered that.”

[annawintcur-a]

fcdedlcve‌:

a tired little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, when monroe spoke. “hi beautiful. i miss you.” even after a long shift, she was just glad to be home. of course sammy felt bad for not being able to spend any real quality time together with her girlfriend. it wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t like she was making her schedule the way it was. her workplace was short a bartender which meant she’d been taking on more shifts until they found someone else. which would hopefully be soon. she was coming home exhausted and drained more often than not and it was bound to affect their relationship somehow. she scrunched up her nose when monroe mentioned the smell of beer. her own nose had grown used to the smell that lingered on her clothes now – it came with the job. “sorry. i know, i gotta take a shower but ugh, that is so much effort that i don’t know if i have at the moment.” she just needed a few minutes to relax before dragging herself to the bathroom for a quick shower. “well they didn’t throw the drink directly at me… more like, at another customer but i was the unlucky bystander that got kinda splashed as well.” she explained, while her eyes closed for a short moment. she reached her hand to take her girlfriend’s and laced their fingers together. “how was your night? better than mine, i hope.” she asked, once her eyes fluttered open to gaze at monroe’s sleep deprived face that undoubtedly mirrored the expression on her own features.

monroe shook her head softly over the thought of people throwing their drinks at one another. such a low blow, she thought. “it smells like you got the most of it. probably drunk to the point where they could barely even aim right.” her shoulder shrugged a bare minimum amount when asked about her own night. what she really wanted to say was that she spent majority of it missing her girlfriend but that could easily lead to a fight that monroe wasn’t ready for. so, she kept it objective. for the betterment of their relationship (that was hanging on by a thread). “went to class. same old same old.” even though the hand holding was something so small it actually meant a lot for monroe. she had always been a very physical person and was drawn to people who were just as physical back. she’s the kind of person who’d stroke a stranger’s hair because she has no other clue on what to do with idle hands. even though it was another day for them not spent together, it did curb the animosity a bit. a small light bulb moment happened for monroe just then as she shifted in bed to get closer, bringing their conjoined hands to the front of her face. “do you want to clean up real quick and maybe fool around a little?” her eyebrow rose in anticipation, hoping the offer sounded too good to refuse. she kissed one of sammy’s knuckles before dragging her lips down the length of her finger until they reached the tip and her lips wrapped around it. whether it could be seen or not, monroe’s smile was subtle but devious at the same time. as always, monroe went with the one thing that she used when she didn’t know what else to do: sex. salacious behavior was already part of monroe’s dna, and was her answer to almost every thing she was faced with, especially when it came to relationships. most times it probably never helped a situation and instead only delayed the inevitable, but it was better than facing things head on for her. at least monroe knew she could fuck good, she wasn’t all that confident in talking her feelings out. “it’s been a minute...” monroe cooed out with her tone leaning in a more pleading direction.

[dailykehlani]

@visualsbyspazz: Kehlani for NYFW #spazzshotya

[annawintcur-a]

hi hello i’d like replies to THIS and THIS thank youuuu

[annawintcur-a]

lennon felt like an outcast inside her own group of friends. it was a crazy thought, and lennon wasn’t quite sure if she’s been feeling this way for a while now and was sober enough to realize it, or if it really was what was said that rubbed her the wrong way. she couldn’t even fake the funk; she instead responded by throwing a pillow at her best friend’s head. “you’re such a dick.” nothing malicious happens after that; lennon’s is greeted with the usual response of ‘takes one to know one’ as that’s been their kind of banter since they’ve met in high school. they’re suppose to laugh it off, brush it off, and move on. lennon couldn’t. instead, she announced that she was getting a drink and walked into the kitchen, subsequently following her best friend’s girlfriend. the two of them never really had much of a conversation with just the two of them so lennon really didn’t know where to begin. she hears the clanging of dishes and a light bulb goes off above her head. “do you need help with that?” she asked, nodding towards the sink. “i’ll wash, you’ll dry... that’s usually how that works, right?” / @feminince

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hvncycd‌:

maya grinned, head lolling against the pillow. “uh huh - we gonna get pretty ones? not for days, huh?” she asked absentmindedly, not planning on leaving their apartment any time soon. maya wanted to be run ragged, ruined just as much as the sheets would be. her hips were just setting a nice rhythm when robin pressed down on her back, and she pouted. “robin..” she whined, though they both knew maya loved the extra pressure, the unspoken reminder that robin was in charge of just what she would get and how hard. the feeling of her body being under robin’s control. her knees parted easily with robin’s nudging, and she spread just a bit more, showing her that she was paying attention, that she was following through. she didn’t need to worry about getting fucked the way she wanted - not when the pace picked up, harsh and unyielding, loud and delicious in the room. the slide of robin’s fingers against still damp paint was unlike nothing else, and she shivered when her hand pulled away - only to hiss when her hair was pulled. “oh-” she let out a deep groan, hips jerking in reaction to the gesture. maya was in heaven already, and she nodded, as much as she could with robin’s hand fisted in her hair. “i love it, i love when you take me like this - like you’re not scared to break me-” she whimpered, no longer moving her hips, taking what robin was giving her, the pace just on the right side of painful, spreading her open and slamming into her pussy. it made her eyelids flutter, her body trying in vain to meet robin’s thrusts. “so good, robin - your cock feels so good inside me - you’re so big-” robin always knew just how to work her, just how hard and fast she wanted it, when she was desperate to feel like she belonged to her. she wanted to play with her own nipples, or cheat and touch her clit, but the restraints kept her from shifting too much, and she just curled her hands around them as she squirmed. maya tilted her hips up a little, gasping on each slam into her, loving the way the mattress dipped underneath them. 

the idea that being fucked by robin would leave a lasting impression with maya - that every time she took a step and felt that ache she would be reminded on this pounding - turned robin on like crazy. it was easy to mark maya, to show to the rest of the world that she was taken, but this was like their own little secret, in a way. something shared between just the two of them. “you take it so good, baby. your pussy was made for this cock.” robin kept the slamming pace for a few extra moments before she began slowing down. she already knew, from before either of them found themselves in that position, that she wanted to draw this out for as long as she could. she planned to shift things around, to keep maya on her toes. to pull back just before she’s about to peak, to make the end result that more delicious. “it’s time to really stain these sheets,” robin said as she pulled herself out and found a grip on maya’s waist before turning her over. she’s consciousness about the restraints, not wanting it to be uncomfortable to the point where it’s unbearable, and makes sure her arms aren’t too twisted from the new position. “god, baby girl, you’re so perfect. look at you.” from her harden nipples to her swollen pussy lips, robin had to take a moment to admire it all; her mouth literally watering at the sight. she could tell that maya was desperate to be touched in either place, but the moment of admiration didn’t mean she’d given into such desire just yet. robin got rid of the pillow that was underneath maya and pulled the girl in closer after grabbing the back of her knees, smirking at the sound of the head board creaking from the restriction of the restraints. robin lined the toy up at maya’s entrance yet again and carefully pushed herself inside until the other was full yet again. “fuck yourself,” she commanded with a change of demeanor of her tone - it was more demanding than sweet, “i want to watch you.” robin leaned back on her hands, enabling more space for the other. she wanted to watch those hips squirm before pinning them back down and drilling into her sweet girl once more.

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intvrnicivus‌:

          SHE POUTED just a smidge when he told her to shut up quietly, but the pout soon faded into a smile when he began to play along and act. she tried not to think too much about his hand touching the bare skin of her knee and instead chose to try and think about anything that might kill the mood, but not overly so: insects, avocados, her new outfit… anything to keep her mind off how… good this felt. maybe she was just thinking this because she hadn’t had a man touch her in… well, since her boyfriend dumped her actually. it had been a long while and she forgot all about it until right now. “i’ll gas you up on instagram or something. i’m not going to be the obnoxious girl giggling and talking loudly about how amazing you are in public. i do have some class,” she sniffed, a bit of a haughty look to her face before it melted away into her usual teasing smirk. again, she was suddenly aware of how… close they were to each other and she had to keep telling herself to calm down and stop acting like a schoolgirl with how she reacted with his touch and close proximity to her. she moved closer to him, trying to fight against the urge to shiver when she could feel his lips grazing the skin of her neck. unable to help herself, a soft sigh escaped her lips and he didn’t need to tell her twice before her hand crept under his shirt and clutched at his necklace tightly as he kept kissing her neck. eyes fluttered shut and she couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her. “wow… you’re really good at this,” she whispered. 

"uh huh. when you get on that, make sure you’re using a lot of heart eyes emojis. those are my favorite.” by that point, cory was just talking just to talk. because if his mouth wasn’t occupied with words, it could easily be busied doing something else. something that could get him in trouble- even though, technically, what the two of them were doing wasn’t wrong, he was used to being at fault with every situation he had gotten himself into. however, by a certain point, cory did want to keep his lips busied with a particular action. he quite like the soft sighs that were coming out of tatiana’s mouth when his lips dragged across her neck. “if i didn’t know any better, tati, i’d think you were actually enjoying this.” with the girl’s pull it only brought cory’s head in closer, and the space between their faces became even more thinner as their foreheads touched. his breathing’s a bit uneven because, truthfully, he was feeling some type of way with what they’ve done with themselves so far. he bit his lower lip lightly, trying to find her eyes with his own. “tell me what to do next.” although cory was never one to follow rules or direction, this was tatiana’s idea after all, and - if he was reading all the signs correctly - he was ready to do exactly what she asked of him. 

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feminince‌:

it was so easy for violet to melt into drew, the warmth of her body against hers suddenly one of the most familiar comforts in the world. it had been a few long months of their back and forth, and all of the hiding had been so exhausting. in that moment, being in the other girl’s arms, it was so easy to imagine coming out to her parents. this felt right. everything else could take a backseat. but she knew it was easier said than done — that the moment she faced her father again and opened her mouth to say something … anything about who she was, the words would get stuck in the back of her throat. “that won’t ever happen,” she reassured her. she rolled over so she was practically on top of the other girl, lying on her stomach and cupping drew’s face in her hands. “i’m yours. before anything else. don’t forget that,” she whispered, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “i never want to make you feel like i’m ashamed of you.” and then, with a breath. “i’m going to tell them. i am. i’m going to figure it out somehow.” she leaned in to kiss her softly before she could say anything else, but then drew’s confession hit her all too fast, and she sat up slightly in surprise. “you — you do?” she knew how stupid she sounded, but she laughed softly in disbelief. “i — i didn’t expect you to say it back like that,” she murmured, slowly melting into her side again, this time a warm feeling washing over her in waves. “i love you,” she said it again, just to taste it on her tongue, and she lifted her head to smile lazily at her, watching as her hand was led to the girl’s heart. she felt its drumming in her chest and laughed softly. “you’re so cheesy,” she teased, though she propped herself up with a hand so she could lead drew’s hand to her own chest, her heart going just as fast. “you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like this,” she whispered. she brushed the back of her knuckles over the girl’s cheek and smiled shyly at her. “i never imagined it would be you. but i’m so glad it was.”

so this was love, huh. drew had been such a pessimist towards the the emotion- even having gone so far to believe that it was something that she didn’t deserve to feel. well hey, dad, someone loves me more than they love drugs. and mom? you were wrong, i didn’t have to change a single thing about me for someone to like me. it felt very fairy tale ending-esque. guess drew was going to have to get used to having good things happening to her. most importantly, good things happening and staying. “yeah, babe, of course i do. good thing you said it first ‘cause i didn’t realize until you said it that’s exactly how i felt. i was ready to say i really, really like you for the rest of my life.” drew’s face twisted into small confusion before becoming humorous over violet’s reaction. hearing it being said again only confirmed that it was a phrase that drew would never get tired hearing of. her cheeks felt as if that were going to splice apart from how wide drew had been smiling, especially when violet made drew feel how hard her heart had been beating, too. “i can’t believe i fell for the preacher’s daughter and she got me all kinds of fucked up.” drew mused out loud - her reality feeling not even like it was real life for a moment, because if she had told her, all those months ago, how that one girl at that one party would that kind of person for her, drew would have laughed in your face. fate certainly had a sense of humor. drew turned her head to kiss the inside of violet’s wrist. “if you want me to be there with you, i can,” drew said as she moved her hand away from violet’s chest to gently caress through her dark locks instead, “when you tell your parents. i can be right there with you or outside waiting... whatever you want. it’s not something that you have to do alone.”

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bcdguys‌:

“damn, that’s pretty cold, now i get why we’re doing this.” she stated as her head nodded gently, freja knew people could be jerks but doing something like that was just pure evil, freja hadn’t really expected the girl to confess her reasons behind doing it, she was down for helping out but knowing the reason made what they were doing a lot more fun. “sounds like a good plan to me,” freja replied as she walked up to one of the guitars, picking it up and playing with the strings. the girl took the blade with a smirk, wasting no time in cutting the strings of the guitar making sure not to get hit by the strings in the process. “that answer your question?” the girl smirked, licking her lips as she threw the guitar down.

"that’s my girl!” alex watched freja was astonishment as she took the knife and clipped at the strings. as petty and destructive as the actions were, they were making alex feel a hell of a lot better. this was better than anything that therapy could handle. alex was thankful for having a friend like freja for understanding. “i think that’ll teach her some. save the next hopeless girl a lot less heartache.” with a grunt, alex jumped onto the guitar to cause even more damage. she doesn’t stop until she hears the neck snap- really putting those timberlands to use. there’s a pure look of triumph when alex stood up straight, pushing all her disheveled hair out of her face. she’s a bit out of breath but that didn’t exactly mean that she felt completely satisfied. the rush of adrenaline was telling her something else. “your turn,” alex nudged at freja’s arm, “what should we ruin next?”

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feminince‌:

“ain’t nothing on my shoulder,” daphne muttered under her breath, starting to regret ever initiating a conversation with the other girl. maybe she was paranoid, but she couldn’t help feeling like everyone in this town knew exactly who she was—who her mother was. she’d automatically assumed the same was true for the other girl, that she’d been judging her long before she’d even spoken. “that’s just bullshit. you can learn a lot about the book by its cover.” she shook her head. “especially when the bag it’s holding is worth more than someone’s college tuition,” she added, eyeing the purse in the girl’s hand. though she had a feeling she was joking about punching someone, daphne couldn’t stop the sarcastic laugh that came forward at the image of the other girl actually getting in a fight “sure.” she rolled her eyes. “it wasn’t a fair fight, anyway. it was two on one. and they got me from behind. they’re lucky i didn’t have my knife on me.” she bent one of her legs up and set her foot on the chair, chin resting on her knee and hoping the conversation was over. she didn’t flinch as the girl approached her, narrowing her eyes at the tissue in her hand and debating not even taking it from her. though she did, eventually, if not just to save her the awkward encounter. “don’t think i’ve ever even seen a diamond in real life.” she shrugged, dabbing at her lip and frowning at the tissue when it came away bloody. “shit,” she muttered, rolling her eyes at herself for letting them get anywhere near her mouth. she couldn’t afford losing a tooth. “no. it feels wonderful,” she quipped back sarcastically, glaring halfheartedly at her, though she did her best to stop herself when she saw the look on the other’s face — realizing her question had actually been serious. shrugging, she just sighed. “i’ve had worse.”

melanie could have ended the conversation right then and there. clearly, the other wanted nothing to do with her, and she, herself, wasn’t gaining much from it. and yet, all melanie wanted to prove was that she was a good fucking person even if proving that point felt similar to pulling teeth. she followed the other gaze and glanced down to the purse that hung from her arm. “it’s only birkin. having good taste doesn’t make you an evil person.” she was going to leave out the part that the bag was a gift, along with the other handful that she had at home, and that her concept for their actual worth was a bit skewed. if and when melanie actually went shopping on her own accord, she never looked at price tags, only grabbed and scanned and gave the black card she had been gifted. an eyebrow of mel’s suddenly pointed up, and she took the moment look around them to confirm that they were, indeed, the only two people in that room. “if that’s the case, then why are you in here and not them?” she then paused to snort. “if you had your knife on you, you’d be behind bars and i’d be missing out on this riveting conversation.” after the tissue was taken, mel slipped into the empty seat next to the blonde. closing even more distance between them, even the other had been nothing but judgmental and trying to come off as gruff, meant more to melanie than anything else. it was like proving that they didn’t scare her, or that seeing a little bit of blood and blacken eyes grossed her out. a small glare and pro-longed blink came from mel at the obviously sarcastic answer. okay, she did walk herself into that one. “well, you kind of look like shit, no offense, so i can only imagine how you’re feeling. here...” the brunette popped open her bag and dug inside of it for a few moments before pulling out a prescription bottle of painkillers. “my mom got these from a small surgery she had from a while back but she’s very ‘no pain, no gain’ and i figured she wouldn’t miss them. not the strongest but they get the job done. you can use them more than i can; i usually just take them when i’m being dragged out. it help controls the resting bitch face.”

[annawintcur-a]

hvncycd‌:

closed starter for @annawintcur based on this 

maya bit her tongue as she settled against robin’s thighs, a whimper escaping as she slid down. she loved being in robin’s lap any day, but it was even more appealing when she was in nothing but an oversized shirt, carefully lowered onto her girlfriend’s strap. every little shift and movement went right through her, and maya had to try hard to concentrate. there was no pressure to her clit, no relentless pounding to ease some of her arousal. maya was just filled and waiting, and she loved it just as much as she hated it. the night had barely even started and she was already throbbing, and maya wasn’t sure what she’d gotten herself into. just thinking about it made her wet, and the reality of it was even worse. she tried to distract herself. “what’s this movie about?” she breathed, leaning back against robin and trying not to sound too eager. it was difficult, especially when her voice broke with the effort. it was so hard not to be a brat and writhe in her lap, but she wasn’t about to break before anything even got started. “is it long?” the title screen hadn’t even come up yet. 

like 99% of the time, robin watched maya with pure wonder in her eyes. dark pupils faded with a feral kind of lust but what could robin say? maya had that kind of impact on her. she hummed out loud as the warmth of the other’s ass sat across robin’s lap, and she had let go of the base of the toy after it had filled them up. the idea had come to robin the last time the two of them had been on the couch watching a movie together. it’d been simmering in her head ever since, always just a bit nervous to bring anything new up with maya, even though more often than not she amused robin in her fantasies and kinks. that goes without saying that robin could handle just as much as she could dish- never wanting the other to feel like she was completely submissive in their relationship. if maya asked robin to get on all fours robin would do so without any questions. they’ve been with one another for so long and enough times at that point that they both knew what the other liked and robin was always intrigued with pushing the envelope that much further. “it’s a movie that always turns me on: cruel intentions.” robin casually answered as she rested one of her hands on the inside of maya’s thigh, fingers rubbing absentmindedly against the flesh. she can’t help but chuckle softly at the feeling of maya leaning her weight back against her. robin welcomed it, if only for a second, by tenderly kissing against the juncture where neck met neck. “i know you’ll be a good girl and sit very still for me. you can’t move. no matter how nicely you ask.” this was a test for robin as well since fucking maya was easily one of her favorite past times. offering the other girl a taste of what was to come, robin shifted in position to make her seating a bit more comfortable- throwing in a bit excessive hip action as the toy fucked inside her for a brief moment before stilling in it’s original place. “when i decide to fuck you, i want it to be like this dick was made to fuck your perfect, pretty little pussy. so stretched for me that i can go all night with you.” consciously, the hand that was on maya’s thigh moved farther up. and to think, the teasing had only just begun. “does that sound good to you, baby girl?”

[mccallofxduty]

HI HELLO MINI PSA: please know that whether you reply in an hour or in a week or even in a month and then some every time you keep one of our threads going it makes me smile. thank you for putting a little bit of your time and energy into writing with me. it’s honestly such a pleasure to rp with you.