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@fcknsunshine
“Strong sweet tea is the best kind of tea. You can’t trust people who have weak tea, they’re monsters.”
“never heard something truer than that, lass,” sunny grinned, stirring sugar into both their cups; “weak tea is for the weak of heart,” she chuckled.
“Worse? What could be worse?” She raised a brow, curious. “I am indeed, can’t really help myself. Gets me into trouble sometimes, but hey, I like being trouble.” Quinn winked, “I’m half naked quite a bit, not the biggest fan of clothes, most of the time. I’m from Queensland, Australia.”
“trouble’s me middle name, lass,” she grinned, dipping her toes in the water to test the temperature; “i don’t like pants, half the time i’m wandering around in my underwear because, well fuck why not?” she tied her hair up in a loose bun; “well, nice to meet you aussie; you coming in or not?” she dived into the pool, enjoying the splash of the water over her. “the water is canny nice, love.”
“Apparently not. But, I do sleep talk — so don’t be too terrified if you hear mumbling at three in the morning.” Emi mirrored her roommate’s smile, grabbing her own wallet and heading them out of the room. “Chichadjin? Never heard that before. I like it.” She pointed out honestly, before replying: “Officially, I’m Emilia Dayhia. But I tend to stick to Emi.” The journalist laughed, before pointing a finger towards Sunny. “Yeah, back at’cha.”
“guess i’ll just make sure that i don’t call an exorcist if i hear you babbling,” she snorted, following her out of the room and then the house as they headed down the street to hunt the food that she was suddenly craving. “apparently it’s armenian or sommat, my parents were kind of hippies, i think they changed their actual last name or some shit. nice to actually meet you, you seem alreet.” sunny paused lifted a smoke to her lips, lighting it and continuing to walk; “so, what’s brought you to the gay house anyway?”
“ — Mmh?” She arched a full brow, a teasing expression lingering on her features. “Make it two, and we’ve gotta deal.”
“two then, i’m gonna treat you to a quick fuck, lass. it’s my favourite shot and it goes down like water. lemme go put some actual clothes on and then we can crack on, ya?”
“Is she using you for drugs too? That’s all she wants, and we’re the idiots who think we’re saving her. She’s a junkie and a liar, and -”
“Damn, the lass thing threw me off. I always get it from the Irish, or Scots, more than the English. I apologize.” She blushed a bit, pushing down her glasses to take her in, “oh, I doubt most of us would complain. Perk of an all female house. I know I certainly wouldn’t complain.”
“don’t stress, pet. i’ve heard worse before,” sunny took a seat down beside her, stretching her arms above her with a loud exhale; “you’re quite flirty, aren’t ya, lass?” sunny grinned, letting her eyes rove ; because why not, really? “being in a house full of gorgeous women is a plus, especially half naked women, like yourself. where are you from, anyway? can’t peg the accent.”
“That’s probably a good thing, darling. I’ve been on a night out or two in Newcastle. Never ended all that well.” The taller girl said with a smirk on her lips, knowing that for her it always ended up in her punched someone’s lights out. “Yeah, I’ll join you, darling. How are you finding New York?”
“newcastle is crazy, being out on the tyne is mental like, but i prefer it to bristol. everyone is hilarious when they’re getting out on the piss in newcastle,” she said with a shrug, and then headed up to the roof, daz following behind as she continued; “new york’s alreet, i’ve been here before when i was on the show a year ago, try’na track down some new hangouts though, everyone around here seems to seem pretty uppity, like. are you enjoying it?”
Quinn looked up, heart-shaped Harley glasses covering her eyes, “afternoon, love. Adore the accent. Irish?” She raised a brow, really hoping she was right, since she knew the pains of people getting it wrong. Nothing worse than an Aussie being mistaken for a Kiwi. “You put clothes on for me? Not sure how much of a compliment that is, considering how scantily clad I am. But you do look gorgeous.”
“yer lucky you’re a stunner, lass,” she chuckled, pulling off her shirt to reveal her bikini top, “england, newcastle most recently.” she grinned, wiggling out of her shorts, “and yes i did, but that’s only because i can’t be walking around the house naked, can i? but now we’re on the same wavelength in terms of semi-nudity.”
“Well I’m definitely getting a fucking Geordie accent off you, love.” Daz said as she sipped at her tea, appreciating a good cup that she didn’t have to make herself. “Sunny? Well fuck me, that was fucking close. I’m Daz. Londoner. Though to be fair because of this place I feel like I’m from everywhere.”
“i’m like a sponge, lass. newcastle is thick with that accent, and so was half the crew i was with in bristol. not to mention when i travelled around london, i just sucked it all up. i’m not as fucking crackers as those kids from geordie though and fuck the spray tan, i’m no oompa loompa.” she laughed a little, unable to help it; “and this place is like the mecca for all nationalities, like. i’m heading up to the roof for a smoke, you wanna join?”
“afternoon, lass,” sunny said, crossing barefoot towards the pool and approaching the other woman, “nice to see you in the flesh, love. i even put clothes on for ya.” ( @kissaquinn )
“Cheers.” Daz said as she took the mug happily. Not many people appreciated tea the way she did and all those who did, she’d taught them to. “You’ve got that right, sunshine. What’s your story?”
“s’alright,” she bent down to grab a biscuit, dunk it in her tea and took a bite, “bristol born, here a year ago, then went and lived in newcastle for a while, now back again. the place is sound, like. and the name’s sunny, so you were close with the sunshine comment.”
@sciencesiren: It's that tan you get from wearing t-shirts in the summer. So most of the arm is tanned, but the shoulder and stuff isn't. It's horrible. Company is always lovely.
@fcknsunshine: best get your kit off then, lass. i'll see you down at the pool in a few :)