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[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[sixpenceeeblog]

[dorian-mode-deactivated20240926]

It’s not just 11 years. An elephant never forgets.

[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[spn-fandom-breathing-heavily]

not even risking that shit

[codyslipring-deactivated2015060]

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

[tumblgang]

She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.

[skuubasally]

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

[luckytaters]

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

[saudadesinfinitas-deactivated20]

Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

[drayaintshit-deactivated2019030]

☝🏾😂

[callmedeku24]

Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button

[emeraldmercury]

Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her

[haiku-robot]

idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

[jacobmick]

Because wise, I am.

[seymonecristina]

Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys

[blackgirlart]

2 million people aren’t wrong

[kiiboi-v3-blog]

Zeroni sounds like a fancy kind of pasta :’) im so sorry

[theytrey]

Ooc/ I love this book and movie so much oh my god

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

This post was liked when it appeared on my dash, so I know I’ve reblogged, but I’m not about to mess with her!

Also, these poor youths who have no idea 😭

[kyonite]

this is the perfect grade of good luck

reblog in 5 seconds and all of your grades will inch ever closer to perfect

[luvsome1]

cant risk it srry

[anancientheart]

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

[anancientheart]

whenever i post this it works  reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet 

[persistence-ofmemories-deactiva]

Spaces V: Sign of the Times

A/N: hi. 

Word count: 12K

Summary: A new opportunity presents itself for Nova, and Ethan continues to wade in the waters of guilt.

(gif by @vintagedolan​ ❤️) 

On his first day as Co-Director/Executive Producer on his first short film, Ethan Dolan stepped onto the set wearing checkered slacks, a plain white t-shirt tucked in with a shiny belt buckle, and a violet colored baseball cap that his wife had gifted him that very morning, his role of director embroidered right across the panels. He’d laughed when he opened the box it came in, thanked her with a kiss, and realized just how much of a heartfelt gift it was when she ushered him to turn it around to point at the small initials embroidered right above the strap. Each of their children’s initials, and theirs, lining the curve of the opening. 

“So you can take us on set with you,” she’d said with a smile. “And in case Gray tries to steal it and say it’s his. I think Mia got him one too.” 

He was wearing it the first night that he was working late on set, and she’d gone to visit him. She found him hunched over his computer, playing back footage, referencing his notes and screenplay, face stern and concentrated, shaded by the brim of his hat. When she set down a paper bag of takeout, he looked up and his eyes changed. He grinned. “Hey.” 

“Surprise,” Nova smiled. She came around the desk, where he pushed back in his chair to give her access to plop down right in his lap. Her arms went around his neck, and her lips blanketed his, quieting all the stress running in his mind. 

Ethan hummed, his hand sliding along her thigh. “The boys?” 

“All fast asleep and under the care of your amazing mother.” Nova played with the wisps of hair coming out the bottom of the cap. 

Ethan kissed her wrist. “And our girl?” 

Nova smiled. They both looked down between them, where Ethan’s fingers brushed against her swollen belly that held their youngest child. “Oh, she’s doing fine. Just hungry,” she stood up to distribute their dinner, and then peered over his shoulder as they ate. “What are you working on?” 

“Reviewing some footage … trying to figure out the rest of the schedule,” he huffed. “Looks like we’re gonna fall behind.” 

Nova pouted at the look on his face. “Well, hey, it’s your first big film right? It’s a learning process.” 

“Yeah, you’re right.” Ethan rubbed his eyes, and then sat back in his chair to call it a night. 

Nova pressed a tender kiss to his head, smiling at him. “You’ve got this, E. I respect all the shit you have to think about when you’re a director. Honestly, I don’t think I could ever do it.” 

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[hman]

“…Trump’s star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame was destroyed early Wednesday morning in what looks to be a Tinseltown first.”

[paleo-punk]

Blessed Image

[kimidakewooooo]

reblog in less than 30 seconds for good luck

[deejay]

Reblog if you need this energy

[serotoninsuggestion]

an author i love just tweeted about how “big joy and small joy are the same” and how she was just as content the other night eating chocolate and cuddling her dog as she was on her Big Trip to new york and honestly. i think that’s it. this morning i was listening to an audiobook while baking shortbread in my joggers and i realised i really didn’t care what Big Things happened in my future as long as i could keep baking and reading at the weekend and maybe that is the kind of bar we have to set to guard ourselves against disappointment. just appreciate and cherish the mundane stuff and see everything else as a bonus.

[serotoninsuggestion]

found it - she was replying to this thread that starts “unpopular opinion: i don’t think your life has to have a purpose, or you a grand ambition; i think it’s okay to just wander through life finding interesting things until you die” and i for one think that’s fucking brilliant

[persistence-ofmemories-deactiva]

I can so see Graysons girl best friend in uni and he’s just ranting about his hookups not texting him back and she’s just like ‘Grayson you’re handsome find someone else if you’ll excuse me I have a thesis to write’

As much as you love Grayson Dolan-- and you’ll never admit to yourself just how deep your love goes, let alone him or anyone else-- there’s just certain moments in your life where you could do without him. 

Those, of course, are his favorite moments to decide to turn up. Like now, where he’s confident in your habit of leaving your dorm’s door unlocked after 3 pm on Thursdays since he’s got Sociology in the building next door. You just have to hear the violent way that the door bursts open, and hear that familiar huff from your asthmatic best friend who has no idea how to measure his strength, to know that any hope you had of outlining your paper for your honors thesis was out the window. 

And yet, you persevere. Sometimes, when he’s sleep-deprived enough, and the line at starbucks is too long, he just comes over to nap. And those days are easy. His big ass body just throwing himself on your bed, a mumbled out ‘hey’ and suddenly: he’s snoring. You wish for that now as you listen to his heavy footsteps, but it’s suddenly ruled out. 

Grayson pauses by the chair next to your desk-- Ethan calls it the witness stand, considering how much gets exposed by anyone who sits in it. Your backpack is currently engulfed in the soft plush of your blanket and the clothes you were wearing this morning for class before coming home to don your usual sweatpants. Without a word, Grayson moves everything to the floor and turns to plop down. You know you’re in for it when you glance up and see him turn the brim of his baseball cap to the back of his head. 

“Bro,” he finally says, tilting his phone towards you. You don’t even need to glance down. he’s got a new girl on there every other day, it seems like. “You know Jasmine, from stats? She gave me an asthma attack last night.” 

Up until this point, you were unamused. Any mental picture of the man you were secretly in love with in bed with another woman sent your blood boiling. But the mental picture of him wheezing and needing his inhaler mid-thrust is funny enough to have you breaking character. You look at him. He hasn’t shaved in a few days-- insisting on growing back his mustache from last December that apparently got him more ass than ever. He hasn’t gotten a haircut either, wisps of brown waves peeking out from under his hat. That dazzling smile that makes you melt, those big hazel eyes that look way more innocent than he actually is. He’s giving you this dopey smirk, his eyebrows thick and arched over his eyes, waiting for your laugh. You give it to him, shaking your head. “Gray-- how?” 

“Listen, I don’t say this often, but I think she might have been the best sex of my life. I’m rotating her right to the top.” 

“Shit, above Lizzie?” 

“Yo, fuck Lizzie, bro. She’s dating Omar now.” 

“Omar, the guy that introduced you guys at Drew’s party?” 

“Yeah.” 

“What the fuck-- does he know?” 

“I literally gave him a play by play. All his moves? Are my moves.” He rolls his eyes. “she was top tier, bro.” 

“if only you were willing to offer her as much stability and commitment as Omar,” you click your tongue, and he laughs, shaking his head. 

“Chill, chill,” he looks down at his phone, going serious for a second, and then groaning. “Jasmine’s busy tonight though. I think she’s ghosting me.” 

“Whatever shall you do?” you say, turning back to your computer. Grayson exhales, locking his phone and laying his head back against the chair, shimmying down until he’s at optimal comfort. You can feel his eyes on you, but choose to ignore it. You’ve been staring at the blank document of your paper’s outline for about five minutes. 

“Did you do something to your hair?” Grayson asks after a few minutes of silence. You glance at him, and then at the mirror on the wall by your desk. You’d retouched your roots last night, but it’s not something that most people really noticed. It’s not something Grayson ever noticed. 

Sitting up, you swivel around to face him, eyebrows cocked. “No.” 

He blinks innocent eyes at you, but his smile is up to no good. He holds his hands up. “What? You didn’t change your hair?” 

“Yes, I did. But I’m not doing whatever you’re trying to start. I have to get this paper done, and you’ve got a phone full of girls you can call.” 

He groans, dramatic, his knees swinging in front of him. He looks lazy, and cuddly, and giant, and cocky, and sexy. You shake your head. “Come on, the last time we did it was so good...” he smirks. “Probably better than Jasmine.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you lie, your cheeks burning. You recall very well just how good it was to fuck Grayson two weeks ago when his booty call didn’t pan out so you invited him over for a wine night. It was everything you’d ever expect from him, down to him getting dressed as soon as you were done. You thought about it nearly every second of every day, and how much you wouldn’t let it happen again, for the sake of your friendship. 

Your friendship that is now here: with Grayson horny, bored, and begging you for another go. 

“It’ll be quick. I’ll do that thing you like.” 

“I would like for you to exit my dorm and find someone else’s time to waste.” 

He frowns. “Why are you being like this?” 

“Grayson. You’re a handsome man. You’ve got plenty of people on this campus who want to fuck you. You don’t need to be this lazy, settling for me. Just go do you, so I can get my work done.” 

You pull him to his feet now. He’s heavy, but for the most part lets you push him out, slowly, his smile gone. He stops when you open the door, his eyes a lot softer. “You think I’m settling for you?” 

You look up at him. And for a moment, you almost fall for it. It’s hard not to, when he smells this good and looks even better and you already know he can use every asset he has. But you shake your head. “I’ll call you later. Bye.” 

You don't catch what he says when you close the door in his face, leaning against it with a heavy sigh, biting back the tears that catch you by surprise when they prick at your eyes. 

As much as you love Grayson Dolan, there’s just certain moments in your life where you could do without him. Like now, when you’re trying to concentrate on your work, but all you can think about is him, and how you’ll never truly have him. 

[jahmyaa]

[jahmyaa]

[jahmyaa]

[luna-flow]

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE 

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

[persistence-ofmemories-deactiva]

Spaces (E.D.)

Summary: Ethan and Nova were young. Everything. Young lovers, young parents, young-minded. That’s not to say they weren’t completely in love, but when it comes to reality, sometimes love just isn’t enough.

Word Count: 10.6K

A/N: well uhm. Yeah. Part 1.

(GIF made by the beautiful and endlessly talented @ethanhes​ )

For Nova Dolan, oxygen always tasted a little bit better when it was coming from between her husband’s lips. 

Even if right now, it’s laced with the sharp taste of tequila and lime from the margaritas that his brother has been so generously mixing for the last two hours. Nova isn’t sure exactly how many she had knocked back in her effort to stay sane among the dozens of teenagers running loose in her house, or how many Ethan had chugged in his effort to avoid her, but it had been enough to have them both cramped up in the guest bathroom mere feet from the party, limbs tangled, moans muffled, and hands slipping over marble.

Ethan’s lips are just as heavenly as she remembers. Soft, hot, assertive as they make their way down her neck, pausing only to suck small bruises into her skin. His hair is much shorter than it was when she had last been in this position, but she still finds strands long enough to pull, guiding his mouth back to hers. He’s her personal inhaler after what she realizes has been years of struggling to breathe. Every kiss another puff of life, reviving something she had no idea had been dead inside her, and she’s desperate for more. 

More of this, more of him. Of his hands sliding under her skirt and over her thighs, of his nose bumping against hers, of the song of his hums that seems to vibrate all the way down to her bones. 

Nova’s never been able to get enough of Ethan. Even after two years of dating, twelve years of marriage, and four kids, it always feels like her first time with him. 

Of course, she hasn’t touched him in over a year. 

That could have something to do with it. 

“Missed you so fuckin’ much …” 

Ethan’s voice is just barely above a whisper. Each kiss he presses to Nova’s lips is longer than the last, his tongue sliding against hers slow and sensual, almost as if this is the first and last time he’ll ever have her like this.

Nova doesn’t have the chance to respond, just barely yanking in a breath when a disruptive fist is coming down on the other side of the bathroom door, sending both of them into a frenzy to collect themselves. 

The cabinet under the sink has been broken since their youngest, Lily, ran straight into it during an unsupervised game of tag. The loose hinge has the cabinet door falling open, knocking Ethan right in the knee and sending him staggering back into the wall. Nova reaches for him with a gasp, and someone is pushing the bathroom door open now too— Ethan never fixed the loose lock on that either. 

“Goddamn fucking—“

Grayson’s head is popping in, eyes first landing on his twin brother holding his knee, and then whipping to the left where Nova’s sitting up on the counter, flushed and wide-eyed. 

No one is sober enough to handle this. 

“Holy—“ 

“Get out.” Ethan’s finger points towards the hallway. “Now.” 

“Ethan holy shit—“ 

“Get out right now, Grayson.”

Nova swallows, hopping down, adjusting her skirt, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I think I’m going to go.” 

“Holy shit, Nova,” Grayson repeats. 

“Grayson!” Now, Ethan’s lunging towards his twin just as Nova slips out into the hallway. Back to the party. Back to reality. 

Back to life without Ethan. 

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[pursuit-ofhappiness-deactivated]

If you haven’t already just read this 🥺 the you’ll understand how nobody compares

[persistence-ofmemories-deactiva]

Look at my child with nearly 600 notes 🥺 ugh

[sj0]

you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog

[hersheyhipster]

Couldn’t risk it.

[justjengie]

didn’t realize they change colors. now I know o gotta wish.

[pinayputa]

THIS SHIT IS REAL I GOT THE JOB I WAS NUTS ABOUT BC I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY maybe it’s a coinkidink but it okay just take the necessary steps to achieve what you’re wishing for and YOU CAN DO IT

[jahmyaa]

Blame this guy named tony for this ok😭

[jjmayybank]

fuck i hate these things