#moonlitely

[sxmnus]

      : ̗̀➛ EVIE &. GIGI ✧.* 

      so perhaps it shouldn’t have been a huge surprise that she’d woken someone up from their slumber but the girl peering through the window didn’t have to say the rest of it. her initial feelings to having disturbed the wrong home primarily stemmed from guilt but now ( with the help of whatever she’d drank previously ) she was just visibly INSULTED. a scowl fell over her glossed-over features and she scoffed up at the girl, waving a dismissive hand towards her as she lolled her head a bit. ❝ the fuck do you know?? just because someone didn’t get their beauty sleep doesn’t mean it’s my fault. you look miserable, by the way, ❞ she added, gesturing over at the smeared mascara across the femme’s face. ❝ really classy. ❞ 

[slightwreck-blog]

@moonlitely

“mini, are you home? it’s me! i mean. it’s dylan.”

[kcwi]

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send me a 🌌 for random positivity about someone’s blog!

tbh i spend too much time gushin over the same people that KNOW i love their asses so i’m gonna come at this and tag some people that have followed me recently ooor that i’ve spoken to recently how bout dat ok !!

@sunkisseds –– soo we just started to finally get started plotting which is super fun tbh and i’m rly excited about what we’ve talked about !! from what you’ve told me about your muses so far they all seem super lovely tbh, and you’ve always been so friendly and willing to chat / plot which is always so nice when you’re just starting to chat w someone for the first time !! not to mention your blog is very Aesthetique™ and i luv the colours and your muse page !! 

@moonlitely –– wassup !! we have never spoken tbh and i think just recently became mutuals but i’ve deffo creeped your blog and read your writing and it’s so lovely ?? fuck me up ?? anyways HM yes you’re definitely someone i’m creepin’ from afar be sure of That One !

@kyukcn –– tbh im a fake bc i said i wasn’t gonna talk about the same people but.. i haven’t bragged about u in a while and i don’t like that so. idc what you say about ur blog and ur muses i LOVE THEM and i love our ships so much?? they are our actual children?? and what would i do without all the liam icons u make?? tbh nobody feels my appreciation for liam like u do and i adore you tbh thank you for being the mOST bomb friend 

[starlitely]

moonlitely replied to your post: whenever i look at @moonlitely‘s icon i just think...

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[sunliights]

a closed starter for @moonlitely​ based on this post featuring dahlia.

it was kind of awkward, the way dahlia’s fingers slid out from being laced with theirs to slide into her own pocket. the affection between them was second nature at this point but she knew the line had to be draw somewhere. between the kisses, the nights tumbling around between the sheets... somehow handholding was where she had to put her foot down. “i uh... do you want another drink?” she offered, as if that was reason enough to pull back from them. 

[silvcrflames]

@moonlitely​ liked for a starter // from maia power based

          they were sharing a bed because it was cold and how could one possibly let the other sleep on the couch when the bed was more than big enough for the two of them? any excuse and far from the truth. but it certainly felt like more when their hands touch, fingers laced beneath the sheets as she woke up as close to them as she was when she fell asleep.  “ morning. ”  she whispered lazily, shifting closer to hold onto the warmth they offered before either had to leave the bed.

[starlitely]

@moonlitely​

          men always make her feel so uncomfortable. she squirms next to them, blush in full bloom, petals fallen on her chest and wilting in her cheeks. and they tease her that way, pinching at her until she's all rosied and red. 

oh, how they love spring, how they love flowers and rain and the newest of new life. oh, how they love her the most, the girl who brings it. and oh, how they love power they have over her, that tiniest bit of control over nature. they laugh and prod and poke and whisper and do and breathe into the shell of her ear and play with her hair and kiss at her knuckles (her neck and chest too). they just love to, they all do.

there's none worse than him right now. he's overwatering, drowning. pouring wealth into her lap and kissing it all back up. she's not quite sure how to take it, how to handle all of it, how it drips from the lobe of her pink ears and pools in pink collarbones and feels upon the tips of her pink fingers. all she can do is hold on, digging pink nails into tan skin.

"honey."

she knows why he does it, why he chose her of all of her friends. how she flutters under direct command, but some how commands it all the same. how weak she is when he tells her to stop and listen. honey prays to heaven, that angel will not be mad. that perhaps she feels more new testament than old. she prays for forgiveness, for she is weak under the gaze of man. a woman in an unfortunate place, with an unfortunate life, with rent that needs paying.