#nova tag

[brioche-oc-daily]

day 45

:3

pose from albanenechi

[elioangelic]

for @kittcatness

send me a photo for a mood board!

[oasisofgalaxies]

a couple character refs I finished :)

[florejus]

Era um domingo de sol quando você me pediu para ficar. Ainda lembro do meu coração acelerando como se quisesse sair do peito. Eu te amava tanto, tanto e eu sabia que se você percebesse esse sentimento dentro de mim fugiria, eu te conhecia como ninguém. Foi difícil fingir que tudo não passava de momentos e fim. Posso dizer com toda a certeza que foi o dia mais feliz da minha vida, lembro de cada segundo desse dia, o mar, o vento, o nosso dia de amor perfeito. Permiti deixar o meu coração sonhar e proibi a mente de pensar no fim. Te soltar foi uma das coisas mais difíceis que eu fiz. Te reencontrar depois de anos e te ver feliz ao lado de outro alguém apesar de doer, me fez entender que fiz a escolha certa, você está feliz e isso é o que mais importa, afinal, amar também é deixar partir.

Apesar de tudo, sempre foi amor

[medievalwife]

LOST MEDIA: untitled 2010 erotic horror film starring amber heard and megan fox. directed by catherine hardwicke.

dedicated to @expromqueen 🧁

[ravenslikebooks]

thoughts on mr ángel valdivia, if i may ask? :3c

(<- has horrible, horrible beebo brainrot and is glad to have dragged you down with him)

OUGJ. THE. HIM. HE'S SO. AKDJDNVJFKVNFMCNAN.

There's so much wrong with him. Very very traumatized and handling it oh so poorly. Funny guy. Gay as fuck. Afflicted with The Horrors. Probably would transfix me with a story and rob me of everything I own with a charming smile. I'd probably let him

^^^ the guy in question, for anyone unfamiliar! go play detective beebo please I am incredibly normal about it

[arionaleilani]

life update im getting a second cat, going to pick her up in about 3-4 hours, somehow have to focus enough to finish my shift at work first, i'm going to cry

[terramous]

unsure fingers braiding hair + abigail pls !!!! i know nothing about her and i would like to learn xx

eeeeeekkk yay i love abigail and i needed to write hargail before i exploded into a firey ball touch prompts

“You’re really starting to freak me out so could you please wake up?” is the first thing Abigail perceives as she returns to her body. Her limbs are dead weights and the floorboards are sticking to her cheek and forehead, a thin film of dust set about in the path of her gaze as she blinks sluggishly. 

Awareness comes back slowly. 

It always does when she has a seizure. 

But with awareness comes a burning heat in her chest as she realises there's a hand carding through her hair. She blinks again before directing her gaze up from the floor. She sees jeans ripped at the knee and tanned skin poking through the loose threads. Redness shows when the girl next to her shifts and Abigail wonders how long she’s been there, waiting for her to wake up and come out of whatever funk that always leaves her foggy after an episode. 

“Abi? Can you hear me?” 

That’s right, Abigail recognises that voice and the ripped jeans make a little more sense as she clues in to the presence of her roommate: Harlee. 

They’ve been roommates for six weeks and Abigail might have neglected to mention that she has epilepsy to the other girl. Oh well, there’s no time like the present. 

“I-” she mumbles, licks her lips with a tongue coated in thick saliva and an acrid taste, and tries again to speak. “Had seizure.” 

Harlee makes a noise that is somewhere between a choke and a laugh and the fingers in Abigail’s hair still. “I gathered that. Are you okay?” 

Abigail nods, the grip of the floor on her cheek tugging at the skin. She groans, scrunching her eyes shut. She can’t quite move, can’t quite see Harlee’s face but she imagines the other girl looks stricken if not a little bit sick, like Abigail’s own turning stomach. Her next words are more clear. “I have epilepsy.” 

“And you didn’t think to mention that to me? We live together!” There’s a strain in Harlee’s voice that sounds a little like anger and a lot like fear.

“Sorry,” Abigail cringes. There's a tingling in her fingertips now, the weight and numbness becoming less as she comes more to herself. She has no clue how long the seizure was or how long she’s been lying on the floor, tucked into a haphazard recovery position by her roommate who specialises in bugs and not medicine. 

Harlee returns to fidgeting with Abigail’s hair. Pulling a lock of blonde and pulling it apart in her unsure and trembling fingers before knitting the strands back together in a loose braid that she then tucks behind Abigail’s ear. 

“Did you call an ambulance?” Abigail asks, awkwardly moving in an attempt to push herself up from the floor. 

Harlee forces her back to the ground with a firm hand, it still shakes as it rests on Abigail’s bare bicep. “Of course I did! You had a seizure!”