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70s/80s music blinkies Pt 1
not including most of the talking heads ones because I already posted most of those.
70s/80s music blinkies Pt 2
part one
Do you have any blinkies for Cocteau twins???
ik you didn't ask but here's some stamps as well:
✶ INTRO POST ✶
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✶Hiya!!! You can call me Cas or Casper!
I’m basically just gonna gush about my interests here when I feel like it
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✶ Some things about me ✶
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• My favorite band is ✶ COCTEAU TWINS ✶
• The Sundays
• Siouxsie and the Banshees
• Depeche Mode
• Bauhaus
• Gorillaz
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✶ Current hyperfixation ✶
✶ ARCANE ✶
• Specifically Sevika because SHES SO HOT GRRRAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
• I’m so normal about Sevika (I’m not)
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Uhhhh I dunno what else to say. I'm pretty cewl l think. I hope you guys'll have fun listening to me go insane over my interests
SEVIKA FANS WAKE THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW LOOOOOOOOOK!!!!
IM LITERALLY FREAKING THE FUCK OUTTT HOLY FUCKING FUCK
Can u do a drabble or hcs on cuddling Ellie?
Ur writing is so good I love everything U write :>
WREATHE
warnings: not much, mostly fluff, basically the rq, mdni with my account tho😏
a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR I KID YOU NOT LIKE HALF A YEAR IM GENUINELY SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😰 thank you so much for sending the rq even though i took the piss responding, also this is a drabble bc i don’t think i’d be good at doing hcs 😭 i have some shit coming up at uni so i prolly won’t put anything out for a while but i have an idea for a new fic in the drafts !!! very excited…
ramadan has started which means israel’s violence against the Palestinian people will worsen as it does every year, purely for the sake of inflicting even more psychological torture on them. please, now more than ever, pray for them if you’re religious, talk about palestine, boycott, protest, strike, donate if you can, contact the people in charge. don’t let people forget. here’s a link to some details on the situation. everybody stay safe 💗.
10:47 - you return from a strenuous day of patrol and odd jobs around Jackson. You’re slightly tipsy, a drink or two from the Tipsy Bison churning a pool of warmth within your stomach.
The place is stagnant when you push the door open, as if coming home to nobody.
Ellie must’ve gone to bed early today.
You drift to the bathroom despite the fact that the house feels apocalyptic, and sit in the gentle rush of water, scrubbing your skin weakly with aching arms.
When you enter your room, everything is still, except for the rhythmic rise and fall of Ellie’s figure beneath the covers on the bed backed against the wall.
You throw the dampened towel that is slung over your shoulder carelessly and walk over to the bed, gently settling beside her.
For a while, you feel content. Sleep is lulling you in, the room is shadowy, the bed is warm, and the sound of Ellie’s deep-sleep-breaths (totally not snores at all, she swears) are soft like TV static in the back of your mind.
Your eyes are on the verge of fluttering close for the last time tonight so you turn onto your side and nestle into the crook of your shoulder.
Then, there’s a harsh jolt and the bed shifts. You can feel Ellie’s puzzled gaze raking over you, the realisation that you’re home setting, and your lips twist into a smile subconsciously. The night rarely ends without the inebriating buzz of affection.
A quiet sigh escapes the enclosure of her blush-pink lips before she reclines into the pillows once more, eyes never leaving the still curvature of your figure. Not a moment passes and her arms encircle your waist, warmth embracing your torso and pressing against your hair like a wreathe of absolute comfort.
A barely audible mumble tickles the helix of your ear,
“Hey, babe,” accompanied by the phantom touch of her lips against your cheeks in her half-asleep state. You scrunch your nose before turning into the love she offers you.
“Hey, Els.”
You begin to mumble butterfly details about the happenings of the day as you feel the surface of her skin raise with goosebumps under the delicate tracing of your fingertips - down her bare thighs, along the round of her hip, along her stomach and under her boobs - easing airy chuckles out of her.
“Whatcha doin’?”
“Hm? Nothin’…”
You can already picture the smirk on her dazed face,
“Ya sure there? You want somethin’, babe?”
A playful scoff and she’s looking at you with feigned shock against the weight of tired eyelids,
“Can’t I feel you? I just wanna be close to you,”
“I’d say we’re pretty close, ya know?”
“Never close enough,” you clarify and the rasp of her laugh fades into silence and she presses a kiss onto your head, and then another, straining her neck till she’s face to flushed and grinning face, stringing a blizzard of soft, dewy kisses across it.
“Alright, alright!”
“One more- mwah,” she smacks her lips against your scrunched up mouth aggressively, leaving a gross patch of saliva, and smiles dumbly to herself, tightening the hold of her arms around you to which you groan.
Tight against her gentle sway, she mutters a quiet confirmation,
“Never close enough,” and then runs the rough pads of her fingertips along the expanse of your skin, lingering a moment on your thighs.
It’s like the rustle of a spring breeze and it draws your eyes to a close.
As you drift further from the surface, you feel the soft tingle of Ellie’s foot nudging your ankle and the distant haze of her voice whispering,
“You sure you don’t want anything, baby?” and you’re asleep.
also, absolutely no one asked for this but here are some pictures of my fat ass cat (cutest patootie evah 😆😆):
#28
mixing memory and desire
[ Cocteau Twins -- Persephone ]
#30
Wczoraj puch topoli przysypał nas nad Sekwaną, dziś wieczorem liczyliśmy jeże i samoloty z balkonu na Ursynowie. A jutro, gdziekolwiek będę, po prostu uśmiechnę się do siebie. // Muzyka z filmu Bertolucciego.
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Yesterday I let poplar fluff cover me head to toes while strolling by the Seine. And tonight we were counting hedgehogs and planes from a balcony in south Warsaw. Tomorrow maybe I'll just smile to myself. // Music from a Bertolucci movie.
listening to the angels' voices
❀ Introduction ❀
i’m alexis!! (she/they/it)
i mostly post art and random stuff, also i post irregularly
❀Interests/fandoms
- analog horror
- omori
- homestuck
- my chem/p!atd
- breakfast club
- puppet combo
❀ Socials
- Spotify
❀ bands/artists i like
- my bloody valentine
- cocteau twins
- strawberry switchblade
- lsd and the search for god
- the smashing pumpkins
- молчат дома
- pixies
- coma cinema
- alesana
birdetta would probably smoke loud & listen to cocteau twins at 4am
kris susie & noelle blasting cocteau twins on the walk back from the town festival
source
Heaven or Las Vegas (1990) Booklet
Band: Cocteau Twins Production: Cocteau Twin Label: 4AD⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
i sweae all cocteau twin album covers are all definition of art
Volví perritos lokos buenos pal tumblr, la vdd es que eché de menos a mis mutuals y la vida está horrible, necesito que se rían de mis desgracias, k literal me pasa de todo🥲