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muamarilyn_: Fall look for Lucid Magazine with Natasha @natvanlis 🌬🍂 Photo: @emilylauphoto
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marilynval__: 🍁🍂 New fall look for Lucid Magazine with this cool gal @natvanlis 🍂
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muamarilyn_: Another picture because @emilylauphoto got a great shot! 📸 Natasha for Lucid Magazine @natvanlis
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My Personal Headcanons for Avi (Because why not)

- He’s really fucking good at Math guys.

- Hard calculations, pin pointing coordinates, the whole nine-yards.

- Good at reading and making maps too.

- You could ask “What’s 407 x 76?” And he’ll immediately shout from across the room not even looking up from his magazine “30932.”

- It comes as a surprise to people because he’s like this chill dude who likes his alcohol. But he’s really this math genius and he kind of has to be because launching those cannon balls from the moon requires precise calculations.

- He’s good at close-range combat, but give him a long range weapon and he’s a fucking master sniper.

MIKE WHEELER: Before Senior Year

Pairing: mike wheeler x reader (female)

Premise: (y/n) is a year older than Mike wheeler, and she’s friends with Nancy Wheeler. The younger boy has a huge crush on the girl, and one night she is sleeping over at Nancy’s.

Warnings: mentions of playboy (rip Hugh)

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“Hey nerd boy, what are you and your friends up to?” (Y/n) says with a joyful smile as she leans against the doorframe of the entrance to the basement of the Wheeler household.

“N-nothing.” Mike snaps the magazine that he and his friends had been looking at closed, and snaps his head and eyes up to look at the girl.

“Yeah, nothing (y/n)!” Lucas and Dustin chime in, with wide eyes looking up at (y/n) at the top of the staircase.

She pauses and cocks an eyebrow at the group of four boys and puts a hand on her hip.

“Are you sure…” she says and begins to look suspicious of them.

She’d just come downstairs from Nancy’s room to grab snacks from their pantry, but couldn’t find any, so she decided to ask the boys (who she knew would be in the basement) for some. She honestly didn’t care what they were doing, they were teenage boys for god sakes, and could do what they wanted. But, she loved teasing the younger boys.

She walked down the stairs and smiled innocently, “what’s that?” She asked cheerfully.

“It’s uh-” Lucas starts

“A DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS MAGAZINE!” Mike interupts him and tucks the magazine behind his back.

They other three boys just nod their head at him in agreement.

“Cool… anyways, I came to ask you guys if you had any snacks I could borrow?” She asks

“Oh… yeah sure-” Mike starts to turn around and relax to hand her a bag of pretzels, and she reaches down and snatches the magazine out of his grip.

She smiled wickedly, and dashes up the stairs to the first floor as fast as she can. Behind her, she can hear the boys panicking and yelling.

“Get the mag! Get the mag!” Dustin yells at the others.

(Y/n) giggles and locks herself in the bathroom, and she can hear the boys yelling, running around, and banging on the door.

“What is going on?” Nancy says, and (y/n) can hear her footsteps as she walks downstairs.

“(Y/n)? Where are you? What’s happening?” She asks

“I’m in here!” (Y/n) yells from inside the bathroom.

The boys freeze as Nancy approaches the bathroom and whisper to eachother frantically with wild hand gestures. She raises her eyebrow and lightly knocks on the wall near the bathroom.

“Why are you in the bathroom? What’s with all of this screaming?” She says towards the wall.

“I went to get food, but there wasn’t any so I went to get some from Mike and his friends!” She explains, “but when I went into the basement, the boys all acted suspicious and tried to hide a magazine from me.” (Y/n) says with another fit of giggles.

“What’s the magazine of (y/n)?” Nancy says with a smirk, knowing whatever it is could be used as blackmail against Mike.

Mike interrupts his older sister, “(y/n)! Don’t look in the magazine! Please? I’ll give you all of the candy I’ve been stockpiling for months!”

“And I’ll give you my monthly allowance!” Will chimes in

“Dang… whatever is in this magazine must be super important.” (Y/n) says to herself with her brows knotted together. Throughout the entire endeavor, she has yet to look at what it actaully is.

She glances at the cover, and giggles immediately. “You guys are a bunch of perverts!” She yells

“What?” Asks Nancy, and she glances over at the boys who are still whispering and exchanging frantic looks.

“It’s a fucking PlayBoy magazine!” She yells at Nancy. “What a bunch of little dweebs.” She laughs again.

“HaHa… yep you caught us! Now can we please have the magazine back? Or you can throw it out if you want even!” Says Mike

It’s pretty obvious in his voice, that he’s faking relief. “What else are you hiding?” She mumbles to herself, and begins to flip through the magazine. She laughs and cringes at the nude women, and for a minute she thinks that maybe an innopropraite magazine is all it is. Her breath hitches when she turns to page 15, and five pieces of lose paper flutter out of the magazine.

“What’s this?” She asks herself.

“What’s what?” Asks Nancy

“(Y/n) for the love of god please just don’t look in the magazine!” Lucas and Dustin yell at her.

(Y/n) turns red as she reads the note to herself. The messy handwritting is matched with a couple of random doodles of people punching and dungeons and dragons characters.

On the first page, it says

“Things that we want to accomplish before senior year:”

Second page:

“Will:

-have a girlfriend

-first kiss

-beat the high score on Dig Dug at the arcade ”

Third page:

“Dustin:

-buy and fix up my own car

-beat the hell out of Troy and James”

Fourth.

“Lucas:

-join the boxing tea

-beat up Troy and James

-bang a chick”

The fifth and final page, was Mike’s

“ Mike:

-build my own radio from scratch

-figure out where eleven went

-get (y/n) to date me”

She looks at the page, and to make sure that her brain isn’t playing tricks on herself, she re-reads the sentence at least 5 times. Then, it sets in and (y/n) realizes.

She opens the door to the bathroom, and hand the magazine and pages over to the boys. No words are spoken for a second until Mike starts to apologize.

“Listen (y/n) I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you- or you to find out like that- or for you to even find out- or to-” She cuts him off.

“Hey Mike, look at the page.” She says with a smile. At the bottom of the page below Mike’s list, (y/n) had scribbled her own list.

“(Y/n):

-save up money enough to go to college

-fix up my car

-date the nerdy wheeler boy”

He glances down at the list, and blinks multiple time before looking at the girl with wide eyes and a blank tongue.

“Tomorrow, 7, the roller rink?” She asks the boy.

He nods and smiles so big she’s afraid his lip might split.

“Did I miss something?” Nancy asks in the background.

Originally posted by fakesonia

Headlines - Peter Parker

request -  I LOVE YOU WRITINGS Can you PLEASE write a fic were peter takes his s/o on dates to the tops of buildings as spider man a lot to the point were people beging looking for spider-man girlfriend and pictures of them start showing up on websites and news broadcasts 

a/n - i’ve gotten multiple requests to write this kind of fic, and i hope it doesn’t disappoint and is a flop like me anyways don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like or follow! also peter looks like he’s listening to a pretty funky beat in the gif LMAOOOOO

The sun was setting over Queens after the clock struck seven in the evening. My back was pressed up against Peter’s chest, breathing in the view as he was holding me close by. His mask was in my lap as his chin rested on my shoulder, rocking me from side to side.

Sitting at the roof of a busy building in town was a bit of a risk, but somehow Peter and I were willing to make such an attempt. During times together like these, he would become so equipped and steady to grab him mask at any point and run off with me, keeping our affair a secret as best as he could.

I leaned back even more and look up at his face, only being able to see his cheeks. I chuckled as he looked down, pressing a kiss on my lips as a smile melted onto his face as well. Our hearts were both jumping from mile to mile until Peter broke the kiss, putting his mask on within a second.

“What happened?” I asked while he put my hood up.

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Yixing’s self composed song about his v-line 

“my v-line abs have disappeared now. you tell me what i should do? do u want to know why? because of delicious food
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my v lines are here again. I sleep and wake early everyday. I’ll go to the gym everyday to exercise, work out. -
if you want to see my v-line, then you can watch lose control
if you want to see my v-line, then you can go look at some magazines ~ ”

credits: @zyxzys on ig ~

Ok so…THAT WAS THE BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE. Let me tell you I’ve never done anything so spontaneous, been more excited or felt so special in all my 25 years on this earth 

first of all let’s go back to last Wednesday when I got a message from taylor nation while sitting at my desk at work and literally SHIT my pants?? not sure how anyone is supposed to process that kind of correspondence alone in a padded room LET ALONE in an office full of professionals ANYWAY I very calmly sent them all the information they asked for including my bank balance, blood type and organ donor status and NOT SO CALMLY AWAITED THEIR CALL like no offence but did they realise i was from australia…?? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS ABOUT i was torn between thinking they messaged me by mistake and they only wanted my details so they could send me merch

fast forward to thursday after i had managed to keep this news to myself for an entire 24 hours (…) there i am at my desk.. in the middle of working 9-5 like dolly herself.. when I receive a call from a US PHONE NUMBER i quickly make my way to a quiet room while my internal organs are literally escaping out of my ass in an orderly fashion and i legit answer like “h h h h hello” SPIT IT OUT BITCH anyway i spend the entire conversation like giggling and squealing trying to pretend like i don’t know EXACTLY why they’re calling..THE.. first of all she tells me this is all top secret blah blah blah then SHE ASKS ME TO CONFIRM MY SOCIAL MEDIA HANDLES which is when the toesmut fiasco happened.. seriously the fact i made poor innocent taylor nation say “your twitter is …. toesmut … ? t-o-e-s-m-u-t …?” is going to haunt me for THE REST OF MY LIFE

anyway SHE (the lady from taylor nation who’s name I did not catch any of the 3 times she called me because i was hysterical) informed me I was invited to a secret event in LA which was taking place on Sunday and asked if me if i would be able to come … UMMM HONEY I DON’T KNOW BECAUSE IT’S THURSDAY AND YOU’RE ASKING ME TO FUCKING MAKE IT TO LA BY SUNDAY any way i was like “hehehe i don’t know it’s short notice ummm I’d really like to come but i need to like figure out the logistics” and she was like “ok i can call you back in an hour and a half and you can let me know what you decide” SJNDFJKSDHF  ok sweetie SURE anywhere else you’d like me to be by sunday?? antarctica? i spent my entire lunch break SWEATING i called my mum and my sister (PS I REALISE YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO TELL ANYONE BUT I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE A SPUR OF THE MOMENT TRIP TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD) and i was like “I HAVE TO GO THIS IS A ONCE IN A LIFE TIME OPPORTUNITY” and they were like “CAN YOU TAKE SOMEONE” and i was like “I DON’T KNOW” anyway i make my way back to work a MESS and wait for TN to call me back..WHEN THEY DO she’s like “so have you made a decision?” and I’m like “asoi;fjsdjlfghjdlfhjgsliduhfg can I bring my sister I’m coming such a long way and it’s really short notice and she’s such a huge fan it would mean the world to me if she could come sdjfkjdhfs” and she was like “hmmmm I don’t know the answer to that I’ll have to call you back tomorrow” and in my head I’m like “TOMORROW???? ASJHDFSJKDHF TOMORROW IS FRIDAY THE EVENT IS ON SUNDAY AND I’M IN FUCKING AUSTRALIA BITHC???” so i said “ok that’s fine”

asjknsdfksnk let me tell you I had the worst sleep of MY LIFE like whether I was going alone or with my sister i now had less than 24 hours to plan a trip to the u.s. TO MEET TAYLOR SWIFT AND LISTEN TO HER NEW ALBUM IN HER FUCKING HOUSE

LONG STORY FUCKING SHORT she calls me back at like 10.30 on FRIDAY (THE EVENT IS SUNDAY AND I’M GONNA BE CATCHING A FLIGHT ON SATURDAY) and tells me that YES my sister can come (!!!!!!!!) sO i shit my pants for the SECOND TIME in 48 hours because i realise not only am i absolutely meeting taylor fucking swift in 72 hours with my sister at her house in LOS ANGELES i need to book flights, accommodation, apply for a visa waiver, purchase us currency and buy a bunch of other essentials BEFORE THE DAY IS OVER anyway I DID IT AND MANAGED TO GET MY ASS OUT OF BED AT 4.15 SATURDAY MORNING TO CATCH A 14 HOUR FLIGHT TO LA

so we spend the entirety of our first day in LA looking for outfits because like??? we are about to have the most important conversation and take the most important photo of OUR ENTIRE LIVES anyway we ended up finding something cute then we decided to go to in n out for dinner because we wanted to look our absolute best for the big day 

THE FUNNIEST THING about the beginning of this trip was we were doing so much touristy stuff that WE COULDN’T EVEN POST ABOUT ANYWHERE because nobody could know we were in LA like i was at santa monica pier sending snap chats to my mum and nobody else it was KILLING ME like we were having the BEST TIME and NOBODY KNEW we were just doing so many DAMN ACTIVITIES like on the sunday we literally got back to our hotel an hour before we needed to be at the meeting point because my sister insisted we had to eat at the cheesecake factory for the second time in 24 hours?? let me tell you it was worth it 

so we get ready and catch an uber to the meeting point and my sister and i finally start to realise like HOLY SHIT WE ARE GOING TO TAYLOR SWIFT’S HOUSE i’m suddenly filled with like so much nervous energy i can’t stop moving i’m like running on the spot and ringing my hands SHIT i was so excited OH by the WAY everyone was SO NICE and pURE like spending an afternoon with 50 plus people who love taylor swift as much as you do know that you’re ALL going to be meeting her soon is honestly the most magical shit EVER 

ok let’s talk about THE EVENT first of all the property was GORGEOUS i felt like a VIP like ME hanging out in beverly hills like it was nbd??? there was food, water, soft drinks, everything was custom like THIS BITCH (taylor) is so extra I ADORE HER everything was so well planned like i didn’t feel stressed at all BUT BOY WAS IT HOT IN THAT ROOM i mean lucky i was having so much fun and was too distracted by the fact i was about to be listening to reputation to worry about the fact i was about to meet taylor swift and i was sweating like a pig 

THEN she walks in..and let me tell u..that shit is breathtaking bro..i have never in my life seen someone so beautiful?? flaws?? ms swift has never experienced that emotion..and if her gorgeous face and body weren’t enough SHE. HER. SHE. decides it’s a great idea to bring danielle and alana haim, ruby rose, jack antonoff and OTHERS in with her to listen to the album  

obviously i can’t talk much / at all about what took place in that room but let me just say i’ve spent every second since i left that house thinking about how much i need to listen to that album again..so different and so much more than what i was expecting and taylor is SO PROUD OF IT i could tell it meant the world to her that we loved it because this music is obviously really important to her..y’all are going to love it i mean it 

after we listened to the album taylor left the room to ..idk..make herself look even more gorgeous than she already looked?? we got to look at the reputation magazines and they are PERFECT i know not everyone has the means to buy a copy for themselves but if you can GET ONE you won’t regret it..and those poems 

so we all lined up to meet her and let me tell you watching people have their moment with taylor is so special man like everyone is SO excited before they walk in there and NOBODY leaves disappointed because not only is taylor the warmest most personable human being on planet earth she puts so much effort into knowing who each and every person she’s invited into her home actually is .. i can’t stop thinking about it she’s an incredible human being 

anyway on to ME i honestly didn’t know what to make of the fact she came directly to my blog on both days i was in the US before the event..like was it possible..she knew me?? turns out it WAS which was great because i literally didn’t plan what to say AT ALL i’m such a dumb bitch..anyway i walk in there and give her the biggest hug and she’s like “aww how are you doing?” and i was LITERALLY this gif

but i said “umm i’m doing pretty good” THEN..ladies THEN she said “i’m so glad you could come danielle” and she turns to my sister and she’s like “and you’re annalie right” and let me tell you..annalie dropped dead..NOBODY GETS HER NAME RIGHT. THERE IS A WOMAN AT HER WORK WHO HAS CALLED HER AINSLEY FOR THE LAST 5 YEARS. then…we had a conversation..taylor swift..and i..had a conversation? she told me i was THE funniest person and that she would check my blog everyday..she said..when she was having a bad day..she would search “screamedsooloud” because she knew she would see something that would make her laugh..let me tell you at that point i KNEW i was fucking dead 

she told me i was funny and we told her she was the funniest person we’d ever met and she laughed like it WASN’T TRUE?? she said she knew who i was as soon as i walked in and i was like “you are so amazing” that’s not a fake quote by the way or some internal dialogue i actually said that..she referenced all the posts i made asking “WHERE IS SHE” at the start of this year..and i was like “i just really needed to know” she was like “i wanted to say JUST WAIT I’M COMIING” AND I WAS LIKE “I KEPT TELLING PEOPLE I KNEW YOU WERE UP TO SOMETHING and i was right” AND i was like “i can’t believe you saw that” and she was like “oh i’ve seen everything”.. she knew i had deleted my blog and she said she had tried to refollow me but she had reached follow limit..after she told me i was funny another 15 times we took a couple of photos (WHERE ARE THEY BY THE WAY) then we talked a little more and she asked if they’d let me know with plenty of time that i was invited and i was like “NO I ONLY FOUND OUT ON THRURSDAY” and she was like “oh my god you’ve been on a list for a year” i CHOKED and she was like “i told them to tell you early because you were coming all the way from australia” and i was like “WELL THEY DIDN’T” and she was like “see i don’t have that much pull guys” and i was like  “jkhsdfskdfghsg” then she told us how much she appreciated us coming and we were like thank you so mcuh we love you so much and she said she loved us and then we took our merch and our dignity and got the HELL OUT

i..still can’t believe any of this happened and i don’t know if i ever will..it was the greatest day and week of my life and it’s all because taylor is the most generous, thoughtul, hard working person in the world..i love her so much and i hope all of you get the chance to tell a story like this some day 

I didn’t get a chance to get a good look at the magazines at the secret sessions but I’m SO. EXCITED. Hearing Taylor say “I’m painting my feelings” is SO. EXCITING. All of us fell in love with Taylor because of how well she put her feelings into art, and now we’re getting even more of that, we get paintings and poems and photos and I’m SO. EXCITTTIEUEDDDDDSDGSHDJDH!!!!!!!!!!!!!