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admireforever · 2 months
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Priscilla
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dailybrittanysnowpics · 3 months
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Monday…
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hystericfae · 13 days
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I counted all the dogs and cats and it's 9 dogs and 7 cats plus the new kitten 😩
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hazellevessque · 7 months
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5 MORE DAYS UNTIL I MEET CHLOE GONG!!
This is literally the only thing getting me through the week
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One of the main reasons I’m happy Tori Spring initiated me to Tumblr is that you’ll easily find people saying « wow yes, I know this musician/book/song/series/movie, it’s so amazing » where people in real life just be like: Cave who? Solitaire, like… the game? Etc.
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buckysimp101 · 2 years
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Clear Blue (1) | Mickey Henry 18+
Summary: You and Mickey have known each other since he moved to Greece. A couple of ex-pats, you flocked to each other for company. You were the first to find out his ex was pregnant and he was going to be a dad. You watched him try, and honestly fail, at the whole “being a dad” thing. And the two of you had a nice couple times hooking up. But Mickey has Chloe now and Mickey does what Mickey does best...he ghosts you. But now you have to break the silence. 
Mickey Henry x female reader, Mickey Henry x Chloe Gains
a/n: Okay so we’re taking a quick right turn away from Bucky for a second (don’t worry, First Grade Updates are coming back soon!) But I just think Seb’s character Mickey Henry from Monday does not get NEARLY enough love/fics on this app. So. Time to change that. This will be a short little mini-series! I’m not certain if there will be legit smut yet so I’m just gonna be safe and mark it as 18+
chapter warnings: language, mention of drug usage, a lil angsty really, mentions of sex/sex locations but no specific smut, daddy kink if you squint.
Part 2
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Clear blue. It’s the color of the Aegean Sea as it moves throughout the day, tides coming in and going out. It is the color of Mickey Henry’s eyes, twin pools of the ocean situated on his face. Brightening as he laughs, darkening as he frowns. It’s also the name of the stupid pregnancy test you’re about to take. Thanks in part to the aforementioned blue eyed God. Except, Mickey Henry isn’t a God. Mickey Henry is a man, a very good looking man, that you have known for years. Ever since he moved to Greece really. 
You and Mickey moved to Greece around the same time. You partied in the same circles, with the same crowd. You explored Greece together. You explored each other a couple times. And then came Aspa. Mickey’s relationship with Aspa showed you that to him, you were replaceable. Mickey had a tendency to pick you up and put you down whenever another newer, shinier toy came along. And with Aspa, came Hector. When Mickey told you he was going to be a dad you were...concerned to say the least. 
Never had Mickey Henry proven to you that he was responsible enough to be a dad, you’d also never even talked about if he wanted to be one. But his carelessness put him right in the middle of fatherhood when his son was born. That was six years ago. Not much changed.
 In the six years since Aspa had Hector, she and Mickey fought and they fought and they fought. They had broken up not long after Hector was born due to Mickey acting like “a man-child who does drugs and doesn’t have a real job.” Aspa’s words. Not yours. But you silently agreed. Mickey never wanted to grow up. He worked as a Deejay on the weekends and during the week he was kissing whoever’s ass he needed to in order to produce a new jingle.
One thing you had to hand to Mickey, he did love being a dad. He loved Hector, you could see it in his eyes and in the way he spoke about his son. His entire body lit up with excitement and enthusiasm whenever he told you about what his son was learning or doing, even though most of that information came second-hand from Aspa. You could say that Mickey tried to be a dad. He did. But he didn’t really try. He half-assed everything, was constantly late, and on top of that he practically refused to learn Greek to even speak with Hector. Needless to say, the whole situation with Aspa and Hector was pretty touchy now. 
In the years since Aspa and Mickey’s break up, the two of you hooked up a few times. You were prone to fucking each other’s brains out after a few lines of coke at one of Mickey’s gigs. When Argyris found out, by accident after rounding the corner at one of the parties to find Mickey pounding into you from behind as you leaned over his vespa, he was ecstatic. “This is just what he needs! An American girl! Now go fuck! Make more babies!” Argyris had practically cried tears of joy, while you were too focused on crying Mickey’s name.
This happened more times than you could count. You’d do a little blow, drink a little drink, and start kissing just a little after his set. Kissing just a little led to making out intensely. Making out would lead to dry humping. Dry humping would lead to the two of you fucking wherever you could. Leaned over his vespa with one hand on your back holding you in place. Wrapped around his waist in a bathroom stall in between songs. On his lap in the corner booth with the skirt of your dress covering where the two of you met. You didn’t particularly care when or how Mickey fucked you, you just knew that you liked it when he did.
That meant that you two weren’t particularly careful. You were on the pill and both of you were clean, when you started up the tryst that was the one thing the two of you agreed on, regular STD tests if you were gonna sleep with other people. You both really liked it when he fucked you without a condom, and while Mickey wasn’t too certain about the possibility of becoming a dad again, boy did he like being daddy.
But you knew the last couple months of consistent hookups with Mickey were bound to end soon. You just didn’t expect to be there when he met his shiny new toy. You tried to support Mickey at all his gigs, well all the ones you could make it to. You saw her, another American, with her short blonde hair as she yelled into her phone on the other side of the party. And as you watched her, you saw Mickey. You watched him take note of her. You watched Argyris push the two of them together in a forced kiss. You watched them make out on the dance floor. And you watched them drunkenly stumble away together.
“Why are you so grouchy, huh? You need Argyris to kiss it and make it better?” he’d drunkenly uttered as he mock-pouted in your direction. You ignored him, threw back your shot, and elbowed him in the stomach as you walked away.
 Chloe was different. She was different from all the other girls Mickey had dated, or slept with casually. She reminded you of Aspa. She was driven, career oriented, she was big shot immigration lawyer for fucks sake. Even you were impressed by her resume. It still didn’t make it hurt any less when Mickey decided to ghost you, and all your other friends except Argyris, after the weekend he spent with Chloe. The weekend turned to Sunday, and Sunday to Monday and the next thing you knew you were hearing the story of how Mickey had chased Chloe down through the Athens airport and convinced her to stay with him.
You were nice to Chloe. Why wouldn’t you be. You were nice to all of Mickey’s girlfriends whenever he’d deem you worthy of meeting them. You never understood how the fuck Argyris always made the cut of the list of friends who could meet the girls. Probably something to do with the fact that you relationship with Mickey was never purely platonic. But when you met Chloe you knew. You knew she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. 
But you may have made a mistake. You should’ve known that sooner or later your exploits with Mickey would come to light. He and Chloe have been together for three months now. The two of you had hooked up last mere days before he met Chloe. You didn’t seem to notice anything different. But when your boobs were more sore than they’d ever been? When the smell of gyros made you want to vomit? When your body was just so tired that all you wanted to do was go home and sleep after doing nothing all do? You started doing the math. You counted. And you counted. And you recounted. And you realized... it had been four months. Four months since your last period. 
And that’s how you ended up here. Squatting over your toilet and trying to pee on a stick that’s too damn small, all while thinking there has got to be a better way to test for this. And then you waited. Fifteen minutes you waited. Your stomach rolling and threatening to empty all its contents yet again. The shrill beeping of your timer going off set off a new bout of nausea. And so you took a deep breath, you brought the stick up to your face and you opened your eyes. 
Two lines.
And you blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. And then you had to quickly remove your body from the toilet to vomit.
Pregnant.
“Holy fucking shit.”
a/n: I hope y’all liked this first chapter!!! 
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trench-rot · 1 year
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Music Monday Tag [looove this]
thank you @inafieldofdaisies for the tag <3
tagging: @deputy-sennaviste @derelictheretic @vampireninjabunnies-blog @strafethesesinners @direwombat @sukoshimikan @strangefable
obligatory sorry for any doubles/missed/open tag for anyone who sees this and would like to participate!
The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I'm also including the lyrics
You know how to Feed my fear and read my mind Oh kill my soul but keep my body alive Tell me all the words I don’t wanna hear Confuse me like a riddle Play me like a fiddle
Even Achilles was only as strong as his heel La da da da da da
I hope you bite I hope you bite your I hope you bite your tongue I pray you'd bite I wish you’d bite your You better bite your tongue
You know her words, they kill Yeah she tried to break my will But then again that’s just another Wednesday Sticks and stones crush my bones Words are boulders Desensitise me day by day
Even Achilles was only as strong as his heel La da da da da da
I hope you bite I hope you bite your I hope you bite your tongue I pray you'd bite I wish you’d bite your You better bite your tongue
You still got more to say Yeah, you got more to say Oh you want me to stay? Well maybe you should bite your Oh you got games to play? Bend the rules and disobey Maybe you got more to say but Baby you should bite your tongue
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I Hate College (But Love Gettin' Laid)
pairing: bechloe
rating: e for that totally real second meeting that happened between the activities fair and titanium where they hooked up at a party. idk i don't make the rules here i'm just along for the ride
summary:
It was a semi-shocking sight when Beca first noticed her about twenty minutes ago. She was objectively hot, of course, being all long legs, blue eyes, and soft-looking red hair, but the first impression Beca had when she met her around a week ago was that she was the ultimate innocent girl-next-door type. The redhead had been smiley, sweet, and wearing a dress that looked like it came straight out of a J. Crew catalog. 
Clearly, in the darkened lights of a frat house basement, that changed a little. 
Beca didn’t mind at all. 
Read on AO3!
[someone needs to stop me. these are progressively going downhill i can already tell. that summary reads like a bad porno]
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aprincessnotaqueen · 8 months
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I GOT A NEW JOB!!!
I can only tell so many in my life so I’m gonna scream about it here
NEW JOB!!
After 9 years and 9 months in my current work place, starting a new job is both exciting and terrifying but I know it’s the right thing to do for me and I can’t wait to do something new.
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admireforever · 3 months
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Monday
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dmmeeble · 2 years
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Chasemarsh Monday - 06/06/22
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Art by Protek438 on DA
Chasemarsh Monday fanfic recommendation: Band of Misfits by LonesomeBard
Summary: Graduating from college in 1943, with the world-wide conflict still raging on, Victoria Chase is facing a miserable future as a high society housewife, when a stranger approaches her with a life-changing proposal.
My take: A rare and fantastic World War II AU, Band of Misfits is as charming and funny as it is intriguing. The descriptive style and dialogue fit so well for a period piece like this, and I just love Kate Marsh’s characterization as a confident British officer who manages to flummox her haughty comrade Victoria at every turn. This story is in its early stages yet but I can’t wait to see where it goes!
Note: Please feel free to pass along any Chasemarsh fics you feel should be recommended in the future! Replies, asks, or PMs are all fine!
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hystericfae · 12 days
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YGHHHH I have to get up and work and ugh
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yuukimiyas · 10 months
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it’s monday friends!! (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗) which means a fresh new start to a new week full of so much good energy, love, & light!! i hope today is a great monday for you all & that it sets you up for a v positive week!! *ପ꒰⑅•ᴗ•。��໊੭*
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Good Morning Monday.
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f1zzlesims · 7 months
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my henford-on-bagley family!!
celia, imogen, cherry, elias, chloe and winter!! celia and imogen are sisters who are cherry's aunts. elias and winter are imogen's kids. chloe is cherry's daughter. traits and full names under the cut!!
celia monday - perfectionist, materialistic, outgoing, creative
imogen monday - mean, goofball, neat, clumsy, active, music lover
cherry day - self-absorbed, cat lover, foodie, clumsy
elias greenburg - mean, goofball
chloe day - music lover
winter greenburg - silly
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jtownraindancer · 8 months
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Finished Arkham County, and-
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Violet&ChloeIloveyou
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