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jack-o-phantom · 4 months
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he's thinkin
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Feeding a certain portion of my followers
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Alright, im out
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wifegideonnav · 3 months
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the entire point of me is you. i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it. you hating me has always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me. god knows i deserve to die at your hand. you are my only friend i am undone without you. too many words how about these one flesh one end bitch say it loser. you know i don’t give a damn about the locked tomb right you know i only care about you. i cant do this without you.
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neolando · 7 days
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some f1 fans are so jobless like why do you care so much about who a driver is dating? like why are you harassing her 💀
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a-freemaniac · 20 days
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I tried so very hard to be quiet but its not really my style so....
I keep reading posts about Miller's Girl and MF real life relationship to a younger woman.
Sorry but WTF is wrong with people?????
Why is it always the older person who gets accused?
Words like weird, uncomfortable or ego booster comes up and here is the thing:
The private life including his sex life is not your goddamn business.
So his girlfriend is younger!
Jealous?
Or disappointed that you didn't manage to get something hot, lovely and beautiful to share your life with for more than five years now?!
Isn't it enough that a couple is happy?!
Get a life!
Miller's Girl is a movie!
Not a guide for paedophiles.
She is a f...adult!
Older- younger relationships are as old as the world.
And yes I know from experience.
I had a relationship with a man 30 years senior and it started when I was 18 and lasted six wonderful years.
Young people are not imbeciles and they can make their own decisions.
To the accusation that MF is not sexy enough to play the role.
Tastes are different and people react to men and women differently.
He is an attractive and experienced man in his 50s.
Exactly what the role implied.
We all have different tastes and we shouldn't be ashamed for it.
If I were a man I would go for Rachel every day of the week but wouldn't look at Ortega once.
Simply because she's not my type but hey lots of people do and that's great!
Stop feeling strong just because you type something cruel and totally disrespectful into your phone and if you can't life with a man who's obviously happy and has a lot of variety in his work....seek help and get a life.
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tattoorue · 9 months
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valyrfia · 8 months
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rip lewis hamilton and nico rosberg you would've loved the album stick season by noah kahan
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certified-cvnt · 9 months
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lilac-lemonade · 7 months
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Nooo don't perpetuate the cycles of violence that you experienced you're so sexy aha
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clefclefairy · 3 months
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saying this for the benefit of all the other adhd bitches who have dolls: please just use that nice piece of clothing you're saving. do not just put it away for the nine hundredth time because "what if I find a doll that suits it better" you can take it off whatever doll you're putting it on now, then. "what if i forget" more likely to forget about it if you just chuck the outfit back into storage "what if i fall in love with it on that doll and don't want to remove it" then you don't actually want to put it on the other doll. use the clothes for their intended purpose instead of hedging your bets on Doll Futures
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Me: *sees something out of the corner of my eye* The Part Of Me That Is Not Myself: i see you me: please stop your scaring us both
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eesttm · 1 year
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"We were on a beach together in the summer and it was magical."
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masked-alien-lesbian · 2 months
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Damn Jaylen....
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redflagsandbanners · 2 years
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i saw you were taking requests?? i have one but if not that’s cool
nancy not understanding the wage gap between her and robin’s family, so she’s always confused why robin acts so weird when she buys her gifts or pays on dates (and robin nervously having to spell it out to her when nancy finally asks why)
Anon, this is so so late but I. loved. it. I loved it.
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By the time the second half of April rolls in and Hawkins High tries to re-open for the rest of the semester, Robin has found another job.
The Post Office's backroom is filled with the comforting scent of paper and ink, endless boxes moving with curious cluttering sounds that have Robin perfectly distracted by the nightmare that spring break had been.
It's a good job. Smells so good she cannot get enough of the pang in her chest every time she walks in and takes in a deep breath. Fair money, and an actual good boss for once, and somehow some even better coworkers. It's been a month in and she hasn't heard a single sexist comment thrown her way. Mr. Brown actually ordered her to sit down and not move during the first day of her period because, apparently, he knows from his daughter how painful it can fucking be.
It's a good job. Robin is so glad sometimes she cries to Steve about it.
It's a good job. Only that Steve is not working with her here, choosing to keep volunteering around the city despite Robin insisting that, okay, despite the crisis, the state should have brought in people to take care of the repairs, the housing and feeding and entertainment of those who are still in need, and that enough is enough with the endless hours of them hauling ass without getting a penny for the amount of physical and emotional exhaustion it brings in.
She feels bad. She had felt worse when her mom came in after the earthquake and sat both Robin and her dad down to tell them her job got swallowed up by the ground and the first idea was an easy hiring down at the factory.
It's a good job. Only that she works five school days a week, biking to get there at about six o'clock in the morning to load up Mr. Brown's van, and biking back at about four in the afternoon after school to restock the shelves.
Only that the lifting and the standing are taking a toll.
Nancy turns from the desk with a question about the velocity of the moving object, only to find Robin's body completely slacked. She is half curled to the side across the bed's headboard, as if she leaned down on the pillows for just a moment and actually froze there. Her breathing is even, her eyes are closed, a hand still wrapped around a pen on the textbook in front of her.
Quietly, Nancy stands from the desk and, this is still new between them, they are still mapping out ways to be, but Nancy's heart cannot stop pounding in overwhelming adoration at the sight of Robin finally sleeping. Those dark circles under the girl's eyes have been deepening week to week since school opened up again.
Nancy is familiar enough with Robin's parents to call home and tell them, ask them if Robin can stay over because she doesn't have the heart to wake her up. They agree. They remind Nancy to set an alarm for Robin to wake up for her shift in the morning.
She wakes up at five thirty too but when she asks to drive Robin to work, Robin keeps her on the bed with a firm hand and a gentle kiss on her lips that tastes like toothpaste and clear water. Nancy is at least allowed to walk Robin down the stairs and to the back door, getting another long kiss in the doorway's darkness.
Two and a half hours later, it takes every inch of strength and self control not to speed to her through the crowded classroom.
She straddles the chair in front of the girl, slowly confidently lowering a steaming cup and a paper bag on Robin's desk. The light tap makes the girl lift her head, deep blue eyes blinking open to pierce through Nancy's soul, and a smile immediately coming up across the girl's lips.
"Hey", Nancy restrains herself from kissing her as Robin leans back and slides the headphones off of her ears.
"Morning", Robin grins but is looking down at the items on her desk as if they are the most confusing part of her day yet. "Huh, what - um, what is this?"
"Coffee", Nancy tips the items closer. "Breakfast. For you".
"Oh". Robin looks at the logo printed on the cup and bag. "Thank you". A light blush is coming upon the girl's cheeks and Nancy smiles.
But Robin clears her throat and doesn't reach for them. "These are from, huh... Nance, these are from that new place downtown".
"Yeah", Nancy looks down at the bag. The baked goods are starting to smell good now.
"The one selling coffee for like, three dollars, and bagels for two?"
"Well..." - Nancy frowns - "...those ones were like, three because there's cream cheese and..."
"Nance, I..." - the blush has slipped right out of Robin's face, leaving behind a slightly pale hue - "...I make five dollars an hour and those are for today's grocer - Um, I can't... I can't pay you back right now".
"What?" Nancy feels her eyebrows pull close. "Pay me back?"
"I mean, yeah, those cost you like eight dollars and I appreciate it, I really do, you know how long it's been since I smelled coffee this good? But it's a lot of - I'll pay you back once I do my weekly money recounting coming Sunday just to be sure that..."
"Robin, hey, no". Despite the classroom filling with people, Nancy places a hand on her girlfriend's arm. "I wanted to do this because you looked so tired last night and..."
She ignores the pang in her chest when Robin's immediately pulls back, going paler as she looks around with apprehension. No one is looking at them, but Nancy shuffles away anyway too.
"Sorry", Robin flinches and blows out a breath, leaning forward enough for her knee to nudge Nancy's under the table. It stays pressed there.
"Look at me. Please?"
Damn if Nancy can refuse this girl anything. Both of Robin's hands are wrapped around the cup of coffee and she is leaning down to sniff at the opened paper back. She can't fight the smile that tugs at her mouth when Robin's eyes flutter closed at the scent and she gulps as if her mouth is suddenly watering.
The warm touch of Robin's knee knocks against her own with purpose. "Thank you", the girl softly says and Nancy nods. "But just this once, okay? You can't buy me breakfast every time I fall asleep in your room. I feel awful that I can't... I can't offer the same things".
"I don't want you to think like that", Nancy whispers and can't help but laugh when Robin brings the coffee higher and promptly moans at the first sip. Nancy grins, knocking her knee back into Robin's slacked one. "This isn't... it's a gift but it isn't like - I don't know how to, huh..."
"It's okay, Nance".
"No, it's... I like you, Robin. Enough that I know you know already. And this isn't... this isn't - the gifts are not something more than what we already have. Grant gestures or whatever, trying to prove something or convey the feeling or... They're just moments in the big, you know, setting of whatever it is we are doing. But I also don't want you to be uncomfortable so I'll stop if you want me to but just know that these, for me, don't mean something more than what I am already like... saying or doing or -"
"Nancy", Robin is laughing suddenly, beautiful and awake and blushing just so again. And this is gift enough for her. "You're rambling".
"Oh, shit", Nancy chuckles as the bell for the beginning of first period to start up. The teacher will be walking in any second now. "But you... you understand what I am trying to say, right?"
"Yeah", Robin's eyes are impossibly soft. "Thank you".
"Sure", Nancy wants to reach out for her again but knows she can't. Everyone is facing forward by now, their teacher talking to someone by the doorway and she is still turned the opposite way to keep looking at Robin, at her girlfriend.
Softly, Robin nudges her knee back against hers and nods at her to turn around again. It is not enough for Nancy and if she cannot reach over and hold Robin's hand for a second, well-
She reaches into her bag, bringing out her pencil case and bringing out a marker. Robin's eyebrows shoot up when she takes the coffee cup from her hands and doodles across the light blue colored round surface.
Doesn't wait to look at Robin's reaction before she turning around and plopping back onto her seat with a deep sigh, throwing the textbook on the desk.
She does grin to herself when she hears Robin exhale a warm laugh at the little heart on the side of the cup.
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darkmoonsiren · 21 days
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Last time you had sex?
Ask your dad😂
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6rutal6rat · 1 month
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