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Why do you say men are objects? That’s not true and hurtful

men are on sale at the grocery store for a few dollars

#musing

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Amber Heard and James Franco in The Adderall Diaries (2016).

#musing #wanted connection #ft; mikey vincent

Lola had left Finn on his own at the bar, breaking away momentarily to get them both another drink. As much as she pretended to be annoyed by him, she felt comfortable around Finn. Holding two glasses in her hands, she returned, plaid tennis-style skirt swishing as she turned towards him, handing Finn his drink, She licked her lips, red lipstick smearing before she spoke to him. “Sorry I took so long. This girl started talking to me. That brunette over there? She just told me she’s into you. I’m supposed to be over here doing recon. But I think she would like, totally jump your bones in the bathroom right now if you wanted to.” Her fingers ran over a lock of her blonde hair, distracted before her brown eyes flicked back over to him. “Thoughts? I think she has a bit of a Swimfan vibe. One shag and suddenly she’s stalking you. Best leave that alone.” @pessimiistic

#c:finn #omg i hope this is okay!!

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Emmanuelle (1974)

#musing

Pink glitter stuck to her cheek, leftover remnants from when she danced as ‘Lily” at the strip club, Lola was just escaping a bad date. She had cackled like a child as the man had attempted to go home with her from the bar, prancing off like an escaped deer as he slid his arm around her waist, pulling away and shaking her head. “Sorry. I think I see one of my friends over there. Text you later,” she had told him, heading back towards the bar booths at Cole’s, Lola quickly sitting in a random booth and huffing, brushing locks of blonde hair out of her face. “I told that guy we’re friends. Help me out? I can’t talk to him for another minute. He started saying all the things he wanted to do to me and my eyes glazed over. Like someone replaced my brain with a fat head of lettuce,” she complained, her now former date still eyeing the blonde suspiciously as he looked at his phone, waiting for his Uber to arrive. “Just keep talking until he leaves. He’s kind of obsessed with me. Thought he was going to yank out a lock of my hair and clone me at one point.”