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tinalostgirl:
Square One | Luca & Tina
Tina tried to imagine baby Luca. Which was probably not accurate at all. Baby Luca in Tina’s mind had the same haircut as adult Luca and still had all the tattoos. Tina smiled at the thought but shook it off so she didn’t look like a crazy person. “Wait, you slept in an actual pigsty?” Of course that was what Tina focused on. “Do you have pics tho, cause I feel like I need to see these *pretty* stable pen things.” Tina switched positions, putting her legs in front of her and resting her half eaten pizza on her knee so she could wrap her hair in a low bun. As usual, several wild pieces stuck out and around her face which she just brushed back with the back of her hand. “And you said New York was next right?” Tina hoped she mentioned it to her and she just didn’t read it when she was stalking Luca’s conversations with other people. Cause that was a thing she did. “I bet it’s even more accepting and fostering there than Seattle is.”
“Napped.” Luca corrected, “I napped in a pigsty. And it wasn’t actually pretty, only the pigs thought so. It was piles of hay with trampled flowers. But listen, you don’t know a good nap until its with a pile of piglets.” She grinned, sending Tina silly finger guns with a laugh. “Yeah though, New York next.” The Dominant was surprised Tina had remembered. “It was entirely better there.” She gestured to herself head to toe. “That’s where I discovered all this and haven’t turned back since.” It was nice to just relax and talk with someone. No bullshit. Just pizza.
tinalostgirl:
Okay okay, Sir. You cute.
Oh yeah you right and it hurt way worse in the second one. Okay. I think you’ve helped me. Hill House. Hands down. Now you.
Ah, thank you.
I still can’t choose. I’m not for the jump scares, bly manor is stitched together so perfectly, and the realistic relationships between the crain kids makes me like and relate to them all. Why choose.
i’m not always horny but i kinda am tho
tinalostgirl:
If you say so.
I did. But like we established earlier, Bly Manor did the thing™ which I also really loved. ugh.
I insist so.
Yeah but Hill House had a little of the thing too. And Theo was hot as fuck. Now you’re the one not choosing.
tinalostgirl:
Maybe a teeny tiny bit.
I mean… I agree. But it also just really left me wanting something with lots of jump scares. Like… i love that shit, you know?
Full on football field sized amounts.
So you liked Hill House better?
tinalostgirl:
Maybe kinda sorta.
That doesn’t… answer my question.
Definitely for sure.
I like them both. They seem like different beasts of the same ghostly concepts.
Text: So when do I get to fuck you?
text: You’re feeling real good about yourself aren’t you?
ryansfabray:
Text: You know I will.
text: 🍆
Text: So when do I get to fuck you?
text: You’re feeling real good about yourself aren’t you?
ryansfabray:
Text: perfect.
Text: See you then~
text: come packing.
tinalostgirl:
That was so corny… I hope you know that.
So which do you think was better? The first one or the second one?
I do. I’m adorable.
Hill House had more spooky chops but Bly comes at you fast, for sure.
tinalostgirl:
I mean it hurt but at least they gave us… something right? C’mon, you know the thing I’m talking about.
Yeah I know the thing. I might be blocking it out but my heart is rewatching it as we speak in the other room.
Text: So when do I get to fuck you?
text: You’re feeling real good about yourself aren’t you?
ryansfabray:
Text: You should make these orders so no one can impede on our plans.
Text: Also, do you want my pink, flesh colored, or white strap?
text: they are orders. 8pm. text: surprise me babe.
tinalostgirl:
Did you cry at the end? Cause I cried at the end.
Like a fucking baby.
I’ve removed it from my memory so... I... can’t recall. I did not have to be done like that.
tinalostgirl:
“Poppins, you flirt.”
No.
No no no, nope.
Text: So when do I get to fuck you?
text: You’re feeling real good about yourself aren’t you?
Text: Absolutely, Sir.
text: it’s alright, I’m not too pressed. text: just the tiniest bruise to my ego text: Monday night.
Text: So when do I get to fuck you?
text: You’re feeling real good about yourself aren’t you?
tinalostgirl:
“It’s you. It’s me. It’s us.”
I fucking hate t.v.
Nope.