Yeah it's not Maya it's me Shreya and um we lost Maya today morning. It came as a shock but she was at the hospital yesterday evening there she must have caught the virus but we lost her to a heart attack today morning. I did not know what to do and I physically haven't talked to anybody at all. I found out that Maya had a diary and she'd given it to me.
She's not one for sentiment but she wrote everything in this diary. Literally everything. So I read it and I quote " shreya I know you're reading this but if I die bro pleease go make a long ass post on Tumblr I hope it gets more notes than my fics and like imagine what would happen?"
And she also wrote a page or so about some real close friends in her drafts she had a friend appreciation post with mood boards planned and all of that which I shall post after a few days maybe.
I know it's tough for me but she shared a bond with each one of her mutuals on this platform. She made it a point to talk to ATLEAST one of you everyday and she used to get so mad if she couldn't get to answer asks or requests, belive me , I'm her younger sister I know. I don't know how much she's told anyone about anything at all in her life because she kept things very private and I was cool with it. Tumblr did mean a lot to her and so did the people she met here.
In her diary one more thing that she wanted me to do was take over her account and not tell anyone about it but she changed her mind. She wanted me to not delete the account but make the inbox a rant space for literally anyone.
I will not check the askbox. You guys can literally rant till the word limit or more and if you need someone to respond let me know. She wanted me to do this because she saw a lot of people getting hate and she wanted to rant when she got hate but she felt like a burden and she talked to me about it. Hate is something we can't stop but we can reduce it hopefully. So if anyone needs to talk this inbox will always be open
I have no idea what Maya was doing yesterday but if she cut things off I'm sorry. I don't want to tag people but if you see this I just want you to know that you're valued.
Guys, you're here for god knows how long so make life worth it. My sister was not somebody with a perfect life but she went through everything with a smile. Try to cheer up people, check in on your loved ones and your friends, give them a hug. Give yourself 'me time' too! Bake, dance , sing do something that makes you happy.
If you were close to Maya you'll know that she put others before herself at any cost. And to those with whom she didn't have a good relationship with I really don't know what to say. So what I'm trying to say is that this blog will stay and is a hate free space. If you wanna listen it's there. If you need a response I'm there and I hope I can be half as good as Maya's pep talks. So spread love, encourage others and ngl some people need to grow tf up ffs.
Katie I'm sorry I'm reblogging your posts but I really had to reply .
Also anon please let me know if there are certain rules as to what a sister in mourning can or cannot do. I just thought I'd let the people maya cared about IMMENSELY know. And it took a lot of effort to do so it's not like I've been active all the time.
Idk something seems fishy about Maya "dying" ... Shreya posted it on Maya's page, but reblogged that post on her own asking what happened and acting shocked? And in her diary, her MAIN concern if she died was if her death post got notes?? Seems a little more like attention seeking ...
I honestly don’t know how to answer this. It was Maya’s sister who made the post and I don’t think anyone would lie about such a thing.
Okay look I really really am not in a state to answer this but I saw quite a few asks like these .
First of all the shreya you're referring to is @halfblood-princess-505 and I'm Maya's biological sister
And that line was a joke and I really didn't know how to put that through so okay it's my fault that I made my sister seem like an attention seeking bitch to you
Also I'm really not sure how all of this is fishy but it was a shock to literally everyone because it was very sudden. If you have any queries please come and ask me directly. Thanks bye
I can't reply to every single message or reblog right now but thank you so much maya loved you all so much 💕 I don't know what to say either but just that she wanted me to keep this blog going and in a few days I'll figure out what to do with it. Thank you for all your support and condolences . Stay safe
For those of you who don’t already know, Maya (@the-crazy-fanfictionist/@maya-writess) passed away this morning. She was such a kind and sweet person and had her whole life ahead of her. I think that it would be nice if we could all write letters to Maya letting her know how much she meant to us, and burn them together on Friday, September 25th at 2pm EDT/11am PDT. You can write anything you want to her, short or long, about anything you want to tell her. If you would like to post the letter on Tumblr that would be super nice, though not obligatory. All I ask is that if you are planning on writing and burning a letter, post a picture of it as it burns so we can all see how Maya affected others and so her memory will live on.
Arvin and cheerleader!Reader sneak off during the night and have smut in his car in the woods? 👀🙃
A/N: ahah so it wasn’t quiet night and basically this sucks lol. ALSO CONGRATULATIONS NOW MY SEARCH HISTORY HAS “CHEERLEADERS IN 1960″s XD Ps. Cheerleaders in the 60s looked like nerds in the 2000s. Hot nerds.
Warnings: unprotected semi-public sex ( *whispers* they do it in a caaaar 👀 also don’t be a loner, cover your boner ✌🏽✌🏽 ) LOT OF SPOILERS IN THIS!! Bad attempt at writing like a 64 year old man from Ohio.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT PROMOTE OR SUPPORT SMOKING. NO ONE WAS HARMED WHILE MAKING THIS (except my brain).
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Arvin Russell x Cheerleader!Reader
Take me to Church
My Masterlist
Arvin was a smart boy. He had been told that countless times by his mother before the godforsaken disease took her away, and his daddy too, before he started beating the shit out of him.
He didn’t doubt that a minute in his life, but then he grew up, wondering what went wrong. He was not the same doe eyed boy anymore. He liked to think that he was strong, not like his daddy used to tell him before a good spanking.And he definitely wasn’t a sinner, no, he was just a victim of God’s wrath. It wasn’t his fault that the boys made fun of his sister, they all deserve the beating they got.
Breathing in the cigarette, he blew out the smoke before it could burn his lungs, or kill him from the same disease that killed his ma. He was sitting on the front porch of his school, watching as people went by. The jocks wandering around the field, some of the artistic ones sketching while eating their lunches, and then there was the cheerleading squad.
He watched. It’s what he did a lot. He watched as cancer took his mother, he watched the way the fake Preacher looked at Lenora.
“You know, one of those sticks take six minutes of your life.” A voice spoke behind him. You sat besides him, your cheerleader costume showing your smooth legs and your pretty smile, hair done in an updo.
“And how would you know that?” He smirked, looking you up as you blush. God you looked so pretty, blushing like that. He watched you too. How you would roam the halls with your pom poms and those pompous sons of bitches that teased his sister. But it was never You. You were a sweet little girl, always got As in all your tests and all.
“I always tell that to my daddy to get him to quit. Tell him that it’s six minutes less he gets to spend with me.” You said, taking the stick from his hand and smashing the butt on the ground. You fiddled with your skirt, accidentally hiking it up your thigh.
“Did he listen?” He asked, looking at You as You smiled.
“No.”
He looked at you again. You were looking at him with your shiny eyes, all innocent and bright. He wondered what you would say when he fucked you hard against his old car, scoring through the woods and scream his name until you were sore. Shaking himself from his head, he saw you biting your lips. He wasn’t even sure You liked him like that.
Craving for another smoke, he fiddled with his hands, taking your hands instead, looking for a reaction. You didn’t snatch it back, but instead, straddled his lap to pull him into a heated kiss. Your nails scraped at his hair, the smooth strands getting ruffled up as you push your lips on his, uncaring of the others around them.
You moaned against his mouth, the sound going straight South. Taking your waist, he squeezed them lightly, crazy happy that he was making out with You, Y/N L/N, under the bleachers like some cheesy films like those in the Carnivals.
“You wanna ditch class?” He asked after sometime, heaving for a breath as you licked your swollen lips. Your makeup was a little smeared, but You still looked beautiful. His heart sped up, uncharacteristically, a strange rush of excitement flooding his veins.
“Yeah. How bout the woods?” You said, getting off from his lap. He was glad the ground was almost empty, wouldn’t want to get caught by some old janitor or a nosy freshman.
“Sounds good to me.” He said and crashed his lips into hers to steal another kiss.
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“Oh! this is good” You whimpered as he slammed your back to the hood of his car, gripping you in his strong hold as the cicadas and crickets chirped, the bright sun hitting your naked chest through the windows, making it slick with sweat. You were in a forest, and were sure that no one would come now, and with the noises you were making? No one would dare come near the shaking car.
Kissing him with your swollen lips, you gripped his muscular back as he nipped you, eliciting another moan from you. He grabbed your legs, hiking up the skirt that you were still wearing. God the damned skirt, you wanted it out of your way. Slipping your hands to unlatch it, you were stopped by his hands as he slid his own on your clothed pussy. Stripping you, your breath hitched as he inserted two fingers, your clit slicked with pleasure.
“Ohh Arvin, hmm.” You breathed into his ears, enjoying the way he shuddered when you said his name. Pulling for a moment, he looked you up and down before removing his boxers awkwardly, head slanting because of the roof, his thick cock springing out like nobody’s business, making you clench your thighs.
Shoving your thighs, you hooked your legs around him, pulling him down as he slid in your entrance. “Are you sure?” He breathed as you nodded in response, stroking his chest that made him clench, his abs more visible under the sunlight.
“Come on baby, I’m waiting.” You teased, scratching your nails along the V of his stomach. Arching your back, you grunted as he thrusted into you, your walls closing in as your hips clashed against each other.
“You like that baby girl? Like it when I’m inside you?” He cooed, making your stomach coil in pleasure. Momentarily, you gave up the sweet girl facade, your heart racing as if you had run a marathon. How could it be tame? when he was inside you, making you feel all kinds of things?
“Yes, I do Arvin, oh Jesus you’re amazing!” You jerked. You weren’t sure when you had had such a good fuck before, and sure enough never this fast had you reached your high. And Arvin? Jesus, he was a sight for sore eyes, his eyes clenched as he pushed inside your walls, hitting your g-spot, making you gasp in pleasure. His muscled chest vibrating as you felt your stomach tighten.
“Saying God’s name like that while we’re fucking? You wanna be a bad girl now?” He smirked later, not really meaning what he said. If it meant that you would be saying his name with that pretty mouth of yours, he wouldn't mind it.
“This is not sin, baby, this is pleasure. Call it what you want but I said what I said.” You drawled, pulling yourself up, his hard dick still inside you as you sat up, taking his face in your hands and hovering your lips over his. “You’re so sweet Arvin, you wanna fuck again?”
“I would love to.” He said shakily, leaning forward to capture your lips again. You dance along like that, him kissing your mouth, and your neck, then your breasts, leaving marks all over you, The Backstreet Boys playing on the junk radio of his car. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“And you have the prettiest little lips.” You said, holding his chin and delicately caressing his soft lips and leaning in for another kiss.
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The next day you saw him again, acid washed jacket and backwards cap, striped T-shirt that fit him quite snugly. He was walking with the girl again, the girl who the boys teased relentlessly. You didn’t understand why they did so, make a poor girl question herself when those whores out there were just as bad. Lenora was a sweet girl, you liked her.
Running towards him, you quickly fixed your sweater and skirt, taming the strands near your shoulder.
“Hey Arvin!” You said nervously. He had been a gentleman to you. He looked up smiling, telling Lenora to make her way as you, lighting a smoke on his way. Scowling, you took the stick out of his mouth.
Looking down, he smiled, “Hey Y/N.”
He was fiddling with his fingers again. You took his hands in yours, tracing the veins on his arms. You saw his pupils inflate like a balloon.
“So um, do you have practice today?” He asked, biting his bottom lip and giving you a tentative smile.
“Nah, coach called in sick today. Do you wanna go to Mickey-D's?” You ask. The school lane was almost empty now, buses leaving to drop off the kids.
“Sure, I don’t have no work today anyways.” He stuffed his hands in his pocket. He was a handsome boy, and you felt extremely lucky that someone like him had asked you to do him in the backseat of a car. Not only that but he was sweet but not enough to not stand up for himself or the others. With a start, you realised that he wasn’t like the other boys in your school.
Handing him his smoke back, you let your hands linger on his shoulder for a moment, cupping his cheek. You leaned in, feeling his hands twitch, and kissed him. It felt nice.
So, I heard about this and I can’t find the original, but apparently this started because someone returned a book to a library with a taco in the middle of it.
Bro I legit don't know where to start 😂 you're like this really cool human being who's just as weeird as I am and that's the only reason why ily ( jk duh you're awesome) I can talk to you about literally anything and YOU'RE SO CUTE WTF also pls try meeting me ilysm wifey 💜💜💜🥺
Bro I legit don't know where to start 😂 you're like this really cool human being who's just as weeird as I am and that's the only reason why ily ( jk duh you're awesome) I can talk to you about literally anything and YOU'RE SO CUTE WTF also pls try meeting me ilysm wifey 💜💜💜🥺
I love how irrelevant tumblr is. like no celebrities on here, no colleagues or family on here, no one’s famous off tumblr or making money, tbh no ones even updating the site like is there even any staff? who knows? it’s bliss
Sjdhsjs I could make it longer than the fics I wrote but I'm saving that for later
You're my platonic soulmate istg you're so cute and sweet thanks for bearing with my annoying ass FOR 9MONTHS ily ily ily it wouldn't be enough even if I said it a million times 😂 thanks for telling me my fics don't suck and being my beta you're one precious amazing ass human I hope you get a dick soon ly hoe ❤️
Bro I legit don't know where to start 😂 you're like this really cool human being who's just as weeird as I am and that's the only reason why ily ( jk duh you're awesome) I can talk to you about literally anything and YOU'RE SO CUTE WTF also pls try meeting me ilysm wifey 💜💜💜🥺
🌹 - ahh you amazing human ilysm you're so so sweet and I love talking to you! Ngl I was so nervous the first time I talked to you because you had like 3k followers and I was at 50 but you were super sweet and you still are ! You deserve all the love in the world ily bby 🥺🥺💜
