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“So,” Marcus sighed, glancing over towards the other, “you really think that about me, don’t you?” He grabbed his belongings and stood up, “Go ahead, call me an asshole or a prick, but after all the things I’ve done for you, you’re the biggest asshole there is. I gave you things that nobody else can give you and—forget it, I’m done.” He stormed off.
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san-betillion:
“Wow. Thank you. I thought you were the type to just take everything, and never give anything back in return. Where did you get these anyways?”
･ﾟﾟ･｡ “Actually I broke the one you gave me on accident. I’m going to be honest, I found these in the black market. They were cheaper than the actual one.”
open ｡･:*:･ﾟdrew
»»—— “Hey-Hey! Don’t cry, lo-look, it’s okay. Just don’t cry! I’m sorry I said that. Please, stop crying? I’ll take you to the ice cream shop?” Drew didn’t want to get too close to the other, knowing they they’re already upset at him enough.
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*“Listen, when you said you wanted to go on a date with me, I thought we were just going to get to know each other. Not...this.” Dawn moved farther away from the other person in the rounded out booth. The other leaned in, and whispered awful things in her, she then socked their groin, creating a distraction, and ran out. Dawn ran into the alley behind the restaurant, and started sobbing.
Everyone was having a great time at Rusty’s friend’s slumber party and all the girls were in their little pajamas for the boys they’d snuck in and she was just wearing her da’s sweatshirt and some varsity shorts. To make things worse, one of the boys made a joke about her. She was so embarrassed that she ran out of the house, stopping on the sidewalk a burrowing her head into her hands and that was when she heard a voice asking her what was wrong. “Everything’s falling apart right now. My ex-boyfriend left me for another girl and broke up with me over the phone, my mom’s not making it anything better, and everything sucks.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Look at my clothes, and my face, and my hair – I can’t even comb it – and I hate my life.”
After having a long day at work, Beck’s ride ditched him for a stupid party, leaving him to walk home. As he’s walking home, he never realized how beautiful the night sky was, but he also never realized how much of an asshole his friend is for leaving him. Once he finally got into the neighborhood, he noticed some girl, on the urge of tears. He was hesitant to talk to her, all he wanted was to go home and sleep. But he knew if he were to do that, he wouldn’t be able to sleep. Beck got closer to the girl, and sat next to her on the curb. “What’s wrong?” He was hoping a small quick answer, that he could give some quick advice on, so he can go home. After hearing what had actually happened, he sighed. “Look, you’re not falling apart, this is just something that a lot of people go through to help them grow. The way you decide to deal with it will show you what you’re capable of. You can either keep being sad about how life sucks ass, or you can get up, realize how pretty you actually are, forget those that douche that left you, talk to your mom, and start spending your time and money on things that make you feel good about yourself.” Beck slouched, looking at the concrete, with his busboy attire still on, and still dirty.
Charlie could be a huge prick and he knew it. He was about as close to being the frat boy stereotype as they could get, but he did have boundaries unlike most. They were holding one of their infamous parties in hopes of picking up girls and he was sort of just hanging around, only half listening to some sorority girl who was batting her eyelashes and twirling her hair. As he was letting his eyes wander, he noticed a girl getting pulled up the stairs by a few guys. He recognized her. She was one of those freshman pledges. Charlie excused himself from the girl and pushed his way through the crowd. “Oh. Hey. I’ve been looking all over for you.” He said, trying to make it seem as though he knew the girl who was obviously intoxicated. “Sorry. This is my girlfriend. Her roommate’s really worried about her.” Charlie lied, taking her hand and pulling her out of the house and towards his car.
Skipper hestitated to walk into the house. When the boy, who sits next to her in her English 101 class, invited her to a party, she didn’t think it was going to be this big of a party. She also didn’t think that his whole entire group of friends were joining them. “H-Hi, I’m Skipper.” She grinned slightly, feeling uncomfortable from the way the other boys looked at her, smiling. The feeling she was having from their smiles was similar, she felt like she was going to throw up. “Can you please hold my water bottle?” She threw it to one of the boys, and ran to the restroom. She started gagging, but nothing came out. She sighed looking at herself in the mirror. You can do this Skips. Stop freaking out, be a stereo typical college student and have fun. She recollected herself and her thoughts and walked out.
Skipper looked around for the group of boys, and finally found them by the mini bar area. She walked up to them with a plastered smile. “Thanks for holding my drink.” She grabbed her water bottle back, and her smile turned to an uncomfortable grin. The way they were all smiling at her gave her absolute deja vu. Skipper took three gigantic gulps from her water bottle, and spat the last one out. “What the fuck!” Skipper started freaking out. Her water was vodka, and there was a little funky taste of something else, she couldn’t get her finger on it. All she knew was that it was familiar, and not in a good way. Skipper excused herself and started texting her roommate. No answer. She texted all of the other girls that lived on the same floor as her, and none of them responded as quick as she hoped.
All of a sudden, she started feeling woozy. Skipper dropped her phone, and leaned up against the wall, trying to keep herself from falling. She kept fading in and out, feeling her body being lifted and carried up. “Please...don’t. I want to go home. I-” She was cut off from the sound of another boy, claiming that she was his girlfriend. Skipper blacked out, but was then slightly awake now being pulled out of the house and into a car. “Please, I beg of you, take me home. Please! I don’t want to go through this again.” She started sobbing, her knees up against her chest, sitting in the front seat.
Y'all…. this shit had me in TEARS 😂😂😂😂 His twitter is: CymereLasean
I.M.P.E.A.C.H.M.E.N.T
WHAT IS THISSSSS
“You can kiss me black ass” 😂😂
yoooo the way I screamed lmao
The backup vocals im screaming 😭😭😭
Forgot about this 😂😂 I’m rolling
Dang it looks like the black lady is exorcizing a demon. #Love it!
Fun Fact: she’s 27
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miscreant-in-medina:
Izzy flinched at his harsh tone. She didn’t quite understand why this time had been it for him. Why was he so upset? She chose her next words carefully and spoke softly, almost in a whisper. “I don’t know what I did this time. I honestly don’t know.” Her eyes full of defeat stared at his back. “All I want is for you to be happy…and I’m sorry I can’t be that for you.”
Dallas nodded his head and scoffed, “You don’t know. How classic is that?” He turned around and pulled out a chair to look towards her. “How about you pull out your phone, and tell me. Tell me who are all of these different guys you’ve been texting the same thing you’ve been texting me.”
myxsweetxlord:
Elise continued to look forward as she rode her bike. “Didn’t seem like you wanted to.” She replied. “Besides, I have to go to the mall, anyway, so you can just go home.” She told him, quickly glancing his way.
Cyrus shook his head, “It’s fine, I’ll take you, you can attach your bike to the bumper, I’ll help you.” He looked out of his window, to look at her. “Please, let me take you?”
myxsweetxlord:
“Yeah, no problem,” Jem smiled, noticing how she was shivering. “Uh, here,” he said, handing her the jacket he had beside him. He’d noticed the smell of the weed and shitty beer, but he sort of assumed she had nothing to do with it. “So, how did this whole situation start?” He asked, starting the truck. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me, but I’m just a little curious.”
Dakota gave him a genuine smile and wrapped his jacket around her like a blanket. “Thank-you.” She felt bad for already smelling god-awful, but now his jacket and car is going to smell too. Dakota sighed, “Oh, you know, just teenage girls trying to impress their crushes by doing the same reckless things as them.” She looked over at him, “I’m always stuck as the designated driver, I’m not really into those things.” Her voice was soft. She didn’t know how to ask him properly if she can stay at his house. “Mainly because my parents and my brother would kill me. Honestly, I’m terrified to go home, I’m gonna die!”
myxsweetxlord:
Sloane kept having to move her partner’s hand from going south. After what felt like forever, it finally ended and she immediately walked away and back over to Dallas. “I’m never doing that again. I might not even dance at my own wedding. Who knows.” She sighed, taking her phone from him.
Once the danced ended, Dallas grinned at Sloane and walked alongside with her, giving her the phone. He let out a chuckle, “Why not? That was actually really beautiful. Except for your partner, I saw that asshole trying to be slick, but it was beautiful. You did a great job.” He smiled looking down at the girl.
People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers” your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am.
You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.
You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.
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miscreant-in-medina:
“Bullshit. That’s what you think this is?” Izabelle nodded in disbelief. She chewed nervously on the inside of her lip “I did everything I could, everything, to try and make this easy for the both of us.” Her words began to get stuck in her throat. “I-I don’t know what else I could’ve done. What else I can do? Just tell me, please.” Izzy took a deep breath, “Please don’t go..”
Dallas got closer towards her. He looked down, a few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. His words were sharp, “You want me to stay now? Once I’m done with all of this fucking nonsense? Now that I’m finally realizing that I don’t need this bullshit?” He felt the pain building up in his throat, but ignored it. “I’m fucking t i r e d, of listening to all the lies. Fuck, Izabelle,” he turned around, and sighed looking at the floor. Dallas fixed his hair, and looked up towards the ceiling while doing so, “Can’t I just be h a p p y as well?”
myxsweetxlord:
“Yeah, I used to be,” Winnie replied with a light shrug. “We used to be like best friends, but when we were around thirteen or fourteen he started to smoke pot and started being kind of a dick. I think it was just a buildup from after our mom died.” She sighed. “But even though he’s problematic, I still do whatever I can to make sure he doesn’t do something permanently stupid when he’s temporarily high and/or moody.”
Ricky let out a small chuckle, “So you watch over him kinda like a mom?” He moved his attention from her to the game. “Damn, I’m sorry about your mother.” He sighed, not knowing how to respond. “You’re pretty damn good at this game.” Ricky felt that if he got deeper into the topic of family, she’d probably keep talking to him out of pity.
