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[rebelpuff-a]

gldnprncss

  i’ve decided that this is now a fanblog for mason,...

: O

dc dipper is the only muse over the course of my four years to ever earn the title of friend from buttercup

this blog is already a fanblog for you

[bluepuff-a]

@gldnprncss

bubbles was known to just be a little bit over dramatic. okay, maybe more than just a little. but she slammed the door to her room so loud and in princess’ face, she’s pretty sure all of townsville could hear it. she was still leaning against the door, hoping all of her super strength could keep anyone out. she was humiliated and the last thing she wanted was anyone seeing her. “go away!” tears were on their way. her voice was starting to crack. “leave me alone!” 

[rebelpuff-a]

They say, ❝ which one? ❞ I say, ❝ NAH, I WANT ALL OF ’EM.  ❞    Happiness is the same price as red-bottoms.

INDEPENDENT PRINCESS MORBUCKS FROM THE 1998 POWERPUFF GIRLS. WRITTEN BY DC. 

[rebelpuff-a]

👊 ;; ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ ( @gldnprncss )

✉ stepdaughter morbucks ➹ sup what’s your dad’s number again

[fearsbellsarchived]

@gldnprncss​ said: “▲“

Pacifica Northwest with a hangover, but Princess Morbucks is feeling fine.

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pacifica groans and throws her spare pillow at the redhead in-or at least near-her doorway. “fuck you. turn my lights back off. it’s fucking saturday.”

[fearsbellsarchived]

@gldnprncss​ asked: “ "would you stop looking at me like I just took a dump on your mom’s head?"”

pacifica blinks, hard. “i’m sorry. i just thought you said that you were actually going to go out with that creep from two nights ago.”

[fearsbellsarchived]

@gldnprncss​ said: “ ❝ Do you even have a brain? You’re sticking to a page. ❞ “

pacifica throws a glare at princess that frosts over her insides. she holds the letter carefully in one hand. “just because i have a boyfriend that sends me actual love letters doesn’t mean you have to be a jealous bitch about it, princess.”

[blueruff]

brown eyes narrow as she watches the boy with the loose shirt and hair stick to his forehead due to sweat. 'god,' she thinks as her red eyebrows narrow in frustration. 'now there's two of them.' princess manages to slip between her well manicured, red and yellow nails six twenty dollar bills and whistles the rowdyruff over-- she never learned their names. "hey, blue," she demands in a huff. "how much do i gotta pay for you to ruin a puff's day?"

*   @gldnprncss  . 

         sweat  sticks  to  skin  and  he’s  about  to  shed  his  shirt  all  together  if  this  flintstone’s  push  up  ice  cream  doesn’t  COOL  him  off  any  faster  underneath  this  summer  sun  beating  down  on  him.  minding  his  business,  trying  to  ENJOY  his  orange  push  -  up  before  he’s  INTERRUPTED  and  head  turns  in  the  middle  of  some  of  it  dripping  down  his  chin  with  a  ‘  what?!  ’  look  creasing  his  features  until  he  sees  it’s  that  bratty  chick.  well,  he’ll  only  obey  like  a  dog  to  her  whistle  just  to  maybe  con  her  out  of  some  money.  “how  much…”  hm.  wiping  the  ice  cream  off  his  chin  with  the  hem  of  his  blue  shirt.  “DEPENDS.  what  puff  we  talkin’  about?”  keeping  it  serious.  he’s  not  going  to  ruin  any  puff’s  day  if  he  doesn’t  have  to,  but  he’ll  pretend  he’s  all  and  willing  for  money.  “all  those  dorky  girls  have  a  price  tag,  y’know.  so  i  gotta  know  which  one  you  want  me  to  bother  first.”