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EVERYONE GUESS WHO GOT THEIR ACCOUNT BACK
SCAMMER *DEFEATED*
Okay so it's pretty late where I live BUT! To celebrate the revival of this account here is a sneak peak of the theory post I'm preparing:
I'm pretty sure y'all know where I'm going with this...
Had a few drinks last night before jumping on Tumblr
How annoying was I?
emmy v. 🍒 ⸻ hey! 😇
emmy v. 🍒 ⸻ have u been alright lately? u just seem a little off and i wanted to check in
emmy v. 🍒 ⸻ ...did I do something to piss u off?
The Golden Girls OUT OF CONTEXT
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Hello fellow crustaceans! 💖Thanks for waiting while I was on my little hiatus, I'm back now-- properly hydrated and ready to lose myself in hyperfixation! 💖🌸 -- Mel xo
Hewwo
Fukase: I have decided I want to be cremated.
Oliver: Like, when you die?
Fukase: no like whenever just surprise me
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/14 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Series: Part 2 of The Destiny of an Alliance
“Oh, come on, babe, please? When on Coruscant-”
Risha sighed heavily, “Fine. Get the gorak. But I am not cleaning up after you when you inevitably get food poisoning from it!”
Noghea kissed her cheek and took three long strides to the food vendor as her wife continued to peruse various sellers of ship pieces and scrap metal. She turned back as she waited for the gorak to be prepared, and gasped as she saw her wife again. Standing over a table, arms already laden with bits and pieces from the morning’s excursion, chestnut hair gleaming in the light, streaks of oil staining her cheeks. She was royalty. Even unknown in a lost port, Risha Drayen was royalty. She was a polished jewel in this dirty city, shining brilliantly among the muck. Butterflies shot up in Noghea’s gut as love and lust threatened to overcome her.
“Uh, ma’am,” the gorak seller said, tapping her shoulder, “here’s your gorak.”
The smuggler grinned broadly and took the meat gleefully, “Bless your heart, thank you.”
The cook vender blushed bright red at her words, bowing awkwardly. But Noghea was already halfway back to Risha, where she wrapped her arms around her and held her in closely.
“What did I ever do to deserve a woman like you?” she whispered quietly.
Risha shook her head and kissed her playfully, “They fill the gorak with hallucinogens? What’s all this for?”
“What, a woman ain’t allowed to be overcome with love for her wife, the Queen of Dubrillon?”
Risha kissed her again, both to tease her and to shut her up before she said anything else.
But Noghea stopped suddenly and pushed away, feeling the ground vibrating beneath her feet. She looked up and in the atmosphere appeared at least a dozen ships. They were a ways out, too far for anyone to be able to tell what kind of ship they were. But Noghea knew.
“Oh, I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” she muttered.
