May 8, 2020
feels good not to be a clown!
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feels good not to be a clown!
I’m going to dc next week for a shoot and im producing the shoot and pa’ing and it’s stressful and it’s to interview two famous (ones p famous the other one won a famous election but its not what the intervewi is about) senators but ive never been to dc so im excited im flying in super early so i can do touristy things and flying home super early the day after the interviews so i have like an off day at home and dont have to work !!!
i just figured out what i’m gonna do for chenle’s bday 😔i’m gonna start working on it asap
CCG FUCKER FIC. FUCK YES!!! HINAMI WHIPPING HIS ASS AFTER SAVING HIM LIKE WHY DO I FEEL THIS FIC IS GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME.... P.S. SMUT SMUT SMUT
THERE WILL BE SO MUCH SMUT BUT GOD, HINAMI BRINGING HIM HOME AFTER SHE SAVED HIM AND THEY HAVE SEX AND IT’S ALL EMOTIONAL LOVEMAKING AND AYATO FEELS SO OVERWHELMED BY IT BECAUSE HE’S NEVER FELT LIKE THAT BEFORE
im gonna start goblin tomorrow. it’s good, right?
GUSY I M GNNA GET OVERWATCH AAAAAA
niitko
“I can’t believe this...again...?”
A glance down at her footwear; ratty gym shoes ‘pon her feet { and she, eager to get them off of her feet } and her mary janes --- one of mom’s few gifts to her --- missing from the locker she’d left them in. And now the school day is over, and who knows where they might be hidden?
“Why can’t they just leave me alone...?”
She knows why, of course, but why is she blamed for her biology? It’s ridiculous but it still hurts. Petite body spins on her heel as she resigns herself for looking for them, hoping they’ve been stashed on school grounds, at least, and not farther. Eyes settle upon a familiar shock of blond spikes as she exits the school building, and she waves him down --- maybe he saw something! And as one of her precious few friends { could she call him that? he was kinder to her than most, but maybe he would rather not be friends with a thing } he was one of very few people she would feel comfortable asking about it.
“Roxas! Roxas! Did you --- uh --- happen to see anyone running away with a pair of black shoes?”
3 WEEKS UNTIL I BECOME AN AUNTIE/KHALAMONI