#phoenix williams

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Isabelle, holding a can of Pepsi: Do you guys want some Pespi? Annie, laughing: Some what? Isabelle: Pespi Victoria: It's PePsi, not PeSpi Izzy Isabelle: That's what I said; Pespi Isabelle: Pespi Victoria: Please would you- Isabelle, interrupting: Pespi Isabelle, shrugging: It's normal because I'm ambidextrous Phoenix: You're ambidextrous? Annie: She means bisexual! Victoria, at the same time: She means bilingual! Jacob, tired: She means she's dyslexic

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‘ we’ll take care of you. ’ (Bek/Phoenix)

Phoenix sobbed as Bek offered the assurance.

Earlier that morning, she’d received the news that her father had passed away. Now it was just her. No Mom or brothers or sisters, no grandparents or cousins even. Just Phoenix, the final member of her family.

At first, she had just sat and cried and cried until she had no more tears to shed. Her mind flitted from here to there, wondering what would happen now, what would happen to his house, his bills, his belongings. What would happen to her?

She had called Alex first, wanting his calm strong presence near her. He was in the middle of work though and didn’t answer his cell phone, so she’d just left a teary message, asking him to please, please come home because she needed him and Bek right now. Bek had answered almost straight away and only a few minutes later had arrived at Phee’s place.

They’d embraced and Pheonix had started crying all over again. Bek led her to the couch, sat her down and made some coffee, shoving the mismatched, chipped mug into her hands.

“I just can’t, Bek.” Her face was red from crying, her eyes bloodshot, her breathing uneven and hitched.

“You can’t what, sweetie?” Bek reached out and pushed a hand into her hair, calm on the surface. Phee turned her head into the touch.

“Anything.” She breathed, the thought hitting her again like a tonne of bricks. “I can’t arrange a funeral, or sell a house or anything. I’m not an adult. He did everything for me. Who’s gonna do my taxes? Who’s gonna buy me birthday presents? Who’s gonna take care of me?” Phoenix had always been a Daddy’s girl and she’d never been ashamed to admit it. Her father lived on the other side of town but she went to visit at least once a week.

That’s when Bek had said they would take care of her, sending Phee into another round of sobs, shoulders shaking, barely able to breathe because no one had ever wanted to take care of her before apart from her Dad. She’d had girlfriends and boyfriends but everything had been joint, everything had always been 50/50. Maybe that was because she’d never trusted anyone else to take care of her, but there it was and maybe, just maybe she trusted Bek and Alex to take care of her.

Bek drew her in for a hug and Phoenix breathed in the familiar scent of her hair, buried her damp face into Bek’s long flowing hair, she reaches around with one arm to embrace her, using the other to hold her hot cup of coffee on her lap.

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🐴 horse-riding (Benix)

“Bek,” Phoenix calls to her, watching as her horse moves from trotting to galloping. “Bek! You’re going too fast!” Phee frets as Bek’s horse creates a larger and larger distance between them. They weren’t really supposed to be doing anything more than a trot, but Bek wanted to see what it was like and Phee could never change her mind once it was made up. Phee knows about horses, she rode them when she was younger and although it’s been years, it’s like riding a bike - something you never forget.

“BEK!” Phee yells but she’s pretty sure her girlfriend is too far away to hear her now. She wonders if Bek even knows how to slow the horse down again. “I’m going to kill you,” She mutters and then straightens herself up on her horse, kicks her heels into its side and takes off after Bek, trying to catch up as quickly as possible.

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Michigan 8th grader racially bullied on school bus, captures it on video [VIDEO]

Michigan 8th grader racially bullied on school bus, captures it on video [VIDEO]

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfTdDfOQn2c%5D A Michigan eighth grader who was taunted with racial slurs on a school bus says he’s afraid to return to school, where the bulliers have returned with no more than a proverbial slap on the wrist, according to WDIV-TV.

The station reports that Bloomfield Hills Middle School honor-roll student Phoenix Williamssays he doesn’t really feel safe…

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[seafang]

am i allowed to change my last name for no reason other than i dont like how it sounds or how its spelled and it doesnt flow well with my first name also i hate my father and dont want to share a last name with him

is that something i can do