#womenn

[dazaisfavbitch]

I have been seeing so many pretty gals here, I feel so gayly-straight

[gelayev]

freak4freak that freak4freak this what about the I-hate-you-but-I-respect-you-so-hard relationship between Neytiri and Ronal what about that

[writingsonsaturn]

THE PITT SUPREMACY WOOOOOOO

[catchy-butterfly]

[htns29-blog]

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[morsobaby]

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[lost-soul-in-time]

Rushing about the lobby of the office, Marcille balances the towers of packages and envelopes along the cart she’s pushing through towards the elevator. It was her latest attempt at a job outside of the theatre after the waitressing gig dried up, still carrying out various orders as fast as possible. Steering the cart with two broken wheels, she keeps trying to safely move towards the elevator and start delivering the endless piles from the mail room. Skidding against the polished tile with the broken wedge of her shoe, Marcille only hears the crash with another person. With the cart tipping over and the documents spilling out, she sees the spinning wheel and another figure lying on the ground beside her.

“Are you ok? I’m so sorry!” Two days in and she was going to lose this job as well. Picking herself off of the ground, forced to shake out the dirt and sticky notes that’s amassed into her hair. “That stupid bloody cart, I shouldn’t have tried steering it.”

@snakedifferentskin

It had been a hectic morning. Incredibly so.

Instead of having the usual thirty minutes alone to herself in the early hours, the ones she so desperately needs in order to work her best, Olive’s employer had assigned her to bring coffees for everyone on their floor. All forty individuals. Having been leaving the office belonging to the man who received the last one, her glued-on gaze is stuck to her notes as she slows down in the middle of the hallway.

Honestly, there was a bit of blame on her as well.

The cart collides straight into her, and the force pushes her back, falling onto the floor beneath her with a yelp. The landing is horrible for her back, and her glasses have slipped off of her face to blend beneath the sprawled-out papers. “It’s alright. I’m— I’m okay.” She tries to console the woman’s worries, wishing she could make out more than her outline as her hands pat the floor around her in search of her glasses. “I should apologize as well. I should see where I’m going.”

[stardr1p]

i am no better than a man.