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Erm-

Okay so, I'm multiracial, right? (HELP- WHITE PEOPLE ARE SO GOOFY)

I'm fr chilling in the mall, minding my own fucking business.

This white, blonde haired, blue eyed bitch walked up to me, mid you, I do not know her... (Not being racist, you'll see what I'm saying)

Bitch fr walked up, said; 'See, white people can be emo' WHILE RECORDING MY HOE-ASS (Her *mexian* bf was recording, he's now my friend)

I just dead ass said 'Who said I was white, perra estúpida?' With my fucking stupid ass hispanic accent

Like, I know- I'm very pale, I'm also a redhead- But like, she assumed that I was white.

She was like 'You are white?'

I said 'I'm *partially* white. I'm Irish, Mexican and Japanese'

Bitch flipped out and said 'Liar! Mexicans (Yeah, she only said Mexican's) can't be ginger'

I pulled up a picture of Canelo Álvarez

#white #stupid bitch #this hoe #killing her #Hate her #stupid shit #stupid people #multiracial #bitch please

silver-tongues-blog

We should be fine as long as we do not reblog bread.

xikar

Question.

I’ve rebogged bread.

doublereversequadrupleagent-blo

What?

arthurkingsmen-archive-deactiva

I have done nothing but reblog bread for the past three days.

blurry-yeensman

Where, where have you been sending it?!

infamouslydorky

impiusangelus

I love how there are more reblogs than likes

silver-tongues-blog

This post. This fucking post. I cannot believe after nearly 7 years its still going around. Let alone ON MY OWN DASH! A kid born on the day i posted this would be entering 2nd grade right now.

thedemonburnsofficial

I uh- I think I did it wrong...........

....

*Goes back to eating bread while scrolling through the reblogs)

Update on story, please send suggestions for characters

MDNI/ABDNI

(Here is what I've got so far;)

Sitting quietly at my desk, the scrape of my pen was the only sound in the room. He sat across the room, lounging on my bed despite me having told him to stay off it. It's hard enough to be around him constantly, but having to sleep with his scent surrounding me? That’s impossible. I move to rise, he’s instantly behind me. He pushed me down into the chair, his hands on my shoulders. “Keep working,” he mumbles, his tone soft - despite his obvious annoyance.

I nod in response, pen in hand once more. I continue on with my writing, as he now looms over me. As I write, he runs his hand through my hair - I tense. He doesn’t seem to notice, continuing to trail his fingers through the strands. I bite my bottom lip, acting as if I’m focusing on the writing. One of his hands remains in my hair, the other sliding down the side of my neck - his touch gentle, featherlight. I shudder at the feeling of his warmth against my skin, but then lightly roll my shoulders. My false stretch hid my previous shudder from him, his hand resting atop my right shoulder.

I pause when his hand slips under the thin shoulder strap of my dress, though I say nothing. He notices this, just lightly rubbing my shoulder. His hand is gentle, despite the rough, callosed texture. I return to my writing, slightly leaning back into his touch. His hand dips lower, cupping my breast. He massages my hardening bud, before pinching gently. I whimper at the feeling, biting harder on my lip. He uses his other hand to tilt my head to the side, before lowering his head and pressing a kiss to my pulse point.

“My, how you’ve grown,” he mumbles, sucking on my skin gently as he continues to knead my breast.

#atsv x reader #atsv #miguel?#hobie?#miles 42?#cod mw2 #ghost #jujutsu kaisen #mha #fruits basket #haikyuu #konig #x reader

itsmattibad

what if backless jacket

thedemonburnsofficial

What if... YES

*dies*

Suggestions?

So- I'm a writer yk

I'm currently writing an ATSV thing, and I've decided to put it on here. I just don't know what character to use. Please send suggestions- (Also, prolly will be a smut story, multiple chapters)

Here is what I've got so far:

Sitting quietly at my desk, the scrape of my pen was the only sound in the room. He sat across the room, lounging on my bed despite me having told him to stay off it. It's hard enough to be around him constantly, but having to sleep with his scent surrounding me? That’s impossible. I move to rise, he’s instantly behind me. He pushed me down into the chair, his hands on my shoulders. “Keep working,” he mumbles, his tone soft - despite his obvious annoyance.

I nod in response, pen in hand once more. I continue on with my writing, as he now looms over me. As I write, he runs his hand through my hair - I tense. He doesn’t seem to notice, continuing to trail his fingers through the strands.

(This could also turn into another character from something else)