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I haven’t forgotten about you lovely people. I still think about this blog a lot, and all of my amazing writing partners. edit: and for some reason tumblr ate the rest of this post so I'm retyping it lol. I'm doing good. Saving money. I should have a place with Wi-Fi hopefully really soon, and then I should be able to come back to this blog. (:

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          ❝  you  know…    my  entire  life,    people  have  said  that…     i  would  become  a  psychopath  if  i  didn’t  learn  how  to  feel .   but  i  wanna  know,   what  the  fuck  is  so  great  about  feeling ?     because  i  finally  let  myself .     and  i  feel  like  my  heart’s  been  completely  ripped  out .   ❞   

[vaememes]

kissy sentence starters.

“ is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? ” “ do me a favor, kiss my ass. ” “ they can all just kiss my ass. ” “ i kissed someone today. ” “ i kissed a girl/boy and i liked it. ” “ kissing burns calories you know. ” “ my lips really want to meet yours. ” “ so are we going to kiss or not? ” “ i sent you a bunch of kiss emojis. ” “ don’t talk, just kiss me. ” “ i really enjoyed our kiss last night. ” “ you make me want to kiss you. ” “ you owe me a kiss. ” “ pucker up. ” “ read my lips, no. ” “ your eyes say no but your lips say yes. ” “ i just want to kiss you. ” “ i miss your lips. ” “ give me a kiss. ” “ blow a kiss my way for good luck. ” “ ever kiss in the rain? ” “ ever kiss under water? ” “ it was just a kiss, that’s all. ” “ a kiss doesn’t mean anything. ” “ i love when our lips meet. ” “ where do you want me to kiss you? ” “ i want to either kiss you or kill you right now. ” “ did you really just kiss him/her? ” “ friends aren’t allowed to kiss one another. ” “ kiss me one more time. ” “ want to make out? ” “ you’re a terrible kisser. ” “ teach me how to kiss? ” “ i remember our first kiss. ” “ your lips are calling my name. ” “ let’s just kiss already. ”

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borncruel:

some would call a woman like angèlique desperate ( and perhaps it would appear so with how EAGER  she was to go home with shane. )  but the truth is quite the opposite.   some people were  SEXUAL  beings,  motivated by the act of intimacy.   angie doesn’t go home with just anybody ; she has to feel a connection.  & oh, with shane does she feel such thing.  it’s undeniable …  intense.  she follows behind the female as she leads her up to the house, grin permanent as she’s allowed to enter first.  and she does glance around, though only briefly because before long, those dark ceruleun orbs are looking right back at  SHANE.   ‘  i’m not going to be looking at the mess,  sweetheart. i couldn’t give a fuck. ‘ a shake of the head follows as an answer to the question regarding a beer.  she doesn’t need to drink  — there’s no need for them to waste time.  so instead, once the door is closed behind them, she makes no hesitation to place both hands upon shane’s shoulders and PUSHES her against it.  

‘ all i want is you. ‘  it’s the last thing she says before her palms rise, placing against the female’s cheeks.  and she leans in, lips meeting with those that oppose ; uncaring of the lipstick she’s surely staining the other’s face with as she begins to vigorously make out with her.  she’s taking charge — leg coming to press against the inside of shane’s thigh ; a TEASE,  if you will. 

Angelique really wasn't lying when she said she was impatient, that much is now clear as Shane is shoved against her front door. As painted lips meet hers, Shane kisses her back with the same amount of hunger-----her tongue is pushing past deep, red petals in search of the others as her hands roam Angie's curves. A flat, open palm smooths down her back, fingers gripping the fullness of her ass over the fabric of her dress. There is something about the way Angelique is taking control : Shane can already feel herself getting wet, the heat between her thighs starting to throb as Angie's knee is pressed against her. Shane drops her keys without looking----intending for them to land upon the end table close to the door. Instead they find the wood beneath their feet, clanging against the floor. The hand that held her keys is now buried deep within soft, blonde tresses-----a low groan mingling into their passionate kiss as she impulsively rolls her hips against Angie's leg, seeking friction. Fingers grip the fabric of her dress, pulling it upward until the tips of her fingers can feel the supple flesh underneath, once again grasping at the blonde's ass. She pulls back only for a moment-----her mouth is smeared with Angelique's lipstick, and she knows it is just because of how streaked it is now over the blonde's lips, ❝ You are so fucking sexy, ❞ she mutters in almost a whisper, keeping her lips close to hers, a smirk upon her features. ❝ Bedroom is down the hall----last door on the right, ❞ another pause, the hand that was in her hair is now resting against Angie's hip, pulling her waist closer, ❝ unless you just wanna fuck right here... ❞

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thefineartofbitchcraft:

( ℳ ♛ : @womaniizer )

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“Don’t treat me like a stupid kid that doesn’t have any idea what I’m talking about.” If there was one thing that instantly pissed Madison off it was being laughed at and that’s what she felt Shane was doing to her. “You know what you’re right. What if she was flirting with you? Why should I care anyway…go flirt back if you want to? I’ll find a ride home with someone else.” It was completely obvious that she was jealous but that didn’t mean she was going to come out and admit to it. “Of course, I’m not jealous.” The words were hissed in annoyance as she rolled her hazel eyes at the woman she was really starting to like more than she should.

It is more than obvious that Madison is, in fact, jealous-----and even though Shane has the strongest urge to roll her own eyes in response to the other, she abstains : slowly stepping forward until she's standing in front of the shorter girl. Her head is arched to the side, trying to restrain the amused smirk upon her lips, ❝ You don't have to find a ride home with anyone else-----I wanna be the one to take you home, ❞ Shane says in a gentle voice, a hand advancing to brush some of Madison's hair behind her ear, ❝ is that okay with you? ❞

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omg @tryingmother is so quality and she just acknowledged me and i don't even know her fandom but she's fuckin' perfect ok ??? im gonna do it. im gonna watch riverdale bc of her perfect blog. i might watch porn first, but then im definitely gonna watch riverdale.

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shit i say — sentence starters

i decided to make a meme out of all the shit i say regularly. enjoy!

GENERAL SHIT. 

❝ I’M GONNA MCFREAKING LOSE MY MIND. ❞

❝ I’m going to shove an entire baseball bat down my throat and smash my insides. ❞

❝ *aggressive finger guns* ❞

❝ *high pitched screeching* ❞

❝ That’s where you’re right, kiddo. ❞

❝ I AM THE ONE THAT WEIGHS A TON DON’T NEED A GUN— ❞

❝ HECK. ❞

❝ GOTTA FUCKING BLAST. ❞

❝ That’s my cue to blast outta here. ❞

❝ GOT ME MOTHERFUCKING MCSHOOK. ❞

❝ Thoroughly shooken. ❞

❝ LISTEN— ❞ 

❝ Trust me, I’m a professional. ❞

❝ I’m gonna throw myself off of a fucking bridge. ❞

❝ I’m convinced I was a cat in a past life. ❞

❝ Inject caffeine directly into my veins, please. ❞

❝ I literally have a ‘white people voice’ for when I’m being polite. ❞

❝ I sound like a fucking twelve year old. ❞

❝ I got a tiny ass head. It’s like a fucking golf ball. ❞

BITTER SHIT.

❝ _____ is the literal bane of my existence. ❞

❝ I hate you. …I’m kidding. ❞

❝ Yeah, well, he’s/she’s/they’re a manipulative cunt, so. ❞

❝ I’m gonna punch you in the fucking mouth. ❞

❝ I’m small and bitter like an espresso. ❞

❝ I am Denatonium benzoate, aka the most bitter substance on the planet. ❞

❝ *facepalm* ❞

❝ *frustrated groaning* ❞

❝ I hate _____ with every fiber of my being. ❞

❝ I will kick your fucking ass. ❞

❝ Don’t you fucking dare. ❞

❝ I get it, I’m fucking short. ❞

LOVEY SHIT.

❝ You mean a lot to me. Like, seriously, a fucking lot. ❞

❝ I do it because I love you. ❞

❝ *fondly* Fucking nerd. ❞

❝ *fondly* Dumbass. ❞

❝ You are my absolute favorite person. ❞

❝ *heart eyes* ❞

❝ Don’t even fucking think about leaving without giving me a hug. ❞

❝ *whining noises and grabby hands* ❞

❝ There he/she/they go(es), the love of my life. ❞

❝ It’s literally unfair how attractive he/she/they is/are. ❞

❝ Look at how pretty he/she/they is/are, I’m gonna fucking cry. ❞

❝ I just wanna smooch his/her/their face. ❞

❝ JUST LOOK AT HIM/HER/THEM! I’M GONNA SCREAM. ❞

MOM-FRIEND SHIT.

❝ I am mom-friend. ❞

❝ You best not be fucking texting and driving. ❞

❝ Do you want ____? ❞

❝ Please don’t do that, you’re worrying me. ❞

❝ Listen, my job is to make sure everyone else is okay. ❞

❝ ‘Drink water kids!’ I say as I am severely dehydrated. ❞

❝ ____, that’s not good. ❞

❝ Who do I have to fucking fight? ❞ 

ANGSTY SHIT.

❝ I hate myself with every fiber of my being. ❞

❝ I’m just really fucking scared. ❞

❝ I’m sorry that I love you. ❞

❝ I’m sorry that I’m like this. ❞

❝ What’s wrong with me? ❞

❝ God, this happens every fucking time. ❞

❝ I loved her/him/them. And she/he/they fucking abandoned me. ❞

❝ I don’t know what I’m doing. ❞

❝ Why the fuck am I crying? ❞

❝ I’m getting bad again. ❞

❝ It’s like everything goes in one ear, out the other with you. ❞

❝ I’ve told you time and fucking time again that it makes me feel like shit, and yet you still do it. ❞

❝ I look and feel like absolute shit. ❞

❝ It’s nothing, I’m fine. ❞

SLEEPY SHIT.

❝ I’m so fucking exhausted. ❞

❝ I really wanna just sleep. ❞

❝ I need to just sleep for like 17 years. ❞

❝ I could literally fall asleep anywhere. ❞

❝ I’m gonna pass out in the middle of the hallway. ❞

❝ I’m already fucking tired. ❞

❝ If I sit still in one place for like 30 minutes, I will fall asleep. ❞

❝ Can I just nap instead? ❞

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guys i just really love @ccrdeliagoode ok ??? she's mine. claimed. dibs.

[buckykingofmemes]

‘how do you even function??’ caffeine and emotional repression, mostly

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someone like really needs to bring an alice into roleplay existence. i need all the best friend threads tbh.

[cherubiccallow]

Wanting to RP a ship but not having anyone to RP it with like

[quotemadness]

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

Simon Van Booy (via lovelornrocketscientist)

[memestockpile]

different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’

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viviendolavidamuerta:

Despite how much pain the conversation reminded her of, Ofelia couldn’t help but find opening up and talking about herself addicting. At first she seemed to comply with Shane’s suggestion, laying out her sleeping bag and getting comfortable before turning towards Shane with her head propped up on one hand. Still, she wasn’t about to let the other woman off without getting to know her just a bit better.  “Sure. What about you, though? Did you lose people..after?” 

There was no easy way to ask that question and she can’t help but feel an overwhelming wave of guilt at prying, even if getting to know the other person was something she felt she needed. There were also odd butterflies in her stomach that made Ofelia more uncomfortable than she could admit. “Or we could talk about something else. I’m just thinking too much to sleep.” 

Shane knows it’s impossible not to think of all the people she’s lost—-but she likes to pretend it doesn’t hurt so that maybe one day it won’t. Talking about them isn’t easy for her—-in fact, since she lost her friends, her family, she hasn’t spoken of them. She is silent for a while after the question is asked, slowly bringing herself down into a sitting position a few feet away from Ofelia. As she says they could talk about something else, Shane doesn’t feel as pressured to answer—–her heart starts to beat a bit quicker behind her ribs, and she inhales slowly, exhaling all of her negative emotions and regulating her breathing, ❝ Haven’t we all lost people? ❞ And that is her answer, only briefly glancing in the other’s direction.

Regardless of the fact that Shane just smoked a cigarette, she suddenly feels as though she needs another—-plucking the pack from her pocket and lighting one up, ❝ I’m sorry—- ❞ she mutters, words leaving her lips with the smoke as she leans her head back against the wall, ❝ —–I’m just… not a very talkative person. ❞

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borncruel:

a quick glance towards her passenger and then she’s EAGER to drive away from the club.  she does as she’s asked and takes a left out of the carpark, following the road as lithe fingers drop to the car radio and she presses a button, the FAMILIAR tune of alice cooper’s ‘ poison ‘ blaring from the speakers.   ‘  i’m looking forward to learn more about you, shane.  about the things you like … ‘  a pause,  gaze leaving the road so that her orbs can resume looking at the other.  ‘ the way you moan … the way you taste. ‘  suggestive words curl over american tongue so smoothly, seduction coming far too easily for her.  as her hues return to the road and she locates the third stop sign, she makes no hesitation to swiftly pull up outside the house of the right. the house shane declared was her own.  as she stops the engine, the music cuts out and she’s eager to leave the vehicle.  heeled shoes carry her onto the sidewalk, stopping promptly so that her newly-found lover can lead her inside.  ‘ after you, handsome. ‘ 

Dear God-----it was all Shane could think as her eyes watch the other's features carefully, her suggestive words accompanied with the tone of her voice and the way she is looking over at her already making Shane excited to get home. Luckily, she doesn't live far from the club at all and Angelique knows how to use her gas pedal. She doesn't speak yet, however, only stifles a wide smirk by sinking teeth into her own lower lip----her disheveled curls blowing wildly in the wind as Angie drives. As soon as the car comes to a halt, Shane gets out as Angie does before leading her up to the front door of her house. A hand retrieves her keys from her front pocket and she has the door unlocked and opened, letting Angie enter first, ❝ It's kind of a mess-----sorry about that, ❞ she apologizes for the clutter, shutting the door behind her, ❝ Do you want a beer? ❞

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missppxtts:

As if things hadn’t been stressful enough, Pepper was supposed to tend to the bride’s needs. There were a couple of things she had taken care of, giving instructions to the bridesmaids being the latest one. The groom was asking for the bride, wondering if Pepper could check on her just to make sure she wasn’t getting too nervous. She couldn’t blame him for asking, Pepper knew Jaimie tended to get nervous on certain occasions, her own wedding seemed to be a fairly good reason to be. Straightening the material of her dress, Pepper entered the room. “Jaimie, your husband-to-be wants to know- OH MY GOD!”

Pepper stood in shock as she saw her friend in the middle of a quick sex session with her hairdresser. As they parted, she looked between the two of them, waiting for Jaimie to realize that Pepper was in the room. Stepping forward, the redhead grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled her aside. “What the hell is going on here? You’re about to marry! And you,” looking at the other woman, she gave her an angry look, “you don’t get paid to sleep with the bride!”

Hands frantically search for the button on her pants, fumbling with it for a moment before finally getting it fastened. As soon as the redheaded bridesmaid's attention is on Shane, harshly scolding her for fucking the bride, the hairdresser slinks back a bit, guilt and embarrassment in her eyes----avoiding her gaze, ❝ Yeah-----uhm-----maybe I should---- ❞ her words trail off as she nervously scratches at the back of her neck, other hand now shoved into her front pocket, ❝ -------I should probably just go. I'll be out here if anyone needs me.... ❞  awkwardly, Shane points to the door as she slowly makes her way toward it, fully prepared to leave and get a glass of champagne from the open bar.